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nordidia · 6 months
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you guys have like. two and a half week left of happiness. sorry
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c10v3r · 2 months
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NNOOOO NOO LIGTHJBULLLB DDONT HOLD ITT INM
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qackiess · 6 months
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babymaking with predaking woooo‼️‼️
nsfw!!
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Yall another part to this is locked n loaded so just let me know if i should continue it lmao
Predaking had been acting very odd as of late. It wasnt exactly unpleasant, just strange. He was much more possessive, way more touchy with you, especially your stomach, and he was in the nest more often than not. His loud snoring echoed throughout your shared cave, it was charming in a way, when you weren’t the one sleeping beside him every night.
You carefully stepped into the soft nest he had created just for the two of you. After abandoning the Nemesis, Predaking wasted no time finding a home for the two of you to take refuge in.
Once you were fully in the nest you would lie down beside him, spooning him, or atleast attempting to; the size difference being humorous.
Carefully, you wrapped your servos and pedes around his large, surprisingly tense frame. His intakes hitching almost instantly at this, almost flinching. You were surprised at this, as he was usually a very deep sleeper.
“Apologies, my king, did I wake you?” You questioned with a sympathetic tone.
“..indeed.” He gruffly replied.
“Sorry.��
He pushes himself up from the comfy warmth of the nest, turning to face you, his optics practically glowed in the dark depths of he cave. “It’s forgiven, my Conjunx. Do not fret.” He grumbled, resting his servos on your waist, and pulling you in closer; he was very…warm. In return you would nod with a soft smile. His chassis deeply rumbled against you.
“I take it you slept well, yeah?” You questioned, lightly tracing his sharp, spiky frame.
He again would flinch at your affectionate touches, this of course being concerning for you. You hesitated before eventually speaking up on his strange behavior.
“Predaking, are you…well?” You questioned.
His glowing orange optics widened at this, staring deep into yours. He only continued to shake.
“Predaking..?”
You asked for the second time, this time reaching to rest a servo on his faceplate, softly caressing, you gasped and instinctively yanked your hand away…he was burning hot.
You quickly regained your composure before exclaiming, “Predaking, you are on fire..! Are you ill?”
His dilated optics were trained on you, watching your every movement, he seemed almost in a trance. Once he snapped out of it, he quickly responded. “No, no! I am, healthy…i am..just…”
He took a deep, shaky intake before continuing, yet he sounded almost…in pain. “I am…am simply-“ He deeply gasped, his frame going ridged. “Frag, frag frag..!”
A heavy, hot pang of need traveled through him, it was irresistible, he couldn’t keep his composure.
He whimpered out, his grip on your waist tightening. “I need you. I..I must. It has been much too long-!” Your optics widen at his words. “Predaking, what are you talking about?” He suddenly mounted you, sitting between your thighs; making you gasp.
“A heir.” He growled. You felt energon rush to your faceplates. “Wh-what?! King, what has gotten into you?” He leans down, a predatory gaze locked onto you as he positions his mandibles right beside your audial.
“Who am i, Predaking, to deny my programming, my instincts, and us; of a heir?” He questions.
“Oh…” You would understandingly reply. It makes sense now, his unusual behavior, it was his heat, his natural instinct to reproduce. He deeply sighs.
“Though, i would never go against my mate’s wishes. I beg, will you please, allow me the honor of sparking you?”
Lust fogged his processor, he continued, though barely audible.
“My mate…such a beautiful family we could have, cant you imagine..?”
He propped your helm up with a sharp digit, making you look into his gorgeous, glowing orange optics; love-filled, yet desperate.
“Please.” He begged
You gasped as soft thrusts could be felt against your modesty panel, causing your pedes to be pushed farther apart, and Predakings labored pants clouding your mind. Your spark was pounding, it was all so sudden…
“Of..of course, Predaking. I would be honored to.” You whispered.
He purred in delight, lightly rubbing his helm against yours; “Yes, yes…thank you, my mate.” He lightly smiles, his half lidded optics staring deep into yours.
“I can assure you, you will not be disappointed, my dearest.”
He presses his helm against yours, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer, positioning him perfectly against your sensitive plating. He was drooling at this point, completely drunk on the euphoric idea of filling you completely, until he is all you can think of. Resting a heavy, caring servo against your tanks he continues to stare down at your sprawled out figure.
