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galaxychaos78 · 6 months
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being roommates with wolf hybrid!kiba, cat hybrid!shikamaru, and puppy!naruto going through their heat cycles and you're the center of attention.
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read my first roommate hybrid post here!
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Poor puppy!Naruto has his at the beginning of the week and of course it's on your late night grocery run with him. You pick up on it almost immediately; the way he clings to you, the way he becomes snappy and growling whenever any of the other shoppers get close to you. The way he seems to sweat, his cheeks always a rosy red as he tugs and claws at his clothes to try and get out of them. He presses up against you in the produce section, whining in your ear about how hot he feels and how good you smell. You cart of snacks and other foods stay in the aisle and you mentally apologize to the grocery store employee that has to put it all away as you drag Naruto out of the store. As you speed home, Naruto manages to unbutton his pants, moaning loudly at the cool air hitting his sticky boxers. He pulls his cock out and the wet squelch that follows as he tugs at it makes his body shiver. He begs so sweetly and shamelessly, fat tears in his eyes as he cries at you to pull over and let him breed you. That it hurts so much. And what kind of roommate would you be to make your friend suffer any longer than he has to?
"N-Narut-oh!" Your head is thrown back against the plush upholstery of your backseat, the car shaking violently with Naruto's thrusts. His hands dig into the plush skin of your hips and he squeezes tightly, as if you'd run away from him. He's panting heavily, his chest flushed red and shimmering with a layer of sweat, moving up and down with every gulp of air he takes. Drool leaks from his mouth as he whimpers, trying to push himself deeper and deeper into the wet heat of your cunt.
"T-tight! So warm-hng!" A strangled moan leaves his lips and he's too caught up with how good your cunt feels; how it squeezes and sucks him in like a vice, how it squelches with every thrust, with how fucking soaked you are, to even warn you that he's cumming. Thick hot ropes of his cum fill up your pussy and you let out a whine, your hands digging into the seat he currently had you pinned down to.
You can hear the faint sound of cars passing by on the nearby road and you silently thank every higher power that the roads are dark. Naruto looks as if he's about to collapse, steadying himself by gripping the roof of your car. He's panting like he just ran a marathon and you can see from the faint orange glow of the streetlamp above just how flushed red his face is.
"I'll pay to clean your car," He murmurs dazedly as he pulls out, his gaze transfixed on the way his thick seed spills out of your cunt in fat globs as your walls clench around nothing. Sky blue eyes glazed over as he watches his cum trickle under the fat of your asscheeks and stain the black mini skirt and the lace pink panties he haphazardly pushed aside, leaking down down to pool on the plush upholstery of your backseat. His cock, glistening with your arousal and his bright red mushroom tip still leaking cum, hardens almost immediately again. "Just...just lemme fuck you again.."
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Cat!hybrid Shikamaru doesn't get his heat until 3 weeks after Naruto's and by then he's already smelled the puppy's scent on you. It makes him irritable a few days before; he glares at Naruto whenever they pass by in the kitchen and he barely comes out of his room. You go to knock on his door to see if he wants any lunch, but you're barely able to knock a second time before he suddenly comes wearing nothing but one of his thin hoodies and his boxers. His face is slightly flushed red but assume that you've just woken him up from one of his afternoon naps. There's a glare on his face and it makes you regret even bugging him. Before you can even apologize, he yanks you into his room and slams the door behind him. He's muttering something you can't make out, and before you could even ask what was wrong, he's pouncing on you. Black ears flicking back and forth and tail swishing from side to side, he mutters something about how you need to help him take care of the problem you caused. And what kind of roommate would you be if you just left him to take care of his problems on his own?
"You're such a tease y'know that?" Shikamaru grunts as he slams his cock in and out of you at a ruthless pace. One of his hands is clutching the fat of your ass tightly and the other is tangled into your hair, pressing your face into his pillows. "Lettin' Naruto hit when you know damn fuckin' well I wanted to fuck you." He's mean, uncharacteristically so. Shikamaru was usually nice (or as nice as he could get). Sure he was blunt, but he was never like this; talking to you so rudely that it makes you whimper into his pillows. Makes your eyes sting with tears as you turn to press your cheek against his sheets, looking back at him with a pout that usually has him begrudgingly doing whatever you asked of him, but now the sight of it only makes his hips snap harder into you and a choked out sob leaves your pouty lips.
