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lynnbutlertron · 5 months
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OK i’m getting more into rayman now and i need someone to explain to me why the fuck i have not seen a single person on the internet talking abt this pairing . Am i losing my mind??? Am i the problem ???? Please
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boog-how · 8 months
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Wade whimpering audio - deleted scenes
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ikol-art · 6 months
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Series writers stop taking meaningful things from the comics without giving your characters the same thoughtful storylines
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daydreamerwonderkid · 5 months
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I like how absolutely blasé I am about the Batfam when it comes to individual ships/pairings, but the moment someone mentions that Cass and Steph aren't actually together in canon my brain just freezes and I have to remind myself that DC are cowards.
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solitarydoomsday · 29 days
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IS IT REALLY NARCISSISM IF IT'S SELF-LOATHING?
OKAY, I'M TAKING OVER ELLIOT'S ACCOUNT TO POST MY FUCKING DRAWING, HE DOESN'T REALLY GIVE A SHIT IF WE SHARE THE ACCOUNT SINCE WE PRACTICALLY SHARE ALL OUR OTHER ONES, AND I DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY NOR THE FRONTING TIME TO TYPICALLY UPHOLD MY OWN TUMBLR ACCOUNT. ANYWAYS, I COULD GO ON AN ON ABOUT HOW MUCH OF A SEVERE LACK OF KARKAT^2 CONTENT THERE IS (IM NOT FUCKING CALLING IT KARKATCEST), DESPITE THE OBVIOUS CANNON FREUDIAN SLIPS AND ENDLESS PITCHFLIRTING BETWEEN MY PRESENT, PAST AND FUTURE SELVES, SOMEHOW KANKRI X KARKAT STILL HAS MORE CONTENT WITH IT AND IS THE ONLY ITERATION OF "VANTASCEST" THAT GETS ANY ATTENTION, WHICH IS FRANKLY REALLY FUCKING STUPID, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED.
ANYWAYS, HERE'S FUCKING KARKAT^2 TO FILL THE AFOREMENTIONED VOID OF IT. ENJOY. -CG
P.S. MY LOYAL YAOI WARRIOR.
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theharrowing · 4 months
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Fuck, you're killing me.
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Yoongi finds a way to clone himself, so naturally his first instinct is to fuck himself.
🤍 Dollhouse Yoongi x Collateral Yoongi
🤍 word count: ≈ 1,660
🤍 crossover episode between fics, selfcest, sci-fi, slash, nsfw, 18+
🤍 warnings: top yoongi, bottom yoongi - but they switch. sci-fi stuff; smut (selfcest aka self incest; anal sex; teasing; begging; spitting; overstimulation; using spit as lube; rough fingering; absolutely no kissing lol); mention of past infidelity. (grey area of whether this counts as infidelity, but i think Dollhouse Jungkook will just wish he was here to see this all go down & otherwise not care.)
🤍 notes: ngl, this is straight up porn. i really speed into the situation so don't ask any questions ok??? just vibe. the sci-fi stuff is vague and alludes to Dollhouse and i use the word "clone" loosely bc i refuse to make this make logical sense!!! let it go in one eye and out the other and just enjoy the show. i guess there are some slight Dollhouse spoilers but just don't hang on too many "plot" details okay!!! in one eye, out the other!!!
🤍 written for the Harrow’s Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @park-jimin-isnt-real. 🎈 Jay, Jay, Jay. you really chose chaos on the day that you requested this fic, and for that i am grateful. i hope it makes all of your dreams come true!!! i adore you so much!!!
🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin
🤍 posted jan. 2024
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Of all the marvels of science that the Min family has participated in inventing and experimenting with, this one has to take the cake. It is not enough that his team has found a way to jump their consciousness into other people's bodies temporarily, or even permanently, but now he has somehow managed to actually clone himself.
Only, this clone is…different. 
He is clearly not quite the same man staring back at him, and it almost seems as if this man has thoughts and understandings behind those cold, dark eyes. Yoongi half expected him to show up as a clean slate with no individual consciousness or memories. 
Whereas Yoongi has recently cut his hair short and maintains an appearance of being much softer than his sharp inner demons, this clone has wild, long hair and eyes that pierce as they take him in—eyes that have clearly seen some shit. 
