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[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [127/?] ⤷ 1.21 — “Tooms”

[hellsgreatestsideshow]

「 🐎 He sat down on the sin's shoulder. This was much nicer than dangling way up high. ❝ Oh, they're the fucking best, but if you want something real fucking sweet you should try my pot brownies. ❞ He occasionally made those when he felt like he needed them. ❝ Here, take the whole bag big guy. ❞ He shook it in front of him. ❝ You know you want to~ ❞ 」

He was curious. He moved to sit Blitz safely on his shoulder. He then turned his hand up for the cookies. "Moxxie eh? Well I'll have to judge how good they are." He was trying to act like he didn't want them, but he rather did enjoy those sugary treats.

[northernpintail]

[tertain-the-original]

Jackalope centaur woman and her adopted dragon son…

[surreal-duck]

@midoyuzuweek day 5 | cooking / family

a curious older brother and a cautious little brother(?)

[septembermonologues]

i just love him so bad he's so me. my poor kicked puppy.

[oocducks]

[build-a-stim]

psyduck (2019) with water and animal/nature stims for anon

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[hellsgreatestsideshow]

「 🍎 The King had planned to respect the sinner's wishes and give him space whilst he either continued sexually engaging with whatever he would choose, or hang his head in embarrassment. His own head needed to wrap around the fact that the guy had snuck into his room to steal his belongings. The most rational answer, or one he would have suspected, was the buck taking out his frustration on something of his. Stories behind ripped clothes or broken objects could be fabricated to his dear, sweet, naive Charlie and easily mended magically. Yet, the discovery still had him quite surprised, even if he barely outwardly expressed it. Should he be flattered?

His eyes lifted to the shadow. His arms crossed and his index finger rested below his chin. This thing was trying to communicate with him. What? He seemed baffled, watching as its arms extended in a certain motion. Was this thing trying to flirt with him? He was really starting to question the sinner. Who knew hw was such a deviant. How much did Charlie actually know about him? He knew she was a grown woman but as a father he hoped she never saw this side of him. But delving into those thoughts would only produce unnecessary anger. So, he glanced in the direction the finger pointed. It was only when he pulled out a set of handcuffs did he understand the charades the shadow played.

Did the shadow want him to cuff him?

Could you even cuff a shadow? Wouldn't it just go right through and fall with a harsh thud to the floor? He examined the pair. Not bad, but hardly impressive. With barely any force applied, he watched as they snapped in half. These would hardly do for actual sexual play when one or both beings were physically strong. However, if they were for the shadow then...wait they weren't for the shadow were they? Turning his head back towards the sinner, his eyes widened. Really? He knew he was still here, right? Talk about no shame. And this time his poor coat really was going through the ringer. Sure, magic could repair it, and yes he had said to wash it then return it, but he didn't expect the guy to go so hard at it!

Was he experiencing rut? Wait, what month was this? Hadn't that season already come to a close? Did someone slip him something? The Alastor he dealt with was masked in refinement and etiquette. Not a horndog shredding their furniture. He couldn't wrap his mind around it. And the idea that the sinner could be turned on by him was so far back in his mind. So it had to be someone's doing. That was the answer. A fresh pair of handcuffs, golden in color, formed in his hands. He approached the sofa and wondered why this guy was hiding his face. Was it from shame? If he tried to leave again, would the shadow stop him? Maybe the shadow was trying to get him to help. The King reached out for the sinner's arms, realizing cruelly he would interfere with the stimulation.

