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[the-ikran-man]

If you're still doing the number prompts,

5 and/or 9 would really go really great together with Jake Sully

prompts.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀“don’t stop.” — j. s.

⠀⠀ “i am yours to do as you please.” — j. s.

you and jake were always thankful when you both were alone.

with the kids, it was a lot harder to find time for yourselves. you enjoyed spending time with them, of course, but sometimes you just wanted to lean on your mate and forget all your worries.

and, for whatever reason, eywa decided to fulfill your wish.

the children went down rather easy, which was suspicious, yet you decided to be more grateful than curious. jake gives you a look, and you just shrug; he does as well. you both go to your shared room, but neither of you are genuinely tired. and, in a matter of seconds, your lips were on his.

you haven't touched him in so long, and the moment you got a chance, you took it without even a hint of hesitation. it seemed he felt the same way as his firm arms wrapped around your neck, tail swaying along with his hips.

his back was soon pressed against the mat you would merely cuddle on most night, too tired to do much else.

thank eywa this wasn't one of those nights.

jake spoke between kisses, encouraging you to pick up the pace, to take your damned tewng off. he was always talkative. you were somewhat lost in your own world while stripping both jake and yourself down, admiring his body, but you did catch a few things he said. "c'mon, need you.", "been so long, too long.", "don't stop."━ as if you ever would.

soon enough, you both were bare, and instead of kissing his lips, you'd move on to his neck, then his chest, then his stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to it. "god, i've missed this. you're gorgeous." it was muffled, but jake still heard it, chuckling breathlessly. "really? doesn't seem like it," he shifts, continuing as you pause, "you're taking too long." once again, he shifts, or attempts to, but this time you hold him in place.

"i will take as long as i want," gripping his thighs, you pull him closer, making him yelp. quickly, he clamps a hand over his mouth. the kids were sleeping, and he didn't want this to end. "you deserve to be savored. worshipped, even." his cheeks warm up. you know he has a thing for that.

a scoff, "well, then," he gathers his courage, looking you in the eye. he even had a playful smirk on his face. "i am yours to do as you please."

[the-ikran-man]

Sorry that we haven't been very active on this blog, we've been working on a shinny new one for our Welcome Home ocs.

You can find it here!: The Puppet Closet

There's only one post, but we hope to make many more soon!

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HELLOO I’m running another art raffle to celebrate 9k!! Thank you so much to all my followers, whether you’re new here or have stuck around since the beginning, ilysm 🥺🙏💖

Rules:

1. Like/Reblog to enter (1 reblog = 1 entry; go crazy yall)

2. Must be following me (I will check, so make sure to reblog from your primary account)

3. Raffle ends on JUNE 20TH @ 8PM PST

TWO randomly selected winners will receive a sketch page from me~ I will be contacting the winners directly, so please make sure your DMs are open! OCs/fanart/furries/humans all OK 👌

Good luck to everyone entering!! 😊💕

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Posting this on our main so more people see it

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You can only reblog this today or until the next Monday, June 19th, 2034.

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For real, like do people know how many adults still have things like stuffed animals in their room?

Or the older peps who watch things like miraculous lady bug?

Heck half our older fandoms are still here because some of the veterans of them haven't left yet.

So if you're an older furry in the community, you keep on being an older furry in the community. Go on and do your thing.

omg, this is the first time i’ve heard older furries refering to themselves as “gray muzzles” 🥺 that’s so cute!!

[the-ikran-man]

HELLOO I’m running another art raffle to celebrate 9k!! Thank you so much to all my followers, whether you’re new here or have stuck around since the beginning, ilysm 🥺🙏💖

Rules:

1. Like/Reblog to enter (1 reblog = 1 entry; go crazy yall)

2. Must be following me (I will check, so make sure to reblog from your primary account)

3. Raffle ends on JUNE 20TH @ 8PM PST

TWO randomly selected winners will receive a sketch page from me~ I will be contacting the winners directly, so please make sure your DMs are open! OCs/fanart/furries/humans all OK 👌

Good luck to everyone entering!! 😊💕

[the-ikran-man]

HELLOO I’m running another art raffle to celebrate 9k!! Thank you so much to all my followers, whether you’re new here or have stuck around since the beginning, ilysm 🥺🙏💖

Rules:

1. Like/Reblog to enter (1 reblog = 1 entry; go crazy yall)

2. Must be following me (I will check, so make sure to reblog from your primary account)

3. Raffle ends on JUNE 20TH @ 8PM PST

TWO randomly selected winners will receive a sketch page from me~ I will be contacting the winners directly, so please make sure your DMs are open! OCs/fanart/furries/humans all OK 👌

Good luck to everyone entering!! 😊💕

[the-ikran-man]

Reblog if you’re asexual/ace spec, support aces and/or just really love glow-in-the-dark stars ✨ 💫

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Could use some good luck kitty.

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We've already read this, but right now we've coherent enough to say some thing about it. And that something is...

FUCK-!

OH LORD-!

GOT GOOSEBUMPS-!

