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futvnvri · 2 years
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alice by tarakanovich
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urghblergh · 2 months
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Star Trek TOS Screenshot Redraw VI, but make it gay(er). 🌌
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sleepymccoy · 4 months
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What's worse than having a secret crush on a colleague? It's having a secret crush on a completely oblivious and accidentally sexy colleague
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elegy-if · 2 months
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Nsfw i wonder since the MC have razor sharp teeth which of the ROs would be comfortable in letting them giving them oral?
LOLLLLL yeah i’ve actually sat down to think about this myself before.
specifically sable (insane weirdo) and eris (also an insane weirdo) would be fine with it off the bat in a relationship. sable def has dabbled in reading monster romance books so this is a dream come true for them. eris is just a sicko.
the others would be scared for a bit, but willing to try eventually. i think ??? would take the longest tho. which is funny bc they have sharp teeth too, though not to the extent that mc has.
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thxnks4themrms · 5 months
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U ever feel your taste buds getting horny
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onlycosmere · 2 years
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ifdragonscouldtalk · 1 year
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@aurumacadicus i love ur rut idea and wanna raise you to a different fandom because i constantly have omegaverse Thoughts
Imagine spock, technically an omega but functionally... a vulcan, who have ever different sexes/genders than humans, and so has experienced one (mild) heat and many mild suppression shots, and jim, big (lol) bad (nah) alpha (this is true) of the ship (most people would actually say this is scotty) beginning a very sweet relationship. Spock ain't no blushing virgin but okay he's not super adventurous and maybe vulcan has different views of sex than earth and maybe he just enjoys how loved and sweet jim makes him feel when they engage coitous ("we make love spock, please") so maybe it slips his mind the finer points of human sexuality for awhile until jim starts getting weirdly aggressive and territorial.
Okay, this is fine, he can handle this!! A rut can't be that different than pon farr, and even a strong human like jim cant hurt him too badly without serious effort. He can totally handle this. :) (he is both scared and horny.) "Spock, buddy, I'm gonna have to lock you two in," Bones tells him, and he thinks haha, another funny human joke! ... right? Only Bones is dead serious, and normally maybe he wouldve laughed but he kinda wants spock to actually know what he's getting into.
"Pardon?"
"I can lock your door too, if you don't want him getting in there and scenting and destroying everything. Yknow, the one in the bathroom?" Spock isn't sure how to answer. Bones keeps going. "You might want access though, in case you need to nest. His rut might trigger your heat, yknow? It's HIGHLY unlikely, but you might want that safety net, if you don't mind some ripped pillows. We can move the breakables now if we're fast enough and he doesnt hear me with you."
Turns out Jim is one of those alphas who's kicking snarling growling grabbing breaking in a rut and Bones had to deal with his territorial bullshit all through the academy. Luckily Bones never keeps anything of value anyway. Spock thinks Bones expects him to be scared by this, but instead something ancient and unknown to him in his vulcan blood purrs and stretches at the thought that he should willingly be allowed to go in that territory and be part of it.
Spock learns A LOT of things about himself during Jim’s rut :)
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evi-anxiety · 5 months
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Any man who does yoga is a fuckable man
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sun-3-160 · 6 months
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*through gritted teeth* i havent written fanfic in multiple years okay??
(check the tags for tws i guess?? its pretty par for the course for saw)
Mark Hoffman was on the verge of losing consciousness when he heard the door bang open. Jill coming back to finish the job, no doubt. But when he looked up from where he was collapsed on the floor, it was Special Agent Strahm standing over him.
"You've lost a lot of blood." No shit.
Strahm glared down at him, arms crossed. His voice sounded terrible, still hoarse from the self-performed tracheotomy that he did only days prior {AN: is this accurate to the timeline?}. He still had a bandage over his throat that—judging by the pink stain in the middle of it—he hadn't been changing as often as he was meant to. Hanging off of his shoulder was a bag of some kind. There was an unsettling glint in Strahm's eyes that put him deeply on edge, but his face was otherwise expressionless. Hoffman squinted, the man's face going in and out of focus.
His head fell as he tried to push himself up along the wall and into a sitting position. His body felt weak and shaky from... well. Like Strahm said. He was still lying in a pool of his own congealing blood. At this point, it was cold and tacky, sticking to his sleeves and hands, and drenching his shirt. He looked up for a moment to see Strahm watching him struggle, arms still crossed and looming over him menacingly. When he finally got his arms under him, Strahm kicked his chest, forcing him back to the ground. He instinctively tried to catch himself with his mangled hand and let out a yelp of pain. Strahm uncrossed his arms, dropped the bag by Hoffman's head, and crouched down to his level.
"I ran into Jill Tuck... near the station. Sounded like she thought you were dead." It takes him a long time to speak, and he looks as if he is trying to hold back a grimace of pain, "She'll be real disappointed... when she sees this."
