[iheartshawn]

ᕱ⑅ᕱ  °. • °.  🍧  ౨ৎ  hello ! ⋅.˳˳.⋅👜 ‹𝟹    welcome !!˙　˖ 🍰¨·.·¨: 

my name is lulu, i go by she/they, and i'm 28! 👵🏽 seasian, bisexual, and a little lamb PITTPILLED and hatosypilled 🫀 a lot of fic recs and lovingly talking about that dilf but i also write :3 REQUESTS ARE WELCOME ! am always happy to make new mutuals ! only grown ups plz be warned i do read and enjoy dark fics.. so if that's not your thing scroll away :)

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✅ yes i can write about !! :

dd:dne themes ⸝⸝ age gaps ⸝⸝ fauxcest ⸝⸝ dubcon / noncon ⸝⸝ d/s dynamics ⸝⸝ sapphic reader ⸝⸝ wlw ⸝⸝ pet play ⸝⸝ corruption ⸝⸝ dumbification ⸝⸝ power imbalance ⸝⸝ free-use ⸝⸝ infidelity ⸝⸝ threesomes + etc.

❌ no i can't write about !! :

pedophilia ⸝⸝ male readers ⸝⸝ mlm ⸝⸝ explicit anal ⸝⸝ rimming ⸝⸝ scat / piss kink ⸝⸝ gore (but may dabble into blood) ⸝⸝ extreme impact play ⸝⸝ calling reader a 'bitch' ⸝⸝ portraying characters as very mean

while requests are very welcome, it may take time for me to fulfill them. . . after all, i only write for fun but i do my best to go through all of your messages ! i kindly ask everyone to be understanding 🩷

there are also some requests where it feels repetitive and don't spark up an inspiration in me. i do apologise if i never respond and work on it, i know there are other talented writers out there who are happy to write for you 🙇🏻‍♀️

[mermaidrobby]

Samira + text posts

[baransdollie]

— chubby!sammy bryant x fem!reader

⤷ riding Sammy’s tummy :(( I need chubby Sammy. Minors do not interact .ᐟ .ᐟ

You were extremely horny for your husband Sammy Bryant. Currently he was taking off his police uniform, and when he slipped off his vest and shirt, you were practically drooling. One thing you loved about him was his chubby tummy, god you could play with it all day. He used to be insecure. About it until you told him that it was your favourite part of him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer." Sammy’s voice brings you back to reality.

“Don’t tempt me, Officer Bryant." He's now dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He lies down beside you, and an idea pops into your head, you quickly get on top of him and straddle his waist, pushing his shirt up and revealing his tummy.

“W-what are you doing, angel?”

“Wanna ride your tummy, Sammy, please.” You’ve moved up from his waist to his stomach, and you sit there, waiting for his response. You can see the gears turning in his head before giving his okay. Pulling your panties to the side, you let out a moan as your clit makes contact with his belly. Fuck, it felt so good, his hands hold onto your hips as you start to move back and forth.

“F-fuck Sammy, feel so good.” Your hips start to move faster, you lean down to kiss your husband. It’s messy and sloppy, but you can’t bring yourself to care, too lost in the pleasure. You pull away to catch your breath, looking down, you see the glistening mess on Sammy’s tummy, and you let out a groan.

“Didn’t know my stomach turned you on that much, doll. Fuck, you’re making a mess on Daddy." His hand pinches one of your nipples through your shirt, you arch your back and keep grinding. That familiar feeling starts building up in your lower belly, Sammy noticed as well, and starts helping you to move faster.

“Gonna cum, Sammy, fuck!”

“Mhm, yeah, cum for me, angel, yeah, come on.” You feel yourself getting close, and when Sammy’s thumb finds your sensitive clit, you topple over him and cum hard. You bury your face into his neck, a bit embarrassed about what you just did.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, doll.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. He wouldn’t mind doing this again.

Tags : @mytearsricochetm @graciedollie @damoclesdarling

[ceriseangels]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ JACK ABBOT who... cannot wrap his brain around the fact that you're insecure.

CONTAINS: 18+ MDNI, 3.1k words, unprotected p in v sex, insecure!reader, curvy/plus size!reader, discussions of insecurity and food intake, ass man!jack abbot supremacy, spanking, brief mentions of jack's prosthetic/crutches, not proofread! divider from the beautiful @robinavitchslut⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

It starts after a rich, full dinner. You're stumbling across his threshold together, slightly tipsy off of what seemed like bottomless wine. Jack's lips are on yours in an instant, a large, rugged hand cupping your cheek, pulling your face to meet his.

You melt into him, like you always do, though flashes of the night keep echoing through your brain. The bloat in your tummy, the waitress who's eyes lingered on Jack for too long.

Suddenly, your dress feels too tight, Jack's roaming hands like little taunts over your plush skin. Not thin enough, not pretty enough, not good enough.

You're not an idiot, you see the way women look at Jack, the confused looks that always follow when you tell them that no, you are not his daughter. The logical part of your mind assumes the confusion is born of your age gap.

The rest of yourself is not so kind.

Wiggling out of his grasp, your heart clutches at his little pout. You pinch his cheek, stomach lurching at his hungry eyes.

"I just have to use the bathroom, I'll be right back, okay?" You whisper, desperate to hide any emotion in your voice.

"Okay," he mumbles as you walk past. "Don't take too long, I'll miss ya."

You roll your eyes, affection for the sweet man momentarily drowning out your painful insecurities. Once you're behind the bathroom door, though, the dam breaks.

All your worst thoughts flood through, sweat pricking at your brow. The shape-wear you shoved yourself into just hours ago is too tight, suffocating as you peel your dress above your head, wiggling the pinched fabric down your hips.

Once your skin is free of its confines, you can breathe a little easier. It's stolen from your lungs once again, though, when you slip your dress back over your head.