“I’m so eager, so very eager to fill you so impossibly deep, to knot you, my queen/king, until you can barely speak, we are going to make such lovely sparklings together..I cannot wait to see you carry my brood…”
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moranaaaaaaaa · 12 days
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Doctor who fandom, I really need your help right now
I would really appreciate if you could tell me what kind of puns you can find in the series! And by puns I mean a play of words, the device that is difficult to translate
Pretty please 🙏✨
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xamaxenta · 5 months
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Smacks lips obnoxiously* well the MAS ladies ya see, they started as small fry’s
Ya have the heir, sabo the daughter of a corrupt politician dealin with the gangs under the tables, don’t let that cute figure fool ya she’s got a revolver tucked under those panty hose
Ya got the street rat, Ace the lady dressin as a dude to get work, currently employed by sabos father to be the heiresses bodyguard/driver.
Ya got the madame, Marco, whitebeards first born and right hand, raised in the criminal underground soon to inherit the wb gang if word on the street is true.
But in a twist of events that no one coulda foresaw these fine ladies came to together to form a collaboration of sorts turning the underground on its head and cementing their spot as top dogs as it were
Now how did such a thing ‘appen?
Well it starts in Brooklyn, on a Friday night..
👀 im totally tucking myself in bed like this is gonna be the story of a lifetime
Listen you have me in a fucking chokehold at Ace dressing up as a man to get work and being hired as Sabo’s bodyguard that is so insanely hot i am on my knees i am begging like a little stray pls feed me more of this plspslspslslslspslls
I lvoe… woemn MAS
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ver0nica985 · 2 months
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I miss my wife.
-😜🎉
GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!!!!!
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fictiontbh · 3 months
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Can somebody pls help me find that one "so... no zukka? 3:" Comic pls I need it so much rn
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quei · 2 years
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Im at work right now. help
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I was bored and wrote this. I ain't the greatest writer, I'm more of an artist, so apologies if it sucks lol
Where it all started.
chapter one, the prince's return.
Everything got covered in snow, it looked like it was winter, but it was the middle of August!
Snow was everywhere, gigantic spikes of ice covering and towering houses, ice statues that once used to be people were around, screams of agony by other victims who were dying because of the now headless and animated statues, children running away, others trying to save their loved ones by the many dangers around, it was a mess. What was he thought was gonna be a joyous day, turned into a nightmare.
There he laid, the prince, on the verge of death, with the chains now made of ice, and snow covering the floor entirely.
Despite his energy being gone, he still found some to shiver. He was so so tired, but his body shivered, shook anyway.
He couldn't feel a thing anymore and he what he once knew started to slip from his mind.
His body was numb, he could barely feel it, the more he stayed here, the more he forgot he was on a wall dying.
Where was he again? What was he name?
What even happened?
All he wanted was to sleep, really. He wanted to say sorry to Vanessa, but he has long forgotten why, or maybe he never understood why she was mad in the first place, he thought she liked flowers?
his name has been forgotten along with many other things, in his head there was only that accident that happened not so long ago..maybe a few minutes ago..an hour? He doesn't know. He wasn't counting. All he could think of was the sight of her love turning into that monstrosity upstairs, and for some unknown reason, he still found some tears to cry about it. Not like he had anything else to do. His throat hurt, he couldn't move. All he could do was cry and wait for his death.
And when it came, he almost didn't believe it. it felt like he was reborn again, full of energy, full of emotions and thoughts, so many things that he almost thought he was really just alive, and that whole accident was just a bad dream of his.
but he was wrong, he could tell, as much as he wanted to believe it wasn't real, it was. Very much so.
he could hear screaming, death, he could somehow smell death coming from all places. He looked down at himself, standing, where he once was. No body, for ..some reason, but instead just him. Just his dark purple hands, his dark purple feet, and snow. Nothing else.
He couldn't see himself in the face, but it didn't really matter, he was free.
Sad for him, the door of the basement was closed, the snow was probably covering it to the other side, and it was too heavy for him to push off,
So that meant he had to pass through the manor. But no big deal! He knows the manor like the back of his hand! He can probably just say sorry to Vanessa now, too.
What can go wrong?
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Everything. Everything can go wrong.
he doesn't know how, but everything went from bad, to horrible. the moment Vanessa saw him, she screamed and started to chase him like a predator would to a pray. He is now hidden under a table, she is roaming around. He is scared. He doesn't know if he's hyperventilating or not. He doesn't know even if he's breathing, but now he just wants to get out.
She's too mad, he can't talk to her, he has to wait.
Also, he doesn't wanna get hurt, not after he finally feels so great!
so he had to wait for Vanessa to get out of the room so he could sprint out of the manor, and that was oddly easy. he didn't even make a sound! maybe because he's not wearing shoes? Is he wearing shoes? He just has some..purple feet. Are those his boots? They were purple right?
