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[eydilily]

nautilus cup championship! 🏆🏁

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

Before it became common knowledge that Batman always came with a Robin, there must have been at least one goon who misunderstood the situation. Dick, being faster and smaller, would often reach a scene before Bruce. Imagine some low-level criminal suddenly face-to-face with a ten-year-old in a bright costume. And then, moments later, Batman emerges from the shadows. He's terrifying, inhuman even.

Not realizing they’re partners, the goon assumes the boy is just that: a random kid caught in the wrong place. Then Batman finally steps out of the shadows, looking like the nightmare everyone in Gotham whispers about.

So for one brief moment, the goon actually moves to shield Robin from him.

[yoonsucks]

Bad puppy!

Pairing: puppy!Choso x owner!reader cw: SMUTTT, subby whiny pervy dog hybrid choso, owner reader, fem!reader, panty sniffing, scenting, riding him, choso cries, cumplay, degrading him a bit, punishment... he calls reader mistress/ma'am, light slapping, not proofread lols for this ask <3 and mommy @mimuju

Choso was a good boy.

The best boy.

He's your good boy, could do no wrong.

You thought as much.

He's been your cute stay-at-home-hybrid for a while now, finally comfortable enough to not be as shy around you.

Choso was on the more timid side, but he'd make sure he's always around you when you're home.

Sitting next to you at the breakfast table, thigh against thigh, his tail wagging and smacking against the leg of the chair. You liked his presence, letting him steal food from your plate, wiping his cheek with your thumb when he got a bit messy.

He wanted to watch everything with you, getting startled by horror movies- you had to hold the sweet boy and scratch behind his ears. You loved it though, getting to coo and laugh at him when he trembled from a jumpscare.

He slowly had moved to your bedroom instead of his designated room, sleeping besides you, sometimes at the foot of the bed if you weren't in the mood to get snuggled up with a man that could engulf your whole form in his arms.

But that was rare.

You let him lay his head on your chest, place soft kisses on his hair and listen to his breath.

If there was a thunderstorm outside, then you'd huddle up under blankets with him and read to him as a distraction from the loud thundering sound and howling winds.

He did get a bit… touchy though, nosing and trying to scent you in the middle of the night when he thought you were fully passed out.

…You liked it.

He could smell how turned on you'd get, the lovely way your panties became damp and your cunts hole would flutter.

He wanted to have a lick… get your flavor in his mouth.

But he was good, just shifting to try and go to sleep, even if he had the most delicious smelling treat right under his nose.

When you went for walks at the park, he behaved well and stayed near. Choso was actually fairly frightened by the other demihumans.

Especially that mean looking pink tiger guy… or the gray wolf.

Choso wasn't some meek weakling but he preferred to stay hip to hip with you… in case he had to protect you, not the other way around… definitely.

Back to him being the bestest boy ever.

He wasn't.

Choso was a little pervert.

Like any dog would be.

He gave you sad puppy eyes when you left for work, whining about missing you- all to get a kiss on his droopy expression before you left and closed the door.

He did miss you, he didn't lie about that.

But that pouty act turned into one of pure neediness.

He had started off tame… going into your bedroom, rummaging trough your underwear drawer to get his paws on the fresh laundry, bringing it up to his face to sniff.

Then put them back.

You never knew.

Then he got bolder, sitting on the bathroom floor and pouring the dirty laundry basket out on the tiles, picking your most recently worn clothes up to roll in, laying on his back while smushing a pair of filthy panties to his face. As if you would be on his face.

And then he would shove all of it back into the basket and go laze about on your bed.

You NEVER knew.

One morning you had given him a bye bye peck on the lips, something you had never done before but he had been on the brink of tears, kneeling while tugging at your jeans, ears all flat and tail between his thighs. He was being extra clingy.

So a little kiss was sure to cheer him up.

A bit too much.

Late afternoon- and you return back home, exhausted from work and in need of a shower and a good meal. And some love and attention from your house dog.

"Choso! Puppy, I'm home…" You yawn out, toeing your shoes off and dropping your bag on the little table in your hallway.

Choso, the precious boy he was, rushed over and hugged you, his frame folding over you.