The satin clings to your tummy in a way that makes you cringe, a low wince slipping through your teeth. You pinch at the loose skin, sucking in and turning every which way in a sad attempt to flatten your stomach.

Why did you have that second helping of pasta? Why did you agree to dessert? Why would Jack ever be attracted to someone like you?

Tears slip past your ducts, and you hold your head parallel to the ground in an attempt to preserve your makeup. You catch your arms in your periphery, the extra jiggle in them as your shoulders shake, a gasp escaping your throat.

Do detox teas work in 30 minutes?

You don't have time to Google your absurd question, as a knock comes from outside.

"You okay, baby? Heard some heavy breathing in there, you're not sick are you?" Jack's sweet voice rings out, and your heart aches.

Sick in the head, maybe.

"No, I'm good," your voice comes out shaky, and utterly unconvincing.

Jack picks up on it, because of course he does, with a sassy huff.

"You sure? Can I be of service in any way, doll?" He pushes, and for some reason, that name snaps something deep within you.

"Don't call me that," you hiss, and he's silent for a moment.

Guilt and regret flood you in equal parts, burning deep in your belly like poison.

"I'm sorry," he responds, and you just cry a little harder. "I'm going to come in though, okay? It's very obvious you're crying, and I can't have that. This is your warning, alright?"

He waits a second before turning the knob, sliding across the threshold, brows furrowing when he sees you in such a state.

"Honey, what is it? What's wrong? Anything hurt?" He jumps into doctor mode, if only for a moment, while he gets underneath you to scan your face.

"Hm, pretty as ever," he muses, pinching your wet cheek.

You sniffle, arms coming up to cover your stomach. He knows this move, has picked up on all your little signs in the short time you've been dating, a small coo escaping his lips at the action.

"Oh, honey, you're overthinking that meal, aren't ya?" He asks, and it's so matter of fact that it makes you cry even harder.

"Oh, shh, shh, shh," he whispers, stroking your hair and peppering kisses to your scalp. "You're okay, I got you, you're so beautiful."

"Stop lying to me, Jack," you babble, throat scratchy and voice hurt. "I saw the way our waitress was looking at you, y'know?"

He takes a step back at this, clearly surprised. You keep going.

"In fact, I see the way all girls look at you when we go out, the way they look at me," you mumble, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah?" He prods. "And how's that?"

"Like they can't believe you'd be with someone like me," you answer, punctuating with a pitiful laugh. "Hell, I can't believe it most days."

"What are you saying to me right now, baby?" He asks, and you roll your eyes. "Don't give me that. What are you trying to tell me?" He demands, and it's embarrassing how easily you fold.

"I'm saying that you could be with anyone in the entire world!" You throw your hands up, gesturing to your curvy frame. "But you chose me? Why? I just don't understand what you see in me, is all."

You trail off at that last bit, crossing your arms over your body once more. He's not having any of it, hands immediately coming down to remove them.

"What?" Is all he manages, a sad whisper reluctant to leave his lips. "You don't understand what I see?" He laughs, though nothing about his tone is humorous. "Baby, you're half my age!" He exclaims, and you roll your eyes.

"No, I'm serious, do you know how scared I was to ask you out on a date? Robby had to talk me off the roof, I'm serious," he insists, and you swat at his arm, remembering the day.

A new EMT at PTMC had flirted with you, and as Jack described him, he was younger, fitter, and more…age appropriate. He'd come rushing to you, had told you that the thought of you with someone like that scared the living shit out of him; you'd told him you weren't interesting in that. Only him.

So why is it so hard for you to understand that this is a two way street?

"Can I help you understand?" He asks, taking your hand. "Please?"

You nod, letting him take you from the bathroom to his bedroom, where he takes a seat at the edge of the bed. You stand in the doorway, watch for a minute as he undoes the mechanisms of his prosthetic, carefully sliding it off and resting it on the side of the bed.

He uses his palms to scoot himself back, not too far, but enough to open a spot for you between his knees. You take it, slotting in like a perfect puzzle piece. His hands start low, fiddling with the hem of your pink dress.

"'s this okay?" He murmurs, and you whisper a breathy, 'yes'.

He doesn't lift it up, rather continues to work his hands up the fabric, pinching your thighs and massaging your ass. Resting his head against your tummy, he peppers kisses there, and your face heats.

"Jack, you don't-" you try to move his head out of the way, discomfort an ever present third in this relationship. "You don't have to do this just because I was sad, I'm a big girl, I'll get over it."

He chuckles, it's sardonic, almost a little mean as he continues to kiss your plush skin.

"I know you are," he mumbles into you. "That's not what this is about. This is about me taking what I want. Y'gonna let me do that? Or are you going to keep doing this lil' shy girl thing?"

Your stomach burns at his words, jaw dropping in surprise.

"Jack-" you exclaim, a gasp wrestling from your chest as he pulls you further into him. "Oh!" You moan, throwing your head back and finally letting yourself lean into his touch.

"There she is, thaaaat's my girl," he coos, finally pulling your dress up over your head.

Your tits bounce as they're freed from the fabric, your tummy spilling over the waistband of your panties, just a little.

His eyes glaze over at the sight, and you cup his cheeks in your hands. He can't take his eyes off your body, and you have to fight the instinct to run away, to hide.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbles, pushing his face deep into your tits.

You gasp as his hands follow suit, grabbing at your skin, kneading them, enclosing his own head between them. You can't help but giggle, trying to separate yourself from him.

"Jack! You're gonna suffocate!" You chuckle, but he just holds you closer.

"Perfect way to go, stop interrupting me," he quips, latching onto your nipple now.

A sweet 'oh!' leaves your lips, fingers coming up to scruff and tug on his hair. He groans at that, the vibrations around your peak sending shockwaves straight to the apex of your thighs.

"Prettiest fucking body I've ever seen, you don't even know," he breathes out, switching his attention to your other breast now.

