Y’know that its not just the dads that are using Brians hole. Its gotta be famous around town. Bet he can’t stand still anywhere for more than a few minutes before some stranger pulls his shorts down and has a go. Especially during dog walks. Plus let be honest the only reason he’s done so well as a contractor is because all his clinets know he can get fucked and work at the same time.

Anonymous said: “

Love that you’re referring to brians sloppy asshole as his cunt, its so fucking hot!! god what I’d give to spread Brian’s cheeks wide and watch that gaping pussy quiver and wink and squelch. He’d be proud presenting it to the group while he’s desperately trying to hold in the loads of all the guys in the neighborhood (or maybe intentionally pushing some of it out)

Anonymous said: “

Brian also getting up to nasty humiliating things around the guys and treating it like it’s no big thing is really hot too. like, him just sitting naked in the mud, drinking his beer and sloppily fingering his gaping ass while the guys stand around and piss on his chest or cum in his face, all while talking to each other about The Game like this isn’t the lewdest thing ever. he should feel so embarrassed about being so unabashedly slutty but he just takes pride in it

Anonymous said: “

Omg you know Beian would totally get off on being humiliated! Everyone staring at him and calling a dirty wrecked pig, making him roll in the mud and present himself. Plus they’d all just treat him like a big soft fleshlight, constantly commenting on how soft and loose his hole is and just absentmindedly shoving discard beer bottles and stuff in side him to see if he could tell the difference between that or their cocks.

oh my gooooodddd you peeeppppsss

fuuuck they’re all so good T.T y’all are killing it. fuck yeah… so hot…

The Twentieth Bloom

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Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Reapyatta (Gabriel Reyes/Zenyatta)
Warnings: heat cycles, centaurcock, animal characteristics
Notes: Art by Heronfoot!

Summary: The prince of the deer tribe will not fail his quest.

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The last of his spots fade from his hide, and still Zenyatta does not feel the earth as the others do.

His brother worries, but though he cannot join his peers in melting the last frost and breathing life into the earth, Zenyatta is ever the cheerful prince.

Some whisper of the unwoken son, an ill omen, a quiet, but it is only ever whispers. Zenyatta visits each of his kin in turn, helps forage, keeps them safe. He sings and spars and solves disputes in clever ways; his curious reasoning, mindful and long-sighted, never fails to bring peace and happiness to the deer tribe.

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