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duskier · 7 months ago
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puppy tops who drool and beg and think only with the pistoning of their hips x their lovers who are absolutely getting their brains fucked out however are still in full control, holding their puppy's leash so they stay focused
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duskier · 8 months ago
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cw: a/b/o, overstim, knotting ment
Alpha x Alpha but it's Ghost insisting Soap knots him- not bc he wants to feel dominated or bred or whatever but because he thinks it's so funny watching Soap sob with his whole chest because it's so overstimulating to knot into Ghost's tight wet hole 🫶 Soap having tears streaming down his cheeks begging Ghost to stop moving, stop clenching, his entire body is rigid and he feels like he'll die if he feels anything more than what he's feeling right in that moment! But Ghost is giving him that pitying look like Soap is just a dumb mutt- lies and says he isn't moving or clenching down on Soap’s swollen knot (he IS LYING) okay bye
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duskier · 8 months ago
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Ghost with super secret nipple piercings x you who finds out they are super sensitive
Big big man torn to shreds, absolutely and utterly wrecked straddling your lap and aw, he's shivering! He's aching hard and leaking through his trousers. Bare pecs in your face twitching and smarting with every little brush, flick, or tug you give his piercings. He's fighting to keep from making sound, holding onto his last shreds of pride.
You coo at him gently that it's okay, he can let go, you just wanna make him feel good- and doesn't this feel good, baby? A mixture of your lovingly soft words and a twist of both bars has his back shooting straight and his cock pulsing. Making an absolute mess, a dark wet mark of his spend spreading in his pants.
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duskier · 8 months ago
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I have been afk for too long what the fuck is a boop
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duskier · 8 months ago
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it's patently obvious how many of you refuse to actually read and engage with posts about fatphobia to the same extent that you do many other bigotries btw
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duskier · 8 months ago
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i wanna make out with a hot dyke so bad ugh but oh well
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duskier · 8 months ago
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New ask game:
Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.
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duskier · 8 months ago
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I can't stop thinking about shirtless hot butches... They come to me like divine intervention...
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duskier · 8 months ago
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this is a pro chest hair blog.
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duskier · 8 months ago
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duskier · 8 months ago
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Ghost and Gaz t4t where they rub their cocks together and when they pull apart there's strings of cum still connecting them and somehow Ghost is so sappy that the sight of it makes him realize he's in love with Gaz. That's it, that's the tweet.
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duskier · 8 months ago
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Have a vent sketch with ghoap cuz they gotta suffer when i do and i dont have time for more than a sketch
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duskier · 8 months ago
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I need more ugly Ghost. Like it's super cool to have him be a model or even just an average guy under that mask however what I am wanting is Ghost who is actively uncomfortable to look at he is so ugly. And I want him to be loved and looked at with love.
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duskier · 8 months ago
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Little headcannon-
Incubus Ghost gets jealous of the gear wrapped around Soap’s thighs (despite his own throwing knives being wrapped around his own)
He usually wraps his tail around Johnny’s thigh because he clingy demon, lmao.
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duskier · 8 months ago
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Ghost makes direct eye contact with his dentist the entire time she is in amongst his mouth I know he does and it makes her so viscerally uncomfortable that she just babbles on at him.
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duskier · 8 months ago
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Kinktober Day 22
Moniker: Keegan
Risk Level: Low. Keegan has never been detained and is visiting freely.
Brief: Femdom, pegging
Safeword: Refer to first brief.
Ghost and Keegan requested this for you. You’re in full control this time around - Price
“Do not let him top from the bottom” Farah ordered as she tightened the harness around your hips.
The bite of it combined with the weight of the cock fitted to it was making you feel a heady rush of something. Arrogance maybe, because you found you wanted to top. You felt like you could put Keegan right in his place with this on you.
“Don’t assume this” Ghost said, grabbing the cock and tugging which had your hips following, “will get him to play nice. You need to be mean with Keegan if you want to break him into a slut. It’s a fight with him, you ease up and you’ll be on your back.”
“Ridden hard and put away wet darlin’” Alex added with a chuckle.