Spending some time there, he moves his lips lower now, lifting you with ease so he can better access the swell of your tummy. His hands and lips are all over, kneading and massaging what you've always imagined to be your worst feature.

You tell him so, and he just shakes his head, a sardonic chuckle leaving his lips.

"'s fucking insane, baby. Thought you were my smart girl, hm?" He asks, looking up at you.

You nod, tears filling your eyes. He smiles at the sight, his thumb coming up to brush them away.

"Not a very smart thing to think, that you're anything other than a fucking goddess," he whispers. "Not smart at all."

He scoots back some more, holding his hand out for you to straddle him. He pulls you to him by your hips, his hands sliding lower until they reach your ass. You're thankful you at the very least had some foresight to put on a cute pair of panties.

They're not entirely a thong, but a pretty, seamless pair that slides between your cheeks anyways. He groans, bites down on your shoulder at the sight of them.

"God, you have all this back there and have the nerve to be insecure?" He asks, finding purchase on the real estate of your skin.

He grabs at it, kneads like dough, even leaving a few slaps there. You whine at that, and he groans, the way your skin jiggles rolling his eyes back.

"Jesus fucking Christ, want you over my lap. Now," he orders, and you scramble.

Your tummy and tits press up against his soft duvet, your hips settling on his lap. Heat blooms warm in your belly as he rubs a hand over your skin, a soft, "good girl," falling from his lips.

You whimper, arching your back into his touch. He chuckles, and it's almost mean as his hand cracks down on your skin.

"Jack!" You squeal, lurching forward. He just grips your waist, strong hands holding you in place.

"Ah, ah, ah," he tsks, giving you another slap in punishment. "Stay still, yeah?"

You nod, and he smacks you again.

"Yeah?" He repeats, firmer, stronger.

"Yeah," you blubber, wiggling into his harsh touch.

"Good girl, that's my sweet girl," he mutters, dropping another slap onto your cheek.

You squeeze your eyes shut, wetness dripping down your thighs. You can feel his hard length beneath you, and you don't feel so embarrassed, knowing he's turned on, too.

Wiggling your hips into his crotch, he chuckles, coos a bit before cracking his hand down once, twice, three more times. You whine, though you arch into his touch all the same.

"Okay, okay, we can be done," he secedes, and you huff out a breath. "C'mon, up, thatsagirl," he purrs, settling you upright on his lap once more.

He massages your raw skin as you get comfy, leaving one last little smack before pulling his cock out.

You swallow thickly, helping him lift his shirt over his head, as well. He's so pretty, his buff, rugged frame threatening to swallow you whole. Darting your tongue out, you wet your lips before leaning back into him.

He kisses you with a fervor you have no chance of resisting, shoving his hand between you. His coarse fingers collect your wetness, bringing it up to your clit with slow circles.

It feels incredible, your tummy already tightening at the pressure. Your lips form a cute 'o', a small moan escaping them. He splays a hand across your lower back, pulling you further into him.

"I know, feels good, doesn't it, pretty girl?" He asks, and you whine. "D'ya think you can take me like this? Think you're wet enough? Or d'ya need my fingers to split you open, first?"

As delightful as his fingers sound, you think you'll die if you go another 10 seconds without his cock.

"I'm wet enough, I am- oh God, please!" You whine, thrashing your hips for more friction.

He cuts your writhing off with another sharp slap to your ass, and you throw your head back in a whine.

"Y'gonna stop being a brat so I can fuck you properly?" He asks, lining his tip up with your entrance.

You nod, tears pricking your eyes at the pure desperation.

"Good," he mumbles, poking his tip into you.

Your jaw goes slack, ever the stretch, no matter the lubricant.

"Yeah, yeahh," he draws out, pulling you down even further onto him. "That's it, 's a lot, isn't it? Big dick for my sweet girl, hm?" He asks, getting you seated fully.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to his size. When you try to move, though, he stops you, his big hands once again controlling your actions.

Your head whips up, eyes glassy, lips pouty. He cocks his head to the side, faux-pity lining his features. You rake your nails across his skin, reveling in the goosebumps that erupt on his skin.

"Jeeeesus," he groans out, taking a deep breath to maintain his composure. "What did I say about bein' a brat? Get comfortable, y'gonna hurt yourself if you try to move so quickly."

Your heart flutters at his casual dominance, the way he takes over your decision making. It makes your head go fuzzy, your hips wiggling in his grasp.

"God, you're fuckin' pushin' it, aren't ya?" He asks, swatting your backside once more.

"'m sorryyyy," you whine out, sounding nearly drunk of him already. "Just feels too good, need more, please."

He relents at that, relief flooding through you when he says, "Fine, but go slow, and be careful."

You listen, because of course you do, rocking your hips every so slightly.

"Good, gooood job, baby, s'nice, huh?" He coos, and your tummy turns at his words. "Nice and full of me, hm?"

You nod, desperate and shaky as you lift yourself up, just slightly, to drop back down.

"That's my girl, body looks so fucking beautiful riding me like this," he mutters, and you bury your face in his neck.

"Nuh-uh," he tsks, pulling your hair to get you to look at him.

You whine, and he pouts at you.

"Ooh, that hurt?" He asks, and you nod. "Mmm, sorry, angel," he replies, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

His hands grip your ass once more, helping you move up and down on him like an expert. You babble around him, utter nonsense flowing from your lips at the intense pleasure.

"Jack-Jackie-ooh! Oh, it's so good!" You whine, breath hitching as he hits your sweet spot.

"Yeah, that's the spot isn't it? Makes you feel so nice every time I hit it," he inhales sharply. "And I do hit it every time, don't I?" He calls for reassurance, and you wonder how much of it is for him and not you.

"Every time, Jackie, fuck me so perfect every time," you whine, pushing him back onto the bed to gain more purchase above him.

