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kiame-sama · 17 days ago

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Hello, I really like your work about AU and writings! I always wanted to know, which monsters would prefer their Human chubbier, or they don’t care about it at all? I will try to support your art also! It reminds me of original Disney style a little bit..and that’s a good thing💜

Warnings; instinctual standpoints used for the suggested preferences of the monster men, reference to sizes in animal kingdom, gender neutral reader (the monster men automatically assign the Human to the 'female role' even if human is not female, as the monster men are all males and view the Human from that standpoint), Lilia is a little unhinged, adult themes

Rook likes a bigger mate, either height or weight wise, as usually the female spider is the larger one. He also just loves the feeling of holding and squishing their soft body against him so much. He especially likes grabbing and squishing the stomach and thighs of the soft Human.

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Most of the monster men don't care about the weight of their mate, especially when it comes to their little Human, but there are several who prefer a heavier mate in general, as it appeals to their own instincts. A lot of the time, extra weight in the animal kingdom indicates a good hunter or an increased likelihood of a successful pregnancy, as the infant shares nutrients with the child-bearer to properly develop.

Lilia is also a male whose female counterparts tend to be larger, so he would be quite thrilled with a soft, chubby, squishy mate. The softer and rounder they are, the more comfortable they are to breed and to hold on to. He especially likes the thighs and ass of his mate to be rather chubby and thick, just some extra cushion for when he makes them sit on him.

Azul is painfully aware of the double standard in his species. Male Cecaelia are frowned upon if heavier set, but the females are praised for it. The males need to be smaller so they can escape should a female decide he is not worth mating and attacks him instead. The females that are larger and heavier are likely to have more eggs and create more viable young. A Human- who is already the peak of beauty to merfolk- that also has extra weight and chubby flesh would be the peak of mating ideals for the Cecaelia.

Ruggie is a Gnoll and Gnolls are humanoid Hyenas. The female Hyena is bigger and ranks higher than the males, meaning a nice and chubby Human is exactly what most Gnolls would drool over. He likes the idea of a warm and soft mate he can cuddle and worship, as the Human already cooks well enough to make him weep to the Gods, a heavier Human who is a foodie and knows what makes food taste best will send Ruggie to a higher plane of existence.

Leona is a Nemean Lion and usually the Females are the ones that decide the actual health of the pride, not the Male. The role of the male in a Pride is to fight off other males, and breed the females. Leona would love his Mousey to be nice and squishy, so soft and comfortable to mount and hold. He will use the squishy Human as a pillow because he just loves the soft feeling of their flesh.

Floyd and Jade are unbothered by the Human's weight- be it less or more- as Moray eels tend to not have sexual dimorphism in size, but that doesn't mean they will turn up their noses at a soft and chubby Human. Like all merfolk, the twin eels see Humans as the peak of beauty and don't particularly care if their Human is on the chubbier side or not. Floyd may tease the Human- he is a bully most of the time- but if anyone else dares to do the same, he will slaughter them. Jade will not tease the Human for their weight, but he will aid Floyd in the 'removal' of anyone who dares cross that line.

Jamil is a sand viper, and most snakes have a size difference based on the sex of the snake. The females tend to be larger than the males, so he would be quite enthused with a heavier set Human. Besides, he likes wrapping them up and squishing that soft Human with his scales. He may put the Human in coil-jail (wrapping his tail completely around whoever his target is and holding them in his coils until they give up/ calm down) just to be able to squeeze their soft body and feel that warmth.

Idia doesn't have the same instinctual drive as the others, but he does like the idea of having a soft Human he can squish and hold. So warm and cuddly that he can wrap his long limbs around them and hold them like a body-pillow that he can bite and cuddle.

Malleus cares not for the weight of the Human- skinnier, chubbier, doesn't matter to him- as the only thing that really matters is they are HIS Human and he doesn't give up his treasures easily. Dragons are diverse and unique enough that there is no larger or smaller among the various sexes, so he isn't driven by instincts for a certain sized mate. All that matters to the dragon is that he can have his Human with him until the end of time. That's all he wants and needs.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #humans are extinct twst au #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere monsters #yandere monster

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azsazz · 11 months ago

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Little Sneak

Daddy!Azriel x Mommy!Reader [Zuzu Centric]

Summary: Anon Req: What about a part 2 to Sticking Together where all the children are older and Zuzu is upset about not being able to go to the camps like her brothers and cousins. Maybe she ends up sneaking off and gets hurt or something. Some lovely angst would be appreciated. Only if you want to of course, pls and thank you.

Warnings: Angst, suggestions of a child going to be harmed (child is not actually harmed)

Word Count: 2,357

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“Why must all my children defy me?” Azriel questions, pacing the length of the room. You’re almost dizzy with it, how long his strides are and how short the path he’s making is. He’s nearly turning in circles now, wings flared with agitation, growing larger and larger the more he works himself up. When he nearly knocks a lamp burning low with a single faelight over, you slip from the bed.

You halt your mate with a soft hand to his shoulder. His wings tuck in tight, not because you’re going to touch them, because his body automatically moves to give you room. You take it, curling yourself against his chest, hands snaking around his waist and thumbing soothing patterns across the dip of his back.

You can feel his muscles contract as he shifts his wings to cocoon the both of you. Darkness shrouds you, but the light casts red through the membranous skin.

It’s a safe place for the both of you, tucked away from the rest of the world without actually removing yourselves from situations where you’re needed. You and Azriel had found yourselves in this position many times—when you first found out you were pregnant with Wren and Azriel was worried you’d have trouble delivering a babe with wings, when Baz nearly burned his hand on an unattended fire. When you had found out that Knox wasn’t going to be able to speak, and when your eldest sons wanted to be allowed to train in the Illyrian camps.

It’s funny that you find yourself here for the exact same reason. Your daughter, Zuzu, Mother bless her, yearns to join her brothers. Both Wren and Baz have completed a year, along with Nyx and Gideon. The four have formed a group just as their fathers had, not taking anyone’s shit no matter how much larger in size they may be. With the High Lord on their side, the young boys got away with much more than they should, though Rhysand does his best not to stick his nose into matters that should be left to camp leaders.

They’ve found their places as young warriors, and though they often get into trouble, you and Azriel are able to spend more time in Velaris, working on a schedule with both Cassian and Rhys, so that one of them is always staying in the family cabins when the boys are in training.

The beat of Azriel’s steady heart is strong, comforting, even though you know he feels as helpless as you do. Each and every one of your children are as stubborn as their father, even the more stoic of the six, like Jax and the twins. Malos could hold a grudge for ages, even against her own siblings. And poor Azriel refuses to admit that it’s a trait he’s bestowed upon the shadowsinger clan.

You squeeze your mate tighter, breathing in his comforting scent. Night-chilled mist from the long fly he’d had to take when Zuzu had told him the news. He hadn’t wanted to hear any part of it; his firstborn daughter wanted to train with males in the camps that will do nothing to look after her well-being. They won’t care if she’s beaten into the snow until she’s unable to move, if she can train as hard as the males, if she can do aerial maneuvers better than them. All they’ll see is a little girl who should be put in her place by the only means they know how.

The females won’t take kindly to her either. They’ll likely be jealous of the girl who’s wings are in perfect shape, who has the ability to fly and train and doesn’t have to spend back-breaking hours washing or cooking. No one but her brothers and cousins will be nice to her.

But she’s determined and headstrong. She’d confided in you first, and while you’d tried to talk her into joining Valkyrie training, she insisted that if there were young girls here willing to fight and join such a cause, why wouldn’t they extend the opportunity to those in the mountains? Your heart aches for your little girl, who wants to see the best in people, give them the chances they’ve long since needed. If she can encourage a single girl in the camps to join them as warriors, she will be proud.

“She means well,” you sigh against Azriel’s chest, hugging him tighter.

“Does she have to mean this well?” he asks, exasperation lining the frown on his face. He rubs your back in a soothing motion, and you know it’s helping him as much as it helps you. His chin rests on top of your head and a moment of silence stretches on as his shadows crawl from the walls, whispering in his ears, reporting back to him on how all of his children are under one roof, sleeping peacefully in their beds. “In a few years, Asteria will want to follow, and I think Rhys will actually kill me.”

“I won’t let him,” you grumble stubbornly, but it doesn’t carve a smile on Azriel’s face like it normally would. “And neither will Zuz.”

All your mate can do is sigh and hold you closer. “I hate that they’re growing up.”

“Me too,” you answer sadly, rocking in place with Az. He caresses the nape of your neck, tilting your face to meet his sad, hazel gaze. “Why didn’t anyone prepare us for the part where our children start growing up?”

Azriel shakes his head, dipping down to kiss you softly, tenderly. You are always his rock in the storms of his life. Always will be.

“I don’t know,” he pecks you on the mouth again, and there’s a glint in his eyes that has your body growing warm. “I do know that we can have another. Then we’ll have a little babe. It will make me feel like I’m not so old, that our youngest aren’t five-years-old.” He says it with a grimace.

