chiyobot

[chiyobot]

something about turning a talkative sub into a whimpering mess who can only mutter nonsense gets me. it’s so easy too, just gotta pin her down and rub our cunts together while my hand keeps her wrists over her head. just tapping her cheek with my free hand and cooing a “what is it, baby? can’t use your words now? c’mon, i wanna hear your pretty voice” only for her to make even more pathetic whines.

[chiyobot]

so many asks. my brain is soup. i'l see if i can get to them all.

[chiyobot]

Do you write X reader things mayhaps...

always. shoot your shot.

[chiyobot]

what animal would you see lottie as? i always picture her as something like an antlered doe, and her with nat is just. delicious.

howd-e. i see her as a key deer. or a white tailed deer. nat... being a raccoon. though that lynx anon ask altered me for the better worse.

[chiyobot]

You actually researching and telling us your thoughts on who would taste the best and the worst has me giggling and kicking my feet

I LOVE the way your mind thinks -🫀

you're blessed anatomical heart-moji .... it was thoroughly enjoyed.

[chiyobot]

"pavlov'd" (100 special).

#𝐃𝐍𝐈; ／ minors, no-age accounts = block. nsfw bot.

you’ve known her since junior year, when she “accidentally” left her diary cracked open to the page where she’d doodled your name in bubble letters next to a very detailed flowchart. back then it was all hair-flips and stolen glances across the cafeteria, but now? now you’ve got her trained better than her neighbor's yorkie-poo, and god does she hate how much she loves it.

𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗢𝗧 HERE!

#𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; ／sub!jackie, petplay. ambiguous.

click.

jackie's on the floor before the sound fades, knees hitting shag carpet. “you’re such a dick,” she mutters.

“heel,” you say, and she whines, actual goddamn puppy noise, but scoots closer till her tits press your shins. the clicker dangles between your fingers like a car key, and she tracks it like it’s the last cig in the pack.

“sit.”

she flops back on her haunches, arms crossed, but her hips shift like she’s got ants in her panties. her fingers pluck at the carpet, that i’m-bored act she’s been pulling since middle school slumber parties, but her pupils are blown wide.

click.

“roll over.”

“seriously?” she screeches, but she’s already halfway there, flopping onto her back like a flipped turtle. her skirt rides up—no panties, shocker—and she kicks her legs like she’s throwing a tantrum, but her cunt’s glistening. “happy now, asshole?” she snaps, and her breath’s coming quick, chest rising under that crop top she stole from your closet.

you step over her, shoe hovering above her ribs. she holds still, finally, but her tongue darts out to wet her lips. the clicker brushes her collarbone, and she shivers like it’s a cold spoon on sunburn.

“good girl,” you murmur, and she hates how her hips jerk at that. the zipper’s already halfway down when she starts begging properly, all please and i’ll-be-good, but you let the denim hiss slow, just to watch her squirm.

click.

“stay.”

[chiyobot]

you got me thinking about bear!shauna and lynx!natalie now after reading your jackieshauna and lottieshauna posts 😭

somehow, lynx!nat is not something i ever considered. solitary predators.. hunting primarily during night... dusk, dawn. very territorial. juxtaposed with bear!shauna... also solitary. very territoral as well. aggressive when defensive of food sources... land... space.

bears are known for sometimes stealing food from lynxes... when they hunt. very on character.

in other words; they would fuck nasty.

short one millisecond nsfw blurb below. minors & no age accs dni you will make me so mad.

—— nat’s all sinew and sharp teeth, fights every inch, but shauna’s weight crushes her resistance. shauna grabs her by the scruff, drags her deeper into the brush, fucks her face-first into the moss, cock pounding so deep nat’s back arches, tail lashing. “you want your kill back?” shauna taunts, thrusts harder, making nat yowl, half-pleasure, half-rage. nat’s cunt clenches anyway, pride be damned.