Strahm was no longer expressionless, instead smiling slightly. He moved a knee to the ground and leaned closer. Now that his face was close enough to see clearly, Hoffman could see the rage glinting in his eyes. He pushed himself back up again, this time leaning on his elbow instead of his hand.
"Speaking of..." Strahm looked away for a moment, coughing and squeezing his eyes shut, before looking back, "That looks pretty painful." He said with faux pity.
"Are you going to kill me Peter?" He asked, trying to minimize how far he opened his mouth. Strahm's smile fell and he gritted his teeth at the use of his first name.
"You don't deserve the... easy way out." Strahm snarled.
Hoffman watched as he reached for the bag, and took the opportunity to throw a punch at Strahm's jaw. Or rather, try to. He instead clipped his shoulder, his momentum bringing him down onto his stomach. This time, he didn't try to get back up immediately. Strahm flinched back from the hit, before letting go of the bag and grabbing Hoffman's good hand in a vice-like grip. He forced him onto his back again and threw a leg over him to sit his full weight on his chest, effectively immobilizing him. Hoffman thrashed against him for a moment, but he was so weak from pain blood loss that he couldn't even lift his free arm off of the ground. Strahm had his other arm pinned above his head.
He gave up trying to fight back, and resigned himself to gaze up at Strahm, vision still going in and out of focus. The man was positively seething at this point, and his nails were digging into Hoffman's wrist so hard it felt like he was going to draw blood.
"Your face looks... pretty bad." He muttered after a tense moment of silence.
Hoffman barked out a laugh which quickly became a whine of pain as he pulled at the wound on his face. He let his head fall to the side so Strahm could get a real good look at it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw him grimace, looking for a moment genuinely sorry for him.
Strahm was quiet for so long that he turned to look back up at him. He was looking away, free hand at the bandage on his throat.
He rolled his eyes, "Oh, don't pity me now. You came in here wanting me dead."
Strahm looked back at him with a glare, and he pushed up weakly against the hand holding his arm above his head.
"No. I came in here... to help." Strahm nodded his head toward the bag he had been trying to open. Probably medical supplies.
.oO0Oo.
{AN: Still need to connect the dots between the above and below sections}
He felt Strahm's grip tighten on his lower jaw, and his mouth was forced open slightly, so he could wrap his index finger around his teeth. His head was forced to the right and Strahm pulled his mouth open further. The flutter of nerves he felt at seeing the Special Agent's face that close to his own was frankly embarrassing given the circumstances. Strahm grimaced as he looked through the wound from the inside of his mouth.
"That's nasty. Oughta put you out of your misery now."
Hoffman let out a short bark of a laugh and did his best to spit a mouthful of blood onto Strahm's face (it landed on the hand holding his mouth open). He didn't want him to think he was too funny. Strahm flinched back, momentarily releasing his face to wipe the blood off onto Hoffman's shirt, before grabbing him again, tighter than before. He shifted above him, and suddenly there was a gun knocking against his teeth.
"I wasn't joking. I should put you down like a fucking dog." Strahm used the gun in tandem with his finger still hooked inside of his mouth so get him to open wider. He slipped the barrel of the gun into his mouth, fuuuuck, intentionally dragging it along his torn up cheek.
Hoffman cringed away from the gun, but he couldn't actually move his head back, given Strahm's grip on his jaw and the cold, grimy floor below him. He tried for a smile, but instead managed only a grimace and a throbbing ache spreading across the right side of his face. His humor slowly fell as he saw the look in Strahm's eyes. The man genuinely wanted to kill him.
He struggled to pull away, but the combination of Strahm's weight on his chest and the numbness spreading through his limbs meant he could do little more than shake in place. His breath caught in his throat and he involuntarily rutted up against the air, barely able to lift his hips off of the ground.
Strahm narrowed his eyes in disgust, "I— That's— there is something seriously wrong with you." He shoved the gun further into his mouth so he was gagging on the barrel and drooling over Strahm's right hand.
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futvnvri · 2 years
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ayanakitori
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gassybots · 2 years
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This man has a chokehold on me, I hope you guys like it salty!
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bottomspock · 1 year
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dreamt this so had to draw it
full image here (minors DNI)
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kakashisith · 9 months
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elegy-if · 6 months
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eris and ??? are my fav babies, with mc they would make a badass power/lethal couple I can't think of anything else. wild thought, eris using their hands to kill and mc licking all the blood clean, hm.
MC IS SUCH A FREAK THEY WOULD 100% DO THAT… mc does not have much fighting prowess besides Biting Heads Off and you kind of have to catch someone off guard to do that… if their opponent is expecting a fight, i can def imagine mc getting fucked up by someone, eris finishing the job, and in turn making sure mc is healed up in their own little fucked up way…
also this might be a little spoilery to say but it’s funny you like eris AND ??? because they have beef. said beef is mostly one-sided but it’s there…
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thxnks4themrms · 6 months
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Not surprised tbh
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silverwingborn · 2 months
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MY DISCORD BUDDY OUT HERE KILLING ME WITH LUCIFER AND ADAM’S WIVES-
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