Some of the arrogance faded away given it felt sort of silly to be getting a pep talk off of three people to fuck one right in the hallway outside of the play room. You felt your hands moving to cover the frankly too big cock jutting from your pelvis and dug your nails into your palms to stop them when Nova walked past and smirked. It was pretty big and it honestly seemed a bit misshapen, a weird bump on it.
Did they have to do this in the damn hallway? You’d went from feeling like some masculine God ready to rock the world of anyone with a willing hole to feeling like you were about to get eaten alive for trying assert any sort of dominance what so ever.
“He is only teasing habibi, you will do wonderfully” Farah said, noticing how your puffed out chest had collapsed inward with your confidence.
“Hey” Ghost said, his thumb and fingers gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “You go in there all timid and don’t give him a fight and I’m going to come in and leather that cunt of yours with a paddle, you understand me princess?”
Somehow you suspected that Ghost would not make it an erotic experience. Weirdly it did give you a boost to hear him growl at you like that because you wondered if he had ever held Keegan down and had his way. Given how firm he was in his insistence you do the same you suspected yes. Was this something Keegan wanted or something he needed to keep him in line?
You were here to give them what they needed after all.
“I understand sir.”
You walked in and the door snicked closed behind you. It was all very sensual, low light and a plush bed covered in velvety red blankets.
“Aww you’ve lost me money kitten, I bet you’d puss out” Keegan said, your head whipping around to find him lounged in an armchair in the corner.
Jesus, he was dressed up for you and it wasn’t stopping him from reclining back, one leg thrown over the arm rest to fully display himself. You’d never seen a man in a corset, but he was bound tightly in a gorgeous scarlet one. It didn’t quite cover his pecs, his nipples peeking over the top. The one other thing he wore were pretty thigh high sheer stockings.
It was such a strange sensation it caused in you, your brain trying to use those little shortcuts about gender without your permission and misfiring. He wasn’t any less masculine and something about those things on him had your pussy wet and excited.
There was a matte black sort of puck between his legs… a plug. He was fucking plugged. How could anyone be tarted up, have a plug in their ass to prep them for getting railed and yet still look like the smuggest person on the planet?
You lifted your t-shirt to show the still red healing slashes on your ribs and raised an eyebrow. Puss out? Of fucking him? You’d taken a glorified fucking torture session and only stopped at getting permanently branded, you were hardly about to refuse pounding some bloody respect into him.
“Careful, you show off marks that I didn’t put there and I might get jealous” he said.
There was a genuine growl of jealousy underneath the words that was both surprising and delighting. It felt good to inspire that ugly feeling in someone. But it was also the threat of him taking control which bristled.
“On the bed Keegan. I’m not the one getting marked up today” you said, dropping your shirt to cover the marks again.
“What was it you said? Make me.”
This fucking asshole. Here you were nervous and unsure and all he could do was rile you up. You’d make him alright. You marched forward and hiked up your right foot to rest it firmly on his cock. His nostrils flared and his eyes widened in some sort of dark delight.
“I said on the fucking bed” you said, pressing your foot right into his balls for emphasis.
He sucked a breath through his teeth in pain but laughed.
“How do you want me kitten? On my back with my legs spread?”
You cocked your head at him.
“Hm. Feet on the floor, bent over the bed. It’d be a shame to not get a nice view of the lacing on that pretty corset.”
You removed your foot and stood tall as he got up. Oh you liked the way the corset kept his posture straight, how he had to float up out of the chair like some trained lady. You liked how there was the whisper of the silky material of the stockings rubbing against one another as he walked and his thick thighs rubbed. You liked when he bent over the bed and his cock jumped from the movement of the plug inside him, unable to keep up the same unbothered mask the rest of him could.
“Oh baby, you’re all wound up aren’t you?” you cooed, “who put that plug in hm? Did they tease you terribly?”
“Or maybe I put it there myself. Wanted to make sure you could even find the hole for your bit of plastic kitten, I know you’re not very practiced.”
You snorted a laugh and his eyes were full of mirth looking coyly over his shoulder at you stood behind him. It was sort of fun being on this end of things, having the end goal be that you’d dominate him rather than like before when he was spanking you. Then it was always an eventuality that you’d float off into submission. You were starting to fizz with excitement about what it would be like to be the one putting someone else there.
