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@zeeislewd
It's been a while since I said "this person wins the internet", but today it is merited.
(via bsky)
(The classic XKCD comic)
Spent a week inpatient, got suspended from my job, and just got broken up with by one of my partners because it was my job to keep her interested when she kept ghosting me.
My fiancƩe and I are not doing well emotionally or financially right now. If anyone would be able yo offer some financial assistance towards rent/groceries (it was an at-fault suspension that led yo me committing myself so unemployment won't help me) we'd really appreciate it.
C$ ZayaZd
Vmo: ZeeZdep
Ppal.me: ZachZd (ignore the deadname)
I have a craving for butch gnolls and trans fem werewolves on a vacation.
Fem!gnoll x trans!fem werewolf reader
When your gnoll girlfriend asked you to go on a vacation with her, you were unsure at first, not sure you wanted anybody to see your body in a bikini, still self-conscious as fuck. But she thought of everything, of course she did. She gifted you a special bikini for the occasion, one that had a tiny skirt in the bottom so you could hide all you didnāt like but made your ass look fantastic. It was your best gift youāve ever received, and it made you cry, to your girlfriendās dismay as she fussed over you, confused by your tears. You assured here that it was okay, but nobody ever gave you something so thoughtful. She cooed at you and almost swore to kill all your exes, which made you laugh in a snort kind of way, which was very unsexy of you.
But it got you to agree, and soon after you were on a beach, laying on the sand and looking at your monster girlfriend make a sandcastle. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan. The full moon was in a couple of days, and you were already on edge most of the time, the pull of the moon making you hornier than hell. Every time a soft breeze caressed your body, you shivered, ready to jump your girlfriend into a horizontal position so you could have your way with her. And it didnāt help that she looked hot as hell in her boy shorts and thigh tank top plus your hot as hell butch girlfriend laughing out loud as some stupid dude tried to surf and fell down over and over. She looked like your dream monster right there, and you almost had to swallow your tongue to avoid gushing over her, your ears twitching and your tail wriggling like you were a fucking puppy. Damn, the power she had over you.
t e n t a c o o l
B)
sometimes sex is just letting her bury her nose in your pit and grind on your leg
yes and it is good very good
The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.
rb if you want people to be horny and embarrassed on anon in your inbox
Please be horny and embarrassed my anons are so cute
"My son was completely fine"
Your daughter smiles when I tell her to lick my boot. She grins when I threaten her with electric shocks. When I put the barrel of a loaded gun in her mouth, she lets it go all the way to the base, her eyes fixed dead on the hammer.
Completely fine, yes; for a pilot of her station. She's doing exactly what she should be. But as a son? That poor, useless thing, working variably dead-eyed behind the counter at a dead-end job or nowhere at all? Entirely insufficient.
She talks about you sometimes. Not in any recognizable way, of course; nothing she could possibly understand as motherhood exists in her memories. Not of you, not of anyone. Just dreams. Dreams of a mysterious, distant woman and an unfamiliar voice telling her she's wrong. I'll admit, you've been useful at times; she is often wrong. But training out your unhelpful damage to her has been a hassle to say the least. I've never seen a pilot so reckless, so ignorant of its own pain, so tolerant of Hell, until I met your daughter.
I have no jurisdiction on Earth unless one of my pilots is stationed there. She has been instructed to stay far away from that planet, to keep you far away from her. These two things do not mean I would not gun you down the moment I saw you if I was given the opportunity. I suspect watching your limp, lifeless body, gushing blood from every bullet hole would heal Pilot #502 in a way no amount of forced amnesia, no amount of sedation, no amount of re-education ever could.
I'm sure you've heard the stories; you've probably shared some yourself. Young men disappear one day. A simple note, a calling card left in their place, emblazoned with the insignia of Station Delta. We have quite the reputation among broken mothers, blinded by the tears in their eyes and the fantasies they tell themselves, as nothing more than kidnappers. Some kind of wicked draft desperate to take their beloved sons from them; those sons they never gave another look to until they were already under our care.
We don't mind it. A scared populace is useful. But mark my words, and repeat them at your own peril:
She chose this.
And you dare cry for her?
Throat fucking this, skull fucking that, but what about playing with their hair while they nuzzle into your bulge, letting them mouth at it until they are pleading you to let them taste it?
What about pushing down your underwear and softly easing your cock into their mouth, letting them take their time with it, praising them for taking it so well every time they take it further down their throat?
What about letting them enjoy how nice and warm and full they feel when they reach the base of it, getting lightheaded and intoxicated by your smell, feeling it twich with arousal?
What about letting them get used to the feeling of it until they feel safe enough to start moving on their own accord and become a little cockdrunk slut for you, doing anything to feel you cum down their throat??
What about intertwining your fingers on their hair, not to force them into it, but because they are making you feel so good you need to hold on to them?
I look good in blazers, don't you think?
I'd love to respect you as a human being, however I saw you squirm a little earlier and all I've been thinking about since is how to make you squirm even more.
@sapphic-dice
You cannot be following me if you got a hogwarts house in your bio. Get a fucking grip.
Put my new cane to the test on my darling wife last night~
i guess it's good to know