capochin in mad bliss feeling his crotch devoured by inspekta's mouth. of course he fits in perfectly. of course his god wants his fluids, his cum. of course this is as close to as by his side he can get. it checks off so many mental rewards that he gladly fucks his god's mouth back #greatgodgrope

inspekta keeping a file on his computer for a day capochin couldn't make it to the god complex. it's a short recording of his faithful deputy fucking himself on one of his hands in reverence #greatgodgrope

bananathaniel finally finding his missing camera and discovering several compromising videos he doesn't remember taking of what looks like capochin and another coworker #greatgodgrope

Hector talking to a broken-down Inspekta gate, feeding it insults at its junky appearance compared to the new him. The distorted voice filter makes it easier to pretend it's not his own words, so he feeds it more insults, then compliments, then admits its metal voice is cute to him #greatgodgrope

capochin giving his screwup subordinate a dressing down in front of the rest of his colleagues. all eyes on them as he takes the dumb pup to task with more words and positions than either of them anticipated #greatgodgrope

Inspekta would make for a terrifying power bottom. even when recieving he still clings to his leader role, demanding where he wants to be touched and guiding around his warped stretchy body #greatgodgrope

Patty going on a minor power trip with capochin. hearing him give her the credit she was denied. The name he refused to give back said with desire. A moment she knows she's not getting again so she fucks as much of it out of him as possible #greatgodgrope

capochin should tie his men together by a leg and an arm as a lesson on working as one unit. restrained in such a way that both have to do something the other can't. he watches them do their jobs like this and when he commends one he makes sure the other is paying attention #greatgodgrope

Capochin relaying every word of thanks to his god, carefully avoiding who said what or leaving the sender vague while watching his face as he gets praised. inspekta is too enraptured by the compliments to care, thanking his deputy in turn for "keeping him up do date" with the mission #greatgodgrope

Nightmare of a miniscule, pixie sized inspekta coiled tightly around a cock, scores of hands grasping along the length as he satiates his own desires above all. he wraps tighter as he goes, giving release to no one but himself #greatgodgrope

Hector getting used to wearing mortal clothes again since the only "clothes" he wore had been his own hands under a coat. At home he mimics the feeling by wearing little besides his sweater #greatgodgrope

capochin probably would feed hector as a form of revenge. stuffed to bursting, spices hot enough to make eyes water and his nose dribble. Treats cold enough to brainfreeze and sweet enough to want to keep eating. when capo wants and how he likes it #greatgodgrope

it's a blessing to catch even a little of the god of leadership in his mouth. capochin takes care to not let a drop of cum spill, as he would never waste his god's grace #greatgodgrope

the last saliva ever exchanged between lulu and capochin was spat down his throat #greatgodgrope

sometimes capochin sees how well patty gets along with lulu and razzmatazz and he can't help but feel like the opposite of a rebound. a glimpse into a world that just couldn't have been #greatgodgrope

hector kissing and rubbing himself against his beloved van, giving it affection after a successful campaign or tracing the heart on its panels when he's lonely #greatgodgrope

a younger capochin using his antagonism towards razzmatazz to take his mind off of his devotion to hector. he is aware on some level that razzma is using him for the same feelings towards king #greatgodgrope

When directly acting out inspekta's will, capochin temporarily takes on a trait of the god to complete the task. Tasting something will give him his tongue, touching will give him his hands and strength #greatgodgrope

inspekta squeezing and stetching his deputy like a little blue stress ball. He wants him to bulk up so he can fit better in the palm of his hand #greatgodgrope

inspekta in the middle of writing a demeaning letter to himself as King. he gets too into the roleplay, moving from regular insults to humiliating and vulgar. eventually he reaches an insult that excites him the wrong way and he gets so flustered he scraps it #greatgodgrope

capochin using grujaja as a personal gloryhole, under the mutual agreement that they use the cone helmet's obscured vision to pretend they don't know who's fucking the other #greatgodgrope

Patty's introduction to her new boss not being the orientation about to take place later that day, but the brief glimpse of a commander sending off his clearly lovestruck subordinate from a crack in his office door #greatgodgrope

there is a suspicious lack of newbie tropes being played with concerning Patty. her story is about coming into her own obviously but you do have to wonder if she got up to dirty business as the new recruit

capochin tells his underling he's doing an important job. Inspekta wouldn't want his deputy to be backed up, and he certainly wouldn't want him focusing on basic, worldly desires. Part of giving your body to inspekta is draining (milking) yourself of those distractions by any means #greatgodgrope

There are goons who deliberately underperform in order to be humiliated or reprimanded by capochin. he's aware of it and attempts to deny them their desire when he catches onto their self-sabotage, but they get pointers from fellow masochists on how to make it less obvious #greatgodgrope

this bizzyspek phenomenon is making my "capochin fucks his subordinates" prompt stocks rise #greatgodgrope