You couldn't help but giggle when he nosed at your neck, acting all cute. Not trying to taste you, no not at all.

He had acted normal throughout dinner, maybe a bit more… nosy than usual.

Nothing was amiss.

Until you were picking out some clothes to change into after you took a shower.

T shirt.. check… sweatpants… check… chewed up panties… check.

…

chewed up panties?

You lifted the cotton pair up by the sides.

There was a hole… a big one… bit right out from where your pussy would go if you wore them-

You don't remember moths having such a big appetite.

Your stupid mutt of a hybrid had gotten into your underwear.

He had gotten a little bit too excited and had decided he NEEDED a taste.

So what else was he supposed to do? Not take a chunk out of your favorite pair?

You tossed the ripped up thing to the bed and groaned, rubbing a hand over your forehead.

"CHOSO."

He was in the room before you could even finish the full word, on his knees and a trembling bottom lip sticking out, tail neatly tucked under his thighs and black furred ears down on his skull.

"Yes, mistress..?"

You glanced over to the bed.

He did too-

Oh no.

I mean, what did he expect would happen.

Leaving evidence right where you'd find it.

Silly boy.

The kneeling hybrids face started to heat up, looking to the floor where his hands were.

"…Wasn't me.."

"Who then? The undie ripping fairy? The pervert gnome of panty land?"

"…Both of them…"

You went silent, eyes staring down at his.

He whimpered, shifting uncomfortably under your glare.

"Choso, be good. Tell me what happened, seriously."

"I.. i didn't mean to… swear it."

"Choso Kamo."

He bit the inside of his cheek, head tipping forwards and hanging. His dark locks falling over his face to cover the guilty look.

His tail was starting to slooowwly slide back and forth across the floor.

Was he enjoying this?

You ran the hand from your forehead down your face.

"I did it…ma'am.."

"Why?"

"Wanted to smell you… but.. but also taste so i…"

"Taste and smell… what else, touch and lick?" You scoffed, making a sarcastic remark.

But he nodded, finally lifting his chin back up to have his chocolate irises meet your annoyed ones.

"May i, mistress?"

"May you? You tore up my favourite pair and now you want to get some? Fine. But you won't like it. "

You tried to threaten him, but he didn't look all that scared.

Not until you grabbed him by the hair and made him scoot forward, clumsy hands clinging to the backsides of your thighs. That pitiful little face he was making made you want to forgive him, but he deserved to be punished.

You stepped a bit wider, shoving his face between your legs.

This earned you a whine from him, unsure what to do now… the scent of you filling his nose and making his fluffy tail thump around on the flooring.

"Don't look so excited, damn mutt."

Choso shuddered from the mean name, peering up at you, tongue already darting out to try and lick at the fabric of your pants.

You unbuttoned your jeans, letting the not so guilty looking hybrid watch you unzip and tug the waistband down.

Before you could even get them past your thighs he was trying to lap at the front of your filly panties- canines lightly pulling on the material.

Someone was hungry.

"Look at you… now hold on, you can't taste unless i allow it." You chuckle, pulling him away by his hair.

Poor Choso was already sniffling, unable to tear his eyes away from the damp fabric clinging to invitingly to your puffy folds, hands gripping into his own sweats.

"Please….mistress… please."

You tutted.

How impatient.

You pulled him up from his knees, pushing him onto the soft bed- ripped up panties forgotten underneath him.

You didn't want to let him get what he wanted the most. To get to touch and bite at your skin.

So the best course of action?

Forcing him to lay down, tugging his sweatpants down just enough so you could sit on his weepy cock. It looked like it was crying by how much precum was oozing out.

Your clothed pussy formed around it, thighs trapping his legs underneath yours.

"No touching."

"Yes ma'am."

It was a pitiful sight, his ears floppy and his eyes glossy, unable to look away where your bodies were rubbing together- and his hands, oh his desperate hands, trying to lay flat on the bedsheets beside his sides.

You didn't slide your soaked panties to the side until he started to buck his hips.

Obviously his cock was obscenely large, with a plump knotting bump at the end. Not to mention how pretty his happy trail was, your hands pressing down on his lower stomach to hold him still while shifting and helping the leaky cockhead find your sopping hole.

