#genital sheath

[eldar-of-zemlya]

I've noticed that in many fics, Spock is often depicted wearing boxers or briefs, even though in this fic, he has a genital sheath. Personally, I think it makes more sense for Vulcan males to wear something closer to traditionally feminine cuts of underwear, given this variant of biology.

So, here’s my take on different designs for Vulcan male lingerie!

+ bonus Spock

[isthehorsevideocute]

I would love it if people would stop being stupid about animals being drawn anatomically correct in realism and semi realism. People were (and still are) loosing there abssolute shit over a commission an artist on tiktok did of a Shire horse gelding.

Yeah the horse has a sheath, fucking get over it...... the art is gorgeous and looks like a damn photograph. The artist did nothing to exaggerate it from how it would look naturally

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Breeding Habits of the Common Mothman

Kinktober Day 4: Oviposition

Mothman Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, oviposition, stalking, kidnapping, non-human genitals, general yandere behavior, sweet delusional yandere

Word Count: 526

(This wasn't beta read and I kinda rushed, sorry for any mistakes and hope you enjoy it!)

On your back with your legs resting on his fuzzy shoulders. Large red eyes staring hungrily into your fearful ones. Pleasure started to overtake the initial panic as his cock plowed you with lewd squelching noises for the whole forest to hear.

How did you find yourself in this situation? 

You were a park ranger. Your duties centered around keeping the forest safe. Mostly, this meant picking up litter, monitoring wildlife, preventing poaching, and a lot of keeping drunk fools from hurting themselves or lighting the forest ablaze.

It also meant being spied on by the mothmen. One in particular became fascinated with you, their leader.

He found himself spending most of his days watching you care for the forest, tending to it so diligently, defending it, and the creatures it housed. Fascination turned into obsession. You felt like something was watching you but dismissed it. There were plenty of animals in the woods. 

The mothman began fantasizing more and more about you having a belly fully of his eggs. He could no longer control himself. His dreams had to be a reality!

He was positive you would respond positively to him. Who would not want to have a nice big mate to protect them? He could help you protect the forest so you would have time to rest and breed lots and lots!

And that's how you ended up whisked away, taken into the pocket dimension of the mothmen. 

You kicked and screamed, but he didn't let go. He trilled and cooed to calm you as best he could. His poor mate was scared. 

He sat you down in his hovel, a hut made of silk, moss, mud, and branches. You were still scared, so he showed you his huge cock. He was very proud of it. Surely, seeing his wonderfully large mating tool would show that he was not a threat and merely intended to breed with you! What mate wouldn't be excited to have such a nice cock inside of them?

It seemed to just frighten you more, though. Did you not know what it was for? He supposed it looked different from a human's. Much larger, slimy, tapered, and normally sheathed. Or maybe you had never mated before and were nervous.

Either way, it was okay. He would show his darling human what it was for. You tried resisting him, your hands pressing against the soft, thick fur covering his hard abs. 

The mothman definitely showed you what it was for.

He cooed and trilled and hummed, praising you for taking his cock so well. Your toes curled, and eyes rolled back into your head as he slowly bred you over and over and over. Each of his orgasms deposited more and more of his eggs deeply into you.

You were such a perfect incubator! A nice, warm place for his eggs to hatch. With your caring and protective nature regarding nature, he was sure you would make an amazing parent. 

You seemed to enjoy his cock so much he let you fall asleep while warming it for him. He nuzzled, cuddled, and willed you to have sweet dreams as you rested. 

[jennelikejennay]

I know this is basically heresy to the Spock fandom. I know a lot of people will disagree, and fics will continue to do things exactly the way they always have. But I must speak my truth.

Spock is not green.

Spock's blood is green but his skin is best described as sallow. Pale with a yellow undertone.

Likewise humans are not honestly all that pink (no matter what Shran says). But we are more pink than Spock is green. We have a pink undertone, but Spock's undertone is yellow.

