with love ‘n spite, toni

GALLAGHER: ‘you’re one lucky bunny. . ♡ ’

[porcalinecunt]

‘ 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐁♡𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ! 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ❀ ‘

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‘ 𝐈 𝐇𝟒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝟒𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 ! ‘

𝓐𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋’s ARCHIVESིྀ ♱ 𝓢𝓐𝓛𝓥𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝 ♱ CAUTIONARY TALE

ଘ jabber’s doll , keisuke’s scarbunny , jean’s baby’ ଓ 𓏲𝄢 ˋ∘

WHAT IS 𝓐𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 DOING ? zuko cum tea drabble hehe ࿐ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

𓏲𝄢 ˋ࿐ 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 ? open! (slow due to uni)

[porcalinecunt]

⋆ ❀˖°𝓬𝔀 — ⚧︎ forcemasc , age gap , old man! jean , this is for my perv tboys 🫶🏼

it was supposed to be a favor to your dad, a learning and growing experience for you. all he wanted was his growing boy to be shown the ways of manhood, besides, it’s something you’ve always been chasing after.

what you didn’t expect was learning from his best friend’s own manhood. jean, someone who prides himself on his dignity and gentleman nature, showing you how to take an older man’s cock in the backseat of his truck. how to unhinge your jaw and swallow his length the right way in the cabin kitchen. if you did extra good that day, whether catching a good hunt or chopping enough logs for the fireplace, jean would give you sweet sweet love in the soft sheets of his carved, wooden bed. well, as sweet as he could be. he can’t be too soft on you.

“c’mon, your a big boy..work for it.” jean almost orders you, laying flat on his back with his toned arms behind his head. even in his forties, he looked damn good. you whined at the thought of him depriving you of a good headlock before a sharp finger snap in your face caught your attention. “don’t start whinin’, yeah?” he spoke in a tone that hinders on guilty pleasure and authority. you were already moving your hips without realizing it, inching his dick deeper into your soaking cunt. you did everything right today, you even hunted enough food that’ll last until breakfast, yet he still asks for more of you. was it not enough?

“jean—“ “sir.” he corrects you. hazel eyes almost a predatory gold reflected from the warm lamp.

“sir..i can’t..it’s too much!” you choke out in defeat, a sense of humiliation sits in your chest. at least, it was quickly punched out when jean pushed you onto your back and shoved his girth all the way in until he touched your cervix. a wail rips itself out of you as a delicious mix of pain, pleasure and validation overtakes your body. “f—fuck ugh..!”

“mmm..see?” he groans, holding back a mean chuckle. “that’s how you take dick like a real man, baby.” his face rests close enough to yours that the hairs on his stubble tickles your cheek. his pace is unforgiving, agonizingly slow drags with sharp, hard thrusts into your greedy cunt as you lay there taking every last hit the way he wants you to. the way he’s dreamed of ever since his dad came to him begging to help you as a growing man. he knew he’d be a dead man if his friend found out what he’s been up to with his son, but he couldn’t help it and neither could you.

“atta boy.” he moans out, that tinge of affection you’ve been craving has finally come to fruition. “takin’ me like a champ, fuck..” the names he’s given you might as well be better then the sex itself, worth the grueling labor, pain and even injuries you gain during this fucked up coming of age trip. every cut, bruise and tick only garenteed jean seeing you as his equal. not his best friend’s floundering son, his man. a state of euphoria so great you almost missed him orgasming all over your front, thick ropes of cum splattered on your stomach and chest, his musk mixing with your sweat.

jean, now exhausted, always tossed you a wet towel after these moments. a gruff “clean that off” would follow before he steps into the washroom to shower. you’d only chuckle, remembering that he’s still an old grumpy man. though his gentleman status wasn’t a farce, just let him wash up and splash cold water in his face, he’ll be snuggling up his boy in no time. after all, he needs you rested up and ready for whatever he’ll subject you next.

