#fierydog

[revriie-a]

                           ❛       i - i’m      NOT       exactly      the       dr - drinking       type ,      iggy - san.      there’s        paper - r     work     in      need      of      attention      so        probably        best       not       to      o - offer        (       inebriating        )       beverages.      ❜               /   /      @fierydog

[foxblessd-aa]

Me calling @fierydog‘s cell phone @ 2 am

Me: I need you 

Chanel: Bye *hangs up*

[dohoshu]

fierydog             “If someone asks me for some fuck, I’ll...

want sum fistin?

           “Don’t come near me, you fucking animal.”

[cuteteacakes]

@fierydog

{✎} - Ah... Iggy was responding to his advances... albeit a bit quietly... Jackson returned the kiss tenderly. It was most definitely time... He was going to show Iggy was soft, slow, tender love could be like...

He pulled back briefly, gazing into that pup’s eyes, and said, “If you want me to stop... I won’t hold it against you...”

[caninis]

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[a-glamourwitchcraft-blog]

@fierydog

ღ ┊As the day drifts closer, it gets more depressing to think about. His death anniversary--it's just around the corner. The life he and his father shared together was short and he couldn't recall any of it, but it remains that this man was still his father no matter how little he knew of him. It would soon be the time to deliver flowers to his family resting place, but this pattern had become bland and more shallow as the years pass. "Iggy, I'm going to go visit mother. Wanna come with me? I'll be visiting father's grave next week too. I think he'd like to see that I've made friends and met someone, so...let's go visit together."

[primanovae]

@fierydog

Khonsu watched the man in front of him with no small amount of caution. He’d been trained since he was a child to be able to sense danger at a distance, and this man had danger written all over him. But he should at least attempt to engage him, right? For Iggy?

“H-hello...you’re Ignatius’ creator, correct?”

[cuteteacakes]

"You're twitching so much.." Taking his fingers out, Iggy unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs. Pouring the last amount of lube on his throbbing length and Jackson's ass, Ignatius moved close; taking the poet by his hips. Licking his lips, Iggy rubbed his dick all over the elder's ass before pushing it in between his ass cheeks and rubbing once against; girth pressed against Jackson's entrance. His cock pulsating on Jackson's entrance. "Ready?"

{✎} - Jackson’s eyes widened when he felt how girthy Iggy’s cock really was. “W-wait… you expect that monster to fit inside me??” Talk about popping his cherry… and then stepping on it and shooting it with a pistol. He looked back at Iggy and whined. “You’ll wreck me-!!”