The time is flying by, watching your children grow. Wren is a teenager now. A teenager, Mother help you all. And Baz is only growing rowdier with age. Zuzu wants to join her brothers and cousins in the camps, and Jax is still the stoic little boy you’ve ever seen, focused on working through his powers daily. He still struggles sometimes, needs to cuddle up with his father or you for a moment's peace, and he hasn’t shown any interest in being a warrior like his elder siblings, though if Azriel allows Zuzu to join, you’re sure he won’t be far along after. The twins are as inseparable as ever, stirring up mischief with their pesky little shadows. It’s nice to have them all still so close, but you know it won’t be that way soon.

“Can you imagine another one?” You ask, amused at the thought. More chaos, and you’re not entirely sure how your six children would react. You already have so many, what would they think?

“Yes,” Azriel answers, tone heated. He presses his hips more firmly against your own and you can feel the hardness of his cock in his pants. It makes your thighs go molten, especially when he’s looking at you like that. Like he’s going to both devour and worship you all night long. “Let’s put this conversation on hold.”

You can’t disagree with that.

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His shadows wake him up.

Azriel has gotten used to their presence, but his body is accustomed to them, awakening at the slightest sort of unease from them. Like right now.

He bolts from the bed, awakening you in the process. He almost feels bad at the hammering of your heart he can feel echoing in his chest, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s been alerted that one of his children is currently missing from his home, and she hasn’t been located in the darkness of the camp yet.

“What’s going on?” You’re alert now. There’s something seriously wrong, by the look on Azriel’s face. The way that it’s set in stone yet his brows are furrowed with worry. Not the kind of worry where something is amiss in Velaris, but it looks like he had when Knox had been taken from you, the horror riddling his hazel gaze makes your stomach plummet.

“Zuzu isn’t in her bed,” Azriel answers, and he’s already dressed and heading out into the cold. You don’t expect him to wait for you, the both of you have a way of attacking these things as a team now, and you’re safer here with the rest of the children, anyway, and he curses himself once again for allowing his children to train at the Illyrian camps.

He doesn’t know how she’s managed to evade his shadows this time. His children are sneaky, quickly learning and testing how to keep from his radar, but Azriel is 500 years old and prides himself on his alertness.

Up until now.

He doesn’t even know where to begin. His mind is a mess with ‘what if’s’ and he can’t allow himself to begin pulling at that thread or he might very well decimate this entire camp.

He very well might, anyway.

Azriel’s already reaching out to Rhysand, waking him from his deep slumber and alerting the Inner Circle. He knows the High Lord will be here within minutes on a plume of black that no one wants to see. Zuzu has been Rhysand’s favorite from the moment she decided to toddle behind him into the longest meeting he’s ever had the displeasure of attending. But Zuzu had made it bearable, sitting in his lap and cuddling up in his arms like he wasn’t discussing convicts in the Prison nor how his armies might be able to help Springs.

A soft yelp is carried on a wisp of darkness from his shadows, his head whipping to where they’re alerting him. It’s Zuzu, and she’s whimpering a little as sharp nails dig into her coat, despite the thick jacket she’s pulled haphazardly around her shoulders. Her boots are untied, and the powdery snow is downtrodden with her footprints.

Azriel moves as quick as the night. He’s known for being undetectable, a whisper of a chilled breeze chasing through the trees. Tonight, though, he doesn’t mask the crunch of his boots in the snow, doesn’t smother the bright blue beaming from the seven stones adorning his armor. His knives are unsheathed at his side, steel singing for the promise of blood.

There’s a soft sound, like his daughter's cry has been muffled, and it fuels his anger, letting his body fill with black ink. It spills off of Azriel in waves, a death god come to seek his vengeance.

The clearing is a circlet of trees and fresh snow. The moon drips down into the open field, where Zuzu scratches at her captor. The female trying to pin his little girl to the ground hisses as her skin breaks beneath Zuzu’s nails. Azriel’s heart swells with pride as his daughter fights back, but this moment alone has made him realize that she does need proper training, and if she wants to join the ranks with her brothers and show all of these Illyrian swill what she’s made of, she will get that.

Azriel doesn’t recognize the female as he rips her away from his daughter by a fistful of hair. The female yelps in surprise, then screams in fear as she topples backwards, the avenging shadowsinger towering over her.

As if she thought she could get away with attempting to harm one of his children.

He feels the night air shifting behind him as he makes sure that his daughter is okay. Rhysand and Cassian appear before the female can gain her footing and take off, Cassian planting a foot in the middle of her back to keep her pinned to the frozen ground while Azriel consoles his daughter. Zuzu’s sniveling, fat tears rolling down her red cheeks as they escape. She doesn’t want to cry, she doesn’t want to show her father that she’s scared, but they fall without her permission anyway.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

Azriel’s heart cracks a little, molten lava of anger filling the cracks. This female won’t last the fucking night. And if she does, it’s because he’s going to make her death last as long as possible for even thinking of touching his daughter. For making her cry.

He hushes her, a soft noise that makes her clutch onto his shoulders tighter. Azriel’s not wearing a coat, but he’s used to the temperatures, and the adrenaline rushing through his veins helps quell the bitter chill. He sends a reassuring feeling down the bond to you and your relief flushes his body tenfold, his shoulders dropping slightly.

“Are you okay, my love?” Azriel asks her, wiping the tears from Zuzu’s eyes. He swings her up into his arms, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead as he pins the female to her spot in the snow with furious golden eyes. “Are you hurt?”

Zuzu shakes her head and his knees nearly give out with relief. He sways them back and forth, whispering reassurances into Zuzu’s ears until she’s calmed down, before passing her off to Rhys who holds her just as tightly.

“Uncle Rhys is going to take you back to mommy, okay, Zuz? I’ll be back in a little bit.”

She agrees, blinking up at him with her big eyes. Azriel watches her try to look over her uncle's shoulder to see the female spitting vitriol at Cassian. Rhys doesn’t allow her gaze to see what’s going on over there, instead drawing her attention to him, shifting her so she can’t see, and disappearing into the night to bring Zuzu home.

Cassian crouches down to the female, grinding her face into the snow to stop the comments spewing from her lips. He whispers something so low that makes her entire body freeze, then thrash as if she actually has a chance of escaping.

Azriel steps up to her, a murderous look in his eyes, and he lets his blades do the talking.

#azriel x reader #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel #azriel/reader #daddy!azriel #azsazz zuzu

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thelargefrye · 1 year ago

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CARNAGE : HOW MONSTER!TEEZ FUCKS YOU … mature head canons

pairing : monster!ateez x f!reader

genre : monster au, mature, head canons

word count : 1k

warnings : language, mentions of cannibalism / human eating monsters

smut warnings : monster cock!ateez, unprotected sex, oral, sensory deprivation, breeding kink, marking (scratching), slight auralism, temperature play, double penetration, aphrodisiac pheromones, strength kink (i think i got everything!)

notes : inspired by @atiny-piratequeen and her ataraxia universe! sorry for always tagging you fie, probably will tag you one more time when i get the actual first chapter out

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie also thank you for helping with deciding on what monster each member should be

how each monster!teez boys fucks you, as you have jointed down in your recent book on monsterfucking. please note that this is written as if you would find notes for a book or something!

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ GORGON!HONGJOONG

DO NOT MAKE DIRECT EYE CONTACT WITH HIM!! – make sure their blindfold or yours stays on at ALL TIMES.

mostly fucks like any other human

no out of the ordinary autonomy; however, he does benefit greatly from sensory deprivation from his blindfold he always wears.

switching up and wearing a blindfold inside also heightens the other partners pleasure.

gorgons are not heavy into breeding and seem to not have any exact mating ritual or time compared to other monsters.

be careful when pulling his hair – the snakes bite!

also beware of them when a gorgon gives oral, snakes will also nip at your thighs... feels like being pinched... more annoying than anything.

forked-tongue. feels amazing. snakes still pinch though...

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ KING GHIDORAH!SEONGHWA

not a dragon... but note he has several dragon-like qualities.

please note the hair color seonghwa has before proceeding with sex... they each have slightly different qualities but are generally the same overall

pink haired one is more lazy – you will do better at doing the work for the two of you.

black haired one feels the need to be in charge.

i think it's cause he is the middle head. does best performing oral and going rough.

blond haired one is the softer lover of the three.

eye contact is a must with him.

do NOT try to assert dominance over any of them! they do not like it!!

has a breeding kink it seems like it, but i don't think he will admit to it... will growl if teasing about being breed.

seonghwa is the largest monster in the book... standing at around 15,880 centimeters in his monster form and 365 centimeters in humanoid form.

cock is large, prepping yourself is key to taking him

only one of his kind... will find more about origins later on...