Through the skin surrounding one of his pretty, angry eyes is even a deep gash that begins above his eyebrow and runs through his lid, down to the apple of his cheek. Yoongi leans close to check and see whether that eye is damaged at all from whatever has sliced it, and judging by its clarity and lack of disfiguration—and the way it glares back—he surmises it must not be.
"Who the fuck are you?" the clone grumbles, looking down as his nude body shackled upright to an exam table. 
Yoongi grins. "Silly. I'm you!"
The clone sighs and glances around the examination room. "Whatever this is, please get it over with quickly. I have important matters to attend to. I need to get back home."
Now this is curious. Has Yoongi somehow managed to pull an alternate-reality version of himself into this current reality? Surely a simple clone would have no knowledge of any other life it leads…right? Fascinating.
"Tell me," Yoongi drawls, stepping up close to the alternate version of himself. "What is your name?"
The man stares for a moment, then grumbles, "Min Yoongi."
And although Yoongi knows the answer, it still delights him to no end to hear his own name come from the man's mouth. 
"Min Yoongi," he parrots, voice nearly identical to the nearly identical stranger's voice.  "Tell me…have you ever wanted to fuck yourself?
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The way alternate Yoongi lays sprawled out on the mattress is heavenly to the point that Yoongi finds he has to pinch himself just to make sure this is not a dream. He is very much awake and very much experiencing reality. 
The man shivers while Yoongi runs lube-sticky fingers over his nipples and down the curves of his torso. He huffs quick breaths from his pretty, kiss-swollen lips, eyes screwed closed while he adjusts to the girth of his own cock. 
Everything down to tiny moles and knobby joints and the gravelly quality of his guest's voice is identical. Yoongi knows he should not enjoy this so much, but god, how could he help himself?
"You can move now," alternate Yoongi mutters somewhat desperately. "Please."
Yoongi gives him light pinches on his nipples and rolls them between his thumb and index finger. "Say please again," he softly commands. 
Alternate Yoongi sighs and trembles as he attempts to create friction by digging his heels into the bed and moving his hips. Ordinarily, Yoongi would scold his bottoms for being so greedy, but he rather likes watching himself squirm. 
"Please," his clone finally whimpers. He opens his pretty, angry eyes and does his best to plead with them. Breathtaking. "Please, Yo-Yoongi."
Yoongi grins and leans nice and close, pressing himself deeper into the man's tight, heavenly ass and making him sigh. "Say our name again."
He wonders what it must be like for the poor guy to look up and see himself towering over himself. He wonders whether that Yoongi would be into the idea of fucking him next. 
"Yoongi," the pretty man mutters pathetically. "Please."
"You sound so pretty when you beg," Yoongi teases, leaning close enough to flick his tongue over the man's lips. 
Alternate Yoongi sighs and jerks his head to the side. "For fucks sake," he grumbles. "Just fuck me already. Please."
"Awe," Yoongi mockingly coos. "Is pretty Yoongi embarrassed by how good his own cock feels?"
The man sighs once more and glares at him. This makes Yoongi laugh. 
"No need to be ashamed, pretty Yoongi. I happen to love how tight and warm we feel."
"This is so depraved," the man complains despite grinding his hips down, desperate for movement. 
With a hum, Yoongi sits up and says, "But you love it." He rubs his fingertips once more down alternate Yoongi's torso, then grips onto his hips as he adds, "I can tell."
"Please, Yoongi," the man begs as he digs his head into the pillow. "Please fuck me." He whimpers and writhes, and Yoongi cannot bite his tongue, eager to continue teasing the poor guy. 
"Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?"
A deep, frustrated groan works its way from deep in the man's throat, but before he can voice anything more, Yoongi pulls his hips back and snaps them forward. 
The sound that leaves alternate Yoongi's throat is pornographic and raspy—water crashing against a rocky shoreline. Despite having fucked his own body using someone else's as a host before, this feels different in a way that he struggles to comprehend. 
Yoongi wastes no time setting a pace that punches the breath from the pretty man's lungs and has him begging to let him cum. If alternate Yoongi is as sensitive as he is, then it is no wonder he is an absolute fucking mess. 
He holds onto the man's hips and pounds into him, doing his best to stave off the urge to bust for as long as possible and admiring the beauty before him. He now fully understands why his last conquest was so desperate to have him—to the point of destroying his own marriage. Poor bastard never stood a chance. 