He flops back in surprise, eyes going wide as you press two delicate hands on his chest. You resume your bouncing, this time with much more fervor. Your skin prickles as you feel your orgasm build, the warmth in your tummy has been brewing for too long, you're starting to grow desperate.

"God, this fuckin' view," he groans, hands gripping your love handles. He squeezes the extra skin there, thumbs running over the chub. "So perfect, baby, gonna dream about this for years."

You giggle, picking up your speed, just a little.

"Y'know, you can always just ask me to fuck you, don't have to dream about it," you tease, earning you another spank.

"I guess I can, can't I?" He muses, arms coming up to rest behind his head.

"Mmhm," you coo, circling your hips to get friction onto your clit. "Comfy?"

"Incredibly," he replies, and your eyes shine with love. "Gonna cum for me?" He asks, and you're reminded of the task at hand.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, the burning sensation in your stomach hard to ignore, growing more impossible each second. You nod, brows furrowing in desperation.

His lips collect in a whistle as he drags his thumb between your legs. He rubs, and it's nearly immediate, how your orgasm takes over. Arching your back, lightning shooting through you as the first wave washes over.

Your orgasm comes in a million little explosions, fireworks popping through your veins, tightening your pussy around Jack. This spurs his own release, as he releases inside you, a raspy "good girl," falling from his lips.

Trails of fire litter through you as you both come down, the throbbing of his now softening cock like a reward for your hard work.

"That's it, thaaat's it, good job, honey," he mumbles as you pulse around him, limp body flopping into his chest.

His large hands creep up your back, rubbing soothing circles on your sweaty skin. Chests heaving together, he slowly lifts you up and off of him, where you both groan at the sudden emptiness.

"Baby, will you grab me my crutch so I can go to the restroom 'n clean you up?" He asks, a bit of red tinting his cheeks at the request.

"Honey, of course," you say, leaning over to the opposite side of the room. "But I can always go myself, you know?"

"Ah, ah, ah," he cuts you off with a wave of his finger. "Don't want hear that, you know that, hm? What did I say about being a brat?" He asks, hoisting himself up.

"Hmmm," you pretend to think, resuming your spot on the bed. "Not sure, you're going to have to remind me later."

He growls, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing one last sloppy kiss to your lips.

"Be careful what you wish for."

[amphib0e]

"God, this fuckin' view," he groans, hands gripping your love handles. He squeezes the extra skin there, thumbs running over the chub. "So perfect, baby, gonna dream about this for years."

i’m SCREAMING !! as a plus size individual myself this legit put a big ass smile on my face (and it’s sO FUCKING HOT !!). belle ilysm, kissing your brain

[goldiefishwrites]

ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT WANNA WRITE THIS BUT..

titus with a pup!reader.. i feel like he'd love the control, the power imbalance, the symbolism of the collar on her neck

and the fact that he'd LOVE to watch them squirm everytime he denies them an orgasm, or how they'd do anything for praise that he rarely gives... (bonus points if theres dumbification 😝)

who's a good girl?

pairing: titus danforth x reader

content: SMUT!!!! | porn with a bit of plot | puppy reader | reader gets turned into a demi-human | brief mention of kidnapping and satanic ritual | dubious consent | praise kink

🟡 author’s note: thank you for the request anon! took a little creative spin to add background to their story. hope you enjoy it!

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titus prided himself in his fine collection of the uncommon. it was hard to appeal to his tastes when he practically had unlimited access to anything and everything he could ever want since he was a young boy. 

it was known that he was spoiled rotten with material gifts. and when it was so easy to afford what he wanted, his desires began to take a turn. his craving shifted more towards non-traditional things, possessions that few or none could ever obtain.

his greedy appetite led him straight to you.

you were a struggling graduate student, working some meager-paying job that he hadn’t cared to remember. but you had piqued his interest enough for him to lure you away from your life, to ease you into trusting him.

sweet, poor, little you had no idea what you were falling into. you were naive enough to trust that a man of his status had innocent intentions of merely courting you.

he sedated you the second you entered his blacked-out, tinted vehicle. he was kind enough to carry your body into the expansive danforth manor, his sister rolled her eyes as she caught a glimpse of your limp body.

“another one?” ursula asked, unimpressed with titus’ growing persistence to succeed in some old, fucked-up ritual.

a month ago, he was snooping around his family’s sacred library when he discovered the satanic art of blending humans with animal traits. and the thought of possessing a human being who’d literally share the unconditional loyalty of a mutt did wonders to his ego.

“this one is different,” he affirmed, looking down at you. “her heart is naturally eager to please me.”

sure, it was his fifth attempt and the previous four had suffered painful transformations that resulted in an early death, but he had a positive feeling about you… 

and fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, he was right.

when you stirred from your drugged sleep, the ritual had already been completed. your mind was a haze, the memories of the life you had been living up until now fuzzy and replaced by a greater need to serve. 

you glanced around the large metal crate that currently enclosed you, uncertain of exactly where you were.

the sound of steady footsteps approached you, followed by the heavy creak of a door. the fabric that had been draped over the crate was pulled off, revealing titus looking down at you with a satisfied expression.

“there’s my good girl,” he said, kneeling down to meet your gaze.

your tail automatically wagged at the sound of his voice, your fluffy dog ears honed to his praise.

he reached out to unlatch the crate, allowing you to exit, before commanding you in a low tone, “sit for your master.”

your body obeyed before your mind even processed the movement.

titus chuckled at your natural obedience, his hand drawing a leather collar from his pocket. 

the leather was plain brown, but no doubt an exotic and luxurious leather that he had curated for this special occasion. attached was a simple silver tag that had your name etched into the front, with his family’s emblem on the back.

the weeks following were filled with strict lessons from titus on expected manners, behavior, and discipline. he needed to ensure that you’d be well trained to appease his every need. after all, you were his possession now, meaning he was unwilling to tolerate any kind of disorder.

in between lessons, he’d use your soft, willing body to blow off steam. if he deemed you were doing well, he’d reward you with an orgasm. if you weren’t up to par with his expectations, you’d be forced to tamp down your own pleasure while titus kept you teetering just on the precipice.

despite his penchant for violence always lurking under the surface, titus had never punished you in the typical cruel fashion you knew he was capable of. all things considered, he actually went above and beyond to care for your needs, even if he did get a little rough in bed every now and then. his reasoning was that you were his and he always took good care of his belongings. 

now, titus had you situated in his grand bedroom.

you let out a pitiful whine, your ears tucked flat against your head in submission as you sat between titus’ spread thighs.