Capochin laying on compliments to one of his men to sweeten the idea of keeping the good they just did a secret, telling them how they're so good at this trait or other, before realizing partway through that he's describing another goon entirely. The dumb pup is too smitten to notice #greatgodgrope

Capochin getting really into petplay with a goon. Doggies eat on all fours. doggies bark and whimper and whine and bite, not talk. doggies don't wear clothes. by the time they get to "doggies need play and exercise" he wonders how the hell he can spin this if any of his other men see #greatgodgrope

Inspekta's need for reverence manifesting as literal praise kink and body worship: not just being affirmed and caressed but expanding to hymns and praises exciting him as well, enjoying the thought of his divine body fucked with as much care as a ritual #greatgodgrope

Nobody knows how Hector is able to pull it off. How the chipper, cutesy voice coming out of his mouth somehow sounds charismatic enough to leave its listeners hanging to his every word. How words like "thanksies" and "gewd-nest" are the stuff of wet dreams #greatgodgrope

At the height of his mania, Inspekta would demand to know if any of his men worshipped other gods. Even if he didn't personally care for them, this jealousy would make him seek out ways to keep him as their number one, to steel their faith and their love for their god #greatgodgrope

A former bizzyboy getting minor revenge as they talk about last night. He wants to take credit so bad, then he can take credit for the embarrassing things done in bed as well. Capochin fucked so good he moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors and pissed the bed, all by himself #greatgodgrope

Capochin starting a fling with a former subordinate would likely feel much different than Hector starting one. Before, trying anything would be impersonal on Capochin's part and like having special privilege for the goon, but without "Purpose" looming over both it's likely more bitter #greatgodgrope

None of the regular grunts know what takes Capochin so long reporting to their god, or why he looks strangely pleased when he comes back. The wobbling in his step and something dribbling down his pant leg tells them something's up but they'll never truly find out #greatgodgrope

I'm not going crazy am i. there were three works in the Capochin/Patty tag right.

Inspekta using his shapeshifting abilities to stetch himself to the van portal's enterance just out of sight, fucking Capochin senseless as the man's top half clings to the door from the mortal plane #greatgodgrope

capochin still to some extent prides himself as a fine cut of meat, though post-disbanding he expresses this by play and taking more agency in how he wants to be "cooked" #greatgodgrope

Hector's childishness as a god has left him as a bit of a brat when mortal, but living in a squishy, sensitive body means he can be more easily humbled #greatgodgrope

Inspecta forgoing Capochin's usual burger and just letting him sit on his tongue, dirctly taking in the toil and sweat and focus in his clothes and body #greatgodgrope

inspekta and capochin bound in different ways. Inspekta feeling the unlimited freedom of his hands and using them to hold himself down at the mercy of his own restraint. Capochin showing his dedication by binding his legs and hands and leaving himself at the mercy of his god #greatgodgrope

Capochin putting a goon of his in the unenviable position of being his sweatrag at the moment, casually using their jacket to wipe himself off. Don't screw up and maybe their face will be next, he says #greatgodgrope

Vibiano is willing to make new clothes for Hector but does find his lack of variety amusing to play with in the meantime. If his sweater ever needs to be mended Vibi would make him stand around shirtless until it's done #greatgodgrope

Capochin considers himself such a dog of inspekta that when he thinks he's fucked up he mentally begs his god to put him in a makeshift "pound" as pennance, with inspekta as warden #greatgodgrope

among the underlings there's one who has a crush on Inspekta despite never being able to see him. they only have ads and old recordings to go off of and so imagine his voice filtered through canned loudspeakers and tape telling them they did so well, and they can take just a bit more #greatgodgrope

when inspekta feels small, he enlarges himself and calls capochin in to climb him. His deputy crawling all over like the bug he isn't both feeds inspekta's ego and stimulates him with the sensation of his little boots and claws digging for holds #greatgodgrope

Inspekta wondering if what is said to happen to a god that leaves the rift applies to smaller pieces of him. A hand goes into his deputy's pocket as he leaves and Inspekta spends the day wondering if his connection to it will be cut, if it ages, or if he'll feel anything on it #greatgodgrope

Grove outsiders looking in on Inspekta started a Cobbilike urban legend about him: the greatest bosses will get a chance to dine with him, but they are also invited to watch Inspekta devour the worst of their lot. This had an opposite effect on those that saw getting eaten as a reward #greatgodgrope

A rumor spreads that the only way to get capochin in a good enough mood is to be used by him. He's mad at the goon who spread this, not because he has done it before (he did, on occasion) but because curious bizzyboys will attempt to initiate flings to try #greatgodgrope

Inspekta curls and coils in on himself to find the best angle to fuck himself with his own lower half #greatgodgrope

Inspekta and capochin's influence on their men morph their signature colors into something arousing among them: red/yellow as well as blue/white is popular among former bizzyboys as the colors of personal gear and toys, or designated roles in fantasies #greatgodgrope