#puppy player

[claenn]

[sapphicyanli]

park "i'm not gonna do any real flirting, just gonna stare at the woman of my dreams until she noticed my pathetic level of yearning radiating off of my aura and big brown eyes" gyeong sok

[alesjan]

the character growth is INSANE

[crimsonnsstuff]

Chubby reader x dae hoo??:33 *SMUT + SENSITIVE READER PLZZZ💔💔*

YESSS OMMGGG I LOVE THIS AS A CHUBBY GIRL!!

Dae-ho pounds into you relentlessly as you sob under him. He’s been doing it for what feels like hours, but it’s only been around 30 minutes.

“Mmph..Dae..Dae-ho..!” You hiccup, grabbing onto his shoulders. He chuckles softly. “Shhh, baby..you can take it..”

He reaches down to take your full breast in his hand. He leans down and takes your nipple in his mouth, causing you to whine.

“Taking my cock so well..” he mumbles, he moves up to your face, kissing you roughly but somehow gently, silencing your moans and whimpers.

When he pulls back, you have drool dripping down your chin. “Such a slut..drooling all over herself..my slut.”

“I-mph! I can’t take it!” You sob. “You can cum one more time for me..” he whispers, smirking. You desperately slap at his chest, trying to get him off.

“Woah, puppy.” He mocks, grabbing your wrists and pinning them in front of your stomach with one hand. With his other hand, he spreads your thighs wider.

“Fuuucckk..these thighs..” he mutters, giving a sharp slap to one and making you cry out. “Are you gonna cum again? Hm?” He coos.

You nod frantically. “Words, pup.” He growls. “Y-yes- mm! I’m..gonna cum..gonna cum..” you babble. He speeds up with thrusts, growing more sloppy.

He buries himself completely inside you before your juices splatter all over his lower stomach and thighs. “Jesus Christ. Look at the mess you made.” He mutters, still thrusting.

“Please..no more..!” He slaps a hand over your mouth. “Shh..” he groans. He pulls out, stroking himself over your stomach. He grunts as he shoots white streams all over your stomach.

“Look at that..” he coos, rubbing the cum in. You squirm. “D-dae-ho!” You whimper. He traces your stretch marks gently.

“So pretty f’me..”

[timbitshockey]

i got this a few days ago and have been laughing about it ever since. first of all, i use em-dashes because i've been a fanfic writer and reader since i was a preteen. second of all, what the HELL would i have written as the PROMPT for that. do you think chatgpt knows connor mcdavid is like if a dog had catholic guilt. do you think that's in its knowledge base

[astronomodome]

pupp,y ❤️

[victorianpuckbunny]

When you're told to watch out for the tough captain and then you see Quinn Hughes standing there like...

The tough captain in question:

[lost-in-pazzi]

KK and Georgia @ Kelsey’s dawg class 😆💛

[idciminlove]

Late Nights w Dae-Ho.

Warnings- none

You rested your chin on your knee, gazing out at the dimly lit dormitory. Your shift was in the dead of night, when it was practically silent besides the occasional snores and the hum of the prize screen. It was nice, you thought. Peaceful, in a way. Nothing had really happened all night, but Gi-hun insisted to split the group up into shifts just in case other players tried to attack. You didn't doubt him. He had done this before, after all. Still, most the players seemed harmless. None of them would be capable of murdering each other would they?

The sound of something rustling in the sheets got your attention, causing you to jump. Dae-ho crawled out from under one of the beds and made his way over to you.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!" You whisper shouted at him, giving his shoulder a small smack.

"Sorry." He grinned at you apologetically. "Couldn't sleep."

You sighed softly, returning your gaze to the dormitory. No movement. No change.

He sat beside you, looking out from your spot. "Anything interesting happen?"

"No."

"Bummer." He yawned. "You'd think with having to do these shifts we'd actually get some entertainment or something."

You smirked at him. "If only."

It went quiet. You fidgeted with the zipper of your jacket.

"Do you think Gi-hun is right? That the other players might try to...kill each other?"

"I don't know. I hope not, but he's been right about a lot of things so far. All I know is that I trust him, and the others, and you, of course."

You smiled at that. His words made you feel so seen. But feeling seen left you feeling self conscious, and all of a sudden you needed to fix yourself up, the urge to look nice and presentable strong. You ran your fingers through your hair. You wish you had your hair products in here or something.

"Come here."

"What?" You gazed at him, baffled.

His cheeks went pink as he realized how forward he was being. "Oh, uh, sorry. I meant..you can come here if you want and I can help you with your hair. I know how to braid because of my sisters and-"

Why not? It's not like you had anything better to do.

You crawled over to him, interrupting his nervous rambling and sitting between his legs. He was thankful you were facing away from him, because his face was going red. "Go ahead."

He ran his fingers through your hair, gently, before he started to tug a few braids. "Let me know if I'm being too rough or anything."

"No, it feels nice." You hummed, shutting your eyes.

The soothing feeling of his fingers working with your hair made you sleepy. He could feel your head going lax against his hands, smiling softly.

"You're all done." He murmured after a few minutes. You slowly opened your eyes, stretching your neck.

"Ah, I wish I had a mirror to see how it looked."

"I can be your mirror." He gazed at you with a grin. "You look nice. Really pretty."

"Shut up." You nudged his shoulder, smiling bashfully.

"What? It's true. You're pretty. One of the most beautiful people I've ever seen, actually." He let slip.

Before you could respond, there was more rustling, and Jung-Bae crawled out from his sleeping spot, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Gi-Hun following. "What are you two whispering about?"

"Nothing." You both replied immediately. Gi-Hun and Jung-Bae traded skeptical glances.

"I'm going to bed now. Good luck with your shifts." You said.