[porcalinecunt]

gachiakuta s2 got me thinking abt my sona again

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[porcalinecunt]

i love assigning angel archetypes/class to my moots 🪽

[lenessence]

𖦹 jean kirstein loves strawberry ice cream after sex. ( 18+ )

the first time you and jean became intimate, you casually mentioned how much you were craving strawberry ice cream. without a word, jean rushed out of bed and didn't come back for a couple of minutes. you remember being slightly concerned, wondering if you said something wrong.

when he came back with a tub of strawberry ice cream and two spoons, you knew he was the one. ever since then, it's become a crucial part of your aftercare ritual.

tonight is no different. you stand leaning against his kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his button down you practically ripped off fourty five minutes ago. you've got the ice cream container sat open, twirling the sweat swirls of red against your spoon. the flavor on your tounge feels like heaven on earth. you sway your hips softly to the quiet music playing in your head. jean stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, swaying alongside you humming your favorite song softly.

it's the quiet moments like these that you crave the most. you feel nothing but the calm satisfaction coming from your core and the warmth in your chest knowing that you've found your soulmate already.

sometimes, like tonight, jean doesn't use a spoon, he can't keep his lips off yours long enough to find it necessary.

wrote this while eating strawberry ice cream in my kitchen at 1am. he's always in my head i need help

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[porcalinecunt]

missing him ….♡

[zanyssins]

He bites back

[porcalinecunt]

Sigh, send me the link to wherever Calvin is from….😔

-🐐

Just Be Patient by HexedHoney

Just Be Patient by HexedHoney

here ya go :3 if you need help downloading it (it varies by device) shoot me a text goatie

[porcalinecunt]

Toniii how do you think Valko marks his territory (= YOU)? Would he scent you? Give you some pretty bite marks? A secret third option? :3

miss renaaaaa ~ ♡

since lads heavily alluded to valko very much leaning into his wolfyness, scenting is a NEED for this man. personally, i think bite marks aren’t enough..this man is a slut for cumshots all over :3 rubbin’ girth all over my face like he hasn’t spread his seed on every possible part of the body he can think of

he’s also extra gross when it comes to scenting everything else! sheets, clothes, towels..if he can hump it, he will scent it! ♡

and what if i said he’d scent with piss— gets fucking shot

[porcalinecunt]

You would simp for a man named Calvin wouldn’t you?

-🐐

noooooooooo i would neverrrrr….

(ignore the basement noises goat pls)

[porcalinecunt]

so..since calvin experiments on people, i like to believe he tests different aphrodisiacs on the player and if the effects are too overwhelming, he just simply fucks ‘em away ♡

[porcalinecunt]

everytime i try to write out my disgusting thoughts here i get way too into it and start thinking vividly abt taking dick from behind

[porcalinecunt]

sigh ……fuck

[aphydiite]

𑣲 utterly adored. ┊ valko.

#bringbackvalko ⠀•⠀ Minors DNI !⠀•⠀Reblogs appreciated ! ──⠀ cw. this was not supposed to end up a grinding and val cumming in his pants thing but i wrote this while drinking so (shrugs). no prns / body used for reader. sub leaning and good boy valko <3 srry gang i don't have much experience writing frottage/dry humping fics but the coochie had a vision and who am i to oppose

ok thats enough of being drunk and depressed 🚬🚬🚬 time to get off my ass, bc they are NOT taking this dog from me

⠀ ⠀"What are you—? Haah—"

 ⠀⠀ He's cute. He is so, so cute. Your big, sweet wolf practically melting under your hands and your kisses and the downwards grind of your hips— how are you not supposed to adore him? Your fingers run across his chest and his shoulders greedily, reveling in the heat under your fingertips. His soft whines fill the air, only contested by the loud thump thump thump of his tail smacking eagerly against the carpet.

 ⠀⠀ "I'm not complaining," Valko starts above you, breath already labored and a ruddy blush across his face. He looks good enough to eat. "But where is this coming from? I thought I was supposed to be the animal here."

 ⠀⠀ You hum, giving the junction of his shoulder and neck one last nip, teasingly grinding down on the prominent tent of his sweats. "No reason," you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then to his nose, then between his brows above the frame of his illegally cute glasses. "You're just cute, is all. Problem?"