If he succeeded, the buck's hands would be locked in the cuffs. ❝ What's gotten into you? Did someone drug you? Tell me who it is and I'll deal with it. ❞ Whether he liked these sinners or not, they were important to his daughter and her dream. So if someone had done something, then they would pay for it. He hardly paid the tentacle any mind. If it continued to pump so the sinner wouldn't be without some form of stimulation, then so be it. 」

「 🍎If another item was borrowed from his closet, he was none the wiser. The coat was the only article on his mind since he considered venturing out with one of the sinners. Could he have waited for his other coat to be washed? Yes, sort of. But it wouldn't be finished in time for an outing. His beloved daughter vouched for these sinners, so he was willing to give them a chance. After all, each was a part of her dream and had played their part in saving this establishment. And he rarely interacted with the souls that found themselves unlucky enough to enter this domain. He barely wanted to. Most were ungrateful. Every soul judged to this realm had done something unforgivable in their life that he didn't truly understand why Charlie made it her mission to try and redeem them. But here they were now.

And here he was with one of the vilest, whether accurate or based on personal feelings. Truthfully, the only two things that bothered him about this encounter were that the Radio Demon, his enemy, was the culprit and that he now had two dirtied coats. Aside from that, he couldn't care less about these sinners and their hormonal urges. Albeit, a bit surprised to see the one who talked like he had the most class, indulging so recklessly. Witnessing this sight was the last thing he thought his eyes would ever observe. Even in a split second, he took in what few details he could, ranging from the color of his fur to the limb between his legs.

He was a bit surprised that the deer was actually apologizing to him. ❝ What was that? No rebuttal? No short quips? ❞ Regardless of their difference in strength, they fought like cats and dogs. It was almost like a hobby. At least once a day one of them had to say something snarky towards the other. Hell may just freeze over if they actually got along. But this was the first time he had the deer cornered and he knew it. Admittedly, he reveled a bit in seeing him so vulnerable. Watching as he tried to hide his shame behind a piece of fabric. But there was a tinge of guilt beneath it all that he concealed. Alastor was clearly bothered by this meeting, that he didn't need to degrade him too much.

It was difficult not to notice the arousal, even if his eyes only shot down for what felt like a millisecond. Did the buck find excitement in getting caught? or was it something else the King was unaware of? Either way, with a bit of magic he conjured a red throw-sized blanket, offering it to the demon if he wished to hide his shame. He listened as the buck started to speak. Don't want to what? He waited, eyes piercing the other's giving him absolute contact. Listening further, hearing how he wasn't sure he could please him...Did Alastor think the King was going to sexually punish him? Is that what he didn't want? He wondered what was going through his head. If he were to indulge with the sinner, then he expected it to be consensual.

But he couldn't help but laugh when the suggestion was banishment. Oh, how he would have loved to do that the first time they met. Send his scrawny ass to another ring and never see him again. ❝ Well, if that's what you want. Then I hereby banish you. ❞ He waited a few moments, wanting to see his reaction before he continued. ❝ But I think you've been embarrassed enough for one day. ❞ And Charlie would never forgive him. ❝ I expect that coat back by tomorrow. ❞ He turned on his heel and headed in the direction of the door. A silhouette caught his attention in the corner, and instinctively he turned. Nothing there but...was that his bow tie? Really? Should he question it? Maybe later when the buck was decent. But why was he taking his things?

He shrugged and nearly reached for the door when a shadow blocked his path. One brow rose. He took a step to the side only to be followed by the thing. In fact, each time he moved it followed, blocking the door. Even if he could forcibly remove it, he didn't see the need for violence. But why wasn't it letting him leave? This thing that looked like Alastor, didn't it realize the man wanted him gone? He did, didn't he? You mind telling your buddy here to move? ❞ 」

[zephyraes]

STIM - SWIMMING DUCKS

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[incorrect-upon-a-witchlight]

Skrimm: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!

[floridianfireflyfaith]

Happy Color app Classic Disney collection - Part 6/??

[northernpintail]

Preening time

[taohun]

did a set of cassettes based on playlists my DND party made :} shoutout graphic design and jenny holzer my favorites are obviously leyla and mahi's (top two) but i also had a lot of fun making reine's (campaign bbeg)

[kacievvbbbb]

I’m bored so question for the community. What are some of y’all’s Mishanks/goth fam Modern AU headcannons?

[septembermonologues]

john carter you are like an oomf to me