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ BANSHEE!YUNHO

banshees are moaners, very loud whether topping or bottoming

have sharp claws that will rip clothing

they will also leave marks on skin... does not hurt too bad unless gone feral.

like the gorgons, no out of the ordinary autonomy

however male banshees appear to be rarer and larger than female ones

yunho stands at around 213 centimeters... taller than hongjoong and any human... same height as mingi.

talks a lot during sex... will tell you what he wants to do and what he will do

voice is very soothing... helps you relax similar to wooyoung's pheromones

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ PHOENIX!YEOSANG

BEWARE! PHOENIX IS GUARDED BY A GUMIHO!

yeosang's body temperature is hotter than a normal humans.

temperature play seems to be a big thing... unsure if yeosang can control his body temp... will find out more about this later

will tease you and loves edging

phoenix performs well with his fingers and tongue... will have to do it again soon

has also displayed traits of breeding... however phoenixes do not breed normally

yeosang in his phoenix form is around 1,188 centimeters and his humanoid form is 274 centimeters

performing oral is the best way to make his submit

will be tag teamed with the gumiho – double penetration

special note: was gifted one of his feathers... reason unknown.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ DULLAHAN!SAN

san stands at around 182 centimeters... around an average human male height

he removed his head to perform oral while his body fucked throat

deep-throating, will feel cock in your throat

will fuck on horseback... rather scary... would recommend trying it once

loves to grope... will grope every part of you if you let him

loves to be close when fucking... san is a very loving partner

dullahans are also very loyal?? now san kind of patrols around the area near the cottage... interesting.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ FAERIE!MINGI

BEWARE!! FAERIES WILL ATTEMPT TO EAT YOU IF YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN!!

they love challenges so if you want to fuck one, make it a game

mingi says faeries vary in height and he is one of the more taller ones... some of them can be as small as 91 centimeters

rather unbelievable stamina and can go multiple rounds

mating press is the best position for mingi

have heard faeries have two cocks... will do more research on this

faeries also appear to have several mating rituals... make sure to not get mated to one! several fuck to mate and breed one person for life!

mingi has now decided to make camp in my living area... him and hongjoong get along quite well.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ PLANT MONSTER!WOOYOUNG

BEWARE!! MOST PLANT MONSTERS ARE MAN-EATING!!

wooyoung's monster form stands at around 609 centimeter while his human-looking form stands at 172 centimeters... same height as hongjoong

will use his vines as restraints

will also use vines to to fuck you – they vary in thickness

also produces aphrodisiac pheromones to calm his partner

his vines also produce a sort of liquid when he comes... makes your body slick with it

wonder what it taste like... maybe next time

wooyoung has also started a garden near the cottage where i found him... little plants that look like his monster form... will investigate further into this.

special note: has a lovely green hue over his skin in some areas

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ GUMIHO!JONGHO

BEWARE! THEY EAT HUMAN HEARTS AND LIVERS!

jongho's gumiho form is around 9,997 centimeters and 304 centimeters in his humanoid form

weakness to getting him to submit is to scratch behind his ears... very cute when submissive

likes to show off strength... be prepared to be moved around a lot in different positions

jongho is very protective of the phoenix, yeosang, will do anything to protect him... do not try to threaten the phoenix if you wish to keep your life!

special note: can seemingly materialize his tails at will... doesn't have more than two at a time unless trying to assert dominance.

will have to do more research on all of them again at a later date. will add new entries and notes as i gather more research.

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network : @cultofdionysusnet

#carnage.#cultofdionysusnet #kdiarynet #ateez x reader #ateez smut #poly ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez blurbs #ateez hea #ateez monster au #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #yeosang smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #jongho smut

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year ago

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Senses

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being loved by Robert Floyd is a feast for the senses.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: This is my attempt to capture in words the vibes that I have not been able to get out of my head for days. The writing style is a little different than my usual work, but I thought it was fun trying something new!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Strong sexual content, allusions to oral sex (female and male), unprotected sex between a married couple, romance, fluff.

One thing you’ve come to learn in your years of knowing and being known by Robert Floyd—more intimately than you have been known by anyone else in all your life, you might add—is that to be loved by him is a feast for the senses.

Touch.

Calloused fingertips dancing across the bare expanse of your back, so slowly that they seem to make time stand still, if only for a moment. The roughened pads of his thick fingers twirling over each and every freckle, birthmark, scar. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his warm skin ghosting over yours, trailing down your spine and tracing the curves of your shoulder blades.

The knuckles gliding down your arm wordlessly seek to know, Are you awake?

Yes, you silently reply, your own fingers reaching back to tangle with his, the coolness of his wedding band a shock to your flushed skin. His hand, so much larger than your own, closes around yours for a moment and squeezes softly, tenderly, lovingly.

Then his fingers are gone, replaced by the featherlight touch of his lips against the curve of your neck, his button nose nudging your hair out of the way as he peppers your skin with barely-there kisses that leave your body aching for more. His lips are soft, breathtakingly so, in a way that makes you want to both laugh and weep as his mouth trails from the crook of your shoulder up to that delicate spot just beneath your ear and then down again across the nape of your neck. You’re reminded of the peppermint chapstick that he insists on applying all year long, and your heart suddenly feels near to bursting with love for the man whose arm is now snaking tightly around your middle, drawing you back more securely against his strong chest.

Your hand slides down and traces the curve of his, each of his veins like a sentinel standing at attention as he fists your midnight blue nightgown in his grasp, his kisses growing more insistent as he nips at your ear, his tongue soothing the sting left in the wake of his affectionate attack.

His fingers, his lips, his hands, his tongue—they all meld together, the sensation of his touch overwhelming in the very best way as he rolls you onto your back, his weight shifting as he presses himself down upon you, bare skin brushing against the silky softness of your nightgown, teasing the hardened nipples underneath.

Then his mouth is on you again, hot breath fanning across your chest as his head dips lower, lips and tongue working in tandem to caress your pebbled skin through the fabric of the nightgown you’d purchased just for him on his last birthday—the one he always handled with such care as he tore it off you.

You adore the feel of the hard muscles and planes of his back as your hands explore his body, your delicate fingertips tracing his freckles and birthmarks and scars. You can feel the strength of him in every tiny movement, the quiet power and agility that so many underestimate, the vigor that turns you to a puddle every time.

His touch is gentle as he continues to move downward, his massive paws gliding dark blue silk upward to lay you bare before him—for a brief moment, you remember the scrap of matching blue lace still lying in the drawer where you’d abandoned it last night, much to your husband’s evident delight.

And then his face is buried between your thighs, teeth tugging at the fragile skin he finds there as those calloused fingertips dig into the meaty flesh of your upper legs, spreading you wide for him to devour. He’s all soft lips and warm tongue and hot breath as he explores every inch of you, that button nose that you so often press kisses to nudging and teasing you in just the right places.

His touch in this moment has you seeing stars, your hips bucking upwards as you feel yourself cresting the waves of pleasure he’s unleashing within you. You bury your fingers in his honeyed locks to steady yourself, your heart beating double time inside your chest as you sense yourself drifting further and further away from the shore, lost in this whirlpool of his creation. But then his fingers are lacing through yours, holding you secure. Anchoring you to him. He’d never let you slip so far away that he could not find you.

His touches don’t cease as you ride the wave of your high, his hands firmly wrapped around your hips and his mouth still on you as your back arches off the bed with a soundless cry, salty tears streaming out your eyes and into your hair, pulse racing, skin hot to the touch.

He’s holding you again, his lips featherlight once more as they travel across your collarbone, his work-roughened hands grasping your legs until the trembling finally subsides.

His touches whisper, I love you, I love you, I love you. I’m here. I’ll never leave you.

Taste.

You can taste yourself on him when he kisses you, a sharp, tangy flavor that you’ve never quite gotten used to. But on his lips, anything can taste like heaven.

As you tangle your fingers in his mussed locks and kiss him back, you try to pick out all the other flavors on his tongue—the faint hint of spearmint from the toothpaste he’d used to brush his teeth before bed, the barely-there taste of his peppermint chapstick, the slight saltiness from the sweat he worked up between your legs. They all blend together to form a flavor that is so distinctly him. You wish you could bottle it up and keep it with you forever.

His kisses taste sweeter than honey and get you drunker than any cocktail at The Hard Deck ever could. You could happily spend all your days like this—forgoing food and water for the rest of time so long as you could feast upon these lips that you love so much.

The rest of him tastes just as sweet as you mimic his kisses from earlier, your lips trailing across his jaw, working the spot just beneath his ear, then traveling down towards the dip of his shoulder.

Pressing him down into his pillows, you explore every inch of his body with eager lips, never tiring of the taste of his skin, still warm from sleep and flushed from exertion. And when you take him into your mouth, his hips jumping slightly as his hands find purchase in your hair, you swear you grow lightheaded for a moment at the musky, salty taste of him.

An act that you had once dreaded before knowing him now becomes the highlight of your morning as you use your mouth to bring him pleasure, the way he has done for you more times than you could even think to number. And where once upon a time you would have pulled away, now you welcome the explosion of him on your tongue, a mixture of salty and sweet that you couldn’t explain even if you wanted to.

