So This Started As A Joke Between Me And @lazulizard And Then It Became A Real Thing Like All Good Jokes

So this started as a joke between me and @lazulizard and then it became a real thing like all good jokes do. Some formal ‘pin up’ maskless Octane for all your punky needs. I was planning on making this a magazine cover but I think it looks fine as is. I was going for those pictures where it has contrasting colours in the highlights and shadows but subtly.

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Shao Kahn: *wakes up*

Shao Kahn: Oh, sorry. I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich!

Kotal Kahn: Go back to sleep, and starve.

*rubs hands together* Caustic x Fem!Reader with him leaving bite marks on ‘em, some rough sex and a leash and collar (if that works for you)

(Oof I’m sorry, my love, this has been sitting in here for a bit! Lemme see if I can’t work up a drabble for you.)

He’s always busy with his work in the lab. Coming up with new and exciting things, he would say with a sparkle in his eye that you couldn’t resist. But, Alexander needed a break, and you wanted to be included in it. You think about this as you stand in the doorway, hip on the frame and arms crossed under your chest.

You puff out your cheeks a little bit when he doesn’t notice you there. You’re sure he can feel your eyes wandering up his frame, glasses perched on his nose, button up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, plain jeans that hug him nicely. His hands aren’t covered, nor does he have his mask on. Sat at his desk and writing away different formulations and findings of his newest experiment.

“Ah-hem.” You clear your throat, and that’s when he finally raises his head to look at you. Lingering only a moment on what he is writing.

“What is i- oh.” His snappy reply halts upon seeing you. A lace babydoll get up, tied around your neck and pushing up your breasts. Hugging at your curves and flaring out into a sheer fabric at the hips stopping just below your ass. It hides a matching black thong, one you loathed to wear unless if you knew you were about to get some.

In your hands was a collar. Black and leather, thick with silver studs and a heart charm hanging off it etched with ‘Puppy’ in beautiful scripture. The leash hung freely, matching the collar very much the same.

It was an offering. Did he want to be your puppy tonight, or you, his?

The sparkle in his eye is worth it, how his liver spotted, freckled cheeks warm to a shade of pink but his face remains neutral. “Ah, you wish to play?” His voice is even, deepened with hunger as he rises nice and slow. Giving a small stretch that makes your lips quirk up when you see the way the shirt lifts a bit and shows you a softened abdomen with a line of red hair leading down.

He turns in his chair fully for you. Lounging back and patting his lap and your eyes light up. So, he wants to play!

You pad over in your bare feet quickly. You hadn’t done any makeup or hair, just put on something cute with the intention you’d either go to sleep or get a little something for your troubles.

You perch in his lap, straddling his wide set thighs and draping your arms around his neck once he takes the offered collar. It’s secured around your neck and you sigh at the familiar weight of it. Feeling your pulse pick up when he jerks the leash to test its strength before winding it once around his hand to get a better grip.

Your hair is gripped, pulling your head to the side and as lips and then teeth seal over your pulse point, you know you’re in for a rough night.

20 years ago today, (May 1st, 1999) SpongeBob SquarePants premiered with episodes: Help Wanted, Reef Blower and Tea at the Treedome

And here we have Motal Kombat Zoey

‪“You two could be good for each other.” 🐻‬