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[gael-garcia]

Gael García Bernal + Bad Bunny in Cassandro (2023)

[leathercircuits]

u can tell which character 95% of the fandom self-identifies with based on who is hc as the bottom

[itzzkaylaaa]

He’s in his compass ❤︎

[greenandsorrow]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Mullet Stan and a male reader with chastity, public nudity and light humiliation please? In the fic, the reader and Stan are dating and go to the beach together. But the reader convinces Stan to strip naked and show his chastity cage out in public. You can decide on any intimate acts between them as long as Stan is kept caged. What do you think?

Private Property.

mullet!Stan x male!reader 🌊 🏖️

the reader is giving dom vibes, sexual/suggestive themes, chastity, light humiliation kink, hairy!Stan😌, public setting with no witnesses, implied edging, m|m, two goofballs & a criminal record

My first time writing a male!reader in an 18+ situation, so I kept things as tame/vanilla as possible –but still BDSM. Hopefully it's to your liking!!

The beach was deserted.

At least, that's what you had promised him.

"Private stretch" you said. "Middle of nowhere. No cameras, no tourists, no patrols."

Stan had still looked over his shoulder three times before following you down the sandy path, his bag slung over one arm and his hair tied back in a loose little tail.

"You sure you're not setting me up?" he muttered, scanning the dunes.

"Relax" you grinned, catching his wrist and tugging him closer. "If I was, you'd be cuffed already."

That earned a snort.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

Stan smelled like sun-warmed skin, salt, and something rougher –old smoke, motel sheets, and leather.

His tank clung to his chest, streaked with sweat and sunscreen, and when he peeled it off, his thick body hair glistened under the light.

You loved that about him.

The unruly curls across his chest, the soft fur down his arms and belly, the way it made him look like something wild, something claimed.

And right now?

You wanted him claimed.

"Off" you said, thumbing at the waistband of his shorts.

He gave you a look.

"We're outside!"

"We're alone."

Stan hesitated, eyes narrowing under his fringe.

"You really think this is a good idea?"

"I think" you said, stepping into his space and running a hand slowly down his chest, "that you've been caged for three days straight. You're pent up and aching. And I think you like it when I tell you what to do."

His jaw clenched.

He didn't deny it.

You dropped your voice.

"Take. It. Off."

The shorts hit the sand.

He stood before you...

Naked, flushed, caged.

The metal hugged around his cock and balls, snug and unmistakable.

It wasn't the clunky kind, either. It was sleek, close-fitting, subtly curved to his shape, like it was designed just for him.

You had picked it, after all.

Stan crossed his arms.

"You're staring."

"And you're shaking" you murmured, circling around him, eyes dragging across his back, the dark trail of hair down his stomach, the flush crawling up his neck.

He growled.

"Not ‘cause I'm scared."

"No. ’Cause you like being watched."

"N—Not in public."

"But there's no one here, remember?" you said sweetly, pressing your palm to the base of his spine.

"Just me and my good boy with his hairy chest and his locked-up cock."

Stan sucked in a sharp breath.

"Fuck."

You leaned up, lips brushing his ear.

"Not today."

The teasing went on.

You walked the shoreline while he trailed behind, every muscle tense, flinching whenever the breeze brushed over his bare skin.

You blocked the dunes with your body when he wanted to sit. Draped a towel across your lap and pulled him into you. Held his chin and kissed him softly when he got too flustered.

And when he grumbled about getting caught?

You just laughed.

"You've done time" you whispered. "Wouldn't be your first run-in with the law."

He groaned.

You grinned.

"What would they even put on the report? Stanley Pines, wanted fugitive, caught sunbathing in a chastity cage? That'd spread like wildfire, babe."

He shoved your shoulder.

"You're a menace."

"You love it."

"Maybe..."

"Say it."

He looked away.

You reached down and tapped the cage with two fingers.

"Say it, Stanley."

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing.

"…I love it."

"Good boy."

Eventually, he calmed.

He let his head fall against your shoulder, breathing steady, his body warm against yours as the tide rolled in.

His hair was messy.

His skin was salty.

His freedom was a lie.

But in that quiet stretch of sand, under your watchful eye, he was safe.

Chained by choice.

Unraveled by affection.

And yours.

Wholly, humiliatingly, gloriously yours.

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[zayejpeg]

Went brunch today and extremely drunk loll!

[gaylittlepackrat]

Hey, y'all.

I don't really post on this account due to the adult nature of most of my recent stuff, but at the moment I really need as many eyes on this as I can get.

My family is nearly 2k into debt (extremely high here; minimum wage is three euros an hour), they're about to turn our gas off, my new job only covers basic groceries (and will pay out in a month) and my mom is having trouble getting re-employed because she's over 50 and has been stuck in an abusive relationship she's financially dependent on for two years, and on top of that we only have a tiny bit of dog food left for two dogs. So if y'all want to help us not straight up lose our house and feed the dogs...

Any little bit helps. If you don't have enough for any of these, I can also do little doodles for ko-fi donations.

I hate to ask, but please reblog. You never know who might be able to help us out.

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[sapphicwitchstudio]

Happy Pride Month! To start with I made some kissing cowboys... though they've shed their spurs for this one.

Phil and Robyn from a wip Story by @duckingwriting she asks the real questions like "What if Robin Hood was a fantasy western, with hippogriffs, and shootouts, and what if Robyn and the Sheriff grift rich people for money, and what if they kiss."

You can catch the full piece here!!