“sir, please…” you begged, your teary eyes trained on his thick cock.

he had commanded you to sit still, only giving you the privilege of watching him masturbate.

“quiet, pup,” he warned, his fist moving up and down his hard, leaking cock, savoring the desperation in your expression.

you bit back another whine, your tail impatiently thumping on the carpet beneath you. titus had gotten you undressed and worked up, only to leave you high and needy.

titus adored the power he held over you. you were a freeing experience compared to the women he’d been with before. with you, there was no expectation to perform, no need to conform to his partner’s desires. if anything, your dog-like qualities had dumbed you down into a being who lived and thrived on his praise alone.

he reached out with one hand, roughly dragging his thumb along the velvet texture inside your ear, drawing a sensitive whimper from you.

“look at you. behaving like a spoiled mutt. you think you deserve a reward after not finishing the food prepared for you?” titus groaned. “a good dog knows how to take what they’re given.”

“i’m sorry…” you pleaded, hating the thought of his disapproval. “please, let me earn your forgiveness,” you added, wincing as he gave your ear a sharp tug.

he scoffed, his hand’s steady stroking coming to a halt at the sight of your pathetic tears.

“you are truly spoiled,” he grumbled before gently pulling back. he moved toward the head of the bed, leaning against the headboard before quirking a brow at you. 

you took it as a sign to join him up on his plush bed, enthusiastically situating yourself on his lap. 

“oh thank you, thank you, thank you,” you sighed, your tail swishing eagerly as you slowly sunk down onto his shaft. you let out a soft whine as his cock penetrated you, your cunt squeezing him tightly at the thick intrusion. 

titus gave you a disappointed click of his tongue as you stilled for a moment, only taking his cock halfway. his darkened gaze drifted to the collar around your neck, before glancing back toward your scrunched up expression. “c’mon pup, i don’t have all day to deal with you,” he chastised, his hand giving your cheek a condescending pat. his hand then moved to grip your hip, while the other pulled at the base of your tail, forcing you down to take the rest of him.

“mmm, that’s–ow–a lot,” you cried out, your jaw hanging slack as you felt the size of him bulge through your stomach.

you instinctively leaned in, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you clumsily rocked your hips back and forth, the satisfying mix of pleasure and discomfort fueling your arousal. 

“atta girl, keep going for me,” he encouraged, smirking as he felt your warm, wet walls flutter at the sound of his voice.

after a while of your desperate rutting, titus began to rock his hips up into you, establishing a steadier rhythm.

“fuck, just–nngh… just like that,” he moaned, his beefy arms keeping you flush against him.

you could hear every groan and pant of his. the sensation of his warm breath hitting your ear and his heavy cock lazily driving into you was more than enough to overwhelm your senses, leaving you a whining, trembling mess with furry ears and a flopping tail. 

your hands clawed at his broad shoulders, chasing the feeling of your breasts pressed against his wide chest, and the way your tummy squished against his with each thrust. 

it didn’t take long before you hit your climax, creating a wet sticky mess around his cock and down your thighs, but titus didn’t stop. he couldn’t. it was as if he could never truly get his fill of you.

“shh…” he hissed out, picking up on your overstimulated squirming, tightening his hold on you. “just a little longer… who’s a good pup?” he cooed, still slamming his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt. 

“i am,” you answered eagerly, letting him drive himself into you as you savored his rough petting, your tail wagging at the sound of his praise.

[daniellenl]

Baby Doll’s Colt 1911 used in Sucker Punch

[goldiefishwrites]

‘cause i’m a jealous girl

pairing: titus danforth x reader

content: SMUT!!!! | reader is super jealous, manipulative, and unhinged lol | titus is whipped for reader though | titus being a submissive loser | erectile dysfunction | degrading language | p in v sex | foot job | body worship

🟡 author’s note: rewatched ‘ready or not: here i come’ for the fourth time. every time titus came on the screen, i came too

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“you’re such a fucking loser, titus!” you huffed as your feet stomped away from him. you didn’t care for the judgmental stares that came from the other elite council families, not when you were practically fuming at your husband for the way he looked at grace le domas, or maccaulley, or whatever she preferred to call herself.

you heard him following close after you, the door behind you two clicking shut as you stormed into a private chamber of the estate.

“it’s not like that,” he said gently, attempting to ease your temper. “i’m doing this to win the high seat back for you. for us,” he added, cautiously closing the space between you two.

“oh, please,” you scoffed, turning around to glare at him, your gaze filled with disgust. “so you just had to be the one to sedate her, hm?” you questioned, harshly shoving him away.

jealousy ran deep through your veins when it came to titus danforth. you were the sole person who looked past the unfledged, volatile reputation he held amongst the elite class. you even withstood his humiliating lack of experience, if anything, you were the one who taught him how to properly fuck, unlike the few bribed women his father forced on him prior to your arranged marriage.

titus was smitten with you the second your pompous father had promised you to him, eager to finally have something that was completely his own; something his twin sister, ursula, couldn’t touch or steal from him. it was also a bonus that he was absurdly attracted to your venomous attitude. titus loved the way you’d glare at him with such disdain, the way you’d practically degrade him and command him to tend to your every whim.

despite the two of you starting off on shaky ground, titus eventually grew on you. in certain aspects of his life, he just seemed so helpless and naive. you grew addicted to the way he’d depend on you. the way you could make the grown man cry and beg every time you disapproved of his actions.

titus let out a shaky exhale, his hands held up as a visual of surrender. “okay, okay… i’m sorry, sweetheart. but it’s really not what you think,” he continued, his hazel eyes pleading with you.

