LETS GO ADULTS

🔞Age in bio or block! No minors!🛑 23 ftm he/they 🐶 irl owned pup!

[the-sensitive-sadist]

It's 9:02pm on a Monday and I'm yearning for a harsh, lengthy spanking session with you pinned over my knee, your hands cuffed behind your back and my fingers probing your mouth while I rhythmically mark your ass up, suddenly switching to rough, unforgiving cunt slaps so you never quite get used to your cruel, overstimulating punishment.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

One thing that works exceptionally well for post orgasm torture is tying them up and teasing them gently with a vibe on a lower setting for as long as they can possibly take it. Kissing their neck and playing with their mouth and teasing their hole with your fingers while you keep them on the edge for what feels like an eternity. Slowly down each time the teasing brings them close. Sweetly caressing them until they're such a quivering mess their legs uncontrollably jerking and their moans becoming pathetic, needy whimpers until you finally, suddenly, turn the vibe up to its highest setting and force them over the edge, then keep it pressed against them until they're writhing in uncontrollable pleasure and agony, a helpless toy forced to cum over and over again until their brain turns to mush

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Feeling the overwhelming urge to be worshipped by your mouth while I grind my dick on your face. Rubbing and humping and jerking off in you while you tongue my balls and kiss my hole and cover your face in precum. Grabbing a fistful of your hair and holding you in place while I hump your face. My pretty little doll, such a perfect toy.

[naive-lil-butterfly]

Aphrodisiac flowers that have evolved to use cum as fertilizer. Is this anything

[strawbaby0609]

reblog if you think hairy women are beautiful and sexy goddesses

[cryptotheism]

They made us out of dirt and mud so we would fuck and roast wild beasts

[orcboxer]

mud people when they see an unroasted unfucked wild beast:

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just sex worker!soap doing a house call for reader....

It's not unusual for soap to be specifically requested for by clients, he's one of the top earners and a quick favorite for people all over the spectrum.

It is, however, unusual for him to be requested by a client with whom he has zero rapport.

You've never even used the service before as far as soap is aware, a completely blank slate of a client. Soap considers, maybe, you're some stalker or murderer. So he grabs an extra knife before pulling up your location. One of those apartments near the university full of trust-fund kids. Typical.

Soap expected many things when he knocked on the door. None of them including this.

"Oh thank god you're here! Get in!" A young thing with stained sweatshirt and messy hair practically hauls him into the room.

You're already across the small apartment by time soap registers his surroundings. Takeout in the trash, papers all over any flat surface, an ungodly amount of energy drink boxes in the corner. Finally, soap looks back to you standing sitting expectantly on the couch, "uh– you marked 'other' on the request box. So...?"

"Yeah, come here." You wave soap over, and he tentatively steps around various textbooks open on the floor. You look him up and down, not appraising, but curious "you know chemistry, right? My friend had you, and mentioned you said something about a chemistry major, right?"

What.

Hardly is soap ever thrown for a loop. But, sure, he's been hit with weirder. "Yeah, actually. Graduated top of my class."

"Great! Sit down." You pull soap onto the couch, them promptly shove a notebook into his hands covered in messy notes "please– please help me. I'm barely passing and I need this credit!"

Oh.

Well. Money is money.

Soap sits down, skims over your notes, then announces "okay, I see why you're failing. See, you need to–"

[rawme-price]

You know ghost is mean, that's nothing new, but recently he's been...mocking you.

It's embarrassing and humiliating in a way you can hardly describe, every comment making you feel like you're back in school with those mean teenage boys.

"You look good today, sweetheart." He tells you when you walk past him in the hallway. Ghost's eyes crinkle in amusement at his own joke, flicking down to your stained sweatshirt because your washing machine decided to break.

God, it shouldn't affect you but it does. Like a slap in the face, ghost seems intent on reminding you that you'll never receive any real compliments. Just the joking "I like yer perfume, love. Makes you smell nice." That has you applying your mildest cologne the next week.

"Sight for sore eyes, dove." Ghost tells you, hands brushing over the sleeves of your uniform. He loves embarrassing you, it seems.

Your final straw happens in the mess. You've been keeping an eye on ghost as he talks with his team, the whole table occasionally looking at you.

Finally, he approaches, throwing one last grin at his mates before asking you "wanna go out with me, birdie? Date to a nice restaurant?"

Humiliation, red and hot flushes over you at his comment, glancing around ghost to see the way his team smiles at his back. You purse your lips, and try to stop tears from falling as you ask "why, do you have to he so mean, ghost?"