I've thought it over: the colors of human blood, with and without oxygen; the colors of copper, oxidized and not; the color of the copper-based blood of horseshoe crabs; the optical qualities of human skin. And I offer an explanation.

If you have a lightish skin tone and you flip your forearm over, you'll see blue veins. Which is why you probably grew up thinking unoxygenated blood is blue. It's actually not; it's purple.

What we're seeing is a scattering effect. You know how the sun shines in the atmosphere, and most of the color comes straight through just fine, but the blue covers the whole sky instead of coming straight down with the rest of the sunlight? That's because our atmosphere lets the other colors straight through (the warm white of the sun as seen from Earth) but scatters blue, making it seem like it's coming from everywhere.

Human skin does the same thing to red. While blue comes straight through, as if the skin were transparent, showing clear-edged veins, red is scattered. You won't see your arteries. Instead you see a pink cast that seems to be coming from everywhere.

Importantly, which colors show through and which are scattered has nothing to do with our blood, and everything to do with the optical properties of our skin.

Back to Spock. Oxidized, his blood is grass green. Which is kind of odd when you think about it. Horseshoe crabs have copper-based blood, and it's blue. When it doesn't have oxygen in it, it's pretty much colorless.

And this is the color of oxidized copper. I wouldn't call it grass green. The proper word is verdigris.

So for Spock's blood to be grass green, there's probably something yellow in it. The plasma, or the white blood cells, or whatever.

Unoxygenated, copper is ... well, copper-colored. Orangey-brown. I'm not sure if it's possible for anyone's blood to ever get fully unoxygenated—cells just aren't that efficient. But if we assume Spock's blood is less green and more orange when unoxygenated, we might expect a yellowish-brown, yellow being the only color in both green and copper.

So we just have to assume Spock's skin has optical qualities which allow yellow through more than green or brown. The yellow is scattered, while visible blood vessels (if Spock has any) might be green or brown.

Yes, I'm arguing that Spock blushes yellowish. His ordinary skin tone would darken. You wouldn't have a whole new color showing up.

None of this implies that Spock's mucus membranes (tongue, gums, internal parts of genitals such as a sheathed penis) wouldn't be green. Without the thick, protective Vulcan skin, a lot more would show through.

I'm just saying, Spock looks pale-to-yellow on the show and I'm okay with that. I think science can justify it. (Alternatively, as SPOCKNALIA argues, Vulcan skin is too thick to show much through it, and the yellow tone is Vulcan melanin.)

However, I may still continue to have Spock blush green just for art's sake, and you can too. The only law of fanfic is that your canon is whatever you say it is.

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 06

Kinktober Masterlist coitus more ferarum - "fuck like animals" TF141 x f!reader Kinks > omegaverse, comeflation, hurt-comfort, fuck or die, medical discussions about dicks and puberty Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

An Omegaverse AU. You are a professional, one of the best. As a Guidance Omega, you are happy to lend your (well-paid) skills to any Alpha in need. However, when one of your regular clients asks you to help his friend through his very first rut, you wonder if there are some challenges that are beyond your expertise. 

You were no doctor, but that definitely did not look good. As you stood next to your long-time client, Captain John Price, the Apex Alpha of his pack, you studied his soldier’s condition. It was the man’s first rut, which was very odd indeed, but nothing about this situation was normal. Apparently, he’d been living as a Beta for years, thinking that he had just missed his parents’ genetic code. But, now that he had been exposed to some sort of Konni terrorist drug, his genes had mutated, awakening latent Alphic traits. 

“How old is he?” You asked. 

“Twenty-nine. Too bloody old to be going through a first rut,” Price sighed, crossing his arms over his wide chest, “Mine was painful when I was a lad, and my cock was half the size it was meant to be. To be stretched like this… We’re lookin’ to you, Omega. You ever seen anythin’ like it?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t ever seen this before. When Alphas went through their first puberty as younglings, their genitals swelled, growing three or four times their size, breaking the thin skin they had since their birth and replacing their reproductive system with functioning Alpha hormones and fully equipped physical traits. As they matured further, their genitals would still grow and change with them, but not nearly as much as the first time. The initial switch in puberty could be traumatizing for younglings that went through it in later years rather than earlier. 

