sex is something you do with your teeth

Juniper. 28. Transfemme. (She/It) Be cool, ok?

[fawnduu]

Thank god they are both normal girls with notthing else going on 😇

I don't know how it happened but this chapter of Watch Dog is gonna be 100 pages long.

Currently have 88 pages up on Patreon plus the other 3 chapters of my awesome dykey park ranger firelookout werewolf comic!

[nekomimidusteon]

(attempting to flirt with the girl who pinned me on my back, head hanging off the bed for easy access to my throat) damn are you the sword of damocles because ur hung and threatening imminent demise.,..,.,.

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

I can't see you, but I can hear you. 

The setup is perfect. I'm wearing my mask, which you've taken the liberty of installing a pair of blackout lenses inside. Without my glasses I might as well have been blind, but you insisted on complete isolation. 

My hands are bound, each in a pair of mitts designed with little paw pads on the palm. These in turn you've linked together on a rigged spreader bar stuck behind my head. I must have been cute as you set it up. I heard the shutter of your camera. You've put me in my prong collar which has been clipped to a rather short leash that I can only imagine looks perfect in your hand.

You've set me on top of you. My purpose is clear as you guide the tip of my strap inside you. I'm not even allowed to feel the stretch of your body around me. 

I'm not given instructions, instead left to figure out what you require of me. On top of you, whining, forced to control my pace with just muscles of my core and legs. I can feel the pressure of your thighs where I kneel between them. Even if I were deaf to your noises I could feel the responses to my effort from the way you grip and squeeze me. Part of me wonders if later you'll train me to respond to just those like a horse without its bit.

You feel my pace start to falter. My legs are burning and the muscles of my core are spasming from the effort of maintaining the pace you demand. Between the harsh intakes of breaths you can hear a pleading whimper start in the back of my throat. Something nips where you touch it to me. I feel myself instinctively twist away from it before I force myself to adjust back. You press it again and I don’t flinch the second time. I've played with enough electric toys to know how they feel. 

Every time I stray from the pace you desire, I'm shocked. Any time you see me lose focus I'm shocked. When you want me to shift or change my position you adjust me by the collar. The prongs, digging into all that tender flesh, yank me out of whatever empty mindset I'd retreated to. 

My purpose is clear. Keep myself exposed for you and hammer my hips just the way you like. 

I can't see you, but I can hear you.

I can hear your moans. The sharp intake of breath when I grind myself against that sensitive spot inside you. I've memorized the way you babble my name. A mantra, your steady prayer as I devote myself to you. With every thrust I push you closer to the edge, each of us desperate to hear your sharp cries of pleasure. 

I can't see you, but I can hear you, and that's enough.

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[crypt1dglyph5]

Reminder to tie down your werewolves next full moon

[crypt1dglyph5]

All the people saying they’re getting inspired to write something from this, SEND THEM TO ME NEEOOWWWW you’re required to by law

[thisisallyours]

service tops are like dogs the way they just want to be good and please you but my favoriteee is when they end up whimpering and drooling like a dog too. does it feel that good baby? let’s hear you bark for me then

[nanadouken]

if you think about it (dont think about it), a posessed doll and a robot infected with a virus arent so different after all (and theyre in love)

[karkat-topsurgery]

as an advanced possession kink enjoyer, the more timid and subby I imagine the doll to be when not possessed the hotter this is

[ace-trainer-alice]

Sorry, I just thought your neck looked really naked without a collar. Like, it looked so cold and there was so much skin showing and the look just wasn't complete. It's not even like a making you my possession sex thing. I mean, it is now, you belong to me now 'cause of the curse on that collar. But like it really was just that I thought it'd really complete your look. You know? You at least agree that you look so good in the collar, right? I mean, of course you do, that's part of the curse. But like, you agree that the pre-collar you would agree, right? Okay good.

[casceth]

A lotta people wanna [TOUCHING] the puppygirl 👐

[vixwantspets]

reblog to touch the puppygirl

[sylviii]

having hypno sex with my Quaker partner but xe is from an unprogrammed meeting so instead of giving xem commands we just lie in bed and wait for the Spirit to make xem cum

[sylviii]

protestant kinkster: I am your dominatrix. Bark like a dog for me.

quaker kinkster: I have been recognized as a Friend with a gift for making girls squirm, but this doesn't mean I hold any power over you. Bark like a pathetic little dog, if you feel the still small voice within you leading you to bark.

[puppygirllaika]

Parasite

Erica may have picked up something more than lichen samples on the planets surface.

Content warnings: Death, Gore, Parasitism, Forced Oral

This story is strictly for folks 18+, minors DNI.

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Erica stared at the organic red mass writhing on the sterile linoleum of the med bay. If it was an organ, it was one her years of medical school had failed to inform her of. If it was a creature, it was one that a decade as a ships biologist had not prepared her to encounter. Whatever it was, it was alive, it was bleeding, and it was still connected to her stomach by the fleshy tube that followed it out of her throat as she hacked it up.

It was her crewmate’s scream that finally broke the spell of silence. Her hands groped for purchase on the tendril spilling from her mouth but before she could begin to pull it out her hands gave up their strength. They fell down at her sides against her will and even as she looked towards the terrified faces in the room around her she felt her connection to them start to slip. The parasite worked fast, once it hatched. Her brain faltered as it grappled with her nervous system and did away with all the parts it didn’t need.