But you don’t want to. Because this? This is just for the two of you, and no one else. You’re the only one who gets to know what he tastes like.

It fills you with a sort of giddy sensation, the flavor of both of you joined together on your lips and tongue. You kiss him again so that he can experience it, too, this blending together of the pleasure you find in one another.

His tongue is gentle in your mouth, moving with yours in a dance that your body knows all too well.

The taste of him tells you, I am yours, and you are mine. Always.

Sight.

He’s beautiful. He’s always been so beautiful.

As he grabs you around the waist and pins you down to the bed once more, hovering above you, you have a chance to admire the way the morning light comes streaming through the gossamer curtains, bathing him in a warm, golden glow.

Cerulean eyes gaze down at you, rivaling even the bluest of seas, and the love glowing in them is enough to send your world tilting on its axis and then turn it right side up again.

It’s taken you so long to truly embrace the way he looks at you, as if you yourself had climbed up into the sky and hung the moon and stars.

He’s been looking at you that way since the very start, but your instinct has always been to hide, to duck your head or avert your gaze—anything to escape the intensity of such undeserved adoration. But ever so slowly, as he’s worked to put the broken pieces of your heart back together bit by bit, you’ve found that you’re no longer so afraid to look into those stunning baby blues and accept the love that you find there.

And now, as you lay caged between his strong arms, you gaze unabashedly back at him, the unadulterated devotion brimming in his eyes mirrored in your own.

Looking up at him, it dawns on you—not for the first time—that everything about him, from the top of his head all the way down to his toes, is beloved to you. That golden brown curl that falls across his forehead when his hair, usually so immaculately kempt, is tousled from sleep and the sweep of your fingers. The crinkle around his eyes and the roundness of his cheeks as he smiles at you, those soft lips of his curving upward into a grin that could only be described as angelic despite the devilish things he does to you. The way his skin turns a faint shade of pink, as if even after all this time, he’s bashful about the way your body fits against his just so. That button nose that you can’t help but boop whenever you get the chance.

You reach up to trace his face with a gentle hand, slowly brushing one finger down the slope of his nose and outlining the bow of his lips.

If there ever came a day when you were robbed of the ability to stare at his precious face, you wanted to have every inch of it committed to memory.

He feels the same. You can tell from the way he caresses you, fingertips dancing across your skin as he touches your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your chin. His glasses are still resting on the bedside table where he left them last night, but you know he can still see every bit of you, his gaze as intensely focused as the lasers he locks on mission targets.

His gaze screams into the early morning stillness, You’re my entire world. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Smell.

His scent fills your lungs, fills every available crevice within you until all you can breathe is him. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even after two showers, the smell of jet fuel still clings to his skin, a fixture as permanent as the freckles sprinkled across the back of his neck. It’s a part of who he is, embedded in the blood that flows through his veins. You think of all the times he’s apologized for it, but you like it—even when he’s gone, it lingers on his pillow, a reminder that a part of him will always be with you and that he’ll be back in your arms soon enough.

Jet fuel blends with the woody scent of his body wash, an aroma that you inhale deeply as you bury your face in his neck, your bodies writhing together in a slow, lazy dance as his need for you grows more apparent with each second that passes.

You can actually smell it, the thick scent of desire that hangs over the room like a cloud. Even with the window partially ajar, the early morning breeze lilting through the curtains, it’s a powerful aphrodisiac, making your own need all the more acute.

As his hand trails downward and dips between your legs, you gasp quietly into his mouth, hooking your leg around his as his expert fingers bring you to the brink once again. And yet much too soon, he’s pulling his hand away and smiling at the little noise of protest that you make. He reaches up to grasp your face in his hand and press a kiss to your nose, and you can smell yourself on him. It gives you a little thrill, this thought that you’ve marked him for yourself. He is yours and no one else’s. No one else will ever know this part of him, the part of him that he saves just for you.

And no one else will know you the way that he does. He’s marked you, too, the scent of him heavy on your skin. You hope that it never fades away.

When he stretches his body over yours, fitting himself inside you the way that only he can, your breath and your bodies mingle together as one, and the fragrance of your lovemaking permeates the air.

It says, The rest of the world is gone. It could all fall away right now, forever, and it wouldn’t matter because I have you in my arms.

Sound.

His breathing is heavy in your ear, his panting punctuated by soft grunts and groans of pleasure as his hips roll in tandem with yours, filling you up as he whispers against your skin how beautiful you are, how precious you are to him, how much he loves you.

It’s like a symphony, every noise he makes, every word he whispers music to your ears as your own sighs and whimpers harmonize with his.

No one else could ever make your body sing the way he does.

No one else could ever draw those sounds from him the way you do.

He’s holding you tightly, so tightly, as he loses himself in the sensation of your body, your body that’s gripping him so intensely that he has no choice but to cry out in ecstasy, his moans echoing off the walls of your bedroom and rivaling the yearning coos of the mourning doves outside your window.

You’re crying out, too, his name falling from your lips over and over again in a breathless rush as you cling to him, your arms wrapped securely around his broad shoulders. You know that you’re not going to be able to last much longer.

From the labored sound of his breathing, he isn’t either.

You whisper in his ear that you’re close, that you’re about to fall apart for him.

He captures your lips with his own and whispers back that he’s close, too, that if you can just hold out a few seconds longer, he’ll be right there with you to accompany you into oblivion.

And so you do. You hold out just long enough until he’s practically sobbing your name, and then you tumble over the edge as well, the sound of his name reverberating off the walls until the two of you are lying still in the afterglow, panting and gasping for air.

You can hear his heart beating inside his chest as he collapses on top of you, still inside you as he nuzzles against your cheek, pressing lazy kisses to your jaw.

Running your fingertips up and down his back, you relish the magnificence of this still, slow morning and the beauty of the man you get to share it with.

All of it—touch, taste, sight, smell, sound—is such a glorious reminder of what it is to be seen and known and loved in a way you never would have thought possible before him.

“I love you, Bobby,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

Bob smiles at you, his hands coming to rest on either side of your face as he kisses you tenderly, admiring the way the light skates across your skin. “I love you, too, sunshine.”

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #x reader #x female reader #top gun #top gun: maverick #lewis pullman

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city-of-ladies · 3 months ago

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"The prominence of female divinity in Minoan culture might well have reflected the prominence of Minoan women in daily life. In Shang dynasty China, the authority of goddesses such as the Eastern and Western Mothers was echoed to some degree by the authority of women in elite society and even the army. Fu Jing and Fu Hao, wives of King Wu Ding, led men into battle before being honoured in death with monumental tombs containing the victims of human sacrifice, battle axes, knives and arrowheads. In Egypt, many of the images of Hatshepsut were destroyed or defaced after her death when her name was removed from the official list of rulers by her male successors, who sought to claim direct descent from her husband. It is possible that images of powerful Minoan women were subject to similar mistreatment.

While there is no evidence that Minoan women ruled in the same manner as Hatshepsut, or joined battle like the women of Shang China, the sheer number of artworks depicting them centrally placed and on a larger scale than men has prompted some historians to speculate that Minoan society was matriarchal or matrilineal. ‘Neopalatial Crete,’ writes one scholar, ‘presents the best candidate for a matriarchy – if one ever existed.’ There is nothing to say that the position of Minoan women was in any way secondary to that of men.

Minoan women were certainly not confined to the weaving room. Sculptures show them playing lyres, flutes and zithers, sashaying in flounced chevron-patterned skirts and raising their arms in the air in ecstasy. In the ‘Grandstand Fresco’ from Knossos the women are more carefully delineated in paint than the men. Each woman has her own identity, her own style. The women appear to occupy the main rooms of the palace while the men congregate as an anonymous mass beyond. Women depicted seated – a sign of divinity or authority – are often being approached by men or animals. A highly enigmatic fresco at Thera (Santorini), for example, features a woman wearing large hoop earrings, a snake in her hair, and a neck-chain of ducks, sitting on a dais with a griffin beside her while a blue monkey pays her court.

On a gold ring, a female deity, we may presume, is seated beneath a tree, where she receives flowers from two women. A smaller figure of a man with a double-headed axe over his head hovers between them. By depicting the man beneath the axe, and on a smaller scale than the women, the engraver of the ring perhaps hoped to convey that he was a divine vision, almost a thought-bubble, originating in one of the female worshipper’s heads. Trees, as Arthur Evans recognised, were sacred in Minoan culture, and were perhaps believed to be capable of inspiring divine visions in those who honoured them. Such artworks contribute to the picture of Minoan women exerting considerable religious authority in the palace complexes and society more widely.

