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anormaladn · 21 days
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Little guy that lives in my brain breaking laws of nature and laws of gods
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signifer · 1 year
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*white knuckling the table edge, covered in elmers glue* i..... love..... skull reconstruction.......
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nicollekidman · 1 year
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kendall only ever being taught the language of business and capital.......... he still has things he cares about and thinks he’s fighting for but everything must get filtered through the framework of acquisition.......
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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year
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with gemini, it's kinda makin me curious what other characters, the alts mainly, would look like fused
alt adam alt jonah fusion..... that would be... really freaky...
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That would be freaky, huh.
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kaeyx · 7 months
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What if Kunikida was an avian hybrid? Like wings and hollow bones, looks like a parakeet, but also having catzai in the same house?
Anon you have unlocked one of my nicher obsessions: bird wings and more specifically, avian hybrids.
Kunikida would be about the same to Catzai as the normal one, they're still quite a pair. And he keeps his routines just as strictly, tracks stuff about his bird parts too! For example which feathers he's shed, especially if they're primaries (birds shed in pairs, one feather from each side, to not lose maneuverability. Primary feathers are the ones on the very outside and bottom of a wing, very important in flight.)
He'd be horrible about asking for help like with grooming or if he gets a blood feather, but you can teach him it's okay to come to you with these things. (Blood feathers occur when a new feather is coming in and hasn't quite developed, so it's still hooked up to the circulatory system for nutrients. If the feather snaps or is otherwise damaged the bird will bleed, and sometimes they need help removing them. For small birds like parakeets, a really bad blood feather can spell death from bloodloss.)
Plus if you put Catzai in a house with a bird he's definitely going to hunt it, he doesn't care if it's Kunikida. You'll have to keep a very close eye on them both, because Kunikida doesn't hesitate to give as good as he gets!
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mushroom-for-art · 4 months
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@distortionmewtwo Ultraviolet @ Mud:
The 'Two gazed at Mud with undisguised awe. "Oh," he said softly. "You seem so interesting...! I've never seen a mew with fur like yours before..! My name is Ultraviolet, it's nice to meet you, Mud!"
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The mew gazed back at the unfamiliar pokemon despite his crueler resting expression there's a level of softness in his eyes as he takes in the others appearance,
"Ah," his projected psychic voice noticeably rusty, "you, are one of the two creatures,?" his head tilts a bit, still observing the other feeling a strange level of vulnerability without his usual face covering, "Ultraviolet," he echoes the word and name thoughtfully giving a slow nod of his head, "suiting." His ear twitching to the side in idle movement.
Though he did wonder how this individual already knew his name...
"Are, all twos so vibrant? The mew that gave you those colors must have been quite the spectacle," he dreaded the idea of meeting them, his dirt complexion compared to their display of color? If cloning kept personality also, such an outgoing mew no doubt... He pushed the thought aside he didn't need to feel insecure over a mew he'd never met and likely would never meet.
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ruleofleft · 8 months
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Fuse knows how to skin, section and process a kill, BloodHound knew they could, but seeing Walter expertly do so makes Hound feel a certain way… Especially after offering Artur not just scarps, but choice pieces of good meat.
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hershelwidget · 5 months
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Gay people
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It’s been less than an hour since they ate the soup btw
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brainslash · 6 months
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Slasher oc ideas but I'm not so sure about them
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cgogs · 1 year
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I've been thinking about how i want to go ahout designs for s2 i think im going blank slate for everyone scar-wise but keeping my c!dreams prosthetic fingers since theyre Apart Of His Bones Now. getting it confirmed that its an amnesia thing not a, like, get brand new lives thing
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sexysideoftheforce · 8 months
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Thinking abt tav and astarion being those freaks who are sitting in each others laps and drinking from each other’s mouths and talking abt how they want to crack open the others ribs and crawl inside them and this is all happening at the dinner table in front of your mom
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There are two wolfs inside of me: one wants sexy cyborg Viktor with an attitude of queer coded disney villain, and the other wants the most grotesque, weird ass, creeppy design the fortiche could come up with. There's also the secret third wolf that wants both.
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minecraft-steve · 2 years
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the most miserable creature on this planet is my cat who pisses and shits himself and loves to cuddle
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dkcrimeape · 1 year
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my boyfriend just cracked his arm (by raising and twisting) WITHOUT WAKING UP HELP IM SCARED
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pandoraslxna · 5 months
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❄️ Kinkmas — 01. Cockwarming ❄️
Neteyam x female human reader
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⋆。° ✮ Minors dni 🔞
⋆。° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist
⋆。° ✮ Warnings: cockwarming, soft morning sex, fluff, size difference, belly bulge
⋆。° ✮ Translations: ngaytxoa = sorry / my apologies, tsawke = sun, mowan = pleasing / enjoyable (physically, sexually), yawne = beloved
⋆。° ✮ For my precious @viviartsy who requested fluffy morning sex 🩵
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It was winter on pandora, one of those late days when everything was so cold that no matter how much wood you placed into the fire or under how many blankets and furs you buried yourself in, there were still goosebumps on your arms.