“Well then, better get a lot of practice in. I’m sure your ass can handle it baby” you teased, pressing that plug a little and delighting in how it made his body ripple with tension. “Bet you’ll be silky and tight on my cock.”
“Bet you’ll barely last” he snapped back.
Oh, is that how you sounded when you clearly wanted to goad someone into fucking you? It was so… cute. So evidently snark coming from neediness. Whoever had worked him over for you had done a very good job of having him on edge and desperate that it wasn’t going to be impossible to get him to break on your cock and beg.
“That would be your fault, how could anyone last when you look so gorgeous laced up and cock hungry.”
And he did look gorgeous. The lacing up his back with exquisite, someone had taken time to do this properly. You ran your fingers down the boning on the side, smiling when he wriggled his ass because you were sure he hadn’t realised he was doing it.
Outwith this play room where you knew so definitively that you were safe you’d have worried about doing this, worried that there were safely concerns about pounding into his stomach when he was corseted. But you knew you didn’t need to worry about it because even if it was only the two of you in this room, there were eyes watching and keeping you both safe.
He groaned low when you played with the plug, pumped it to it’s widest point and back in to his ass a few times before pulling it out and admiring the little flood of lube that came with it. His hole flexed, not quite closing.
You knew his prostate would be sensitive and you tried to remember how Farah had been with you when she had explored with her fingers to find where you were most responsive.
The plug was tossed on the bed next to his head and it landed with a muffled thump. No need to start with just one finger when he had been well stretched, two sank in with no resistance, only the silky heat of his walls sucking your digits.
“Fuck Keegan, so wet and needy.”
“Fuck kitten, so slow and scared” he snarked back.
“Don’t be such a brat” you said, lightly smacking his ass and feeling your cunt throb with the sharp sound of it. “I’ll give you hard and fast when I’m good and ready.”
“Fuck!”
Ah ha. Found it. You pressed your fingers hard into the flimsy barrier to his prostate and his legs shook. Now you knew why Farah had been so determined to know exactly what angle to use, because having his body react like that was heady.
“Shh there we go, good boy” you said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his back just above the corset.
The boning and lacing was keeping his spine straight, keeping him from arching the way you knew he wanted to. Part of you wondered how it must feel. Maybe you’d let him lace you up one day. If he was good of course.
“Come on! Just fuck me already” he barked, still not giving in but definitely nearing the edge.
Honestly you sort of knew he was helping you here. From immediately getting you riled up when you walked in to get you out of your head to giving you cues like this to subdue him, Keegan was guiding you beautifully on how to dominate him. You obviously wouldn’t ever acknowledge it out loud, but you appreciated it.
“Settle down baby, I want you to savour it. Want you to relax.”
You punctuated your statement with what you were hoping was a nice prostate massage. By the way he ground his head into the bed to hide his whining you thought you were probably doing a good job. He was so fucking messy inside, your fingers slick from the sheer amount of lube that had been trapped by the plug.
Or maybe a little sticky actually, maybe a little less like lube and more like something else.
“Did someone use you and leave you wanting baby?”
You were almost jealous which was odd, but when you thought about it the feeling was coming from this new persona, this dominant side of you. The heavy weight between your legs felt very real right now and your hind brain was furious that someone else would put their cock where yours belonged. You wanted to fuck him better, rail him until he was fucking moulded to your shape.
He stayed quiet, as if nervous. The power of that went straight to your dick. He was nervous to tell you anything that might displease you because he was giving in, submitting to you. The crack of your hand on his ass was harder this time.
“Asked you a question.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what Keegan?”
“Yes someone used me and left me wanting.”
You smacked him hard on the same spot, nearly losing your fucking mind at how your handprint was blooming red on his ass.
“Sir!”
“Was that so hard baby? God, I really have to teach you everything don’t I?”
“Sorry sir.”
You rubbed the mark lovingly as a reward for how sweet he went. Perfect. Nice and melted under your dominance. Nice and ready to take your fat cock so you could fuck that cum out of him, have it squelching out around you. You could take a guess at who exactly had tormented him, but you were happy to leave it a mystery. Maybe it was more than one person, maybe Keegan enjoyed a train. What a slut.