Minoan women also played a crucial role in ritual. The early Minoans sometimes interred their dead twice by exhuming the bones of their family members and resettling them later in jars. The more usual custom, however, was to bury the dead in chamber tombs or stone beehive-shaped ‘tholos’ tombs, clay sarcophagi or, in the case of infants, under the floorboards of the home. The colourful paintings on a rare limestone sarcophagus from Hagia Triada, circa 1400 bc, show three men carrying young animals and a model boat to the deceased, who stands in front of his tomb, ready to receive his provisions for the afterlife. There are also three women present, the first of whom pours a libation into a cauldron placed between two upright axes mounted by birds; the second carries further vessels; the third – darker skinned like the men and thus possibly of lower social status – has a lyre. On the other side of the sarcophagus the women assist in the sacrifice of a bull on an altar. Other wall paintings show women involved in rituals of their own involving blood. A fresco from Akrotiri features a group of women, one of whom sits beside a sunken room or ‘lustral basin’ with a bleeding foot. A tree also bleeds. It is possible that lustral basins were used for purification by women during or after menstruation."

The Missing Thread: A Women's History of the Ancient World, Daisy Dunn

#history #women in history #women's history #historyedit #minoan women #minoan civilization #bronze age #crete #knossos #ancient history #ancient world #powerful women #historical figures

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bethanythebogwitch · 9 months ago

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Wet Beast Wednesday: alligator snapping turtle

This will be a shorter WBW than usual, as I forgot to prep a post in advance and am writing this on short notice. Today's topic is the alligator snapping turtle, a beast from the bayou almost looks like a dinosaur. Macrochelys temminckii is the only member of its genus and, along with the three members of the genus Chelydra, is one of the four living snapping turtle species. Some scientists suggest splitting it into three species, but this is still a matter of debate. Snapping turtles are large, predatory turtles known for their very sharp beaks, extreme bite forces, and alleged aggressiveness.

(Image ID: an alligator snapping turtle sitting on gravel. It is a large, brown turtle. Its shall has three spiked ridged running down it. The head is large and angular, with a very sharp beak. It has small, brown eyes. Its mouth is open in a threat display. End ID)

The alligator snapping turtle is one of the largest freshwater turtles in the world, surpassed only by a few species of rare Asian softshells. The alligator snapping turtle can be distinguished from the common snapping turtle, whose range overlaps with that of the alligator snapping turtle, by the three spiky ridges going down its shell. These ridges, along with its powerful jaws, are often compared to those of an alligator, hence the common name. The turtles grow through their entire lives and can reach truly huge sizes. In the wild, adult males (who are larger than females) range between 35 and 80.8 cm (13.8 to 31.8 in) in caprapace (top shell) length and weigh between 8.4 and 80 kg (19 to 176 lbs). Sometimes, a true giant will be found, usually an old male. Reported weights of giant males include 113, 107, and 135 kg (249, 236, 298 lbs). The tail is longer and thicker than in most turtles. The head is large and thick and can deliver bites with a force averaging 159 newtons. This is less than the bite force of the common snapping turtle, but still enough to bite someone's finger off. The inside of the mouth is brownish and the tongue has an appendage that looks like a worm on it. Unlike most turtles, the alligator snapping turtle cannot withdraw into its shell. The plastron (lower shell) covers less of the body than in most species and cannot cover retracted limbs, heads, or tails.

(Image ID: a close-up of the head of an alligator snapping turtle with its mouth open. The tongue is visible, which has a pink, fleshy appendage that looks like a worm. End ID)

Alligator snapping turtles live in the southeast USA in rovers, streams, and lakes, preferably with deep water. They spend most of their lives in the water, only leaving if in search of a new home or when laying eggs. They are nocturnal, but may still hunt during the day. The turtles are passive ambush predators who sit perfectly still with their mouths open and tongues exposed. The worm-like appendage on the tongue is used to attract prey, which the turtle will bite down on quickly and with extreme force. This is a form of aggressive mimicry. You may be wondering what they eat and the answer is just about anything. Fish, amphibians, and snails appear to be the most common prey, but they will also feed on crayfish, insects, snakes, worms, birds, small mammals, other turtles, and even small alligators. Basically if it can fit in the turtle's mouth, it will be eaten. While not active predators, they will dig up burrows in search of food. They also feed on carrion and will sometimes eat aquatic plants. A turtle can go 50 minutes between breaths and they sit still so much that most individuals will have a thick layer of algae growing on their shells. The algae helps them camouflage as rocks when not moving. Fishermen tales often say that alligator snapping turtles can depopulate all of the fish in a body of water, but this does not appear to be true. Adult alligator snapping turtles have no natural predators while juveniles are eaten by fish, birds, raccoons, and other snapping turtles.

(Image ID: an alligator snapping turtle underwater in an aquarium. Picture from the Smithsonian's National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute. End ID)

Mating takes place in spring, earlier in the season in more southern climates. Laying takes place around two months later. The females will leave the water and travel around 50 meters inland. The distance is to prevent the eggs from being flooded, which would kill them. She will build a nest in sandy soil and bury the eggs. No further care is provided. Clutches consist of between 8 and 60 eggs at a time. After 100-140 days, the eggs hatch. The hatchlings are fully independent and must make their own way in life. The sex of the hatchlings is determined by the temperature of the soil they are incubated in. Soil of 29-30 degrees C (84.2 to 86 F) results in primarily females, 25 to 27 C (77 to 80.6 F), results in primarily males, and anything in between results in a mix. Individuals become sexually mature after about 11-12 years. The maximum lifespan of wild turtles is unknown, but individuals in captivity can live over a century.

(Image ID: two baby alligator snapping turtles held in a person's hand. They are smaller than the person's palm, but otherwise look no different than the adults. One is on its back, displaying the small plastron. End ID)

(Image ID: alligator snapping turtles hatching in captivity. The eggs are small white spheres that look like ping-pong balls. The number 19 has been written on them in what appears to be sharpie. Several of the eggs have already hatched. In the middle of the picture, a turtle is pertially emerged from its egg. End ID

Alligator snapping turtles are classified as vulnerable by the IUCN. Their primary threat is habitat loss as wetlands are drained and dammed. They are also hunted and used as food by humans. This is common enough that some states have had to pass laws protecting the turtles. Despite being characterized as aggressive, alligator snapping turtles rarely attack humans and only in self-defense. Because they cannot retract into their shells, the turtles defend themselves by facing a potential threat with their mouths open as a warning. This has furthered its reputation as an aggressive animal. Because the turtles take so long to reproduce, restoring populations is a very slow process. Alligator snapping turtles are sometimes used as pets, though they need expert care due to their sheer size and the potential danger of handling them. Use in the pet trade has resulted in the turtles being introduced outside of their native range. They have become an invasive species on some places, notably in southern Africa.

(Image ID: an alligator snapping turtle next to a human man. The human is holding it up by the front of the shell to show its size. End ID)

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femsolid · 2 years ago

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"The equation of maleness with bigness persists as a dearly loved concept. I’ve heard “Look at the big males” while viewing an elephant matriarch and her offspring in Kenya, and “Look at the big male” while sighting a female musk ox and her young in Alaska, and I’ve gnashed my teeth on both occasions. Authoritative women who correct false impressions are unfeminine and bossy but it is equally true that amateur observers of wildlife tend to assume that the largest animal in any grouping must be a male, and furthermore, that he must be in charge.

Contemplation of a big female mating with a smaller male is so at odds with our human perspective and the sort of anthropomorphizing that is found in books for children that many intelligent people are surprised to hear that in a majority of species, females do happen to be the larger sex. This is an evolutionary adaptation with probable reproductive advantage for the American bald eagle, the king crab, the snowy owl, the gypsy moth, the chinchilla, the garter snake, the python, the right whale, the humpback whale, the gray whale, the blue whale (thus the largest creature in the world is female), all families of rabbits and hares, the hawks and the falcons, toads, sharks, salmon, flounder, most hummingbirds and turtles, and other fish, birds, reptiles, amphibians and insects too numerous to mention.

Only a half-inch shorter than Prince Charles when she wore her flat heels, Lady Di was reduced in stature by a full head for the postage stamp that commemorated their royal wedding. “She looked up into his eyes” is more than a breathless phrase from a Gothic novel; it is an expression of the heterosexual relationship as we expect to find it. When a woman stands taller than a man she has broken a cardinal feminine rule, for her physical stature reminds him that he may be too short—inadequate, insufficient—for the competitive world of men. She has dealt a blow to his masculine image, undermined his footing as aggressor-protector. To show a man that he may not be needed is a terribly unfeminine stance."

- Femininity by Susan Brownmiller

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uncharismatic-fauna · 2 months ago

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Golden Poison Frogs: The Gold Standard

Golden poison frogs (Phyllobates terribilis) are a species of frog found only along the Pacific coast in the Amazon Rainforest of Columbia; their total range encompasses less than 5,000 square km;. Their prime habitat is near rivers, streams, and ponds, but the are able to survive in a variety of microhabitats along the forest floor thanks to the forest's extremely warm, humid climate.