Thwap slap thwap slap slap!

Your hips bounced up and down, ass meeting his trembling thighs, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filled the usual wholesome bedroom air.

All he could do was… well.. cry. And let out whimpers of your name- too overwhelmed.

He was sobbing, nose scrunched up and his eyes blinking out pearly tears before shutting completely, fingers gripping into the bedsheets so hard they might tear.

"Misuhh…mistthhrurress…" He hiccuped out your title over and over again.

You leaned over, grabbing his face with one hand, the other bracing your weight on his abs.

"Cmon, look at me, you crybaby. You did this to yourself."

He refused to open his eyes, trying to squirm out of your hold.

Smack!

You have his cheek a light slap before leaning back, making sure to clench around him for a torturous squeeze.

"Bad puppy."

You didn't even let him cum inside, getting off right at the last moment.

And the thick load splurted out all over his own chest and face. Nowhere near where he would have liked to get it on… or in.

Lesson learned?

For now, maybe.

You weren't that cruel… you scooped up the whiteish liquid in your fingers and fed it to him.

That counted as cleanup.

Fine, he got a proper cuddle session and a short lecture about eating your clothes.

Didn't mean you knew about all the other stuff he had done before getting caught this one time.

Yoon's notes: sumn abt writing subby pup choso always hits the spot

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[juneaugustine]

one of those tri-fold picture frames except it has shane holding the cup with montreal on the left, ilya holding the cup with boston on the right, and the two of them holding it together with ottawa in the middle. and it’s the centerpiece on yuna and david’s mantel.

[loreshonour]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ husband!nanami and the alluring things he does

tags. suggestive. nsfw. smut (not explicit?). married life. established relationship. soft!nanami. domestic bliss. gentle. ⋮ author's note. went from 'attractive things he does' to 'alluring things he does' and although i think i kind of like this i can't reread it again because i'm genuinely going to cringe, i've never written anything like this before LMAO, it's SO out of my comfort zone oh my days ⋮ word count. 1.0k

Husband!Nanami who always, time and time again, makes sure to get your consent in a verbal way before continuing whatever he's started. It doesn't matter to him if he's been married to you for half a decade or that he knows you'll constantly say yes to certain things.

It’s a husky, “Tell me to slow down and I will, honey,” here. And a firm, “Are you all right?” there. It’s his eyes flickering up to catch the expressions on your face, especially when something new is involved, and if he catches even a trace of doubt, he’ll stop.

Husband!Nanami who, despite trying his best to stay composed, always looks like a complete mess after a make-out session. Bottom lip shining with the slightest hint of saliva on it—or your lip gloss, you're not entirely sure, and neither is he—until he swipes his tongue over it.

Blond hair messy, the short strands disorganised and dishevelled because you've been running your fingers through it for the last fifteen minutes. Hazel eyes focused on your face with a horrifying type of intensity, pupils slowly dilating, chest rising and falling in a restless, uneven pace, meanwhile his fingers twitch from where they're holding onto your waist.

Husband!Nanami who can't help but place a mirror near your shared bed and make love to you in front of it. His devoted eyes stay entirely focused on yours, never wavering, not even thinking about glancing away in case he might miss a single facial expression you make. One hand stays entwined with yours, squeezing when it gets too much, kisses being placed on the smooth skin of your shoulders, and the hairs on the back of your neck shooting up straight.

A fun fact about Nanami? He doesn't boss you around, but the one thing he wants you to do during intimate moments is to tell him the things you find pretty about yourself. Nothing more, nothing less, (something about seeing yourself the way he sees you, which is nothing short of perfect).

Husband!Nanami who lets his warm, gentle hands which wouldn't dare lay a finger on you, wander over every part of your body. Every dip and curve is thoroughly touched by his finger pads, promising and adoring, even the parts you dislike about yourself. Those are the ones he's most fond of—the soft indent of your waist, the faint violet tracks on your breasts, the flesh-toned and sunken stretch marks on your hips that spread all the way to the skin of your butt—and he intentionally spends extra time worshipping them.

