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magicturtle · 2 years
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Pavlov is too comfy
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Though Ivan Pavlov’s experiments in dog salivation are well known, few know of his work in teaching dogs to speak on command, even constructing a special “oratory” for his Labrador Retrievers. To this day, “Lab-oratory” remains the common term for a location built to conduct experiments.
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warandpeas · 1 year
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Mr. Pavlov
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leondal1on · 26 days
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lets wear matching collars but yours is attached to the leash in my hand to remind you that i own you every time i tug on it, forcing you to fuck my cunt impossibly deeper, and mine has a cute lil bell on it that rings furiously as you pound me into the mattress so you can hear just how good your puppy cock feels in my kitten parts ♡︎
now everytime you hear that small jingle from the bell around my neck, your knot starts swelling and you drool at the thought of me forcing you to empty your litter inside my eager pussy again.
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0800-p1llowhump3r · 29 days
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istg I'm losing my mind over the idea of being fucked on someone's cock as they forced me to watch whatever porn they want. I literally have no choice but to get off to it, regardless of how depraved or disgusting it is, and the thought of being used as they fuck up into me and grip my head so I have no choice but to watch whatever they want me to?? like please please please 🥺
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darbydraws · 1 year
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So you can get addicted to this X
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ninjafuuzz · 1 month
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the evil stache bj propaganda
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razzafrazzle · 1 month
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two funny ladies who make pastries together. they are not very good at it but what they lack in skill they make up for in Dedication To Sucking Less. also they're trans
[image description: a drawing of two original characters named marjorine and pavlova. marjorine is a short, thin anthro cat with black and tan fur and a nervous expression. pavlova is a tall, chubby pink anthro dog with floppy ears and a ditzy expression. both of them are wearing chef uniforms. end id]
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mosstrades · 2 months
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THE FUCKING TMA VIOLINS AS [ERROR] EMERGES. YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME YOU CANT FUCKING DO THAT TO ME YOU CANT YOU CANT
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kneelingshadowsalome · 8 months
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Hey girlie, I'm such a big fan of yours!! I think your work is PHENOMENAL, like IM LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH EVERYTIME YOU POST. So, the other day, me and my baby cousin were watching Frozen. And you know how there is this one big sweet guy that got mad because he got offended (I think his name is Oaken? You can look him up) and I IMMEDIATELY thought of König. Imagine him having his own little wooden shop( like that man from Frozen) up in the cold Alps, and one day, our dear Engel comes through the door, shivering from the big snow storm outside, saying that she's seeking shelter at least until the storm outside subsides. What would König do?
Omg this is just another cabin König to me! But with a pinch of silliness 🧚🏼‍♀️
Guy wanted some solitude after failing in life big time, he has no interest in socializing (or so he tells himself at night), he’s perfectly happy here in the middle of nowhere with no one to hold close his heart when there’s a blizzard outside…
Even hot chocolate tastes better alone, yeah, and ski trips are nice when you can set the pace yourself and admire the mountains with no one in sight. It’s not like he ever imagined a cute girl beside him on those warm sunny days when the snow looks like gelato and glitter, just the sort of thing he'd wrestle her into and then steal a kiss...
Nor does he miss the sound of soft, light-hearted giggle as he skis downhill to his cabin and heats up the sauna, wondering how lucky he is that there’s so few customers here and all of them are men. Otherwise he would have to be careful when he’s walking around in nothing but a towel–
The bell chimes, and someone comes in, of course it’s a woman, the first woman he’s seen in these parts or in his little shop ever. And here he is, sheened in sweat... Wearing only a thin white towel about his waist, the linen already wet and clinging to his thighs from the heat of the sauna.
There's an actual woman standing inside his humble tradepost, looking like a creature born from wind and snow, like a little Christmas tree decoration that has frosting all over it.
Cute little lips, a kissable mouth; that’s the first thing he notices on her, and he never thought of kissing Christmas decorations before… Men usually look like ice devils when they arrive inside his hut, but this little lady only looks like a winter night’s spirit, a little confused and lost. Her spirit eyes are glued to his junk before they rise to meet his softening stare, and who can blame her for staring when the first thing she sees upon coming in is a half naked man?
“Uh, welcome,” he manages to say while his cock gives a happy little jump under the towel as well, giving its own excited welcome to this woman.
She'd not dressed properly at all for a weather like this – why anyone would insist on wearing a dress in these temperatures is beyond him, but if he was her, uhm, brother or father, he would never have allowed her to go outside without proper winter gear.
Poor thing looks like she’s freezing to death, the bottom half of her dress coated in crystalline snow. If he had known that this lady was out there, trying to get somewhere warm, he would’ve come to her rescue at once…
“Um. Are you the shop owner…?” She asks delicately, still hugging herself from the attempt to stay warm.
“Yes. I mean, no... Uh… This is a trading post,” he stutters with his words, as if talking to women was somehow completely different than talking to men.
She furrows her brows and examines his body again, not at all interested in the items he has in stock. No woman has ever seen him in this state, no woman has ever looked at him like he’s the item here. She looks like she’s not sure if she wants to buy him or not.
“There’s also a sauna,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice, because he is damn well proud to have such luxury here. “Do you want to come…?”
“Do I want to come to the sauna…? With you?”
“No, I mean, you can go by yourself. It’s free of charge for the ladies.”
Such brazen discount he came up with just now, desperately wanting for her to stay. Besides, she needs the warmth after whatever adventure she’s been through. It would not be gallant to charge her for warming herself and getting that dress dry.
He wonders how she would look like in one of his woolen shirts. She would have to wear his clothes after the sauna, of course, he has no spare women’s clothing here. He will have to remember to be apologetic about it while presenting her with his clothes, secretly hoping they will catch her scent once she snuggles safely inside them and thanks him for everything he's done for her so far... She would probably look the cutest in his dark green knit, or the midnight blue one...
“Oh,” she says, slowly warming up to his offering. His cock is more than half hard by now, and he clasps his hands in front of it, trying to feign the movement as a casual posture shift although he’s anything but casual and relaxed.
And she’s not easy to trick; he might as well have pulled the towel away and shown her his cock in all its glory. She eyes his covered erection with a cat-like curiosity, a small little smile playing on her lips. Long lashes reveal a playful stare, slowly melting under the dim lamps of the cabin.
“I mean, of course you can come with me, if you want…”
Shit... That just came out of his mouth even if he tried to swallow the words. The inviting smile on her lips starts to quiver: she’s stifling a laugh, she’s giggling at him.
A flush rises on his cheeks, he can feel it, the erection now jumping against his palm, wildly and demandingly, as if wanting to join her in her mirth.
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collegeboysam · 10 days
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daniel is an investigative journalist who owns random shit he can't remember getting like a shirt that says "guinness world record of eating my ancient boyfiend's dick and balls nasty style - greece, 1981" and is still like "yeah i was gay for pay. i did it only for drugs. i have never been to greece btw. who knows where this came from i don't remember that decade at all anyway." brother...please instrospect.
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mysicklove · 10 months
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conditioning a boy to get horny just from hearing the petname you call him in bed :/
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toreodere · 6 months
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UH OH dumbass, you just got PAVLOVED!
Ring this bell to totally PAVLOV your pals.
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blondepw · 8 months
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i cant quite explain it but they’re all cousins
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crazybagelbitch · 3 months
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Lisa Cuddy... the woman that you are
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amymbona · 1 month
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Salivating like a hungry dog but he took it too seriously.
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