“rellenar” // miguel o’hara

something i wrote to help you all pass the time while i work on “te amo” chapter 3.

cw: fem!reader, size kink, pain kink. no spoilers or plot or anything just pure filth. minors and blank/ageless blogs do not interact!!

“you can take it, can’t you mamita?” miguel groans, grinning as he presses his lips against the shell of your ear.

you sniffle out pathetically because it’s clear that you can’t. you can’t take his fat cock bullying its way into you between a mess of spanish curses and you hiss when his claws skid against the plush of your thighs. thighs which are getting pushed farther and farther and farther back.

“m-míguel -“ you pant. his tongue strolls across his fangs - you‘re so pretty and delicious when you look like you’re about to cry.

“déjame entrar, princesa.” he snarls, sweat dripping throughout his brown hair. and you are trying - trying so hard to stop your tiny little cunt from squeezing down. you want him in but it wants him out - leaky and pulsing and convinced that something this big must be an intruder.

he groans when it clamps tighter and you let out a broken sob when his clawed hands grip harder, leaving red welts. it takes concentration to retract them and he should feel bad for hurting you - but he can’t concentrate when your broken noises makes him twitch inside you; miguel feels like he’s floating.

“miggy - h-hurts!”

“told you to let me the fuck in,” his hips snap forward wracking out another sob from you. he inhales sharply, fat mushroom-like head of his cock managing to slip deeper. a deep, sound of pleasure emits from his throat, pulling his claws away. they retract into his fingertips, your lips letting out a whimper of relief as they had come dangerously close to breaking the skin.

“gonna take the pain away,” he lies, immediately amplifying it with a heavy slap to the thigh. and another, and another, his large hot palm intent on making you shake. “you just have to open up for me, querida.”

miguel was always rough and your body always enjoyed it.

“puta madre…” he quietly marvels, thick veiny fingers reaching down to skid over your plump folds and clit. your juices easily coat his fingers, dripping out as your cunt cries transparent white tears of arousal from the controlled pain.

your face is equally teary and one of his hands moves to caress your ruddy cheeks.

“there she is.” he snarls out, finally slipping deeper and soaking in the leaking hot sense of relief that rushes around his cock. he lifts your waist as if you weigh nothing, making an easier angle to slide down into your wanting, crying little entrance. without warning his hips snap forward and suddenly his length is all inside you, heavy balls slapping against your slit.

“te llevaste todo, qué linda.” he coos. your gummy walls feel like they’re melting around him and your hands cup over your face to try and hide your expression; a look half of pain and half of bliss. miguel won’t stand for it, grasping both and forcing them above your head.

“mírame.” he threatens lowly, sharp teeth emphasizing his angered snarl. “these stay here or holding back those thighs. hide your face again and see if i don’t web you into place.”

you blink away tears at the stretch of him, legs thrown over his shoulders, body completely folded to take every inch from tip to base.

“¿entiendes?” his heated eyes bare down on you, as you whimper out a pitiful “sí…”

“what was that?” he quirks an eyebrow, one languid movement of his hips pulling to leave just the very tip of his cock in your folds.

“s-sí, míguel. yo entiendo.”

miguel nods, approving enough to reward you by plunging his full length back into your begging cunt. he growls deeply at the almost disgustingly wet squelch it gives. the grip of one of his hands tightens around your two wrists as he holds them. the other presses on your stomach gaining him a slurred cry.

“is that it, baby? is that your spot? right there?”

he takes the noise that wretches out of you as confirmation, grinding his palm into the heated skin of your tummy as his dick slaps in and out, only pulling away his hand when his wet tip starts kissing the spot from inside.

the mass of his muscles and the dangerous sounds of his voice as he fucks deeper than he should be able to - it all keeps you from struggling. your body is engulfed by the heat of the sheets on one side and the sweaty warmth of his body weight on the other - his arms caging you on either side.

“c’mon mama. dámelo. dame que quiero. sé que puedes hacerlo.”

and you do because suddenly you’re cumming, spilling so perfectly around him. your climactic noises swallowed by his tongue gliding its way over yours, his cock glistening wet with a thick ring of white around the base.

pulling his mouth away, he caresses your face - his expression made hungrier by your dazed eyes.

“told you… doesn’t hurt anymore does it? let’s see if you can take it again, rellena.”

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You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

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We personally just say Queue or Braid, but some other technical human terms for it are just the vibe, so reblogging to keep it on hand

headcanon human terms for queue anatomy. no reason other than this is what I use in my writing and I'm procrastinating hella lmao

also this. for no reason:

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Politely, but also aggressively, if someone pulls this bull, they deserved, we don't know, jail time. Strip them of all their social/writing medias too.

We can't imagine being a writer and stepping back from a fic, y'know like people do, cause things happening, updating might not happen daily. Sometimes fics take YEARS to get updated, and then come back to someone having taken our hard work and stuck it in an ai program.

Shoving it in an ai is, as state by everyone else an insult to the person who created the fic and we can't believe this person thought that was just a fine and dandy thing to do.

