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#Primal Training
kaionyx · 5 months
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God I love puppies who have oral fixations with a voice kink, they’re just too easy sometimes and it’s so cute. They’ll walk around all day being a brat, giving attitude when we’re around friends or biting and pawing at me for attention i’m obviously busy.
But the moment I drop my voice a few octaves and tap their chin while saying “open” they’re on their knees, eyes glazed over and panting with their tongue out waiting to have their mouth filled like the dumb mutt they were trained to be.
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kak1ch · 8 months
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so stupid
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I love the book version of ladybug from bullet train sm
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primal fucking
 Grab your waist with one hand and throw you against the wall, lifting your legs to my shoulders and forcing them open gripping your throat as I vigorously fill your cunt fucking deeper split open on my cock  growling fucking mine biting 🔪🌹
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ohbunnyx · 5 months
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and if i ask you to expand on the ‘primal play’ in your pinned?
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Ah yes the primal play. Some scenarios for you then.
- turning off all the lights and chasing after them through the darkness of the house. They finally find a hiding spot and cover their mouth in attempt to stifle the sound of their heavy breathing. Their hearts already racing like a little fucking rabbit while I coax them to come out. But they know the second they do come out it’s game over. They will get denied for as long as I please
- littering their back with bite and scratch marks as I fuck into them
- Muzzling a dumb little pup when they think it’s okay to bite me
- pinning them to the mattress and just fucking them. Not stopping if they squirt or orgasm or whimper or cry. We stop when I say to stop
- breeding…obviously. Breeding a sweet little sub full of pups while I mark and bite their pulse point
- and forcing them into submission. They can fight all they want. I will be taking what’s mine
I do feel the need to end this with the fact that if you are to call a safe word during a scene please please please never hesitate to call one.
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berryicet · 6 days
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even more mercs doodles
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adogmetaphor · 19 days
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Eternally, yours
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snepital · 7 months
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Into the Pitt-and-Norton-verse
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loveoaths · 2 years
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i can’t stop describing maul as innately predatory, radiating silky danger and watchful teeth even when he appears at ease. the man has lived his entire life as a tiger in a cage; he does not do soft, because soft gets you killed, and he refuses to die.
i love writing him feline, elegant and animal bound together. there is something about him that innately triggers the primal in all who encounter him: the hair on your body pricks up, every sensory nerve kicking to life as that ancient evolutionary awareness that something is watching you, and it is hungry settles too-tight on your skin. his presence is paranoia, it’s that inner prickle when you whip around because you can feel someone watching you, but no one’s there. uncanny. unnerving. unwanted.
even when he’s caught and locked in a cell and you are separated by bars and force-blocking cuffs and solid walls, watching him watch you back feels like seeing a caged tiger for the first time, comes with the rapid onset feeling of, “oh.” this person, this thing is so much bigger, so much more dangerous, so much more unknowable than you ever anticipated, and for a split second you do not believe those cage bars will contain him. but then you think, no, metal is metal and you’re safe here. you’re safe. you are. and maul looks at you, contained, padding his cell carefully, knowing exactly when to turn without looking, golden eyes aglow and fixed on yours, and you can almost hear, in the menacing rumble unfurling inside his chest, an ancient word, one your animal ancestors knew but you’ve since evolved too far past to recognize, that feels a lot like “for now.”
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kaionyx · 6 months
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Thinking about bratty puppies with oral fixations. Biting and growling at me for attention, whining and throwing fits until they finally feel my fingers push past their lips and down their throat. Such a fussy little thing that turns into a mindless drooling mutt after finally having their mouth filled, wagging their imaginary tail and looking up to me so cutely all dazed and heart eyed.
Being so happy to have one of their holes used by their owner no matter how simple or degrading, because that what they’re made for. Just a pretty set of holes for daddy to ruin and play with. <3
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agathazinha2009 · 8 months
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Bro the fact Dinotrux animator's did Ty with Three fingers is slightly impressive. Why? lots of kids shows demonstrade Their T-rex like characters with Two fingers. It's not wrong, but it's not right.
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I said Once, And I will say again:
Dinotrux Details are ✋😩
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dragonmasterhiccup · 1 month
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hi hiccup! What are your opinions on octopi?
"Well, I've never seen one myself, but Gobber has, and he told me it was a huge, fearsome creature with a large head and eight sticky legs. He said I should pray to the gods that I never run into one."
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I dare them to keep staring. Like I won’t bend you over my lap right here and finger you in front of them just to prove a point🔪🌹
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billyloomis-5812 · 2 months
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New shirt 👀👀👀
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gummyysharkz · 11 months
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anyone here play loomian legacy. i need to talk about my beautiful son. my friend named him for me btw
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lawful-evil-novelist · 5 months
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My brain just has this moment, the first and only proper moment Scarecrow enters the fray in the first Arkham Files fic, where it's just Jason and Cass in the warehouse, Cass is POV, they can hear Bruce hyperventilating behind them, suffering from acute fear toxin poisoning, and then this ragged, patchwork facsimile of a man drops from the catwalks, a rusty scythe slung over one shoulder, arms almost too limp, walking in a shambling half-step, and Cass comes to the realization that this man's movements are perfectly controlled, and she is having a sinking, dreadful feeling of familiarity.
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childhoodcreativity · 11 months
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(c) brick + mortar
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