“No,” you sighed with him, “If he were younger, we could obviously opt for the surgery, but this is his mature skin. It’s not the membrane. All those years as a Beta, and now for him to be going through this… The pain must be unbearable. Perhaps… no, no. I don’t think that’s possible.”

“What?” Johnny’s Alpha, Simon Riley, interrupted your thought, insisting, “Tell us. We’ll do anything. We need him to survive this.”

Any other time, you would say that this was a gross overreaction, but in this case, their new Alpha friend may lose his life if he failed to make the change. If his skin cut and bled, if his hormones failed to take over in his Alphic glands, he might not live to even have a rut at all. 

“And you’ve tried the warm baths? The ones with the numbing oil I sent you?” You clarified, wondering how he was responding to other treatments.

“Every four hours. They help him get through a few hours of sleep at night, but it’s not sustainable. He can’t even wear clothes for fuck’s sake,” Gaz, an old friend of yours who had known you before your work as a Guardian Omega, spoke up. He was curt, obviously stressed about his friend. 

You walked over to Johnny’s bedside and held his hand, 

“Hey, Johnny. I’m the Guardian Omega John told you about. I’m here to help you, okay?”

He writhed, sweat beading over his brow, and he glowered down at his naked body, fiercely glaring at his red, swollen prick,

“Serves me right for all the bloody wishin’ I did as a laddie for havin’ a bigger knob, aye?”

The fact that he managed a slight smile and a wry joke, even if it was said through clenched teeth, immediately won you over. This man was exactly your type; brave, funny, and built like a beast. You didn’t know if you could help him, but you wanted to try. 

“Johnny, we have to let your dick stretch to its true size. If it stays trapped behind your foreskin and the outer epidermis of your sheath, you could have internal bleeding, or worse.”

“I didnae ken the word epidermis could turn me on, bonnie, but the way you say it… proves me wrong.”

His soft blue eyes finally met yours, and you could tell he was just putting on a courageous face. He knew he was in trouble, and he was probably in more pain than you previously suspected. 

“What was your idea?” Simon pressed, coming to stand next to Johnny’s bedside, staring at you with some urgency. 

You looked down at Johnny, rubbing the back of his hand with your fingers, feeling the ridges of his knuckles,

“I could keep you in me. We could… soak the skin in the Omegan oils. It would be…” 

You stopped talking. It was ridiculous. And based on the look on all of the men’s faces, they couldn’t believe you were even suggesting it.

“You cannae do it, lass. It’d throw you into a wee heat, and I’m in no state to help you. Ah! Shite,” Johnny gasped, wincing in pain as his cock throbbed, obviously eager to be a part of a heat, hypothetical or not. 

“I’ll stay, love. You’re gonna need some help gettin’ yourself to that state and keepin’ it that way,” Price volunteered. 

“I can’t ask you to do that, John. You’d be in just as much pain as Johnny by the end of the heat.”

“Aye, but I’d be alive, and if it works, so would he.”

John was stubborn. But, he was right. If you were going to try to soak Johnny’s aching cock in you for hours, you needed to prepare. Gaz could see the gears turning in your head,

“You’re gonna need us in shifts, and you know it. This is gonna take a fuckin’ village.”

And so it did. You had John bring in supplies – food, hydration, lube, and every comfort item you could imagine needing – and you got to work. The first step was getting Johnny settled inside of you so that you could allow his skin to soften in the oils from your glands. But, you couldn’t produce those on your own. You needed to be worked up to it by an Alpha, preferably one who knew how to get your body to come hard and quick. Wash, rinse, and repeat. 

You wouldn’t be able to get any pleasure from Johnny’s straining cock while he was inside of you. Thrusting would be beyond painful for him, and it would be dangerous to his system. You would need to cockwarm him, and John and his men would need to make you come without fucking you. The only problem was, if you were made to stay in that deep, orgasmic state for long enough, your body would toss you into a heat, and that’s when the real fun would begin. 