His grunts are soft and hoarse, but the way his hips snap against you has the headboard banging against the walls. "Too pretty for your own fuckin' good," He mutters as his bare chest hits your back, his shirt discarded on his floor somewhere as he presses messy kisses to your shoulder blades. "N' this cunt is to die for fuck. Stuff of fuckin' dreams." He wouldn't tell you that he's dreamt about you like this before; that he's jerked off to the times he's copped a feel of your tits, to the way your ass looks in those skimpy shorts and mini skirts. That's what makes him cum deep inside, and he shivers as you mewl pathetically, trying to squirm away from it all but he keeps his cock plunged deep in your pussy. "Just take it Princess, that's it.." He doesn't pull out even as he gets soft, only grins as you slur out his name and look up at him with those tear filled eyes. "C'mon baby, you can gimme one more yeah? S' your fault anyways after all.."
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Werewolf! Kiba is last to get his heat and it hits him the hardest. The scent of Naruto and Shikamaru lingers on your skin and it usually wouldn't bother him; hell the four of you are all roommates, it's to be expected. But Kiba's sense of smell is deeper and, along with smelling them faintly on your skin, he can smell their scents on your fucking cunt. No amount of lavender scented body wash and lace panties can cover up their scents on you and you're blissfully unaware. Unaware that everytime Kiba walks into your room for movie nights with an armful of snacks, that everytime you perch yourself on his lap because your bed is too small to fit his massive frame, that he has to physically stop himself from tearing away the flimsy pajama bottom material and fuck himself into you out of jealousy, out of a desperate primal need.
He lasts halfway through the movie before he finally snaps. You were drowsy; your head nestled into the crook of his shoulder, your hand resting against his bicep, and your legs draped over his hips. His arm cupped under your thighs and he could feel the weight of your ass against his arm. And he realizes something, something that has him silently apologizing to God for what he was about to do.
You weren't wearing any panties.
In a flash, your pajama bottoms are in shreds and Kiba's sweatpants are pulled down in a haze. "M' sorry doll, m' so sorry.." Kiba's voice is breathless as he pulls you close to him, your back pressed tight against his chest as one of his big hands stay on your stomach to keep you in place. "Just need to do this 'kay?" He's so sweet when he apologizes that it has you nodding your head, that it has you feeling guilty even though you've done nothing wrong. And what kind of roommate would you be if you didn't let him do what he wanted?
You're losing it; drool leaking out of the side of your mouth and your mind turned to nothing but mush as your eyes roll back into your skull. Whimpering and clutching Kiba's bicep, wanting him to slow down but barely being able to speak. Kiba's arm is draped over your tummy, keeping you flushed against his chest as he mercilessly pounds into your poor little pussy. He's big, always has been, and his cock is no different. He bullied his way into your heat, biting at your shoulder blade to hold back the animalistic growl. The bed squeaks and rocks from the weight of him, from the sheer force of his thrusts. "Hate it," He grunts and for a moment you think he means you. "Hate that those two got to fuck this cunt before me." He punctuates his distaste with a particularly rough thrust that has a loud squeal leaving your throat. "Which one got you first hm? Which one of those assholes stuffed your pussy first?" The more he speaks, the more he ends up thinking about it, the rougher he becomes. His arm leaves your tummy and goes to spread your thighs apart, planting his feet down on your bed before pounding into you with such force, it has all breath leaving your lungs.
The rough slap-slap-slap sound of skin against skin echoes through your room. Through blurry eyes, you can see the bulge of his cock shaping around in your tummy and it has you moaning out. He's so deep, as if he's trying to mold your pussy, your tummy, into the shape of his cock. He's huffing and grunting, leaving messy kisses against your neck, your shoulder. Any inch of skin he can reach.
He cums so much; hot and thick and so overwhelming that it has your vision going spotty. Kiba's shushing you gently as you squirm, as you cry out and let fat tears trickle down your cheeks. It's a downright mess when he pulls out; thick globs of milky white cum leaking out of your abused cunt and soaking your bedsheets with the scent of sex, the scent of Kiba. The movie is long forgotten now and you've barely gathered yourself before Kiba's gently flipping you onto your stomach and raising your ass high in the air.
"Can still smell em' on you pretty. Not gonna stop until that pretty pussy reeks of my cock.."