“Penny...” Erica thought as her eyes fixed on the medical assistant with the shaking hands, one fist tightly gripped around a scalpel. “Her name was Penny.” The parasite eschewed the useless information, and Erica found herself focused on only what mattered to the thing reaching out inside her. The girl was 56 kilos of meat. 23% fat. Rich in protein and salt. She was sufficient. Suddenly, Erica was hungry, hungry as though she hadn’t eaten in days.

She bit down, hard, teeth splitting through the rubbery umbilical cord and leaving behind the fleshy mass on the floor as the tube inside her throat retreated back to the acidic comfort of her stomach. She breathed new air into her lungs, feeling them inflate for what felt like the first time in ages, and let the breath out again through her nose, feeling the subtle rush across her upper lip. It was electric, having a body again. Her lips parted and as they did she felt a dull pain spread out across her face, and vaguely registered a chorus of gasps and another scream from those around her. Her cheeks split open from the corners of her mouth up nearly to her ears, and as they did her jaw let out a sickening crack as it snapped in half at the chin, another tear in her flesh splitting down towards her neck and her mandibles stretched and clicked against each other for the first time. A tension built in her limbs, every muscle building like a rubber band even as new splits formed between her fingers and her toes, her palms disappearing in favor of long, nimble digits, until the power in her changing frame released and she sprung forward at the screaming prey.

The screams were cut short as Penny’s head was engulfed in Erica’s jaws and wrenched sideways, her spine snapping at the skull and leaving her body to hang limply and unnaturally by the flesh of her neck, scalpel dropping uselessly to the ground. Her meat was indescribable. Something in Erica’s brain stem buzzed with joy at the texture of raw meat sliding over her tongue and being ripped apart by her teeth, the buried instinct stimulated to impossible heights by the thing that both filled her stomach and left her starving. The girls cheeks peeled easily off her bones before her neck was stripped apart, the teeth at the tips of Erica’s mandibles cutting thick steaks away from the corpse even as she half chewed her meal and horked the large chunks down her throat. She had just begun to slice down across the corpse’s breasts when a sharp pain sprung from six points in her back, one after another in rapid succession.

Erica doubled over, wrapping around her meal as she let out a scream in a voice both deeply alien, and yet entirely natural to her. Her shaking jaws clicked and readied themselves as she turned around to face the ships security officer, the now familiar tension building in her legs as she hissed at the woman’s unwavering stance. With a low growl she once again released the coiled power of her body and sprung towards the woman, when an earth shattering pain split her head in two.

The bullet ripped through Erica's brain and out the other side of her skull with little notice, embedding itself in the wall of the outside corridor somewhere. Erica stared in disbelief at her friend, who took one step closer and fired again. Another blasting pain shot through her skull and the unknown human in front of her removed the clip from its weapon. Erica scrambled to her hands and feet, crouching in front of the suddenly stumbling human, and leapt again. This one would taste good too, she had… she was… she was tall. Probably a lot of meat. Not enough of Erica's frontal lobe remained to figure out the rest. The parasite would have to discard this body soon if it wanted to know who was best to eat. Erica held the human underneath her down and leaned her face in, mandibles wrapping around her and muffling her screams to the rest of the world. Her tongue reached out and probed the humans lips, splitting down the middle and prying its jaws open, before the thing inside her stomach crawled up through her throat and down into the fresh body. As it did, Erica went limp, and without it’s electricity crackling through her brain, the ruined lump of neurons instantly went dark.

Gloria shoved the mutilated corpse of her friend off herself and scrambled backwards several feet, eyes wide, drenched in sweat, and swearing loudly to herself. After a few moments breath, she dove forward and grabbed the pistol off the floor where she had dropped it, grabbed a fresh magazine off her belt, clipped it into place and shoved the barrel beneath her chin. Just above the trigger, her finger gave up it’s strength.

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[brave-huendin]

i like to fight.

but i love to lose!

but heres the thing i hate to throw a fight. i’m not going to just give you a win, that’s no fucking fun. i know what i’m capable of. i know i’m strong and resilient and i can thrash and fight like a cornered animal when i have to and i know i can win it. i’m good at winning!

what’s surprising and fun for me is when none of that is enough to get me out of the corner i backed myself into. when i have to face the consequences of my actions, or better yet, the consequences of someone else’s actions or desires for once.

so surprise me.

[ijwt-art]

You might know a good girl but i'm better 🦴⋆˚🐾˖°

[beespaceprogram]

A tentacle sketch from 2024 previously only on patreon

[c0ulrophilia]

i wish i had a long tongue so i could push it down a girl's throat and make her gag

[c0ulrophilia]

i wish i had a long tongue so i could push it down a girl's throat and make her gag

[bullmilf]

A halo is a kind of sex toy that comes with a yappy little bird attached

[tamamoland-of-the-deep-abyss]

An angel is a kind of sex toy that comes with a ring light attached

[fawnduu]

Good Dog 2 is finally complete 39 pages of butch werewolf puppy sub!

I'm working on getting the covers done for the print version but in the meantime you can get the full pdf on my Patreon 🐺💕