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that ass
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you and me (love you to bite)
I like to think his Hydrapple is super affectionate and clingy in contrast to Kieran being... Kieran
RIP Derpy's tail
Me when I spot a new treat in the pantry:
Thinking about Ringo's St. Christopher medallion again
bitey bitey bitey pup denny!!!!
“Yeah, your appendicitis patient from last-ow!”
“Denny baby, what did we say about biting for attention?”
“Not to, but Daddyyy~”
Aht. No buts. Go get one of your chew toys and Daddy and Sir will be with you shortly.”
Dennis sitting in Jack’s lap bitting on Jack’s fingers while he reads aloud for them.
Robby bringing home a new chew toy for his good boy every time he goes on a grocery run.
Dennis trying and failing to mark Robby’s neck, succeeding on Jack’s.
Jack and Robby comparing and jerking each other off to the bite marks in the shower.
“Brother, the one on your neck is gnarly.”
“If only you could see the one on the back of your thigh.”
+𝟏𝟖 ᢉ𐭩 when his tie wraps around you . . .
✰ K. NANAMI
── WRISTS
your wrists pulsed against their light restriction. your skin tingling - lingering pain kissing and biting raw, primal marks all over the plush surface of your exposed flesh.
“touch” you sniffled again. hiding your reddening face in the crook of his neck. “there’s no need,” he huffed, again. his breath heavy against your flesh - burning its way over your body, sending a chill down your spine. “no need for you to even — oh, fuck — move a muscle baby”
his swollen tip grazed upon your spongy cervix. his cock hefty, tirelessly dragging itself in and out of your pretty pussy. his length dripping, drowning in you.
“i want to work for you sweetheart,” his big hand followed the precise path designed by your body. his fingers curling over yours - almost swallowing both of your tied hands, in between his massive hold. “i want to do it all for you” his palm scraped against your hidden flesh. his fingers slipping inside the knot, created by his tie, soothing your flamed skin. “please,” his hips stuttered against yours. his voice trembling, muffled, as his face disappeared in the crook of your neck. “let me — that’s it. oh, that’s it baby, suck me in — let me do this for you”
his lips closed around your neck. his tongue lingering over your skin, wetting your precious soft spot in his essence. he sucked you in, biting and nibbling his love into your flesh. leaving behind a little trail of his own obsession for you.
“say you’ll let me” he begged. his hips steady against yours. his thrust secure, precise - making your head spin and your arms shake under his oppressive hold.
you nodded. too hypnotized by his sweet, syrupy words - and far too egotistical to even allow your brain to disagree with him.
“yeah? — so sweet,” he rambled against your naked skin. his cock leaking - crying sweet pre-cum tears at your shameless admission. “my perfect, perfect girl” his hips rolled against yours, his pelvis heavy above your flesh. softly grinding against your damp folds. his happy trails yearn fully running towards you - coddling in sweet light strokes, your puffy little clit. “there you go, hug my cock — just like that, fuck”
his hand pushed your trembling pair deeper into the fluffy pillow. his fingers forcefully shoved yours apart - creating a path, just for them to slither inside. tenderly entwining his long, slanders fingers within yours.
“you just have to feel,” ‘thrust!’ “feel good for me,” ‘thrust!’ “i’ll do it all,” ‘thrust!’ “fuck — oh, fuck! — just let me take care of you — please”
✰ H. HIGURUMA
── THROAT
“no runnin’” his big hand delicate, yet rough as it tugged onto the smooth, satin texture of his tie. “come back to me,” his voice heavy, low - dripping with need. his fingers curled against the light material of his tie, guiding your head back onto him. the feeble pressure of his tie making your neck gently arch above his clothed shoulder. “need you close” his parted lips hovering over the side of your face - gliding across every inch of skin available to his yearning touch.
your tummy tightened under the light strokes of his digits. damp and precise as they toyed with your pussy. gentle, light caresses over your needy clit. lingering, heavy strokes all over the sopping wet outline of your lips. his fingers knowingly spreading you open, just to push your labia to close again. grinding and moving your aching flesh up and down - gifting your clit the faintest of frictions.
“closer baby,” he almost groaned. his massive frame steady behind yours - trapping you inside his, almost, primitive hold. “fucking come closer — please”
he tugged at his tie again, bullying your neck into a nasty arch. his hand crept over your flesh. his hidden fingers scraping and grazing at your exposed throat. making your breathing harshly falters as he slowly pushed down onto your wobbly adam’s apple.
your lips abruptly parted. a pearly, heavy string of saliva still connecting the plump ends of your mouth. “good girl,” he divided into the darkness of your mouth. his tongue avidly lapping, exploring the depth of what he so desperately craved. “that’s it,” he murmured, letting his wet muscle sensually dance with your tongue. “in — oh shit sweetheart — fucking let me in”
he maneuvered your face to his liking. tilting and guiding your head to the side using his tie - allowing his mouth to deepen above yours.
“‘m going crazy,” he rambled incoherently, mindlessly spitting a little glob of saliva right over your pinkish tongue. “just need to be closer to you” he huffed, keeping your face flushed against his broad shoulder. his fingers pumping in and out of you in an erratic, almost desperate pace. “need to take you baby” he scissored his fingers for you - letting his long, slender digits grind against the mushy surface of your tight gummy walls. “feel you underneath me,”
“fuck you into the mattress,” he rasped. his voice low, dangerous - forcefully pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “just — fuck, cum baby, i feel you lovely let go — closer” his palm like the meanest of bullies over your abused clit. “you’ll let me, right?”
“fucking be closer to you”
₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 ₊˚⊹ᰔ
a/n: wrote this at like 5am, do i even like it? — not proofread like at ALL - i’m in a needy, lovey dovey mood leave me alone 😭