The golden poison frog is perhaps noted for its crowning as the most poisonous species on the planet. A single adult contains enough poison in its skin to kill 2-3 grown humans, although the frog would have to be ingested for its toxins to be fatal. However, there is at least one species of snake, the fire-bellied snake (Erythrolamprus epinephalus) which is immune to the frog's toxins and often predates on juveniles. P. terribilis consumes a variety of insects, but gets its poison from the beetles in its diet, and without them individuals lose their toxicity.

Although tiny, the golden poison frog is hard to miss. They are the largest species of poison frog at a weight of 30 g (1 oz) and a length of 6 cm (2.4 in). Females are usually larger than males. The species is named for the most common color moroph, bright yellow, but populations may also come in green, orange, and white. The coloration is a warning to predators to stay away.

Golden poison frogs are typically active during the day. Members of the same sex are highly territorial, but populations within a small area can be quite large. Individuals defend their territory by calling loudly and performing a push-up motion, which can also serve to attract potential mates. The species can reproduce year-round, and both males and females have multiple partners.

After the female has laid a clutch of about 20 eggs, the male carries them on his back up a tree to a bromeliad or small tree hole filled with water. There the eggs hatch as tadpoles after 11-12 days. The tadpoles feed on algae and insect larvae until they metamorphose into froglets, which takes about 2 months. The froglets take a further year to fully mature, and adults may live for up to 5 years.

Conservation status: P. terribilis is classified as Endangered by the IUCN. The species has a relatively small home range, and is seriously threatened by habitat loss. However, there are many private, government, and NGO captive-bread populations across the globe.

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nekassvariigs · 2 years ago

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in the mood for fucking a gigant woman

Yamato x reader

strap-on, Yamato written in pronouns as male, body as female, Yamato x F! reader.

(If youre offended in any way dont continue reading)

He was playful in nature always standing tall and proud few feet taller than you, you bit your lip a little verytime he stood before you, his chest peering over you, you couldnt help but to imagine how nice it would feel to rest your head inside the soft mounds of his breasts.

He never made it apparant that your bedroom eyes made him warm inside the way you threw subtle gazes at the side boob each time he was leaning forth while taking a drink or walking beside you.

He was subtle, keeping his hands to himself in the moments that mattered, calloused hands rough from all the training he did wrapping around your small waist he spoke. "Youve been staring at me latley." he was bold he didnt need to be shy or indirect towards you, his puppy eyes turned to a more knowledged gaze holding a slight seduction to them.

You shuddered lightly at the way his palm glassed over your ribs his face inches away from yours he never fully grasped the perverted throughts you held of him sometimes.

He smirked a little noticing how much you were panicking from his touch his ombré hair tickling the side of your face he hauled you up over his shoulder.

With a yelp you struggled to get an answer from him as he confidently strolled past people who started at your form above him.

"Oh my-" you could hear a woman whisper to herself staring at the two women .

He held you firmly his larger hand resting at the thickest part of your thigh which he squeezed a couple of times on the way.

"Y-yamato where are we going?" You asked curious of this sudden change in him.

"You'll see." he chuckled fingers slipping on the insides of your thighs right under your the inseam of your ass. Your breath hitched at his touch. Yamato made his way inside tucking his head as he entered, a lush sofa waiting there in full display.

He laid you on it, his hips seating on your thigh you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

His hands held against the edge of the sofa, his breasts in full view for you. You blushed staring at the horned male, gaze wavering as his orange eyes peered down on you intimatley.

You gulped feeling his hips rut against your thigh he took it upon himself to allow you to feel the mounds on his chest.

"I-" you couldnt even form a sentence as he guided your hand over his body, slipping your hands between the inseam of his white shirt, his body was way warmer than yours, skin supple and soft as your hand tredged around it, a playful birthmark on the left side of his chest you leaned in toppling yourself over him reversing your roles.

Your head between his mounds you pressed a gentle kiss on the confident males body, this excited him,as he pulled his shirt lower exsposing more of the supple skin.

With an open mouthed kiss you reached to kiss his side a warm hand traling around your waist as you did what you pleased your hips inching against his, he toyed with the button on your pants slipping his hand in the crease to feel around your lower body.

You took pleasure in the way he curiously explored you his hands fitting around the inside of your pants he squeezed your hips ,slipping past to gently trace his hand across your spine as you moved to toy with his nipples. Rubbing circles around his areolas you watched as they hardened in the chilly air your tongue licking the side of his right breast.

He groaned silently at the touch arching your back closer to him.

Your mouth lingered on his skin pressing open mouthed kisses at his sides and collarbones, his hips buckled against your own as he retracted his hands to pull his pants away.

You reached to pull your shirt up his eyes wandering over your waist as he imagined how he would fill you.

"Pretty~" he mumbled across the crook of your neck as he placed his head over your shoulder his hands snaking to undo your bra.

Laces falling down your shoulders you discarded the garment, your breasts rubbing against his larger ones.

He kissed under your ear fondling a handful of your breast with his hands, he squeezed and tugged leaving you breathless for more, his lips always hovering over your shoulder, his eyes entranced with your expressions.

The way your mouth was held lightly ajar slow breaths falling from within as he lazily kissed your shoulder.

"I want you.." you gave into his taunts giving him the okay to cross a line further with you.

His hands roamed to pull your pants away exsposing you to himself fully. He smiled as he reached for something close by.

Your body expecantly waiting for him, your eyes widened at what he pulled around his waist.

A rather large red strap-on the same beautiful crimson color as his horns.

He leaned in to press a quick chaste kiss his hands adjusting the red belts that followed his hips.

You whined lightly, splaying your legs to give him a show for what hes done to you, you rubbed soft strokes against your clit, massaging your juices all over your needy cunt. Yamatos eyes stayed in a strance watching your fingers tease the opening time and time again, he licked his hand, thick strands of saliva dripping down it as he lubricated the false toy he pulled you by the thighs close to him the crimson toy layed atop your drenched cunt.

"You did this you know." He stared at you cupping your breasts pinching your nipples as they jiggled when you let them go.

"And i dont regret a thing~" you cooed watching as he rubbed himself over your cunt with slow strokes, the friction and wetness caused your cunt to squelch against him.

He prodded the tip against your core pushing in for you to get a feel for whats to come.

You moaned at the intrusion letting your body adjust to the girth inside you your walls pulsed already.

Just when you felt comfortable with taking him deeper he pulled out rolling his hips against your clit once more an all knowing smirk on his face, you couldnt belive hed be teasing you like this.

"What?" he looked over to you pressing his cock to rut closer against you.

You bit your lip, covering your face with your hand,a strong red blush creeping on your pretty face, all the way to the tips of your ears.

"Whats wrong?" he teased putting the tip back in just to take it out once more.

Your hips quivered in anticipation as you listened to the wet pop each time he pulled out.

"Yamato.." you whispered his name catching his attention

"Please stop teasing.." he smiled watchig you plead for him.

He thrusted futher in allowing his cock to seath halfway inside of you,still displeased with the feeling you whined out for him reaching your hands for him.

He kissed each palm as he pulled out watching you writhe at the loss of contact.

His hands roamed your lower body squeezing your lush hips he snaked his hands under your ass rising your pelvis upwards he placed a cushion under your hips allowing himself for easier acsess.

He allowed his hands to caress the sides of your body his hips clashing with yours, as he leaned in to suck on your breast.

The fuffling feeling of him inside you was short of breathtaking, your walls convusled against him, the pooling warmth in your lower body only proved your desperation for him.

He snapped his hips in a steady pace watching as you fell deeper into the bliss by his cock.

He continued leaving bruising kisses down your chest, his plump breasts layed low on your stomach, his hard nipples rubbing against the soft skin there. You curled your arm around them, groping the mounds in haze of lust.

His hips clashed against yours harder hard cock hitting your cervix, you gasped in plasure each time you squeezed tighter on him he bucked harder inside you.

"Fuck." You panted watching him pull away from you, hands holding onto your thighs as he began a rougher pace, The crimson cock slipping against your walls in a hurried pace, juices dripping over it as he thursted inside.

You loved the way he peered over you, his larger body against your smaller frame defenetly adding into the kinky side of things.

His breasts bounced with each stroke inside of you, a pool of sweat over his brow you watched the way his abs flexed each time he pushed his hips.

The rising heat in your body showed itself through glazed skin, the coil in your body burning passionatley as he rubbed against the sweetest spot inside.

You mewled and clawed at the sheets, your moans filling the entire room letting everyone know what you two were up to.

He peered over you large red horns glistening against the light of the room his arms trapped your body, his hot breath hitting your face he leaned for a steamy kiss, his pace growing reckless as you moaned inside his mouth with stuttered breaths.

You locked your legs around his hips guiding him deeper inside your pussy. He pulled away biting his lips as your hand clawed at his arm, deep yet feminine groans falling from his mouth as he chased after his high. You watched his eyes roll back in pleasure his lower body quivering every now and then. You desperatley leaned for another kiss, his lips sucked on yours pulling away with a pop he reconected engaging you in a heated makeout.

Your moans grew louder as you groped his chest, hips pulling him in against yourself, you felt your high come over you in a daze calling out for him to let him know of your release.