In your heat, you would expose all of the Alphas in the room to your pheromones. They would rut, and they wouldn’t be able to rut into your cunt with it occupied, as it were. They had to endure the cycle without your soothing oils, sacrificing their own comfort so that you could help Johnny’s foreskin and swollen tissue endure the change. 

You thought it might work. It was the best idea you had, but the problem was staring you right in the face: Alphas in a rut physically needed to fuck for it to stop. If – and it was a big if – your plan worked for Soap and you could coax his prick to form a knot, you would then need to service the other three. They might fight each other to be first in line, they might hurt you. It was so risky, but it was a risk you were all willing to take in order for Johnny to get better. 

“Johnny,” you woke him from the nap he was taking while you were all gathering supplies, “We’re ready.”

“Mm,” he groaned, his eyes wrenched shut from the pain, “Alright, bonnie. I’m ready for you.”

“This will be the worst of it, I think. And,” you made sure he was looking into your face, “It will be very, very painful.”

He nodded,

“I ken it, lass. Dinnae fash yourself. Needs doin’, and I know you… Angh! Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing your hand tighter when a pang struck him, “You’ll be there for me.” 

“I will, Johnny. I won’t leave you. This is gonna work,” you leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, trying to be respectful of Simon’s claim, even if it was now – at least hormonally – invalid.

You stood on the bed, straddling his hips, and Simon and Gaz were there to help lower you into position. You wanted to be able to settle your hole on him as carefully as possible. No sudden movements. 

You poured copious amounts of lube down his shaft and used your fingers to spread it around the outside and inside of your entrance. You wanted him to feel as little resistance as possible. This was about comfort, not pleasure. 

“Alright, slow as you can,” you instructed, letting the two giants by your side lower you down into position. 

The moment your skin made contact with Johnny’s ruddy cockhead, he screamed out in agony,

“Creepin’ Jesus! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

“Hold him, John!” You called out to their captain for help. If Johnny jerked forward, he could rip his flesh and cause permanent damage. 

Price’s huge hands pinned his friend to the bed, and you could see tears streaming down Johnny’s cheeks. You wished you could take his pain away, but stopping now meant giving up on him, and you weren’t going to let it come to that. 

Another inch and you had half of his pulsing head inside of you. It was smooth and easy for you to take with all the lube, but if you hadn’t prepped yourself, Johnny’s giant phallus would be a challenge. If he lived, he would be quite a formidable Alpha. You couldn’t let him down. 

“A little further, Gaz,” you said in a low voice, not wanting to scare Johnny of more pain. 

Another inch and the crown popped into you, sealing itself within your warm, wet body. 

Johnny cried out, shouting for mercy, begging for them to just let him die. 

“You can’t fuckin’ die, Johnny,” Simon said, trying to comfort his mate, “C’mon, love. You can do this.”

“Si… please, I cannae…” Soap looked up at him, pleading. 

You dropped a little more, and each time you did, you felt your heart clench at Johnny’s groans of anguish, ready for it to end even though you had just begun. 

Finally, after more than thirty minutes of this terrible limbo, you reached his base and you settled your weight on his body, staying as still as possible to minimize his discomfort. 

“Fuck, bonnie. I cannae do it. I’m sorry, I’m… It hurts,” Johnny was sobbing, and Simon rushed to his side.

Price finally let him free, and he laid there beneath you, throbbing inside of you, aching in your warmth. 

“John,” you whispered, getting Price’s attention, “We should hurry.”

The captain took one last look at Soap and then came over to your side. He stripped off his clothes and tugged on his already-hard cock, drooling for you despite the drama. Your pheromones were strong even without a rut; it was why you had been so successful at your job. You just hoped it would be enough. 

Price sat on the bed next to where you were straddling Johnny’s cock, and he began to kiss you, making sure to take care not to move you too much, but still taking charge of your pleasure nonetheless. You felt his hand begin to rub your lubed folds, prepping your body for your first of many orgasms. 