You fed him your fingers and he sucked the lube and cum off of them like he was starving for it. Slut.
“Let me in” you grunted, holding your cock and guiding it to his hole.
You laughed at him when he choked a little from the stretch. This wasn’t that nice beginner dick Farah had fed your pussy with, this was fucking big. When you pushed your way in there were two thoughts. One, you appreciated those with cocks more now because you could already tell this was going to be a workout. And two, the little bump deformity on the cock settled right against his prostate when you sank as deep as possible.
Jesus fucking Christ. This cock was designed exactly for him. You were literally perfect for him, filling him just right.
“You absolute whore baby, who did you beg to make this for you hm? Who did you get on your knees for to make it happen? Fuck look at you just swallowing it, holy shit” you hissed, really feeling the squeeze of his ass around that silicone as if it was your dick.
“Sir, please!” he finally begged, trying to push himself back even though you were already as deep as you could be.
You lost it and hammered into him. Your cunt throbbed in time with your thrusts and your hips fucking hurt with how aggressively you were fucking him, but my God the little submissive moans and whines could sustain you forever.
Logically you knew you couldn’t cum in his ass, but you were determined to fucking try. When you slipped out you just growled and grabbed you slippery cock to shove it right back in. It was such a compliment how he took it, such a kindness for him to let you dominate and take it so nicely. You had thought how well you were treated with the financial compensation and the aftercare was too much for what you were doing, but not anymore. You could see now that to submit to someone was such a fucking gift.
He came untouched, the abuse his prostate was taking having him spurt all over the bed. You kept fucking him through it, the poor corset getting smeared with his own cum as he was jostled back and forward. When his legs just collapsed you swore as you struggled to keep him up by his hips.
Your cock bounced out of his ass with a wet pop as you tried to take his weight so he went gently to his knees rather than crashing down onto them. You caught your breath once he was settled, his shoulders and head still on the bed and his legs splayed on the ground.
His ass was wrecked and it was gorgeous like that, all red and puffy and twitching while the remainder of the cum and lube dribbled out. And he was so vulnerable like this. Totally at your mercy as he panted and tried to calm down. It made you freeze just a little. You’d never done aftercare for someone else. You wanted to, but with him so debauched you were a little scared to fuck it up.
You didn’t want him to hear you say it and think he had done anything wrong so you gave the camera a look and the hand signal for red, hoping you were conveying that you didn’t want to leave but you did want help.
It was a little surprising that it was Soap who quietly opened the door and came in, but then he had handled aftercare with you so beautifully your first day with him and they wouldn't have sent him if he was in what you were going to politely call one of his moods. He helped you with Keegan, gave you whispered guidance. When Keegan was a little more together and you were feeding him in the bath he told you that the aftercare needed to go both ways, asked if looking after him was making you feel good as well.
Huh, you guess you hadn’t even thought about it, but it had. The act of unlacing that corset had calmed you down, got you out of the dominant headspace you had started to get lost in. It helped that getting him out of it and the stockings caused your pussy to practically purr.
Soap nuzzled you and started to strip you down, mumbling how you needed to be taken care of too. He gave you a lazy orgasm on his tongue and fingers right by Keegan’s bath and popped you in right next to him after. Well almost right after, Keegan definitely had to give him a long look.
Your heart flip flopped over it all. Just over a week to go.
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duskier · 8 months ago
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sigh currently thinking about butcher!simon who’s just so off-putting that you have to keep him in the back of the shop. his stare intense, eyes swimming with something sinister every time he interacts with the customers
that’s where you come in :) his pretty bird who handles the public for him so his little butcher shop makes enough pennies to pay for the dingy flat upstairs that you both share
you don’t have much but simon has long since learned how to live out of a duffel bag and you’re just happy as long as he’s there to fuck you good and keep you safe from all the wrongens out there
broody, man of few words. likes to stand in the doorway behind you, freezer light flickering as he glares down the asshole flirting with you at the till. bloodied cleaver clenched tightly in his fist, a maddened twitch in his eye until the other guy finally gets the hint and leaves you alone
yeah i’m so normal about this lol
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