"...wot." he asks, stiffening.

"It's cruel to play with my emotions! I know you're mocking me, ghost, you're not subtle. The– the least you could do is not humiliate me in front of half the base!" You cry, waving your hand hysterically.

Before ghost can even reply, you continue "I know I'm ugly! And undesirable! And a fucking easy target! Just– stop! Stop. Leave me alone."

You storm out of the mess, everyone's eyes on you. You ignore ghost calling your name, blood rushing in your ears.

Back in the mess, ghost feels like he might throw up. The person he's been so fucking infatuated with thinks he's been mocking them.

All ghost wanted was you. He's not sure how to fix this.

[greedysadistdaddi]

This blog is anti chatgpt and pro breeding kink without the pregnancy part

[chips1977]

SLUT WORLD IS UNDER ATTACK

[sherdnerd]

[total-killer-brainrot]

🌽!link

Price hadn't taken leave in years. He didn't even have a place to stay off base. The military had become his entirely life in the last two decades. So when he took a bullet to the gut on the last op he didn't know what to do with himself while sent on medical leave.

Johnny was kind enough to offer him his spare room. And it was kind of nice, being completely removed from work. Only needing to eat, sleep and rest for once. His team coming over every day for a drink to keep him company. At least for a while.

The team was being sent on a six month long mission. And Price still had at least four months until he was cleared for active duty. He would be left all alone for half a year. He put on a brave face, but really he was afraid the isolation would get to him.

The mission was gruelling. The task force was practically dead on their feet as they stumbled off the chopper. Finally back on base. Price the furthest thing from their minds. They just wanted to sleep.

Then Johnny's phone dinged. Then it dinged again. And again. Flooding with messages now that he was back into range of signal. Worry twisted his gut when he saw the Captain's contact. Had the bastard burned his house down?

Opening their chat he was greeted by a video with the most outrageous thumbnail.

John's cock centre frame. Thick thighs spread wide, showing how his hairy ass stretched around the tentacle toy. Soap's tentacle toy. The one he kept in the box with the rest of his toys under his bed.

His face felt hot as he started the video. Flushing even hotter when his phone started blasting the most lewd, slick noises. Kyle and Simon both immediately looking his way. Followed by a soft groan Kyle's brows shot up in surprise.

"Is that the Captain?"

The pair crowded around Soap. Leaning in to watch the video. All of them completely silent as they watched Price's cock bounce. He must be feeling better, with how vigorously he rode the toy. Just barely in frame they could see his stomach and its jiggling with each drop onto the toy.

Finally Simon cleared his throat. Holding back a whimper.

"He gained weight."

The other two hummed in agreement. None of them could drag their eyes away. Focused on their beloved Captain pleasuring himself. Kyle let out a soft whine from the back of his throat when the toy caught on his hole then slid out of John's ass. Listening to the man shudder and pant, cock drooling precum onto the hard wood floor.

Soap let out a low whistle. Closing the video and started to scroll upward. Cursing under his breath when he saw even more. Seemingly every toy in his collection. Sometimes multiple a day. The Captain must have been pretty bored all on his own.

[total-killer-brainrot]

🌶️!link

said holy fuck out loud. i need him i cant feel how much i need him my cunt is buzzing i wasnt even horny five seconds ago

It had been a long bloody day. John was tired. His joints ached and he needed a drink. Dropping his bag by the door and collapsing in his chair. Head tilted back as he let out a long sigh. John could easily fall asleep like this. But there had been an itch in his loins since breakfast.

Another sigh was followed by the sound of his zipper. Shoving his jeans down just enough to reach his cock. Groping himself through his boxers till his leg twitched, then finally tugging his cock free.

John's groans were quiet. Tired and soft as he stroked himself to full hardness. Letting his head rest back against the arm chair again. Calloused palm scratching against the sensitive skin of his cock. This was what he needed. Relief. A break from all the stress. It had been too long.

"Captain? Is that you? I didn't think you'd be home this early-"

He leapt to his feet. Cock bouncing against his stomach and leaving a spot of precum on his shirt right as you entered the room.

You. The new transfer to the team. In a new city with nowhere to stay yet. He had given you his spare key just this morning.

John stared at you, and you stared back. Eyes dropping low to his leaking cock. Heat rising in your cheeks when it jumped under your gaze.

"Kid..."