“whatever, asshole,” you growled, rolling your eyes at him. “why don’t you just go fuck her instead, huh? since you clearly want her so badly! i bet you don’t even love me anymore!” you yelled.

he flinched at your words, swallowing down a whine. “no, no, no! i do love you. only you,” he pleaded as he dropped down on his knees in front of you, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs.

an obnoxious string of knocks could be heard at the door, interrupting your private moment. “yo, cousin! they dumped her body, the hunt is starting,” kip called out.

you looked down at titus, savoring the pathetic way he was desperately clinging to the soft silk of your dress. “go,” you said coldly. “now,” you added stubbornly, nodding at the door.

he hesitated for a moment before standing up, looking like a kicked puppy from your indifference. “please,” he whispered, hating the thought of leaving you in such an upset state.

you could tell he was anticipating a scrap of affection as you roughly pulled titus in by his collar, your apathetic gaze meeting him. “i’ll be watching. now go,” you repeated, giving his cheek a condescending pat.

as the hunt started, you watched from the club room, tracking your husband’s movements from the live feed on the screens. you knew it was cruel to let him hunt with the haunting heat of your anger, paired with the stinging loss of his father, but it was your way of keeping him in check. someone had to keep titus on a leash, and as long as you secured his devotion to you, you were guaranteed a place of comfort and authority.

it was a difficult hunt, one that lasted far longer than you expected as the maccaulley sisters continued to outsmart the high council families. you’d never admit it, but you even had a brief moment of doubt as you watched the two sisters weasel their way out over and over again. you made a mental note to chastise titus later for it. you let out a subtle exhale of relief as your husband successfully eliminated grace with a brutal swing of his war hammer, securing the high seat for the danforths just a few hours before dawn.

you retreated to your own private, luxurious estate on the far side of the danforth property as the hunt finally wrapped up. one that titus had let you have complete authority over in architecture and furnishment. as pleased as you were with the wealth and abundance associated with the high seat, you hated the thought of being present for the gruesome, ominous crowning ceremony, especially the part where they had to sacrifice the blood of an innocent goat. you knew titus would understand your absence.

after treating yourself to a much-needed shower and meticulously coating your skin with your collection of skincare products, you picked out a white, lacy set of lingerie, one that titus loved seeing on you before pulling your silk robe over. you spent the rest of your time waiting for his return, impatiently occupying yourself with your favorite reality show.

as titus finally trudged into the bedroom, you kept your gaze on the tv screen, your body nestled on the soft mattress as you felt the bitter jealousy still pulsing under your skin.

“i’m back,” he said, his voice rough and tired. he held up his right hand, showing you the satanic ring that sat on his ring finger. “i did it,” he added, pausing at the edge of the bed, desperate for you to take him into your arms.

you glanced over at him, taking in his bruised face, and the blood that had dried on his cheek. you gave him a soft hum in approval as you rose from the bed, swinging your legs over as you stood up to meet him.

he let out a quiet whimper as your hand gently caressed his cheek, his eyes trailing down the neckline of your robe, blatantly admiring the sight of your bare neck and sternum, before looking back up at your face.

“good boy, titus,” you praised softly, your thumb grazing over the blooming purple bruise on the side of his face.

“… am i forgiven?” he asked carefully, his hands resting on your waist, scared that you’d walk away from him.

you gave him a nod, a sinister smile growing on your face. “but if i ever catch you with another woman, i’ll blind you myself, ‘kay?” you warned casually, before pulling him down to meet your lips.

the kiss started off slow and sweet. your hands tangled in his silver curls as his hands roamed under the silk robe you had on, tracing the underside of your lace bra. titus eagerly pressed his crotch against you, his groping touch becoming more demanding as he crowded you against the bed. “i want it off,” he whined against your lips, undoing the knot at the front, letting the silk fall away.

he swallowed thickly, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of you dressed in his favorite lingerie. he thought you looked so pure and angelic for him, he could feel his mouth salivating like a mutt, eager to sink himself into you.

you smacked his hand away as he reached to unclip your bra, tutting your tongue.

“nuh-uh,” you said, sitting down on the bed. “you first. hurry up and strip, baby.”

he might’ve been the one who donned the elite ring, but he was completely obedient to your command. you had trained him well, after all.

his hands quickly went to the undo the buckle of his belt, fumbling with the zipper of his trousers before he stepped out of his pants. he then tugged off his shirt, exposing his battered body. you felt a hint of pity as he lastly stripped off his undergarment, leaving him vulnerable and bare as he stood before you.

“get on your knees,” you instructed, your foot nudging his limp cock as he kneeled before you.

“nngh… fuck,” he whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation, before you gave him a sharp smack across his face. it wasn’t hard enough to hurt him, but enough to startle him.

“watch your mouth, filthy boy,” you scolded. “keep your hands behind your back.”

his eyes watered as he complied, your foot continued to graze up and down his shaft as you watched him squirm. “so fucking pathetic. you can’t even get it up for your wife, huh?” you mocked.

“‘m sorry, sweetheart. just a little tired,” he whispered, choking back a pained moan as your foot gave his balls a hard nudge.

“don’t tell me i have to start looking into medication or erectile devices for you,” you continued, pleased at the way his cheeks flushed pink in humiliation.

he adamantly shook his head, leaning down to plant kisses on your feet, before trailing up your ankle, nuzzling his nose against your calf. he pulled back slightly to watch you strip off your lingerie, his cock finally stirring at the sight of your bare form. you teasingly spread open your thighs just slightly, giving him a glimpse of what he so desperately needed to satiate his hunger.