He pulled away red horns resting close against your neck he panted heavily the rising moans spewed from his chest as his cock stopped deep inside of you, he convusled against you loud groans spilling from his lips as he called your name.

You wiped away the slick hairs on his forehead pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, he smiled sheepishly as he pulled out tossing the garment in haste he layed over you, large body compleatley covering yours as you laid butt naked staring in eachothers eyes, your hand tracing gentle patterns on his back you listened to him humm gently at this warm affection.

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herpsandbirds · 9 months ago

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Hello! Since March 8th is International Women’s Day, I was wondering if you might share with us some females from various species? (Since the more vibrant males tend to get the spotlight lol)

International Women’s Day!!!

Yes yes yes! With many animals, the females are more impressively large or more colorful than the males. Let's have a look at some impressive and amazing females...

(Southern) Green Anaconda (Eunectes murinus), female, family Boidae, Ecuador

With many snakes, the females get to be much larger than the males. Female Anacondas grow to be the heaviest snakes in the world, as up to 97.5 kg (214 lb 15 oz).

Though reports have claimed that Green Anacondas can grow up to over 30 ft long, the longest ever ACTUALLY measured was about 19 ft. long.

photograph by Alejandro Arteaga Advance Wildlife Education

Brahminy Blindsnake aka Flowerpot Snake (Indotyphlops braminus), family Typhlopidae, found in tropical and subtropical areas around the world

This snake is native to somewhere along the Indian Ocean, possibly somewhere in SE Asia or coastal Africa.

The fossorial (burrowing) snake feeds mainly on the larvae, pupae, and eggs of ants and termites.

All known specimens of this snake have been female. They reproduce through parthenogenesis (asexually).

photograph via: UGA Coastal Ecology Lab

Red Phalarope (Phalaropus fulicarius), female, family Scolopacidae, order Charadriiformes, near Barrow, Alaska, USA

Female Phalaropes are larger and more colorful than the males. They court the males and defend the nest site. The males incubate the eggs, and raise the chicks.

photograph by Mark A. Chappell

Sonoran Spotted Whiptail (Aspidoscelis sonorae), females, family Teiidae, Arizona

This is another all female parthenogentic species.

There are other closely relates species, other whiptails and racerunners, that are also all female populations. Some of them are completely parthenogenic, and some combine parthenogenesis with sexual input from closely related species or populations nearby.

photograph by Tom Brennan

photograph by Forrest Fanning

photograph by Giuseppe Mazza

Asian Yellow-spotted Climbing Toad (Rentapia hosii), females, family Bufonidae, found in SE Asia

The females of this species are large, gorgeous, ornate frogs, while the males are much smaller and much less colorful.

#frog #toad #amphibian #snake #anaconda #reptile #phalarope #bird #animals #nature #whiptail #lizard #blind snake #international women's day

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 1 year ago

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If you're never planning to breed a snake, is it worth getting them sexed anyway?

It's not really necessary, no. That said, though, you might think it's worth it for a few reasons:

Knowing the sex is useful if you want to guesstimate your snake's adult size. In most speces, female snakes can get significantly larger, and that's something many people will want to plan for.

So you can be on the lookout for the very rare sex-based health conditions that might pop up. Even if you're not breeding snakes, female snakes will sometimes lay unfertilized eggs anyway, and, like, it's great to not be entirely surprised by that. Egg-binding is also a risk for any snake who lays eggs. It's rare that this will become a problem, like I said, but still - knowing your snake is female and probably has some eggs is a lot better than panicking because it feels like your snake is full of tumors.

Male snakes tend to go off food during breeding season (all snakes do, but males are worse for it). It can be nice to know you've got a male so you don't worry when your snake suddenly stops eating for a bit.

You can decide for yourself if that's worth it for you! A lot of vets will be happy to sex your snake for you at their regular checkup.

#not a rating #snake anatomy

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lxke02 · 4 months ago

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SERPENT STYLE

—soshiro hoshina x fem! iguro obanai! reader

PROLOGUE [2/3]

MASTERLIST | PREV. | NEXT CH. | NAV.

Soshiro Hoshina prided himself with the sword, it's something he has done all throughout his life.

He swung his sword tirelessly every day, with intent to improve, with intent to catch up to his older brother.

"Soshiro Hoshina, unleashed combat power 42 percent?!" he smirked as he tried to adjust his body to the new suit, feeling the material cling to his skin as if it was becoming one with him-like a second skin.

"[Name] Iguro, unleashed combat power... Is 45 percent?!"

Soshiro heard the voice from the speaker exclaimed. His eyes widened, wine red eyes darting towards the female's direction. It was a three point difference but it still amazed him.

[Name] Iguro. The female was stuck in his mind the moment he first saw her. It wasn't her looks that caught his interest (although it did) but the first thing he noticed was the sword on her waist.

Mesmerizing heterochromatic turquoise and gold sharp eyes, long black hair tied into a ponytail, a long wiggly sword secured tightly on her waist-although he is confused why her sword is like that, he assumes it's for her fighting style.

And lastly, the bandages wrapping the lower half of her face, just below the nose and enough to cover her cheeks and mouth. Adding a mysterious flare to her.

To think he would meet another swordsman here. He thought he would be the only one using swords as what his father often told him that, "The era of swords are blah blah blah."

He didn't bother remembering his father's exact words. It will only hold him back.

He grins, his usual fangs poking out of his smile as he grins at the girl. He is intrigued by her, especially with the bandages around her face but is currently replaced with the mask from the suit they are wearing.

[Name] just looked at him with a puzzled expression, turquoise and gold eyes looking at him up and down before turning away to avoid his gaze as she listened to the proctor on what they should do.

He just shrugs and turns away and listens to the proctor.

Their final exam would be them neutralizing weak Kaijus.

And Hoshina Soshiro was made aware of the differences of skills between him and the female blade user.

He can barely keep up with her and he was amazed at the precise slashes she made, how effortlessly she killed the Kaijus coming her way.

Her movement reminded him of a snake in some way. How she slithered around monstrous Kaijus like a serpent.

It seems he cannot take the spotlight from her and Soshiro decided to...

Pave the way for her.

He made sure to get rid of the smaller kaijus so [Name] can focus on the medium and larger sized ones.

[Name] tilted her head to look behind her to see a purple haired male following her, effortlessly too. She returned her focus in front of her once more as she jumped and ran on building walls. The sound of gunshots can be heard from a distance. The sound of her shoes tapping against the cement wall fills her ears but despite that, she's focused and locked in. She'll make sure to kill every single kaiju in this training area.

The gear she was wearing felt odd to her skin, she's not used to it as she often wore her usual white and black hakama paired with her black and white stripes haori.

The sword she is using isn't her sword but it's something the JAKDF provided her, though the length of the blade isn't much to her liking.

"Iguro-san, take care of the larger yojus!" she hears an unfamiliar voice from her earpiece and she assumes it's the boy following behind her.

She looked behind her and her heterochromatic eyes landed on the dual blades on the boy's hands. It's smaller than hers.

"Those are too small to cut up medium to large size kaijus." she thought to herself and immediately understood why the boy said that to her through the earpiece.

With a nod, she let Hoshina run past her as she took care of the larger yonju down on the ground while the purple headed boy went to cut up the smaller yojus ahead of her.

"Serpent style, third form... Coil choke." she mutters underneath her breath, circling behind the yoju like a serpent while using her sword to slice the yoju from all directions.

Exposing its core. She grins underneath the mask as she increases her speed and leaps into the air.

"Serpent style, fourth form..." she mutters again as she prepares her blade to deal the final blow, "Twin headed reptile!" She explained as she descended in a flash.

Dealing a horizontal slash directly to the yoju's core.

Killing it immediately. Crimson pooling into the cold cement ground, staining her shoes.

She turned around to look at Hoshina, watching him swiftly deal with the smaller sized yojus.

Heterochromatic turquoise and gold eyes widening as she watches how fast and precise the boy's moves are.

"Hoshina style, Number two..." he mutters, yet loud enough for [Name] to hear. She watches how he gripped his dual blades firmly as he prepares to attack. She didn't notice she was holding her breath as she looked at him. She watches how focused he is, wine-red eyes staring at the exposed core of the yoju, glimmering with multiple colors against the radiant sun.

"Cross slasher!" Hoshina exclaimed as he dealt a dual attack on the last remaining yoju, the attack forming an 'x' and cutting the core into four pieces.

Hoshina smirked as he watched the crimson begin to pour out of the dead yoju. His fangs poking out of his mischievous and silly smile, wine-red eyes looking at the last target in front of them.

"I'll leave this one to you, Iguro-san!" he exclaimed and [Name] nodded, moving her legs as she began to run, running past Hoshina who looked at her in wonder.

Using the debris on the surroundings, she jumps on to a rubble and uses it as a momentum to leap even higher.

The honju, a large sized kaiju with metal-like scales.