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hiphopcherrrypop · 3 months
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im probably like their #1 fan...... i luv how the pink hair boy looks like he's 2 seconds from crying
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saturngalore · 5 months
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LA CHÉRIE NOIRE
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francy-sketches · 2 months
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wanted 2 compare my old joffrey design w the way I draw him now...not much changed besides the fringe but I feel like he has a different vibe now idk
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mamawasatesttube · 4 months
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just thinking out loud here but i feel like a lot of popular perception of kon esp in online fandom spaces is colored by his joie de vivre and all the times he's silly and goofy. which i do of course adore!! i love when he's silly and goofy. but comparing that perception to, that of like, clark or kara, i feel like kon gets shunted into the box of "dumb comic relief character" a lot more easily. lots of factors probably contribute to that (sb94 having a bad rep, while no other kon comic really goes into a lot of his tragedy; conflation with the side of the fandom that doesn't read comics; the fact that comparatively postcrisis kara doesn't have a team the way kon has yj and clark is seen as a more capable adult, so other characters in the jl get the "dumb comic relief" short end of the stick more often; etc) ...
... but what really gets me about him is that he does embody a lot of the same traits as the rest of the kryptonian superfam. he's so extremely kind. he's got that same noble heart as the rest of them; he cares about everyone and he wants to protect everyone. and he's so, so lonely. he struggles between cultures and worlds where he feels like he doesn't belong to either. he is so strong and capable and holds so much power that it scares him.
cradles him gently in my hands. he contains multitudes... come closer don't you want to love him 🥺
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 2 months
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one thing I love about iswm is that even though the Captain hardly talks, engineer Mark always seems to understand them
I'd like to think that in the monster captain au, the two of them would still find their own ways of communicating, despite being very different
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mcnuggyy · 3 months
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just a little behind the scenes but I ran the numbers and found I need to be making 420 book sales in order for my comic to be making a profit <3 hehehe funny weed number
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wild-moss-art · 8 months
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I think both you and Constance deserve to nap in a clump of moss
YESS I BLOG FROM HERE 💚💚
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Rhys Darby reading about a pirate who was conned and betrayed by Blackbeard: what if they were together though
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moonchild-in-blue · 8 months
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@ sleeptokenmemes on Instagram has more clips of Ascensionism on the stories plus the Sleep/Vessel voice overs.
I'm not gonna transcribe the whole thing here but essentially-
Sleep: They think you fake it.
Vessel: What do you mean?
S: When you cry on stage, they don't think it's real.
V: I think that's a reasonable assumption.
S: Do you fake it?
V: No, I don't. But it is something I do consistently, so if I was a member of the audience, I'd probably assume that it wasn't real.
Then Sleep asks Ves if he sees them [us] crying, if he thinks they [we] like to see him crying. Vessel says that he only sees us smiling, and that he wants us to smile.
He [Vessel] thinks that we don't particularly enjoy seeing him cry, just that we like to see him feel something. I didn't get the rest, but yeah.
[edit: apparently there's quite a bit more but I'm tired and I need to sleep (lol). Take this lil offering in the meantime]
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mushroom-for-art · 29 days
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Rio and Rio! Luca-Rio is mine and Rio-lu belongs to @extraskully5! Sorry it's a bit scribble messy trying to teach myself to be okay with less clean lineart and colors outside the line, wanted to experiment with different brushes too!
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elmaestrostan · 5 months
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Paywalled article text under the cut because I gotchu
Ange Postecoglou and Unai Emery are second coming of messiah managers
Through their infectious intensity and emotional intelligence, Premier League’s best new imports in the dugout prove that the manager is still the main man in an age of data and player power
Sitting with Unai Emery recently, at Aston Villa’s training ground, the biggest takeaway was rarity: here was one of those few people you meet with the power to pour their own take on the world into ­others.
In Emery’s case, through his quirky magnetism, that involves getting whole football clubs to share his ferocious drive. I’d observed him in the canteen, staff hanging on his words and poking his head out of a door was Monchi — one of the game’s great sporting directors, lured to Aston Villa because of the man in charge.
The whole experience was a lesson in messiahs, in how football may change but one of its central principles remains the same: the individual, on a team, on a scene, on a culture, can be transformative. In football, such menschenfangers, to borrow a German word (literally meaning ­“people catcher”) that brilliantly describes such types, are very nearly always managers.
There was the same feeling watching Ange Postecoglou at a League Managers Association conference last week. He was the last speaker of a full programme but had a full room of delegates rapt. He has been in English football less than six months but has had an impact on the culture — and not only at Tottenham Hotspur. His wisdom has made people consider things a little differently, like this idea he shared with delegates: “I’ve never let the scoreboard dictate the way I want to build sides.”
It maybe wasn’t supposed to be this way. Data, sports science, sporting directors and bulging support staffs were supposed to lessen reliance on the dugout. Instead, we keep seeing proof of Sir Alex Ferguson’s tenet that “the manager has to be the most important person in the club”.