“Mngh,” you gasped, “Your hands are always so damn good.”

“Love touchin’ you, sweetheart. Gonna make you come for me,” John purred. 

And he was right. It didn’t take much effort from him, and you were at the precipice of your first descent into the dark abyss of bliss, trying to come without accidentally humping forward, controlling your breathing, focusing on your core. 

“Motherfuck–” You let out a deep guttural groan, your belly twisting in on itself and punishing you for staying so still. 

“Good girl,” Price murmured, picking up the pace to chase another one down. 

Two, three, four more, and you were sobbing with pleasure. You couldn’t stop yourself from pulsing around Johnny, but he was trying to be brave. He hadn’t complained once during this part of the process, and as you felt your body produce its slick from high up in your cunt, you hoped his flesh would yield and allow his cock to grow. You weren’t sure exactly where your body was going to fit more of him, but that was a problem for later.

“There it is,” you told Price in a slurred voice.

“Your slick? Aye, I smell you, love. Smells like heaven.”

“Keep going,” Simon said over his shoulder, “Please.”

You nodded down at him, holding onto Price for stability, trying your best to stay in this submissive state without any overt movement. It was not easy. All you wanted to do was hump the life out of Johnny’s fat cock and make him drop his load inside of you, but you knew, logically, that couldn’t happen. So, you stayed as still as you could, holding your hips in place, trying to be as stationary as possible for him. 

The afternoon turned into evening and then into night, and Price had switched out with Gaz who was now buzzing your high-powered vibrator on you with a dark look in his eyes. 

“Babes, I think we have to stop.”

“No,” you gasped, sweat pouring off of your brow, “It’s working. I can feel him growing inside of me. It’ll work.”

“That’s not what I mean. You’re droppin’ into heat. Look at you, you’re burnin’ up.”

You knew he was right, and you also knew it was way too soon. If you fell into your heat now, the whole process would be even harder. The three Alphas who were helping you would have their own needs, soon. And you would be the only one able to solve their rut. 

Price was already not faring so well. He’d needed to step into the other room to cool off, and you could see his knot hanging heavy above his balls. He was producing so much of his own slick and come, and your body was feeding off of that knowledge. 

“Look, Kyle,” you nodded down at Soap, “He’s asleep, deeply, and he finally has some relief. This is working, and we can’t stop now.”

“Come again, then. Come for me right now,” Gaz used his voice to command you, and you were so weak to his Alpha's power that you did. He had forced you to come just then, and you had to clutch him around the neck to stop from sliding back and forth over Soap’s growing cock. 

“See?” Gaz glared at you, “You’re in the early stages now. Your fever isn’t the only bloody clue.”

He grabbed your hair at the nape of your neck and made you look down at his cock. It was huge, and the tip gleamed with an iridescent bead of his Alphic slick. That wasn’t his normal precome. It was a rut, and you were staring at the first drop of his breeding fluids, ready to be painted inside of you to eas the way for his seed to take root. 

“Yeah,” Simon sighed, showing you his rainbow-covered palm, “I’ve had it for a while, now. I was just hopin’ Johnny’d be better and we could stop the rut from setting in.”

“Johnny’s knot is just starting to form. If we stop, he’ll have to go through the rest without the oils, and he… mngh…” The vibrator teased your clit, making you feel another orgasm coming on. It was painful for you to come, but you could handle it. Overstimulation was not life-threatening. You gritted your teeth and continued, “He can’t do it alone.”

“Then, come again,” Gaz swiped a wet thumb across your tight asshole, pressing the vibrator even stronger to your body, making you tumble and struggle with another orgasm, “The faster he knots you, the sooner I can have this pretty fuckin’ cunt.”

“Sergeant,” Price snapped at Gaz, forcing his attention away from you, his voice full of a different kind of hunger. 