—— shauna’s nose leads her to nat’s den—a hollow cedar reeking of blood and pine needles. nat’s curled up, ear twitching even in sleep, but shauna’s claws are already sinking into the trunk. she flips nat belly-up, pins her with one paw on the throat. “my woods,” shauna growls, her knot already hard from the hunt’s adrenaline. nat’s claws unsheathe too late—shauna’s teeth clamp her scruff, her thrusts splitting nat open like a gutted rabbit.

—— nat’s scent marks taunt her—caught fur on birch trunks, claw-stripped bark. shauna retaliates by raiding her latest kill, gorging on venison before dragging the carcass to nat’s nest. “thief,” nat spits, but shauna’s already mounting her atop the half-eaten ribs, fangs in her shoulder. nat’s hisses turn to choked moans as shauna’s knot swells, locking them together over the bones.

[chiyobot]

[chiyobot]

im obsessed w u and ur words

you're a doll... thank you very much.

[chiyobot]

i love it when i sleep the right way and so i have a perfectly calibrated cowlick that makes me look more endearing rather than dog-stupid.

[chiyobot]

masses yearn to top jackie taylor. it'll be done.

🎉 100 followers; bot poll.

happy 100 followers! thank you all very much for the loveliest supports and kind asks. 100 is a very large number. can't count all of you on both hands. i've never done one of these but now seems like a good time to start. some choices for you to select below.

[chiyobot]

WAIT I just realized you wrote my favorite Rhiannon x reader fic 🫣🫠

- @darkfalcone

i just got 10 years taken off my lifespan. HAHA. i am so glad that it is your favorite. that means much to me.. and it makes me happy that you enjoyed it despite its mildly concerning nature.

[chiyobot]

i love how you info dump. you’re really passionate about those asks with funny questions. genuinely #need someone like that. sadly the only thing i can yap about for hours is cat genetics/pelts and mushrooms being the cause of our apocalypse

– 🦷

sweet soul you...

i know little about cat genetics. all i know is that my cat does not like me but sometimes does. i think he is just an asshole.

however, the apocalypse is definitely of interest to me ... i'm going to take a step in that direction with you. ophiocordyceps unilateralisis is a very well known fungi that controls ants while alive & post-mortem. i believe the last of us nods towards this well.

but something that i have also figured that is likely to start an apocalypse is lyssavirus. or, rabies. the reason being. rabies can infect both animals and humans. the rate of mutation needed for ophiocordyceps to evolve into human-affecting would take longer than if rabies were to mutate into a uber-neurological disease.

rabies is also transmittable through bite. via animal. via human. meaning, a human with rabies who bites a non-infected human will infect said human.

symptoms of rabies are calls to the signals we see so often in media. flu, fever. malaise, or, unexplainable unease. agitation and aggression. hallucinations. paralysis. muscle spasms. excessive salivation, white-foaming at the mouth. notably, hydrophobia.

another interesting thing about about this fatal disease is the "incubation period" in which is stews within an organism. it will host the disease until symptoms begin to show. incubation period can be as little from a few days to several months. once symptoms appear, rabies is virtually 100% fatal. there are no known cures. you cannot even test for rabies during the incubation period.

so. rabies. conclusion.

[chiyobot]

congratulations on the 100 followers !!! (because i think you already reached them….. sorry if i’m wrong. i consumed too much sugar today to function properly.)

also, thank you for the tooth pain tips. vanilla extract as in i should have little vanilla flavored treats? sounds right to me, yum.

anyway, did you know vanilla-scented stuff used to have castoreum on them many years ago? that thing comes from beavers sacs near their anus. we used to consume beaver goo in yummy cakes ….

– 🦷

thank you tooth fairy ...

from my elementary understanding, you should not have any vanilla flavored treats. you sillyhead. those are sugary and surely terrible for you and your teeth.

also. i did not know that. i feel like those were one of the things i could have gone some time without knowing about. like, how hot dogs are made. i'm not particularly squeamish, i eat hot dogs still. but the term 'beaver goo' makes me itch with something vaguely unpleasant.

not so yummy cakes to me.