If someone does that to any of me works, we're not sorry, but we're gonna come find you and shove that ai you used so far down your throat. Heck, we'll hit you with a chair.

Disrespect doesn't even begin to cover this.

yeah uh... don't do this :)

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Get off our screen you son of-

[the-ikran-man]

Working on something new, really need to put new projects on hold until older stuff is done, but we have adhd and will not stopped.

Anyway, A former RDA member and her two lab created Recom children, trying to carve life for themselves out there on Pandora, when their mama decides she'd had enough of how the RDA treats them.

Idea created: Sun, Jun 4th 2023, some time around 3:20

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@recom-week Secret Prompt: Horror: Existential - Eldritch - Cosmic

Warning:

Some cursing

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Log 1: Miles Quaritch

It's been at least 7 hours since I woke up in this ship. Stuck in that death trap they call a tank. I had to break it to get out, no matter how much I yelled, no one came to help me, cut myself up pretty badly.

I found some clothes, which is good, but I haven't seen anyone else yet, which is...not good.

I'll explore some more later on, or tomorrow, time is hard to gauge out here, it could have been a whole week for all I know.

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Log 2: Miles Quaritch

Figured I'd map out the place, know where I am and everything. Found a working tablet, started using that. It's a temporary fix, I know, it'll run out of power at some point, but for now, it's the best I got.

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Log 3: Miles Quaritch

Found something that could be considered food while I was mapping out more of the ship. Weird outer space crap I wouldn't even feed to a dog.

At least I got something to eat now, beggars can't be choosers. Especially right now. Who knows if I'll find anything else.

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Log 6: Miles Quaritch

Fuck, I don't know when my luck really kicked in, but I found-

I found Wainfleet, I've never been so glad to see his ugly mug in my entire life. He was hidden away in this storage room, huddled up in the corner, shaking like a leaf.

He's been muttering about things in the walls ever since I found him. Don't know how long he's been here, hiding, but he must have woken up before me, if the state of the place is anything to go by.

Feels good to not be alone anymore though.

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Log 9: Miles Quaritch

I'm a little bugged out about the things Lyle's been muttering about. Things in the walls. Too many eyes, too many teeth. That's real freaky, considering I haven't seen heads or tails of anything outside of us. Think his paranoia is getting to me.

I'm a little more cautious when I go out to map the final parts of the ship.

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Log 12: Miles Quaritch

Lyle's started following me around. First time he's come out of his little hidey hole. He sticks too close, like a lost kid, his tail curled around some part of me at all times.

Really haven't seen him this freaked out before.

I found some more food, gave it to him, don't know when's the last time he's had anything resembling a meal. He struggles to get it down like he's forgotten how to eat.

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Lyle doesn't get any better over the course of days. if anything he gets worse. Quaritch had a place he went to when he wasn't moving about the ship, but Lyle refused to go anywhere near it, shoving himself back into that storage room to hide.

"It's safe, it's safe, it's safe," he mutter when Quaritch tried to get answers out of him about it. He'd never explained beyond that.

He'd point out areas and things like something was going to leap out of them ready to attack, trembling like a baby deer.

---

"No..." Lyle whispers as he presses himself further against the wall, like if he tried hard enough he'd merge with it.

Quaritch is over in the doorway, braid in hand, having decided to take matters into his own hands.

"It's either this or you tell me what you've been seeing that got you ready to jump out the airlock."

Lyle cowered.

"Braid way it is then," Quaritch said, moving further into the room.

Lyle doesn't make it easy, letting out such a screech it makes Quaritch's ears go back, though doesn't really stop him.

They struggle in the space, Quaritch just trying to get Lyle to connect with him so he could just see whatever is going on in Lyle's head, so he could understand why he was freaking out so much.

Quaritch wins out in the end.

He doesn't like what he finds, what he sees, wht he feels.

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Separating from Lyle is like trying to pull sandpaper off your arm, like attempting to swallow when your throat is dry and raw.

Lyle curls up in a ball, sobbing in broken notes as Quaritch pulls away, from him moving quickly away from him, his chest heaving, reaching and gripping the doorway with trembling hands as he tries to comprehend what he'd just experienced.

"You saw them too, you saw them too," he can just hear Lyle say-no, whimper, the other rocking jerkily back and forth.

Quaritch doesn't stay in there. He can't.

He flees from there, to the safety of his own space, finding a something solid to sit against.

He tries to tell himself that he was going to be fine. What he'd seen, what Lyle had- he hadn't seen anything right in front of his face, maybe Lyle was just messed up so bad being out here by himself, before Quaritch showed up and found him, that's he'd started to imagine things.

Yeah, that had to be, that's what it was.

That's all.

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And then some time later, once he's managed to convince himself that he'd experienced through Lyle hadn't been real, when he's falling back into his sort of new routine, he hears them.

In the walls.

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A/N: Recom week has been so fun for us to participate in. We don't normally join in on these types of things, but we're really glad we did this time.