“you know what you need to do to earn me, don’t you titus?” you purred, glancing down at his erection.

“yes, ma’am,” he nodded. his hand gently grabbed one of your feet as he began to rut his weeping cock against you. he grabbed your other foot with his free hand, guiding your toes into his mouth as he slobbered over them.

“oh—mmm… so good,” he moaned, angling his hips so that the tip of his shaft hit the arch of your foot just right. you watched the way he worshipped you, grinning as you felt the dual stimulation of the sticky head of his cock pushing against the sole of your foot along with his wet, warm mouth sucking on the other. it always sent a filthy rush over you, watching the man that others feared be dumbed down to a lustful mutt that lived off of your praise.

his humping only lasted for a brief, two minutes before he let out a long groan of your name, quickly blowing his load all over your foot.

“that’s it, titus… now, come here,” you beckoned, lying down on your elbows, as he shakily rose up to hover over you. his hands were planted on the sides of your head, as his knees caged in your thighs.

you pulled him down in a hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your hand reached down to stroke his sensitive cock.

he let out a sharp hiss, pulling back to hide his face in the crook of your neck as you pumped his shaft, forcing him to get hard again. “mmm… please…” titus groaned, “needa be inside you, please. i’ve been good, haven’t i?” he begged, one hand roaming down your side before cupping your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple.

“shh… i know, honey. you’ve been so good,” you praised soothingly, feeling his wet tears against the skin of your shoulder.

you took pity on your poor husband as you finally guided his aching cock towards your entrance, taking in just the tip of his girthy member at first.

“fuck…” you muttered, your brows pinched together as your hand led his hip to push further into you. titus glanced down, fixated on the way your labia stretched to accommodate him, the way your puffy clit was peeking out due to your arousal. his hand moved from your chest to your clitoris, his thumb rubbing quick circles against it, just as you taught him.

“ah—titus, just like that,” you moaned, he continued slowly pushing in until his pelvis sat flush against yours, waiting for your signal that he could begin thrusting.

once you adjusted to his thick size, you gave him a small nod, your hands moving to grip onto his broad shoulders.

he eagerly began to rock against you, the movement of his thrusts causing the bed frame beneath the two of you to creak.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he began to be more calculated with his thrusts, aiming to hit that spot inside you that made you cry out in pleasure.

“does that feel good, mrs. danforth?” titus huffed, a smug grin on his face. “yeah, ah—right there, hm? you’re so tight and warm for me, feels so—mmph—good… please let me cum in you, baby. promise i’ll be so, so good for you,” he rambled, folding over you so that he could be closer as he continued to piston himself against your sweet spot.

you panted and moaned as his thrusts became more and more insistent. the lewd, wet slap, slap, slap of your bodies colliding echoed through your shared bed chamber, punctured by his groans and whines as the two of you neared your climax.

“c’mon and—ah—finish in me then,” you stuttered out, your nails raking down the toned, freckled flesh of his back. you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him even closer. “you wanna fill me up and get me pregnant, hm?”

he let out a choked whimper at your words, his heavy thrusts becoming sloppy as he focused on driving his cum into you.

“oh, god—oh, fuckkk, that’s it,” he groaned, his hips stilling as he came. you reached down between your bodies, rubbing your clit as you felt the hot, copious spurts of his cum fill you up.

“mmm, yes, titus, good boy,” you whined, your voice clipped as you hit your climax as well, your walls gripping around his cock tightly as you rode out your high.

the two of you stayed in a heated mess of tangled limbs, keeping his softening cock nestled inside you as you caught your breath.

“i love you,” your husband whispered, planting sweet kisses to your collarbone.

“mmm, love you too, titus,” you hummed, stroking your hand over his back. you then let your hand roam over his shoulder, down his bicep and forearm, before interlacing your hand with his. you positioned his hand in front of you, staring at the new ring on his finger, the one that he had killed for.

“i want a new jet,” you said, giving him a small, devilish smile. “i want us to go on vacation, too. somewhere nice and tropical,” you added.

titus simply nodded, used to your demands. “yeah, i can prepare that for you,” he answered, pride stirring in his chest that he was more than capable of providing for his cherished wife.

[acecroft]

SHAWN HATOSY as Andrew 'Pope' Cody in Animal Kingdom 1.06

[sammy-bryant]

SHAWN HATOSY & CHLOË SEVIGNY Law & Order: SVU S13E18 "Valentine's Day"

[coquette-club]

[laluhlove]

altar boy!pope who cant stop himself from pining after you.

಄　﹕𓏼 　an au brought to you by laluhlove || not beta-read, we die like real men. Summary: a collection of headcanons, imagines, and how i think altar boy!pope would pine and crush over you! Pairing: altar boy!pope x church goer!reader Author's Note: youre both teens in this btw... pope is 19 and youre 18! Was initially written with fem!reader in mind, but i dont try to shut it in that box. can be read as m4a! i was in a sappy mood once again, so here comes my brainrot... as like anything else i write, this is fluff! oh and, this is a normal!au too.. hes just an awkward little fella for the love of the game... again, pope may be ooc here but shhh... mama hasnt watched animal kingdom and shes been binging the pitt. ⤷ reqs: OPEN || masterlist

altar boy!pope who just became an altar boy not due to faith, but to satisfy his short hyperfixation with catholicism and somehow liking the routine and monotony of it all.

altar boy!pope who meets you at mass and didnt find you interesting at first. you always at the third row, though. that, he always noticed.

altar boy!pope who didnt know who your family was, but noticed the way your mother always made you go to church every sunday, 6am mass. like clockwork.

altar boy!pope who sees you around at sunday school where he tried to teach kids the word of god—not that he was a devout believer, but simply because it was a way to get out of the house.

altar boy!pope who fell in love with your smile and the sound of your laughter during that same first meeting at sunday school as you joked around with the church secretary you volunteered in helping call and visit elderly members of the church who who hadnt been showing up, about considering being a nun with the lack of handsome dating prospects around town.