"Please," alternate Yoongi begs, gripping tightly to the pillow with his hands raised over his head while his long hair fans out and clings to his face from sweat. 
Yoongi leans forward and collects enough saliva in his mouth to drop a sizable amount down onto the shaft of the man's cock. This makes him gasp and jolt, and Yoongi begins to gather even more spit, too amused not to do it again.
"Please, please," alternate Yoongi begs, voice broken and perfectly accentuating the firm, rhythmic slap of skin against skin. He even clenches his walls in what Yoongi imagines to be a desperate plea to urge him to do what he wants. 
Yoongi is close, and he decides he may as well give in. He wants to watch himself come completely undone beneath him. 
"Alright, alright," he says, lifting a hand from the man's hip to reach for his neglected cock. "I'll give my pretty Yoongi what he needs. I can't hold on much longer, anyway."
He grips onto alternate Yoongi's spit-slick cock and tugs, causing every muscle in the poor man's body to seemingly clench and shake. 
"Fuck," alternate Yoongi rasps, body bowing from the bed. "Feels good. Please don't stop."
Yoongi feels hypnotized as he watches his hand stroke the man's length—as he watches his nearly identical match quake and sob the closer he gets. As the man's cock begins to pulsate, Yoongi feels himself climb closer and closer to the precipice of bliss. 
With a desperate, broken sob, alternate Yoongi cums, shooting his release onto his chest while Yoongi continues to stroke him and fuck him nice and deep. The man's ass clenches tightly, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm not too unlike that of Yoongi's thrusts, and he absolutely fucking loses it. 
"Shit," Yoongi spits, releasing the man's dick so he can anchor both hands against the mattress for stability. Alternate Yoongi continues to moan and squeeze, clearly drifting from pleasure to overstimulation, and the sight, sound, and feeling makes Yoongi's head spin.
"Fuck, you're killing me," he whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth as his own orgasm rushes over him. "I'm gonna cum, pretty Yoongi."
Yoongi's hips stutter and still, and he practically falls forward, emptying himself into a nearly identical version of himself who continues to babble incoherently and tremble. 
This is what worship should feel like, Yoongi is certain of it. He racks his brain for anything that has come close to being this depraved and incredible—this absolutely fucking euphoric—and he finds he cannot top this experience. This is nirvana.
Yoongi collapses onto himself, burying his face into his guest's neck. His skin, his sweat, his hair, everything smells familiar, and Yoongi does his best not to slip into a state of sleep and comfort. 
"Gimme a breather," Yoongi mutters through gasping breaths. "Then you can fuck me and I'll send you home."
Alternate Yoongi scoffs but does not seem too eager to get away. 
"You've gotta be kidding me," he grumbles. 
"Once in a lifetime opportunity," Yoongi says to sweeten the deal, grinning despite likely not being seen. 
Silence hangs, then alternate Yoongi shifts, sliding out from underneath Yoongi and forcing Yoongi to roll onto his back with large, firm hands pressing against his shoulders. 
"Alright," the man says, "but I'm going to be fucking rough. You seem like a sick little bastard who likes pain, so I am going to make it hurt."
Yoongi's heart soars, and he smiles widely at the pretty, nearly identical man with long hair and a curious scar. "Make me cry, Yoongi."
Alternate Yoongi towers over him and spreads his legs roughly, then spits onto his fingers and begins prodding at his rim. Yoongi moans unabashedly, instantly slipping into overwhelming pleasure-pain as the man roughly begins to finger him. 
How the fuck will he explain this one to Jeongguk when he returns home?