Gaz blinked, the dark look in his eyes giving way to his usual sweetness, and he started to apologize to you,

“Fuck, I’m sorry, babes. Just got a little carried away. You smell so fuckin’ intense in your heats. Your scent…”

“It’s okay, Kyle,” you kissed him on the mouth, “It’s not your fault. Just take a break. I can handle John.”

Gaz kissed you back and retreated, clothing himself and ducking outside on the patio for a smoke. As John came to your side, he helped you onto some pillows, placing them under your knees. 

Just when you were settling in again, trying to stay as comfortable as you could, you both heard Soap wake up with a start. Simon was making some tea, but he was right back at Johnny’s side. 

“Johnny, careful,” he helped him readjust, waiting for the cries of pain to begin again. 

But, the screams didn’t come. Sure, he didn’t look like he was having a particularly good time, but he was not crying out in agony. He seemed more surprised that you were,

“Oh, shite. Bonnie, that feels… better. Feels like I can breathe again. Fuck. The base though. It’s so fuckin’ swollen.”

“Your knot,” you panted, “Your knot finally has room to form. I can feel it stretching me.”

Price moved his hand to the edge of your puffy, aching lips, feeling around the place where your body met Johnny’s, checking to see how far he had knotted you. 

“Tha’s our good girl,” he smiled up at you, “Been givin’ him your come, love?”

You nodded, resting your head on Price’s neck, exhausted, but trying to push onward. Soap still needed your strength. 

“Let’s give him a little more, yeah?” The captain’s hand moved to your arse, dipping his finger into your tight hole, even tighter now that it was fighting Johnny’s raging erection for space. 

“Holy fuck,” Price moaned, “He’s got you so fuckin’ full.”

Between Soap’s spread legs, Price laid down on his belly on the bed and began to kiss and bite the meat of your ass, his warm, wet tongue heading straight for your hole. 

He began to lick the outside of your rim, lapping at you in big, long licks. His huge hands were holding your cheeks apart, squeezing their plumpness in his fingers indulgently. When the tip of his pink, writhing muscle reached just beyond the inside of your hole, you cried out, gasping from the sensation. John began to fuck you with his mouth, and you felt your whole body come alive with sparkling need. 

“Mngh! John, please!” You shuddered, your knees trembling on the pillows. 

John hummed, talking to you between decadent licks,

“You smell so bloody good, Omega. You’ve got me fuckin’ dripping down my cock. My knot is already so full for you. Ready for you.”

“Ngh! You’re comin’ on me, lass. I can feel you, and it actually feels bloody brilliant,” Johnny commented, moaning through gritted teeth. 

The man in your pussy was still so sensitive; it was hard for him to focus. But, Soap was growing. His knot was filling with his blood, hardening within you. You could feel it. He was becoming a true Alpha. 

“Are you okay, Johnny? Does it hurt?” You asked him, watching as Simon rubbed his hands all over his chest and belly, trying to sooth him. 

“In the best way, hen. It’s workin’. I know it is.”

Price’s mouth, and the relief you felt at Johnny’s progress, worked together in your nerves and allowed your muscles to relax. You melted into an orgasm over him, pouring your Omegan oils all over his skin. In that same moment, as your come surrounded Johnny’s immense knot, you felt it slip just that much further into you and plug your hole with its girth. He’d done it; he had knotted you without injury. 

“Unhgh! Fuck! Fuck, bonnie, that feels… oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You screamed in a wild shout, coming even harder now that you felt Johnny’s thick cream burst inside of your belly, hot and sticky and trapped within you. It made you feel so full of him, his knot and his come leaving little room for anything else. You dared to roll your hips on him, helping drain him dry, pulling more and more come from his heavy balls and letting it churn inside of you, swirling around his cock within your walls. 

Price came back up for air, and after you caught your breath, he helped Johnny slip himself out. His cock was red and bruised from his ordeal, but it was the prick of an Alpha. He’d lived through the change. 

Just when you were going to lean forward and congratulate him, Price’s hands clenched around your shoulders and yanked you from the bed. 