On top of it being the hard frost of winter, it was also early, and the sun was just barely starting to shine over the horizon, leaving the marui a fuzzy blue-gray. Loosely-closed cloths that served as curtains filtered light in, everything painted in the cool tones of a winter morning.
The first rustle in the blankets came from you, soft skin sliding against the blue of your mate’s, the woven sheets whispering icey secrets. You could feel the cold in your bones, but also in Neteyams body as he pressed himself closer to you.
"You’re cold…", you whispered.
"Ngaytxoa…" He sounds so alien when he’s drowsy, everything almost growled or purred or chirred, all at the same time. In these moments he often forgets to switch to the sky people’s language.
The sheets whispered again as you turned around, shifting ever so slowly to welcome the much bigger na‘vi into your arms, let him scoot closer until he’s laying between your soft thighs, face buried against your chest and his arms holding you close. He’s so cold, you could feel it in his chest, in his thighs, where he was usually so warm.
As much as the Na‘vi resembled what your kind called a cat, they were much like reptiles during the colder days, hardly moving until they were warmed up. Sleeping nude didn’t help much, but it was so hard to give up on touching each other. With you so close, hands sliding over his back and arms, cradling the back of his head, you could feel the more cat-like side of him rising, rubbing against you so slowly, soaking you in, seeking your warmth.
"Y’so warm, tsawke." The words were slow and mumbled against the skin of your breasts. His hands found your hips, sliding down to the curve of your bottom, where icy fingers pressed into your flesh, kneading a handful of each cheek. His tail tangled with your ankle, while he tried to wrap you around him like a blanket, slowly rocking his body against yours.
Your legs tightened around his middle and you felt him move, his skin pressed so closely to yours anywhere he could.
You almost didn’t notice the slight pressure from something hard prodding at your thigh if it didn’t send a chill right through you. As his blood heated up, so did the rest of him as well it seems. He felt like he was made of ice against you, but he was starting to warm and it seemed he wasn’t the only thing waking up. Morning sex was almost a constant for you both, and not even the grip of winter could dissuade his libido.
"Need you", Neteyam groaned lowly, a little short of words but you knew exactly what he was asking for.
"Come here", you smiled softly. The words are whispered between you both, not wanting to break the silence that the season brought this early in the morning.
Sliding into you was like diving into a hot spring, wet and warm. Your walls wrapped around him like a blanket and it made him melt into you, a content sigh of relief leaving his lips.
He shuddered as he bottom out, almost pulling away before settling on you again and rolling his hips slowly before coming to an halt completely. You could only imagine how intense the temperature difference was for him like this, especially with how sensitive he was in the morning.
You could feel him bulging your stomach, your own arousal smearing between your fused bodies which raised even more goosebumps on your skin.
Neteyam doesn’t even get a chance to voice his comfort before your walls ripple, tightening around his cock as if to proof that this was the best way to warm him up, then loosening just a bit before starting again.
You moaned softly as the pulsing of his cock got stronger, while your body subconsciously worked his length, giving him the best kind of a massage. Eywa, Neteyam doubt anything na‘vi could ever feel better as his precious human mate did.
"Mmh… mowan, ywane", he breathed heavily, "haa, fuck…"
"Does it feel good?", you murmured, a smile pulling at your lips as you let your eyes flutter closed.
"Hmh, soo good…."
He barely rolled his hips then, pushing further into you while you moaned softly. Your hips moved to meet his, then setting still so that he nudged perfectly against that spongey spot deep inside you that drove you both crazy, and apparently one of the very few ways for him to finish quickly.
You couldn’t even count the times he had fucked you senseless and purposefully knocked the fat tip of his cock against your cervix, just to work himself to his own end. The thought about doing this to his small human mate so effortlessly always had his mind spiraling. He was always so limp and almost loopy with satisfaction then. He cuddled a lot more than usual after those times too, though that’s not saying much.
Now though, now it was just the barest rub against it, feeling the bulge of your tummy and listening to the sweet sounds you made while keeping him warm. You felt more than heard the rumble in his chest that wasn’t really a purr and more like a muffled moan.
Time passed indefinitely like that, wrapped around each other and barely moving at all. You might’ve fallen back asleep if it weren’t for the tingly feeling of being so full of him that kept you from drowsing off.
Neteyam warmed steadily from there, until both of your bodies were the same temperature and you couldn’t tell where he started and you ended. After a while, he started to move a little, small little trusts every few minutes, although he was not quite fully awake yet. You could feel that he was still half asleep, though he sounded ready to finish soon enough. You shifted slightly to kiss the top of his head where it was still nestled between your breasts, then his shoulder, before you begin to leave a trail from there to his jaw.
Neteyam also began to shift then, just enough for your lips to meet gently as he rolled his hips against yours, his length swallowed up into the warmth of your deliciously slick cunt. The new pace made you both pant softly against each others lips.
You went back to kissing after a few breaths, a bit more insistent this time and with more hunger behind it. Both of your bodies kept crawling so slowly towards your climax, prepared to go over the edge as soon as you were both ready for it.