 ⠀⠀ "No, but if you keep this up, I'm not gonna— fuck—"

 ⠀⠀ Valko cuts himself off with another whine as your hips begin to pick up movement again, the heat between your legs grinding deliberately against his hardening cock. His aborted thrusts try to meet you, instinctive and increasingly desperate as he tries to chase the friction. It's enough to make you grin.

 ⠀⠀ "Just let go, baby. " Your lips meet his in a kiss. He deepens it in an instant, tongue licking your lips as he whines into your mouth. The sound grows as you grind him with more force, gasping into the kiss yourself.

 ⠀⠀ Big, warm hands find your hips— neither guiding nor pulling, but holding on. His trembling grip only makes you more eager to please.

 ⠀⠀ It's not long before you bring your attention back to Valko's neck, planting a myriad of kisses and dark marks there. The kisses are stark against his skin, darkening into marks that you know will climb above the collar of his tailored suit tomorrow. The thought of it— this tall, imposing man walking into the building of his company sporting your marks and your scent makes heat pool in your belly.

 ⠀⠀ Is this what goes through his head when he scents you? Maybe he’s rubbed off on you more than you thought.

 ⠀⠀ "You're so cute." it just slips out of you— a murmur dripping with adoration.

 ⠀⠀ Valko whines even louder when a hand goes to the crown of his head, scratching at the base of those soft fluffy wolf ears. The wag of his tail grows strong enough that it's practically whipping up a storm. His hips are grinding right back against you, the stain of his precum growing on the front of his sweat— his cock is achingly hard under the fabric, twitching each time you rub yourself against him.

 ⠀⠀ He's so damn warm underneath you, desperate and whining as he chases the pleasure of the friction, driven by his baser instincts. But he's being so good too— his hands hadn't once tugged or pulled you, letting you set the pace as you'd like.

 ⠀⠀ What a good puppy.

 ⠀⠀ The poor wolf's eyes are practically molten gold when you meet his gaze— swimming with desire and drunk on the pleasure of your scent, the pleasure of your body pressed up against his.

 ⠀⠀ "What a good boy," you coo, delighting in the way he gasps your name. "D'you wanna cum, baby?"

 ⠀⠀ "Please," he whines, and you can feel his cock twitch even through the ruined fabric. It must be so hard now— blushing red at the head, thick and heavy, practically dripping with precum. Pert of you wishes you could see it, could taste it. He's always tasted so good.

 ⠀⠀ "Go on then, puppy," you purr. “You can cum.”

 ⠀⠀ With the hand still in his hair, you guide Valko's face to bury in your neck— he needs little encouragement, all but shoving his nose against your pulse in a hearbeat, drinking in your scent like a man starved. Immediately, the pace of his thrusts pick up and his hands tighten on you as his restraint finally begins to crack in the face of his looming orgasm. The sound of fabric brushing against fabric is loud— but still drowned out by his breathless pants.

 ⠀⠀ You can't fight back the grin as he laps at your neck, sweet even as he coaxes your scent forward. Cute, cute, cute.

 ⠀⠀ Emboldened, he begins to guide your hips with his hands, using his strength to pull you back into each desperate grind of his hips. Each movement makes him whine into your neck, makes him twitch underneath you, his fingers tightening and then loosening.

 ⠀⠀ It doesn't take long before he's tensing beneath you, teeth finding the curve of your shoulder on instinct as a low, rough groan leaves him, his hips giving small jerks as he rides out his high. Valko's tail tenses for a moment before going right back to wagging— a bit slower now, tired, but delighted nonetheless.

 ⠀⠀ He's whining a little into your skin, licking where he had bitten as if in apology. Valko's grip keeps you seated on his lap and the wetness of his cum staining his sweats— unapologetic and warm.

 ⠀⠀ Even after all that, you can feel that his cock is still half-hard, still eager for anything else you wanted to give him. Still twitching with each deep breath he takes of your scent.

 ⠀⠀ "Good boy, Valko," you murmur into his soft hair, and the sound that escapes him just makes you want to ruin him again.

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[porcalinecunt]

best cure to chest dysphoria is to imagine doggy coded men knawing at my tits while cumming in their pants untouched