[rawme-price]

People always double-take whenever alpha!ghost and omega!reader walk into a room, eyes zeroing in on their necks. On your neck, a clean, small scar encircling your mating glands. Uncharacteristic with an alpha partner, a bite so restrained and relatively easy to miss.

Oh, and ghost's mating bite? A giant swath of scar tissue across his neck, skin rising and dipping. A few extra bites span the outside of the scar, as if he got mauled.

Which...isn't far off from the truth.

You were running high on the endorphins of his knot, the bite already planned, overwhelmed with anticipation. After ghost carefully, slowly bit you...you couldn't hold back your excitement of getting to claim your alpha.

Yeah...not your proudest moment when you had to call 999 knowing full well ghost's knot wouldn't deflate in time. At least he thinks of it as a romantic moment.

[cyberdrream]

(inspired by the toxic price and x vs y posts, by @rawme-price )

toxic price who cheats on you and then blames you... mmm.... mm.... its because you were pregnant and so so tired, weren't you love? and daddy just needed to get off, it doesn't mean anything, does it? who owns the house, and pays the bills? and you just nod, because yeah, you have been tired, and he does pay the bills and everything, and you can't even be there to let him blow off steam, so it's right of him to just blow off steam somewhere else. it's just blowing off steam, right? you guess, you can't tend to his needs, not when you're so exhausted and heavy with the pregnancy. and he's a captain, on the fast track to become a general, he deserves this. and it doesn't mean anything, right? it's just his secretary, and a pretty clerk, and a cute office worker, it doesn't mean much.

vs

gaz. who finds you sitting numbly in the hospital room, bed rolled to the window, cheek pressed against the cool glass, looking out into the rain. you're holding your daughter in a small pink bundle in your arms, but you look so devoid of any emotion, just staring. john's off with one of his secretaries again, can't even be fucked to stay for the first day of your daughter's life. she's pressed up against your chest, the room smells of milk and tears. the divorce has been coming for a while, but you'll have to send the papers, not like john cares about your opinion. kyle holds an ice cream sundae in his hands as he walks in, hot fudge drizzled over like he remembers from that one cookout at price's house. he sits on the bed next to you, and spoonfeeds you the sundae like his life believes on it. you fall asleep on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he smiles at your daughter. he doesn't want you going anywhere near his CO again, and the promotion he's going to get to lieutenant means he'll have more time and wages to keep you two proper.

[nikolais-baby-daddy]

Ftm!reader who's recently been stationed at Chimera base while on a recon missions. Which was going fine, reader introducing himself as he/him and chosen name and no one suspected a thing. Or at least that's what reader thought.

A week later when his testosterone started running low and the extra vial being broken when it's pulled out of the mini fridge in the room. It made reader start to slightly panic, he hadn't been off testosterone since he had started taking it. He hide the evidence and started thinking of ways to try and decided to ration the little bit he had left.

At least until he woke up the next morning to a small white tin sitting on his nightstand. Nicotine pounch written on the side. At first reader didn't think nothing of the tin, thought it was a wrong delivery, but after a stressful wake up with a inspection and surprise drills, he decided to try one of these nicotine pouches, only to open the lid and see a note in a beautiful elegant cursive.

Was told you had medicine to take. And that 'medicine' is hard to get in Russia, here is testosterone pouches. Should help if you run out.

Reader almost cried reading the note, thankful to this hidden stranger. That night he finished off the vial he had been rationing, since he hadn't taken a full dose. And in the morning, he put one of the pouches on.

Weeks went by as Reader collected data on a particular konni base. And each week, when the patches started getting low, he'd wake to find a fresh tin.

When he was finally getting to leave, his extra vials finally made it to base. He placed the vials in the fridge, finished packing, and went to sleep. In the morning he was tryna give himself his normal shot, but after weeks of not giving shots, he was having trouble getting the placement right.

Until two larger hands grabbed his and a russian voice spike, "Here let me help."

Nikolai.

The pilot reader had been eyeing since he arrived, he had come up in many conversations back on the TF141 base. The one with kind eyes and a rough smile.

Nikolai held eye contact with reader as he took the shot of testorone from their hands, before he admistered it with ease. Once it was finished, he set the empty syringe on the counter.

"This line of work can be hard for people like you. But if you tell the right people, they can help you. John and his boys, would be very understanding and it would give you a support group. But if you dont want to talk to them..." Nikolai pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to reader. "Give me your number, you can text and call me."