Dosen't matter, what matters is what he found outside! He couldn't even recognize his own village!
It was his, right? He remembers wearing a crown, he was a prince or something. So, it must have been his, right?
His kingdom! What has happened!?
he could still see blood around, dead people, headless statues walking around, ice..ice everywhere!
He felt like throwing up, but he couldn't. He felt like crying and even if he was crying, he couldn't feel his eyes tearing up.
he also thought of hiding from those ugly headless statues (he never liked those statues in the first place. They gave him the chills. Now they move and are headless?! the worst!) But they ignored him. They attacked everything but him. Is it because he's the prince? Or because of his weird purple look? (He still hasn't seen his face, he wonders if it looks weird too.)
but again, it wasn't something that really mattered for him, he didn't even wanna deal with those. But instead he ran as fast as he could (he felt oddly light, like if he was floating, but he could see his legs moving like if he was running!) To the village, but there wasn't any chance anyone survived!
Half of the Village was completely covered in snow the ice spread until the bridge and more statues appeared. But they weren't headless or the ones he hated so much, they were..ice statues. the moment it clicked on who these ice statues were, he had to look away and take a breath.
"Alright...alright.. it's-it's fine. Y- t.. it's okay..m-maybe there's.. survivors?..gosh, I hope so." He felt like he was out of breath, but could he be out of breath?
was it because he was crying? Was he even crying? He felt numb for the most part, but unlike in the cellar, this numb feeling felt normal, rather than exhausting.
But to his surprise and relief, thanks to him avoiding making eye contact with the ice statues, he found a small child. He was shaking, he was probably freezing there like the prince did in the cellar.
"Oh, little child! There you are! And I here I thought there was no one else here..uhm...alive." were the ice statues even alive?
The more he talked, the more he got close to the child, and for a moment he thought he could hug them and comfort them, but...
They ran in fear, screaming about a scary ghost or something.
He wasn't a scary ghost! He was the prince of subcon! Prince....the prince! Yeah!
He felt almost offended, but maybe he just didn't look like himself? I mean, maybe he looked super tired or- blue from the cold! he needs a mirror.
But later!! Now his mission was to go after the kid, who knows what they could find there! It could be dangerous! They could trip and get hurt! Or trip and fall and die! Or get eaten by a bear! Or meet those scary spiders that were always around the forest! Or more of those statues!
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Vanessa wasn't kidding when she said he needs to stop overthinking.
But- whatever!! it's- he can overthink this, the kid might actually be in danger!
So he went after the kid. again with the feeling of floating, but it was easy to get used to it.
He really wonders what he looks like. Maybe instead of blue he's purple? Or maybe it's the lighting? He surely dosen't look good! I mean he was trapped for like..an hour. Ugh, he doesn't know! In that cellar, while he froze to death. Maybe he looks like those ice statues.
But wouldn't that mean they are always awake and conscious like him? he doesn't seem to be covered in ice though?
if he could find a mirror he could - ugh right! He could have seen himself in the mirror in the manor! He was being very sneaky anyway, Vanessa wouldn't have heard him, he's so stupid sometimes! His memory really needs to be checked.
Maybe once this is solved he can go to a doctor, he probably need a doctor, right? I mean, he's purpl-
"STOP RIGHT HERE, YOU GHOUL!"
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lohyna · 3 months
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happy birthday jesus (full on my bluesky page)
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papabearbobbynash · 2 months
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Me reading about Buck in self-discovery season
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drakkonyan · 1 month
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Ever since I am an ace attorney fan, when I see myself in the mirror, I am cursed with the knowledge I could pull out Phoenix's haircut with enough hair gel
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ryansen · 3 months
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I'm fucking died😭
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ratstuckinamarble · 5 months
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@lulughoul my ship may have been sunk but I'm sinking with it. If anyone wants to pay me a visit you can find me at the bottom of the ocean.
...I am already getting overtaken by marine organisms.
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hi u guys should totally give me some music recommendations
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I'll keep pretending that is a secret... but I love John Marston...shhhh... 🤫🤐🙊 He's so obnoxious but at the same time so sharp. His sarcastic sense of humor is brilliant and totally on point. Also he pretends to be so tough but is full of unresolved trauma and he's still a scrawny teenager in the bottom of his heart 🥺
Also I would love to caress his hair at night until he falls asleep, probably blabbering or probably just saying absolutely nothing.
Help me 😭 I'm in love with a bunch of pixels and there's no remedy for this disease.
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