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WOW WHOO. that was a wild one. DID YOU HAVE FUN?!?!?! i miss Dollhouse Yoongi a lot! it's fun getting into his head just a little. and, of course, our hot mafia boss Yoongi really does love to beg, doesn't he??? .😈😈😈
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valve3nthusiast · 5 months
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Drift taking a trip with the briefcase to go back in time to a few months he lost the memory of by head injury
Finding Deadlock
And fucking him
He does the bare minimum of disguise (no autobrand, optics changed to a less noticeable yellow, adjusting his vocalizer so he doesn't sound exactly the same as Deadlock) and is pleasantly surprised when he doesn't have to do much convincing before Deadlock agrees to frag him. They have wonderfully amazing and nasty sex, Drift gets some sort of weird emotional catharsis out of it, Drift peaces out knowing he never remembered this later
Meanwhile, Deadlock POV:
A mech that looks like a cross between his ideal type and his idealized self walks up to him and asks to frag. Deadlock takes a moment to be creeped out by the autobot intelligence division... before saying yes, because the sex will probably be good even if this guy is an ops agent
He might need to reevaluate that judgment, because even an ops agent would have trouble faking this amount of enthusiasm. Mystery Mech rides his spike like it's the last thing he wants to do before he dies, and begs Deadlock to hurt him with the prettiest little whines. If the (maybe?) autobot wants to get hurt, who is he to say no? (Plus, it's practically illegal to not bite those thighs)
Deadlock pins him down on the berth, thrusting into him hard and fast. The maybe-autobot gives him this taunting little smirk, like he isn't affected at all, and something about it is blindly infuriating. For some reason, this mech makes an ugly, unquantifiable emotion rise up in his processor, and an unbelievable amount of charge light up his array
Deadlock, with a hand behind each knee and claws digging into him, forces Mystery Mech's legs up and bends him into a mating press. The little punched-out ah! ah! ah! noises he makes as Deadlock doubles his effort to brutally pound into that slick valve is music to his ears
By the time they're done, Mystery Mech would look like he'd been mauled if not for the blissed out expression on his face. They both fall into a light recharge, but Deadlock is wide awake again as soon as Mystery Mech starts moving. He's expecting that assassination attempt now, but instead the mech quietly leaves his room and seems to dissappear into thin air
He's still wondering what happened to Mystery Mech when some dumbass wings him in the head during a battle. He wake up later with a gap in his memory, now tragically ignorant to what was honestly some of the best sex he's ever had
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selfcestmovies · 3 months
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This one feels a little bit more obvious, right?
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I don't think Natasha Romanoff would be able to keep her hands off herself.
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catwouthats · 6 months
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Sylvie shipping lokius 🤝 Mobius shipping sylki
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lokimortal · 7 months
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I've gone slightly crazy recently
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nostalgia-tblr · 8 months
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i'm stupidly pretentious about my pornographic fanfiction, i INSIST it's not really about the filth it's about some dubious study of the characters. yes they are naked but what matters is that their SOUL is naked. they tremble with both overwhelming lust and existential ANGUISH. the real climax was the profound psychological insights we made along the way.
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dmsr-art · 6 months
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For Nona x Alecto, my first thought was "how would Alecto react to Nona's anger outburst?" I just had this idea that Alecto wouldn't be interested in Nona until Nona went berserk, this unstoppable wordless rage.
And Alecto would be excited. Because here is Meat in its most primal form. No words. No justifications or tactics or whiny bullshit. Just screaming, blood and pure violence.
The resulting clash lasts for a while, as both of them heal too fast to stop. But hours later Nona is finally too exhausted to move, and passes out in Alectos arms.
And from there I don't have solid reasoning, as we don't know much about Alecto, but having encountered humanity in its rawest form (Nona's boundless love, wordless understanding and perception, and mindless capacity for violence) she has to ensure Nona remains pure, uncorrupted by things like "manners" or "norms." Wild, unrestrained and free. True to herself in a way no other living person is.
And if that occasionally means having to collar/muzzle her during a violent outburst or fucking her until she passes out from overstimulation when Nona is Horny, well Alecto is willing to indulge all of Nona's needs.
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OUGHHH..... I DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO ADD..... THIS IS JUST REALLY GOOD THANKS
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lost-tardis-room · 1 month
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anyone ever think about this.
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Thinking about posting a little list of my headcanons about each of the princesses, their separate genders, what names they like to go by so they don’t get each other mixed up, who considers each other family and who considers each other as lovers and all that…
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arink22 · 2 months
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Well um…… full is in the telegram channel.
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subsequentibis · 4 months
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i can't stress enough how badly the man who sold the world tape in mgsv made me need to like bite my own arm off and run around in circles. i'd been told venom was a body double before i started watching my bf play so that wasn't surprising but the way it was FRAMED did things to me. he's not an imposter or a stand in or a false double he IS big boss because they are both together big boss because big boss is just the legend not the man and now he is part of the legend and his actions are in service of the grand plan and he's PART of the narrative and of equal importance and and and. and he walks through the mirror and accepts it and thrives in it and dies for it.
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