altar boy!pope who rethinks and struggles with the projected path he wanted to take with this whole serving God thing; because becoming a priest meant eliminating having the non-zero chance of having you.

altar boy!pope who you talked to as a friend, treated with kindness and warmth he hadnt experienced with peers too put-off by his "stand-offish" behaviour.

altar boy!pope who grows to bond with you every time you volunteered at church potlucks, events, and moments when your mother pulls the pastor aside to seek advice.

altar boy!pope who would stay behind week after week volunteering with sweeping the floor after masses just to have the chance to talk to you in the chance your mother decided to stay behind and seek advice from the pastor again.

altar boy!pope who becomes closer with you when you ended up volunteering to teach sunday school one summer. who always took you out for lunch when he made enough money washing cars and mowing lawns.

altar boy!pope who would always take you to that one diner a few blocks from the church on his bike, insisting that you take the helmet and that he would be fine. who would blush beet red when you wrap your arms around his waist to hold on as he pedaled.

altar boy!pope who would sometimes buy you flowers after classes at school and take you out to the mall. who would buy you a small ring that ended up a size too small and would blush in embarrassment as you reassure him that you loved it, and that you'd wear it on your pinky instead.

altar boy!pope who would stop by your house if you dont come to mass one week too many. who would immediately assume you'd open the door and spout out an "i didnt see you last week, where were you?", only to be met by your intimidating father who would inform him youve been sick for weeks and would watch as he stammered out an apology and pedaled away in a rush.

altar boy!pope who would stare and admire you in the pews, missing a cue and derailing the mass just a tiny bit since he was so enamoured with you.

altar boy!pope who would ask to court you. who would promise that even with his family not being as well off as yours, he'd do anything to make you smile.

[iheartshawn]

isn't it amazing that we all have never met and we're all just talking through our phone/computer screens but yet we're so comfy saying 'i love you' to each other ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[lovepollution]

Shawn Hatosy is interviewed at the MTV Movie Awards - 5th June 1999

[terrornothorror]

i need your discipline

[unc-peepaw]

Peepaw and his hitchy scalp: a thread✨️

[unc-peepaw]

Baby 🥹

[mochapuppy]

Andrew who won’t let you do anything when you’re pregnant SIIIGH and since ur not supposed to be on ur back you just HAAAAAVE to sit on his face :(

TW: Pregnancy // MDNI

He's just so nervous the entire time that you're pregnant, especially if its your first baby together :(( he's wanted a family for sooo long and now he's having one with the love of his life? safe to say Andrew will be a bit overbearing about your general wellbeing from the start.

Pope doesn't want u fussing around the house or exerting yourself too much (which in Pope's POV is basically doing anything except sitting down and resting your swollen feet). he's stressed out of his mind when you try to help with even the most menial chores that you could still totally do yourself, and wants to be there with you anywhere you go outside the house "in case something happens."

He's fussy about sex. not that he doesn't think his lovely partner isn't at their sexiest, all big and round with his baby because you're glowing under his attentive care, but Pope's a big guy to say the least and his mind is screaming that he's going to crush you by mistake in the heat of the moment.

Missionary is out of the question, also because you're not supposed to be on your back. Doggy is absolutely out of the question because he's worried your arms will get tired and you'll fall on your belly. You two tried spooning but he couldn't get as deep as you liked and when you tried cowgirl Andrew got sucked out of the mood when you started panting and heaving from all the bouncing you were doing

So sitting on his face it was if you wanted to get off. and God did you want to get off, your pregnancy hormones coupled with Andrew strutting around all bulging muscles, building the nursery's furniture and baby-proofing the house making you wetter than ever.

"You're so wet," Andy huffs in between peppering kisses on your wet lips. His big, rough hands hold you safely above his face, fingers digging ever so slightly into the soft flesh of your thighs so Pope makes sure that you're not going anywhere. "This all for me?" He presses a hard kiss to the your inner thigh, nuzzling the soft flesh bracketing his freshly shaven cheeks before returning back to your needy cunt.

And trust that Pope loooves eating you out, it's his favorite thing to do ever. He's not saying much but every grunt and groan escaping his chest is music to your ears.

"So sweet..." he mumbles dazedly in between sucking on your clit and lapping at your cunt, more talking to himself than you. "Taste so good, momma..." Pope whines, rubbing his face across your lips.

He tugs you even closer, moaning when your ass and pussy press flush to his face, his free hand kneading your thigh like dough while the obscene slurping sounds coming out his mouth and the squelching of his fingers in your cunt burn your ears and cheeks.

It's so much that you have to hold onto his waist for dear life, Pope not even giving you the chance to grind onto his face with how he's pulling you back for more and more and more. The bulge in his boxers calls to your greedy mouth, the outline of his hard cock visible with a wet patch at the tip, but Pope's mouth is distracting you way too much for you to even concentrate on sucking him off.

Not that Andrew asked for a bj. he's too hyperfocused on your perfect, puffy pussy to do anything about his own needs, mouth and fingers incessant in fucking you until you're all stupid and sexdrunk, and even then he's not letting up.

"Please bunny, jus' a lil' more," whining against your swollen slit, index and middle finger still working at your silky walls, desperate to coax another orgasm out of you. When you look back Pope's face is soaked, your slick glistening on his swollen lips and chin and up to his nose. "Just give me one more, yeah? one more, promise."

Anon he's not keeping that promise

[iheartshawn]

Andrew strutting around all bulging muscles, building the nursery's furniture and baby-proofing the house making you wetter than ever.

oh great now i'm wet too !

[mochapuppy]

he's so handsy with it....grunting while he hammers the crib and changing table and bookshelf together, sweat dripping his brow....husband!andy hands on deck

[iheartshawn]

the husbandism is off the charts ! ! andrew cody is a certified malewife and he's proud of it 🙂‍↕️