"Nng… close, m‘close…", Neteyam‘s voice was muffled, both of your moans swallowed by the kiss. "Feels so good, so warm."
"M- Me too", you whimpered softly, clenching your thighs around his hips to pull him in deeper. The position allowed your clit to gently rub against his pubic bone, the friction adding just enough to your growing orgasm.
Your shared orgasm comes just as slow and quietly as the rest of this has been, the constant feeling of pressure on his cock and then the little rolls of his hips guiding you both over the edge with low groans, sweet little moans and a short, sharp thrust. He makes a sound that’s so incredibly content that you can’t help but smile down at him as he basks in your climax. You can feel him squirming around, his cock twitching and throbbing as your walls milk him, sucking down every drop. God, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to this, to the warmth spreading so deep on your belly you felt hot all over.
After this, Neteyam nuzzles himself even closer to you, his tail swishing under the blanket like a happy puppy because he feels the way you warm up around him even more, spending heat to him like a cozy fireplace.
"I love you", he sighs and then finally blinks his eyes open to look up at you and you swear you lose yourself in those warm, sun kissed orbs. The only real, golden warmth of the sun this season holds and you think you could live forever with just them.
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anantaru · 6 months
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DAY 22 — MIRROR SEX
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kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3
𖧡 — including — gepard, jing yuan
𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, mirror sex, very messy, dom gepard for once omg who am i?, prone bone, doggy style
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𖧡 — GEPARD
gepard could swear on it, truly, but there was nothing that turned him on just as much as this current setting did— besides the fact that he can bend you on all fours with such ease while recklessly rutting into you, his biceps flexing when he drags you over his cock, his balls repeatedly smacking over the plush of your ass but even better, he can watch it unfold, together with you, from a much more different point of view.
"fuck— fuck!" he groans before slanting his body forward to hover himself over your figure, and due to the sudden change in position and the heaviness of his entire weight dropped on you, your hands and legs instantly give up as you're squeezed in between the bed and his looming body, making it effortless for gepard to fuck you even deeper now, thrusting his hips in a frenzied rhythm— with one palm perking your ass up a little while the other finds warm solace against your neck, his fast heaves hot and loud above you, all the while you clenched and quivered around him.
you knew gepard was starting to lose it the more his breathing changed and his thrusts would grow erratic. he bit down hard on his tongue, tasting a film of metal between his teeth as he forces himself to postpone his orgasm— because he always needed to make you cum first, it's a given and he cannot forgive himself if he'd ever fail at that.
from the moment his muscles rippled from excitement, he has you throbbing and pulsing all over his length as he works his hips on you, your eyes repeatedly blinking towards the prancing mirror memorizing the entire thing and reflecting it on you— the immediately responsiveness of gepard's trace on you, how quickly you gave yourself to him with your face squished against the soaked pillows or even better, how your slickness had coated his lower stomach entirely and claimed him, the muscled lines on his torso melting into your softness when gepard slips and slides through your ragged walls.
you feel yourself trapping a hotness on your skin, despite that, gepard wouldn't falter in his shoves and neither would you want him to, practically salivating over the feeling of his dripping erection fusing with you and his musky scent all over you— your hips, tired but being kept up as he continues, never growing fatigued of your warmness engulfing him, coaxing out those sweet, soothing noises from your lips as gepard turns his head again to the mirror glowing right back, his followed groan lust-deepened and greedy.
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𖧡 — JING YUAN
now that a mirror, of considerable size, was collecting all positions of your bodies fondling with one another, jing yuan was permeating of tension and pervading desire, the very kind of desire that manifested without warning and trapped the rationality of his mind, swallowed and wrapped him inside a husk until he's fucking you like he absolutely hates you as filthy moans continuously echo from past your parted mouth.
the greed in his eyes made you weak when you dare to catch a glimpse of yourself, his hips tirelessly grinding against your plush ass that you're able to see how your translucent arousal had been sticking you both together, faint ropes of white connecting your figures as jing yuan made sure that you were able to feel each and every inch of his thick erection dragging across the ridges of your tight cunt, filling you up completely until he was buried balls deep into your heat— and you wanted him close forever, no reason would make you separate yourself from him.
"jing yuan—!" you started to cry out, accompanied by a chorus of muddled syllables tumbling out over your parted lips, arching your back so deeply that you were afraid it'll actually snap into two.
though jing yuan, for one, smirks at you in one approved expression before burying his face in your shoulder, clinging on your skin as much as he could as you flutter over his girth, your creamy walls pummeling over his reactive skin as he swore he saw stars for a minute straight, his brain rewiring and replacing all regular notions with blissful ecstasy.
"just look at you, fuck—" he groans against your neck, "Such a sight to behold," his voice crackS and ugh, jing yuan was so fixated, borderline obsessed, with how your tits looked in the mirror, how they bounced in tandem with his fast slaps into your greedy pussy and how you quivering, sobbed and pulsed around his length without an inch of shame, your hot liquids gripping him like a vice.
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