Is Lusting For A Werewolf Called "full Moon Fever"?

Heyyy puppy I just wanted to lyk its suuuuper obvious that ur horny rn ... we can all tell what ur thinking abt when u look at us with ur perverted puppy eyes .... plus ur tail has been wagging nonstop and u aren't fooling anyone ... u can deny it all u want but you've already embarrassed urself so much and it's not gonna change what's abt to happen to u ......

if tumblr shuts down you can find me bleeding out in a ditch

winter soldier au with John Price who was held in a gulag for three years and comes home wrong. comes back snarling and furious and threatening to rip apart the goddamn world if they don't give him what belongs to him, what's rightfully his, if they don't give him back his fucking wife, right this second—

the only problem is: John's ex-wife remarried. she's halfway around the world, and Laswell knows John enough to immediately squash that idea right away. but if not her, then who?

and then you walk into the room—a newly hired secretary that John has met less than a handful of times; a pencil pusher barely even a blip on the radar—but he pounces. snatches you up before any of them can react, tucking your bemused face into his chest, cradling you tight; possessively clutching at you as Kyle tries, and fails, to calm him down.

"you don't know her, sir. just let the girl go—"

it's met with a nasty snarl. all gleaming, bloodied teeth. a stranger in a familiar shape as John drags you further away from them. "this is my goddamn wife."

his declaration is met with shock. you're definitely not his wife. you barely know him much outside of a several, threadbare exchanges where he breathed down your neck about filing the wrong reports, and the cluttered mess of your desk ("a goddamn eyesore—"). you're not even friends. and in all honesty, you didn't even think he liked you that much. so. wife?

but he's beyond reason. his head a mangled, trenched mess of artillery fire and Makarov's torture. three years, Kate breathes. three whole years.

you can tell, almost immediately, by the look on her face that this—that you—will become a necessary loss in the grand scheme of things. and when John lets her close enough to whisper into your ear (having somehow convinced him that he can just walk out of here with you, his fucking wife, leaving for the marital home (and bed) that he demands from them for this brief stalemate)—she hurriedly tells you about their plot. this high risk, no reward scenario of playing along. not that you have much of a choice.

keeping John Price as close to them as possible was worth more than something as flimsy, as malleable as your agency, your autonomy. and if the way to do it was to let a brainwashed man play house with you, then so be it.

she, at the very least, offers a grim sort of smile even though you can see her working out the mechanics of it all as she makes promises on your behalf. things like, yes, John, you can leave with your wife. she missed you so much, John. she's so happy you're home.

"we kept your wife safe for you, John—" no one seems to react to the violent way Johnny has to be dragged out of the room by Ghost, kicking and screaming at the injustice of it all because th' captain wouldnae do this! don't do this t'him!

and John—if there's any part of that man still inside him, he doesn't let an inch of it show—just nods, lip pulling up into a snarl as he bullies you closer to his chest, and growls about finally getting you home.

"I'll keep you with me," he rasps, blunt fingers spreading wide over the fill of your body. a mad, twisted gleam of possessiveness, ownership, burning in bruised blue as he familiarises himself with this body he claimed as his. "right where you belong, wife."

(the word comes out in a bite. snaps around you and sounds just like mine.)

the world would be a better place if i was getting t injections from a nice older guy in a position of authority over me who calls me a little bitch boy

Pillow talk with a werewolf while they're knotted in me would fix me I think.

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What do you mean I shouldn’t wear a collar because i’m a dom? How else is everyone going to know we’re together if we’re not matching hmm? What else is my puppy gonna hold onto when they’re braindead and crying from me rutting another litter deeper into them with my knot huh? Sounds like a lot more reasons to get one than not if you ask me.

Scream (1996) dir. Wes Craven

What's wrong pup? I thought you liked playing with your toys?.. Oh, is it too much? You've made such a mess, I wouldn't be surprised if your brain leaked out of your puppyparts by now. It's okay, sweet thing, there's no need to cry, you can cum a couple more times for me can't you? You can? That's a good pup, you're always such a a good pup for me.

The cure for dysphoria is sloppy unhinged passionate desperate t4t sex yes the doctor did inform me of this you can ask him

Unrelated to the Din Djarin post but omg last night was so good

Picture this, 2am and have been horny all day, my Domme Trans wife (DTW) saunters into the bedroom with an evil look on her face.

Was made to fuck my poor abused hole and rub my thick T-cock for an hour, all whiny and sweaty and begging for her to touch me as she rubs her gcock just out of my reach

Only when I've exhausted myself came three times and overstimulated my tight, wet hole. Did she finally touch me.

Pinned me down by my chubby boy thighs for what felt like hours as she pounded me. Didn't fall asleep until 4am and even then was woken up by her moaning as she pounded me in the morning again.

Let's just say my tight boy pussy is all used, abused and oozing thick girl cum, what a dream of a life I have being a free use toy for my DTW.

While I'm her favourite toy, she wants to expand her collection, I wonder who she'll make me play with next 😫😫♥️♥️🔥♥️♥️