Husband!Nanami who places a lingering, wet kiss on your throat, hot breath fanning the skin, while your pulse immediately quickens due to the feeling. And then he's fisting his hands in your hair, tugging your head back the slightest bit so his lips are able to move up to your jawline, and he continues to pepper kisses all over the skin there, too. “You’re incredibly gorgeous,” he’ll whisper, breathy and completely undone. “So beautiful, darling.”

Husband!Nanami who takes off his belt, purposefully slowing down the action, while keeping eye contact with you. The first time he did it, in the early stages of your relationship, where everything was still new and nerve-wracking, you had flushed a pretty red colour while you bit down on your bottom lip, and back then, in that specific moment, he decided that he wanted that look to be reserved for him and him only for a long time yet to come.

Husband!Nanami whose lips follow wherever his hands go. He’ll start by unhurriedly taking off your shirt and unclasping your bra, and once those are thrown to the other side of the room, he’ll press kisses to the bare flesh in front of him. From your collarbone to the valley of your breasts, hands lightly holding down on your hips since you tend to squirm when he reaches the softness of your belly, and so on.

There's nothing better than having him keep eye contact with you from where he's kneeling between your legs, your thighs almost making him suffocate—although he secretly thinks it’d be an incredible way to go—whilst he presses fleeting kisses to your inner thighs.

Husband!Nanami who’s become awfully skilled at lowering his voice, hazel eyes softening while his hand never lets go of yours. “I know, darling, I know.” His lips brushing the shell of your ear, they’re mere whispers in a husky voice, yet it’s the only thing you're able to hold onto. “Oh, my love.”

With each groan that escapes his lips, you’re arching your back into him more. “You’re doing so good for me, so perfect.” Foreheads pressed together, and even if the only thing you do is roll your hips, the praise just keeps coming. “You’re such a good girl for me, baby.”

Husband!Nanami who kisses your sweaty forehead afterwards, nose pressing against your hairline for a simple second before he gets a damp cloth from the bathroom. Within seconds, the material is pressed against you, cleaning up the sticky mess that's left staining your inner thighs. “Feeling all right, honey?” he asks in a low tone, steady and peaceful, despite still trying to catch his breath.

He's aware you're too tired to move, that's why he makes sure to clean you up as thoroughly as possible, and ushers, more like practically carries, you to the bathroom so you can use the toilet before fully dozing off.

Husband!Nanami who pulls you flat on top of his body right before you fall asleep. Your leg thrown over his hip, face nuzzled deeply into the crook of his neck, the smell of his cologne, mixed with the slight remnants of sweat and a scent that smells an awful lot like dark musk making its way into your nostrils, whilst your hair tickles his chin with each movement you make.

He easily slips one warm hand under your sleeping shirt and runs the tips of his fingers up and down your spine, ignoring the goosebumps he leaves in its wake.

© loreshonour — don't repost, translate, or copy any of my works.

[lookatthe-stars13]

ilya rozanov is the type of guy to fall for game ads, so when one of the pike kids asks “you got games on your phone?” he unlocks his phone like a man showing off the inner pockets of his trench coat to reveal pages and pages of candy crush, toon blast, homescapes, gardenscapes, mahjong, solitaire, you name the ad he has the game

and it’s crazy because he is at an absurdly high level on each of them, i mean IR81 is topping the in-game leaderboards

and that’s how hayden and shane find the pike kids, in awe, huddled around ilya on his phone playing cooking fever like a madman

[himbomarleau]

You may think that the reason everyone in the game changer universe reacts to a player coming out by saying "it's not rozanov is it?" is because maybe he's a little effeminate and dresses sort of "european," but the real reason is because cliff and ilya say the gayest shit to each other like "marly you have a gorgeous cock" "thanks roz. The only ass I've seen better than your's is j-lo's"

They try to turn practice in to a shirts and skins scrimmage and everyone is like no??? We need our pads??? "What's the point of all of these beautiful muscular bodies if we can't even admire them?"

Every time they have a night off in a coastal city they're skinny dipping in the ocean and calling everyone who doesn't join them pussies. "Are you scared your dick will look small next to roz's monster cock?"