“John! Wait, it’s –”

“It’s my turn, love. You’re in a fuckin’ heat for me, and I’m ready for you,” his face turned dark and serious, just like Gaz had done, and there was no man in the room capable of saving you from John Price. 

“Just let me have a moment. I’m so sore, John. If you can wait for–nghah!!”

He threw you down on your hands and knees and thrust himself inside of you, his large shape too much for your body to ignore. You felt the glide of his slick, and you knew he needed to rut inside of you. He’d mate with you, and it would take, even through your pharmaceutical-grade blockers. He was an Apex Alpha, and there were no drugs on the planet to keep him from completing his birthright. You were about to be bred. 

“Waited long enough, pretty girl. Johnny’s got you so warm and soft. Shouldn’t be long before you’re taking my knot, too,” he growled in your ear, laying over your body as he tried to squeeze every last inch of his shaft inside your hole. 

You could feel his knot swelling at his root like a giant’s fist, bigger than you had ever felt it. But, you’d never serviced him during a heat. It wasn’t done. Guardian Omegas were there to help with ruts; they handled their heats on their own. But, goddamn it was nice to have a real cock for it this time. You’d been single for a long time, and you’d forgotten just how luxurious your body made it feel when you did the right thing and fed a true Alpha right inside your core. 

His thrusts were lewd and cruel. John banged himself into you, a hammer and its tack, dragging you under him and covering you with his hulking body. He was trying to knot you already, but you weren’t prepared to take him. Your whole body felt like it would burn up if you let it, and your skin flushed hot with need. 

“John… I can’t. You’re too much for me. I’m not… Oh, God, fuck!”

Price didn’t listen to your pleas for mercy. Or, he couldn’t. When you looked at him over your shoulder, you saw his eyes, unfocused and half-closed, glancing down every few thrusts to stare at his cock as it whet itself inside of your pussy. He was gone. 

He shoved himself forward, planting his hand in the middle of your back like a hawk with its talons, clutching at his soft prey as he devoured it. His knot pressed, and then retreated, only to press again, determined to get stuck inside your cunt so that his come could fill your womb. 

One more hard thrust, and he was in. 

You wailed out in high pleasure, and you felt your body begin to shudder and tremble from the mind-breaking lust of taking his enormous knot. It was so heavy inside of you that you felt like you were being pushed down by it. When you tried to lift your hips to roll them against him, you couldn’t move. He was too big. 

“Tha’s it, love. Tha’s it. This cunt belongs to me.”

John began to come, grunting and growling out nasty words to you as he spilled his seed inside of you. You felt it pool within you, mixing with Johnny’s, overwhelming it and soaking into your womb. He just kept filling you and filling you; you thought it would never stop. In fact, your belly began to feel tight against the floor, swollen with his milky white come. 

But, your legs were dry. He had knotted you so tightly that nothing escaped. When his hips tried to hump you, reflexes from his sex-fueled brain, he dragged you back across the floor with his dick, strong enough to yank your whole body back and forth with his knot. You felt like a ragdoll, tossed about, stuffed and cock-drunk.     

When he finally did pull out of you, you felt the gush of fluids burst out of your hole and cover the floor. It was a sickening, oozing sort of feeling, and you had to catch your breath from the way your belly clenched and spasmed from the stress.

Just when you thought your ordeal was over, you felt another set of hands take their place on your ass cheeks, holding you down again. 

You looked over your shoulder, and you realized that Gaz had come back inside, ready for his turn with you. 

You started to protest, but John’s callused hand grabbed your face, lifting you up and setting your mouth on his cock, breathing hard and groaning,

“Good little Omega. Be sweet for Garrick, love. You’ll have me again soon. Quite the fuckin’ rut you started. Had no idea this pussy could be so nice. Might have to send you into heat more often.”

idek what the hell this is. someone put me out to pasture holy hell what is wrong with me

[riverink]

Kinktober 2: Double Penetration

Trans!Sunday x male reader, Bird hybrid Sunday x Naga reader Sunday will be having afab genitals Summary: Inspired by that one pick of the snake and bird. A little bird tried to fly but, oh my, a Naga caught the little bird.