[chiyobot]

it’s okay chiyo, i’ll always have a sweet spot for u for being one of my first ao3 moots!! ( 🦌 anon if u haven’t u should totes check out their ao3 works!! one of my personal favs is cheap whiskey and stockholme syndrome :). - 🐠

oh you're very very loved.

every time i hear cw&ss get mentioned it takes several years off my lifespan. the child i gave birth of but am ashamed of ...

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don’t be jealous, 🐠! i guess i can share :p

chiyooo :3 how did you become such a pretty writer?? your words enchant me… also.. the lottie stuff you wrote, ahh!!! would you consider writing some feral shaunalot? bear x deer eeek

- 🦴

you're divine .... i am a fanatical reader so i suppose there is that? you flatter me very much bone-moji. here's to the shaunalot agenda. three cheers for wicked and cruel butcher shipman.

bear!shauna & deer!lottie evil thoughts.

#𝐃𝐍𝐈; ／ minors, no age in bio = instant block. nsfw below.

#𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; ／antler-snapping, violent/hate sex, blood kink, brief gore, mild dubcon, tfem shauna with a “knot.”

—— lottie’s antlers loosen, sensitive and throbbing. shauna uses them as handles, wrenching her head back to expose her throat. “beg,” she orders, but lottie just smiles, blood from her bitten tongue staining her teeth. shauna headbutts her – antler meets skull with a crack that sends birds fleeing. lottie’s knees buckle, but she spreads her legs wider.

—— snowed in for weeks, shauna’s hunger turns cruel. she fucks lottie dry, no spit, no slick, just take it. lottie’s hooves crack ice as she writhes, but she doesn’t stop, even when the friction burns raw. “more,” she sobs, and shauna gives it – bites her nipple till blood beads, then laps it up like sacrament. come dawn, their shared breath frosts the hut walls in white.

—— post-carve, the butcher's all teeth and no patience. drags lottie into the den by her antlers, flips her onto all fours, and fucks her raw before the blood’s even dry on her claws. “you stink,” lottie laughs, but she’s spreading wider, tail flicking. shauna answers by shoving her face into the earth. lottie cums screaming, antlers gouging the dirt.

—— shauna backhands her mid-thrust, claws catching lottie’s lower lip. blood beads, drips onto her own antlers. “again,” lottie rasps, tongue swiping copper from her teeth. shauna obliges, striking harder – the crack echoes like a snapped femur. lottie’s pussy clenches around shauna’s dick, her moan garbled by the swelling. “s’not enough,” she slurs, but shauna’s already biting her shoulder, tearing furrows where velvet used to grow.

—— pre-winter, shauna’s insatiable. pins lottie for hours, fucking her raw between naps, her cock still half-hard even in sleep. lottie’s thighs chafe, her cunt swollen, but she stays put – lets shauna nuzzle her hip like a cub, whispering “mine” into her skin. in spring, her antlers will branch thicker, weighed down with shauna’s bite marks.

—— lottie’s in heat, pheromones thick as swamp fog. shauna tracks her for miles, swiping trees into splinters before taking her against a lightning-struck oak. lottie’s antlers tangle in the branches, forcing her neck arched – a sacrifice without a knife. shauna fucks her like she wants to kill her, each thrust punctuated by a snapped twig under claw. when lottie collapses, shauna licks the musk from her trembling thighs.

—— when nat's scents cross shauna’s markers, she reasserts ownership by mounting lottie at the border, her roar shaking pine needles loose. lottie plays along – thrashing, bucking, till shauna clamps wry jaws around her throat. lottie’s cunt pulses around shauna’s knot, her mock-struggles just leverage to grind deeper. the other girls hear the snarls and scatter. smart.

—— shauna's still got blood under her claws when she pins lottie to a gutted deer carcass. “blessed meat,” lottie pants, but shauna’s not here for theology – she’s shoving antlers into the split belly, fucking lottie against warm entrails. “say thank you,” shauna growls, and lottie does, voice muffled by a lung she’s biting into. the others will find them curled in the ribcage, shauna’s tongue licking marrow from lottie’s fingers.

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Am I allowed to be 🐶 anon

suuurest thing. welcome to the collection puppy-moji...