Fellas, Is There A Way To Look Like This And Still Be A "good Boy" For A Dommy Mommy?

Fellas, is there a way to look like this and still be a "good boy" for a dommy mommy?

Or is this one of these occasions where there is one option or another?

Because I really want to look like a stylish gunslinger/soldier/hitman/anything but it's been hard to do it when I want Ladies to dominate me. Specially if it's fem Alastor because GOD DAMN-

have you seen it? It's probably because I sometimes reblog, but Jesus, she's hot; she's so hot it's unbelievable. I could describe it, but I can't do it like other shameless- I mean, brave people can.

And I know I whine about not having enough gender bend content, but guess what? I AIN'T STOPPING BECAUSE THERE ISN'T ENOUGH YET.

If you have something to say, say it in the comments, I want to hear what you think of them. Honestly, because I feel a little bit loco lol.

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Damn calm down girl there's wasn't even a season 2 yet.

SEASON THREE AND FOUR OF HAZBIN HOTEL CONFIRMED!

At this day in age, scammers are trying to get ME to buy stuff. Not even for free :(

These two here are scammers, warning for everyone because I just didn't fall cause I was too fucking shy (and poor!)

Violence isn't the answer.

It's a question and the answer is yes

Nowhere.

This is in the Demi Demon universe, very cool series by @sparrowrye so check that out for the real stuff, this is just a eureca moment I had and really wanted to write (which is rare so I take it always when it comes)

Warning, it gets gory.

Plover birds flew in the air as they went for the sea, passing by the tall spruce trees, their thick leaves waving like the sea as the breeze hit them. The dark oaks complimented the lively green, with the ground full of healthy dirty. It was truly a sight to see, something that can leave someone gazing at it by hours.

That was what one of the beings in there were doing, not one like the squirrels and the birds, but a human. His red shaggy short hair gently moving as the air hit his scalp, and his green eyes almost closed from the tranquility. Against one of the wooden poles, his body relaxed, wearing a leather uniform, cream in color, with a red insignia on his shoulder, light armor over it. His moment of peace in the edges of the heaven was perturbed when footsteps came by, a annoyed pitched up voice coming with it.

"Again? Not doing your job 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?" The steps stopped near, a similar wearing person, but with a helmet, hidden her white straight long hair, goat golden eyes glaring at his back.

"What job even there's is to do, Luci?" He sighted, foot all ready tapping against the ground, praying for her to disappear.

"Guard the damn city? What kind of question is that, Mag?" Her livid tone told him it wasn't going to be soon that she leave.

"well, the kind of when nobody with half a brain attacks the dragon and deer city." He turned to her now, hand pressed on the tree as the other went to his hip.

"You think they are up 24/7!? If one thing slips we are loosing our jobs, you dumbass!" She extended and moved her arms around, exaggerated and exasperated.

"We 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. Nothing comes near in 6 years. And it was a bear that shit it self when he smelled her." He put his hand on his face, rubbing it as he groaned. "Let me do my stuff and you do yours, no need to be anxious."

"𝘼𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨? I just doing my job, for Alastor sake! If one of those bears get in town, or a criminal, or even one of Blackwater-"

"he's 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥." He had walked to her while she was trailing off and put both hands on the sides of her face, making her look at him. "He's super, mega dead and no undead guy of his getting here if he knows best." He let his hands go of her face. "We are just decoration, no need to worry. We get the money, go home and sleep nice. Let the big things to big people, alright?"

She crossed her arms, looking at the ground still with narrowed eyebrows. "Fine... But don't say big people, I not short."

"you are for me." He booped her nose as he went to look at the scenery again.

"𝘊𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. You know how little it is? It's so small it's the size of a-"

𝘼𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃

A blood curling scream echoes through the forest, making birds fly from their nests and deer's run away as the two looked at the direction of it. It was near the town rather than away from it.

Luci voice was barely above a whisper. "D-Did someone-"

"-Got hurt, yes. Let's go." Mag didn't let her finish her conclusion, calling her by hand as he ran to it, pulling out a scimitar from his side and gripping it as she ran after him.

The scream was still audible, but in lower tone, as if they couldn't stop. It helped them know where it came more precisely as they got to the heavens walls. Now it had fully stopped, meaning they had to search in the area.

More guards came, standing above it as they looked around, Lucy staying by Mag side as they ran along it, ready to go if one of the above man saw something.

Eventually, one pointed at a direction and the two went there, being the first. Between the dense trees and bushes, a body hanged between two trees, with it's inside out on the floor still connected to it.

Luci couldn't even come close, as she quickly had to run to vomit as Mag looked properly around. A bloody axe on the ground with footsteps all around. Too many, like a whole group had came to do this.

It couldn't be possible, no it couldn't, the magic barrier would have alerted the rest of the guards. They couldn't simply entered completely silent, how would they even have the time to do this?

It was dramatic, something Alastor would have done, ironically, but it certainly wasn't him. He did have a fight with his lover if he hears right... But it wasn't time for far fetched theories.

Footsteps came behind him again, soft and shaking if he was correct.

"Don't worry Luci, I got things covered. Just go home."

Nothing responded back.

He swinged his sword back, like he had many times in the trainings, certain the enemy would have that much time to react, but was met by elbow braking in half, a groan of pain coming from him as adrenaline barely got in his peak.

A leg came to know his own, making him kneel as his hair was pushed back, making him look up.

He was met by... Something. His vision blurred as he saw white and golden clothes, his own sword on the things hand as it quickly went down to his head. But he couldn't let away the thing eyes. They were empty of emotion, empty of life. They looked like a dead man eyes. They looked at his soul, staring at it and mocking his breathing as the sword went his face, going through his nose to the back of his head, hitting the ground. Now he couldn't breathe, his arms flapped around useless as the creature didn't even finished him off properly. It wanted him to suffer, to bleed I'm agony and cry in sorrow.

He could only stare at the sky, as a woman scream hit his ears.