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shibe — 20 — 6'0 — det. & lit.

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´´ I don't smile often for most people. . .
But I'm always smiling for my highest bidders. ~ ´´

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—— chill, popular, stylish
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—— model/college student with a secret
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—— young, pansexual, switch (closet bottom), det. & lit.

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Treat him like shit, punch him while you have sex, spit on him, call him a bitch, he'll still make you pancakes in the morning.

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@Snowy_Fuzz Him is wag, yea.

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@STRXPEDDEMON The dog whimpered, instantly beginning to lap at his master's sweat cheeks, and the hole at the center.

He was so eager to get a taste, to please his master. The man had become his everything, while he himself had become nothing.

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@STRXPEDDEMON In an instant, his tongue was out, panting.

´´ S—Sir, please sit on my face, I need to worship your sweaty ass ! It's all I need to be happy, please sir ! ~ ´´

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@STRXPEDDEMON And with that, the fur on his back fluffed up. He took it without even grunting. What a good boy!

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Don't mind him, he's just. . . stuffing his snout into your pit, cleaning it with his eager tongue.

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Ah, Netflix. . . A perfect way to cuddle the night away with the reader sleeping in his arms. Anyway, he should probably sleep. It's already—

´´ holy shit, 4 am? ´´

He's surprised, but keeping quiet. The reader's sleeping. He doesn't wanna make them up.

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@Coffee_Shep › > It's overwhelming. I understand everything, and I know the messages it gave me, but I still feel like I need time to understand them.

It's so fucking much.

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› > Aw shit—

I binged Neon Genesis Evangelion.

I'm gonna be fucked up for a while now, huh?

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@STRXPEDDEMON — digging into his temple, his tail swaying even faster.

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@STRXPEDDEMON The dog nodded, grinning as he was tossed the thong. He slid it on, then worked his hoodie off. After a quick glance about the room, he saw the hightops sitting by the door.

´´ Sweet. It's a nice outfit, awfully distinct, I gotta say. —

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@STRXPEDDEMON He grunted once more, whining as his new boss stomped his head. He would have a head ache, for sure. But, he wasn't complaining about any of it.

It was all too exciting to hate. . .

He simply barked and nodded as best he could with a heel —

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@STRXPEDDEMON He was already panting like a dog, his tail wagging eagerly in the air as he was forced to smother the ground with his pristine fur.

Without another word, he began barking.

´´ BARK—, BARK, BARK! ´´

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@STRXPEDDEMON He whimpered, forced to his hands and knees. God, he was only getting even more excited. So this was how his time under Caesar was going to be?

He wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon.

´´ Y—Yessir, I'm a dog, I understand. ´´

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@STRXPEDDEMON — ´´

With a wince, he was standing back up, grinning as if nothing had happened at all. Though, he was panting, not in pain, but excitement.

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@STRXPEDDEMON As he saw the fist reel back, he only hoped that it was going to be a fakeout. But as it connected, driving his insides apart, he coughed and grunted, heeling over. He felt like he was going to puke. . .

´´ Yessir, I. . . I understand. —

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@CXNISAUREUS › > M E

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@STRXPEDDEMON As the hand struck him, he grunted, stumbling to the side before regaining his footing. Caesar had one hell of a swing.

´´ Y—Yessir. ´´

What more could he say? That was it, Caesar made it clear.

´´ What should I do now, sir? ´´

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@STRXPEDDEMON — my fur, it's not alright. ´´

And that was it. Quite literally. He grinned, seemingly proud of how little he disliked.

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@STRXPEDDEMON He nodded. He'd seen hell when it came to kinks. THe kinda people that pay money for shit like that without ever even considering if he doesn't want it. . .

´´ No shit, no cutting me. Bruises are okay, my fur covers them, but if it damages —