"Uh, yeah, me too." Dae-Ho followed after.

The two of you went to your beds, and when no one was looking, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, before going to your mattress, leaving him flustered and smiling to himself like a fool.

[voidfalcon]

When you give DBD players a killer that can turn into a dog

[justabeewithapen]

Help! i gave myself emotions thinking about the puppy in dogau getting hit with red smoke and doing the sad kick thing and whimpering from the nightmares!

TT_TT

You will be happy to hear that I don't think red smoke acts the same on animals as people! Jude (that's the puppy's name) finds the smell really gross and pungent, and it makes him very anxious, BUT! It does not cause the same hallucinations that it does in humans! He would 100% still die if left in the smoke for too long, but he is not plagued by nightmares!! (I would never do that to a puppy)

[alesjan]

HE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T 😭😭😭

[crimsonnsstuff]

hii do u do ftm readerr?? if yes, may i request a fic for inho & gihun? no squid game au !!

reader is 20 and a college student taking psychology as his major, and has a part time job as a barista

inho & gihun are ceos who go to that cafe everyday and end up becoming obsessed with the cute barista that makes their coffee everyday

and they end up basically stalking reader until they snap and kidnap him and basically non con him

they creampie in his boypussy and claim him as theirs

You were just an ordinary 20-year-old college student, juggling psychology classes with your barista job at the local cafe, The Daily Grind. Your transition from female to male had been a journey of self-discovery, and now, with your short hair and binder under your shirt, you felt more like yourself than ever. The apron around your waist was tight, a reminder of the work you still needed to do to feel completely at home in your body, but you didn't mind it much.

The cafe was your sanctuary, filled with the comforting aroma of coffee and the hum of conversation. Among your regulars were two men, Inho and Gihun, both CEOs of some big-shot companies. They had an air of power about them, their suits always impeccable, their eyes sharp and discerning. They came every day, and you couldn't help but notice the way their gazes lingered on you a bit too long.

Inho, with his dark, piercing eyes, always ordered a black coffee, no sugar, all business. Gihun, slightly softer around the edges but no less intense, favored a caramel latte, sweet but with a bitter edge. They tipped well, smiled at you, but something about their smiles felt off, like there was a hunger behind their politeness.

Days turned into weeks, and you started noticing them outside of work. At first, you thought it was coincidence - seeing them in the library where you studied, or walking by your apartment. But then, the feeling of being watched, a chill running down your spine, became too frequent to ignore.

One evening, after your shift, you were walking home, headphones in, blocking out the world. Suddenly, a strong grip seized you, pulling you into a dark alley. Before you could scream, a cloth was pressed over your face, the world blurring into darkness.

You woke up in a room you didn't recognize, the smell of leather and cologne thick in the air. Your wrists were bound, your body laid out on a plush bed. Panic surged through you as you saw Inho and Gihun standing there, their suits discarded down to their shirts, looking at you like predators eyeing their prey.

"You've been driving us crazy," Inho growled, his voice low and rough as he approached. "Every damn day, watching you, wanting you."

Gihun was next to him, his eyes glinting with something dark. "We decided we can't wait anymore. You're ours now."

You struggled against the restraints, but they were too tight. Inho's hands were on you first, pulling off your clothes with an urgency that scared you. His fingers traced your scars, your binder, before moving lower.

"Please," you begged, your voice cracking, "let me go."

But they weren't listening. Gihun's mouth was on yours, his kisses rough, demanding, while Inho's hands roamed over your newly exposed skin. You felt your binder being cut away, the air cool against your skin, making you feel more vulnerable than ever.

Inho's fingers found their way between your legs, teasing, probing, until you were gasping, not with pleasure, but with the horror of what was happening. Gihun watched, his breath heavy, as Inho forced you open, his fingers slick with your own body's betrayal.

When Inho finally pushed inside you, it was without any gentleness, claiming you with a ferocity that left you crying. You whine, clenching around him as you feel his thick cock tear your hymen, causing some blood to coat his cock and a yelp to escape your lips.

“Oh my god! Shitshitshit-“ you whine. In-ho slaps your cheek, causing your head to jerk to the side and a red hand print appear on your face. He groans as he spills inside you, pulling out with a loud pop. “Slut.” He groans, spitting on your face.

Gihun was next, his touch slightly less brutal but no less relentless. They took turns, their grunts filling the room, each thrust a declaration of ownership.

"You're ours," Inho whispered into your ear, his breath hot, as he thrust deeper. "No one else will have you."

Gihun followed, his movements more erratic, his need apparent. He groans as he thrusts in and out of you, head thrown back. He leans forward and takes your tit in his mouth, sucking hard. You moan. “Gonna breed this little boy pussy.” He groans around your tit.

"We'll keep you safe," he murmured, almost to reassure himself, as he spilled inside you, marking you further

The room spun as you lay there, the weight of their bodies pinning you down, their cum leaking out of you, a cruel reminder of your new reality. They spoke of keeping you, of never letting you go, their obsession now your nightmare.

As they finally moved away, you lay there, your mind racing with thoughts of escape, of freedom, but the reality was stark - for now, you belonged to them, claimed in the most primal of ways, your body no longer just yours.

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Spineless

[pinkimark]

More of these two

*Picks u up by the scruff*

Knight only and soul only ↓

Idea suggested by my bestie @softichill

For the two (2) people that like this content pls suggest more lil ideas!! Any kind, silly, fluff, angst, whatever. Even suggestive. I really like drawing this stuff!!

[treefish815]

No one gets more hysterical than a 45 year old man with 200 hours in KCD who hated the Hans romance and Musa’s character existing because it’s “retconning and unrealistic” when you say you don’t think Henry and Theresa were in a serious relationship