"My sword can't cut through those scales..." she thought to herself before descending down to deal an attack behind the creature.

"Serpent style, second form..." Raising her sword to prepare an attack, heterochromatic eyes analyzing the creature-looking for any sign of weakness.

Her eyes widened as she noticed the slits that connect its scales, the slits allowing the honju to move.

She inhales sharply as oxygen flows through every nook and cranny of her body. Her grip on the sword tightens and Hoshina just looks at her with awe in his wine-red eyes. Holding his breath as he watches.

"Venom fangs of the narrow head."

The blade of the sword reaches the tiniest gap that connects the honju's head to its body, easily cutting through its flesh, cutting its head along with its core.

Wine-red eyes widened in awe as he watched the girl's skill with the blade.

He finally understood why there's a three point gap between them.

He looked at the girl's back, her long black hair that reaches her shoulders (tied neatly into a tail) something looked like it didn't just go through a battle, remaining its usually silky smooth shine.

He watches as she turns around to face him and he gives her a closed eyed grin, fangs poking out of his lips.

"Ya handled those kaijus pretty well, I am amazed by your swordsmanship." He says with a grin, and she nodded.

.....

Soshiro just tilted his head in confusion, wine-red eyes blinking animatedly as an awkward silence fell between them.

He sweat dropped as the girl just looked at him with no emotions whatsoever.

"Well... This is kind of awkward." He thought to himself.

Soshiro clears his throat, offering his hand for a handshake, "My name is Soshiro Hoshina, it is a pleasure to meet ya." He says with a toothy grin and the girl just looked at his hand with a raised eyebrow.

"[Name] Iguro." She answers curtly, not bothering to shake his hand.

Which irked him slightly as his eye twitched.

"My... How cold of you." He says with a playful pout as he slowly lowers his hand.

"That concludes the final test, examinees please return back inside." A female voice announced from the speakers and the girl just shrugs and walks past him.

His eyes twitched as he huffed and began following her, catching up to the shorter girl.

"Mou... Do you wanna be friends? I don't know anyone else who uses the sword to fight and ya seem strong too." He says with a small pout and the female seems to be ignoring him.

He doesn't know she's just overstimulated from what just happened and the whole lady exam took all her energy and her social battery has run out.

Soshiro paused on his steps as the girl seemed to stop walking. Turning to face him and placed a finger over his lips to shush him.

"Shut up." She says with an irk mark on her forehead before continuing to walk away, leaving the boy there.

And Soshiro Hoshina doesn't know if he should be mad or attracted.

His just huffed in annoyance before continuing to return back to the base.

Finding out that the girl has already left along with the rest of the other examinees.

He pouted, despite the girl's cold personality. He actually wanted to befriend her.

He presses his lips on a thin line, "But she's making me have second thoughts on approaching her." he thought to himself as he removed his suit, revealing a tight black compression shirt underneath paired with some black cargo pants.

He sighs, he'll have to see her again if both of them pass the exams.

He knows they will, both of them are are at the top after all.

Soshiro saw her again during the oath taking ceremony for the passers. He was lost inside the building when he heard a familiar feminine voice.

"Where are you going? The oath taking ceremony is held this way." She says with a deadpanned expression, her right bandaged hand pointing in the opposite direction of where he was going.

He turned around and the familiar heterochromatic eyed girl still with the bandages around the lower half of her face, with her albino snake wrapped comfortably around her neck as usual and he grinned, "I didn't expect ya would be the one to start the conversation unlike the last time we saw each other." He says with a smirk with his arms crossed and she sighs, "My apologies." She says with a small deadpan, clearly not interested at him.

"You were talking too much and I was tired." She bluntly says and he pouts, "But, I am glad to see you, I guess." She says with a small shrug and Soshiro laughs.

"Who wouldn't?" He says with confidence and he had to fight back a laugh as he noticed an irk mark appeared on the girl's face.

"I take it back, I am in fact not glad to see you." She deadpans before walking towards the direction she was pointing at earlier.

Soshiro's eyes widened as he began to try and catch up with the girl towards the area where the oath taking ceremony would be held at.

They would officially be officers today.

➤ SLIGHT TIMESKIP.

"I would respectfully refuse." [Name] says softly, standing face to face with the Third Division Unit's Captain, Mina Ashiro.

The taller girl's eyes widened, not expecting the swordswoman to reject her offer of becoming Vice-Captain. She tilted her head in confusion, "I beg your pardon?" She asked and [Name] sighs softly.

"I am not fit for the position, I am sure that you are aware of my distaste for men and how I have trouble connecting with them." She spoke firmly, both of her hands behind her back, her sword secured and hanging tightly on her side, "So, I firmly believe that I am unfit to lead and if I may be so bold to offer a recommendation for such a title."

Mina Ashiro looked at the girl with curiosity, crossing her arms over her chest, waiting for the other girl's recommendation.

Although, she has a feeling that she already knows who.

Despite the rivalry happening between [Name] Iguro and Soshiro Hoshina, the two seem to be good friends.

Although, both of them are not admitting to it loudly. Just an unspoken agreement between the two.

Both soldiers pave the way for each other when needed while also maintaining playful jabs at each other.

She watched how the two grew, becoming friends, supporting each other through battle, and helping each other improve.

A true camaraderie indeed.

"I believe Soshiro Hoshina is a better person to fit for the title and I am sure he would help you lead far better than I do." She said with utmost sincerity, holding truth to her words.

Mina smiles warmly at the suggestion, "Then, I take your word for it."

JAKDF SECRETS

•Soshiro cried a little when he found [Name] suggested him to take the title, he would've sobbed if he wasn't face to face with the third division captain.

•He demanded why [Name] refused and told him the exact reason she told the captain and also because he deserves it.

•Soshiro and [Name] became unspoken friends when Soshiro took the hit for [Name] one time.

•They have mutual respect for each other and Soshiro begins to understand that the girl is just introverted.

#kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 x reader #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshxnaa's masterlist #hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro #hoshina soshirou #kaiju no 8 x reader #𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘 #reposting this in a cleaner format

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omg-snakes · 4 months ago

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What shipping company do you typically use to ship your snakes? I'm looking to ship 3 adult & 1 subadult cornsnake from (south)California to Florida, and I was also wondering what would be the best way to package them, like would bags or petri dishes be better? I have two males and two females, so would that influence how I should package them? Thanks for any advice you can give!

Hey friend!

I use Reptiles Express as my shipping partner. Redline and Ship Your Reptiles are other popular choices.

The sex of the snakes shouldn't impact how they are packaged, but the size of them definitely does. For anything larger than a yearling, I use snake bags rather than deli cups as they take up less space in a box and offer more cushion. This also prevents snakes from being rattled too much during transport. I put a couple of handfuls of soft bedding into the bags, but some folks prefer to put the snakes in without any bedding and have extra padding around the bags. Either works, just make sure the snakes can move enough to get comfortable in their bags but are padded enough that they won't be jostled if the box is dropped or shaken.

Make sure snakes have had ample time to digest before travel. For adults, don't feed them for at least 5-7 days before they ship out. It's better to skip a meal and arrive a little hungry than risk stress and motion sickness.

Make sure you order your shipping box from the company that you choose to ship with. Many shipping companies will put their own company name on the box, and if there's an issue during shipping FedEx might reach out to them, so you definitely want the shipping partner to be able to find your information easily if they need to contact you. Choose a box that will just fit all of your snakes and no larger. The bigger the box, the more padding and temperature regulation you'll need and the more it'll cost to ship. You'll probably need something like a 12x9x6 box, or thereabouts, depending on the size of the adults being shipped.

Most importantly this time of year, especially considering your shipping origin and destination, is temperature control. Do not ship unless temperatures are above 40 degrees and below 90 along your entire shipping route for the duration of travel. You may need to check with FedEx to determine which routing hub(s) your package would be traveling through, but it's likely either Oakland, CA or Memphis, TN if not both.

Depending on the size of your box, I recommend putting in at least two Phase22 Cryopak cooling packs, once on each side of the box, to maintain a safe internal temperature. These packs won't chill the snakes, but will absorb heat and keep the ambient temperature in your box lower than outside. Don't put them in direct contact with the snake bags, though, just to be safe.

One other thing is that you don't need to poke holes in the box for air, but don't tape up the corners when you're assembling your box. Reptiles don't use as much oxygen as mammals, so those corner gaps are enough to allow for gas exchange. Holes in the side reduce the structural integrity of the box and are just ways for pests and heat to get in.

I definitely recommend checking out the resources provided by each shipping company to see how exactly to pack up your snakes and give them the best and easiest possible trip. These companies want very much for you to succeed and they have guides and videos to walk you through every step of the process.

I wish you a smooth and stress-free experience!

#snake #snakes #reptile #reptiles #reptiblr #corn snake #corn snakes #answers to questions #text post #snake shipping #shipping snakes #pro shipping #but not that kind of shipping ew #do ship snakes but also don't ship snakes?#idk man i'm tired #long post

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