This weekend is one of messiahs clashing. After Pep Guardiola v Jürgen Klopp yesterday comes Postecoglou v Emery, the first two being the most important recruits to the Premier League of the past decade, the latter pair its most important signings of the past year. Emery is overseeing his 38th league match with Villa, having won 74 points from his 37 games, compared with Villa taking 41 points from the 37 games preceding that.
Postecoglou has also driven a big change in results but his influence has also been on psyche, with the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium a church of joy where, before, it seemed an anticlimactic mall. Spurs may have squandered leads to lose their past two matches, yet Ben Davies, the defender, spoke only about the positives. “We’re all determined, knowing the manager has our back, that we can bounce back and we’re going to go at it, playing our way,” he said. “When you’re a kid, it was everyone’s dream to play football and everybody’s achieved that just by being at this level. In the manager’s mindset, that has to be our fuel. You have that love of the game.”
A Premier League head scout, acknowledged for helping to build a title-winning team, has no problem with the idea that the manager is still by far the key figure in the creation of successful sides. “You can never underestimate the influence of the right manager,” he said.
“I think we’re all looking for players who we feel are unicorns and difference-makers, but the reality is the manager can be the biggest influencer. The competitiveness and level of coaches in the Premier League is now off the scale so if you don’t have a coach with proven pedigree then you’re already offering something up to your opponents.”
The process for recruiting managers has, accordingly, mushroomed in sophistication. When Barnsley, of League One, appointed Neill Collins in the summer it was after a recruitment search so detailed that even before the interview stage candidates had to fill in a questionnaire of 75 questions.
At Premier League level, enlightened recruiters try to pinpoint the “added value” a manager brings. This can be gauged by comparing the performance data of players before and after candidates arrived in their previous jobs, how many players have achieved international recognition under their tutelage and the growth (or decline) in market values of their squads.
Another measure involves looking at Elo numbers. The Elo rating system is a method for calculating performance capability, first applied to chess. In football it can be applied to rank teams (the Fifa rankings derive from the concept), looking at their past results. One way of assessing managerial impact is to examine what happens to a team’s Elo during their stewardship. Emery had an incredible Elo rating even before joining Villa, while Postecoglou has upped the standard everywhere he has managed, accruing league titles with four teams in three countries. The ability to transfer skills to different environments is another element smart clubs scrutinise when looking at managers.
At the conference, Postecoglou spoke fascinatingly about working in Japan, where he had to rethink completely what he considers his biggest managerial attribute: communication. He talked also about adapting to becoming older as a coach. Now 58, he recognises that he is of an entirely different generation from his players and it is one reason why he spends as little time as possible in the dressing room, regarding it as his players’ space, and delivering only brief team talks before getting himself out of there. “I can’t stay because of their music anyway, oh my God,” he said.
He is all about planting seeds, rather than cutting people down, adhering to another great Fergie insight: because of the change in young people, good management has “moved from a demanding culture to a convincing one.” A core Postecoglou-ism is: “I’m not big on rules, I’m massive on values.” And he says: “I can’t tell young people what to do any more. I have to give them a reason.”
Emery manages more by intensity but with a style no less tailored to the modern age. A few years ago Eric Black, a brilliant training-ground coach who counts Villa among his former clubs, told me that a big difference in modern players is how savvy they are about what makes a good (or bad) session. They’ve grown up with analysis and methodologies, and will offer critiques when training falls short of certain standards.
Emery puts a detail into training and individual work that blows players away. He, like Postecoglou, is about projecting football as a higher cause. A mantra is that players should devote “at least 70 per cent” of themselves to football. “Yes, enjoy life, but enjoy life through football — not through life, through football,” Emery told me. “Even when you’re at a party, even when you are on holiday in the summer on the beach, think football.”
Emery was not afraid to tell me that he dreams of winning the Champions League with Villa and that “I’m going to fight for my dreams, always.” Postecoglou told the conference that he had “no endgame” in mind for his career, just the mission he started out with: “I want to build teams people remember.”
At Spurs, at Villa, the transformations underline that managers remain the game’s builders and “people-catchers”.
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killuaisaprincess · 2 months
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GONKIIII
CUTE KITTY KI
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softiedingo · 1 year
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he looks so soft wearing glasses, so precious 🥺❤️✨️
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mrs-kelly · 1 year
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WAAAA @jamesfiance gave me such a lovely gift and drew Charlie and I together!! Thank you so much Doll!! I’m gonna treasure it forever 🥺💕
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blue-bird-lamentation · 5 months
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Me being Haru Okumura at home
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