Reader hesitantly took the phone, flushing a bit at the words. But he saw something shift in the russian's eye before Nikolai started to roll up his sleeve, and that's when it clicked in reader's head. Two phallo scars on Nikolai left forearm, running from wrist to elbow.

[succubusvalentine]

ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ ʀɪʟᴇʏ. ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅᴇᴅ.

It was as if the two of you didn't realise what happened. You went on a mission just the two of you, no one but you both and Price knew what happened during it. Classified to others.

Now it wasn't as though you didn't like each other. You weren't overly close, but after the mission? Inseparable.

You followed one another like a lost puppy. You always grabbed his sleeve or belt loop, and Simon would almost always have an arm around you.

When you first came back, you only spoke to each other and Price. But after a while you began speaking to others again, though you primarily only spoke to each other. Whispering close.

You also completely abandoned your barracks. If the two of you were sleeping on base, you were in Simons barracks. You'd moved everything into his quarters.

What others didn't know, was that you slept nude. You had to otherwise one of you would have a horrible nightmare. It was as if your bodies needed to feel one another to be sure they were still alive.

Another thing others noticed was how one of you would have a hand on the other's wrist to feel the pulse. Or one of you would be lying on the couch in the rec room with the other lying on top with their head against the priors chest. Listening to their heart beating in its cavern.

Simon also refused to let others come too close to you. Afraid they would harm you. You were almost always sat on his lap so he would pull you against his chest and glare at whoever was approaching.

When you weren't on base, you were at Simons apartment. You'd moved in the minute you two got back after that gruelling mission. You were rarely apart in the apartment. He followed you to the bathroom when you wanted to shower. Crowding behind you and keeping you safe against him.

You both quickly found out that if one of you woke up in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen or bathroom, the other would wake up and immediately panic. So, when Simon would wake up and crave a cup of tea, he would carry your sleeping body to the kitchen, making his tea with one hand.

"Go back to sleep, Love. 'S alright. Just making myself a cup of tea, you're safe." Simon told you, voice rough and soothing as you nod and nuzzled into his shoulder.

The worst aspect of the two of you being trauma bonded, was when you two had your physical the day after getting back.

Simon had insisted on being in the room when you were getting yours first, only to sprain the doctors wrist when you winced at the needle you were given. And what was worse was the shouting you let out when Price informed you that you would have to stay outside during Simons physical. Price ended up having to literally hold you in your chair.

Being trauma bonded may seem like a negative thing. But when you and Simon were nude and curled around each other in bed, refusing to let go of one another. You never felt safer.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆.°⛧

Buy my cat a Christmas Present? ❄︎ 𖠰 (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just hyperspermia!ghost who has no clue that he doesn't produce a normal amount cum.

Imagine pulling ghost into a supply closet after he confesses he's never had a blowjob before. Impulsive and full of adrenaline, either of you could die tomorrow. Why not enjoy the moments you can with ghost, instead of waiting?

"Fuck– ohh...that's good, love." Ghost grunts, head thumping against the closet wall as you take him into your mouth, glad for your well-tamed gag reflex.

It's obvious ghost is new to this by the way his muscled thighs jump under your fingers, hips bucking forward with a shuddered "ah! Sorry– sorry, you feel good. Christ–"

At least he has the decency to stutter out a warning when he feels close, hands clenching tight at his side to stop from shoving you down to the base.

You knew coming into this you'd have to swallow, and hum in delight as ghost's cock twitches against your tongue and a salty warmth fills your mouth.

Except...it doesn't stop.

"Mmhhhg, thank you, thank you–" ghost groans into the air, unaware of you struggling to swallow down another mouthful of cum. It's viscous and warm, each spurt filling your mouth only for more to come. Coating your throat thoroughly while you essentially chug him down.

When it finally stops, you have to sit back on your knees and just breathe for a moment. Ghost finally takes note of your silence, peeking down at you to ask "uh...you okay?"

"Oh my god....Holy shit, ghost." You reply, then pause when you realize your voice sounds different now, the cum literally coating your throat. "That was....so much fucking cum. Ghost what the hell."

You shift, and nearly pass out when you realize you can feel the cum in your stomach, like after eating a bit too much food. Oh. Oh you like that.

"Sorry?" Ghost tilts his head, unsure.

"Ghost, I don't care what plans you have, we're going to your barracks now. I need to see that again." You grab him by the tac vest and begin dragging ghost down the hall.

Ghost's voice sounds only a bit scared when he responds "yes sergeant."