Sunday was exploring the forest, further than he should with his clipped wings that struggled carrying him. Still he pushed further into the forest until. "Now what do we have here?" Strong body wrapping around his, a Naga that was hunting in their own teritory. "A little bird fell right into my trap. Now what should i do with you?"

Sunday squirmed in the Naga´s hold and helplessly flapped his wings. "Let me go!". The naga chuckled and simply tightened his tails grip on Sunday. Petting his cheek. "These little wings dont bring you far anyways, my poor little bird. Why not just let me help you. Just give in". Sunday felt his breath come in shorter and shorter as the Nagas tail presses down on his body. Slowly he stopped struggling and just held onto the Naga. "Now that is a brave little Bird!"

The Naga brought Sunday back to his lair, a mossy cave, decorated with flowers and whatever else one could find in the forest. Sunday was impressed having not expected such a nice nest from a predatore.

"You see my little Bird i felt lonely for quite a while and am quite pent up." The Nagas hand rakes down Sundays body making his breath hitch and he squirm. "W-wait you should not take me. I am not a good...partner."

"Shh shh little bird you are perfect actually just what i need." With a swift tug, the Naga removes Sundays loin clothes, exposing his glistening arousal. "Such a pretty bird, My perfect bird." He kisses down Sundays neck rubbing down his chest. A hand finding his folds, rubbing over his big clit. "Perfect!"

Sunday moans, his hips twitching. He felt his clit twitching and pulsing. His legs shook and twitch. "Naga...i feel strange."

The naga coos, "you are so amazing my boy. Just relax. This is gonna be amazing." Slowly the nagas two Hemipenis come out of it´s sheath and rub through Sundays wet cunt. Sunday looked down and felt lightheaded. "They will not fit. I can´t take both it will not work!" He panicked and squirmed but can´t deny his excitment.

"They will fit perfectly little bird just relax". The nagas hand found Sundays hole and started to stretch him. Sunday moaned and whimpered at the burn. "It hurts!"

"it will feel good soon don´t worry". When the Naga felt like Sunday was properly stretched he guided the first cock to his entrance. "Relax my boy. It will be amazing in a bit." With the first cock in Sunday already felt full. His hole clenching and he whined. "Full!! Im already full". The Naga doesnt get detered and guides the second one as well to his entrance. "You are doing so amazing. Just one more little stretch." (Y/n) pushes in the second one as well and slowly bottoms out.

Sunday yelps throwing his head back, little tears spilling down. "Im gonna rip. It´s too much. Naga please..." He pleads for something even he isnt sure of. With the first few thrusts, he whimpers from the pain but it soon fades out into a hot pleasure and the squelching sounds increase as he feels himself losen up.

"There we go little bird. So nicely opening up for me. Just relax baby." Sunday relaxes and lets himself be taken, a knot forming in his stomach and his head feeling dizzy, the world starting to fade out.

The two cocks inside him get even stiffer as the Naga approaches climax, Sunday screams as the knot snaps inside him, clenching down on both cocks. The naga releases inside him and the sensation of being filled sense Sunday into overdrive and he can barely register anyhthing as he falls into a subspace, clinging to the Naga.

"Fweels so good...so full". The Naga pulls out gently and craddles the little bird. "My precious Boy took all of me so well." (Y/n) gives Sundays softening cock some strokes, making him whimper. "All mine now"

[pricegouge]

Making out with the 141's cocks just to tease them

Cw: oral sex, genital piercings, trans man Johnny (no feminine language used), gn reader

Gaz is happy to let you have your fun, sits contentedly as you lave your tongue across his sensitive frenulum - fat licks designed more to make his strong thighs tense around you than to actually satisfy him. He loves to please you so he stays patient, only begs when you start collecting his pre right from the source with a hardened, intrusive tongue. You get the feeling he could keep up like this for hours, if you had the patience to keep him here - though it's hard to maintain when he looks down at you with those pretty eyes. He cradles your skull exactly once and pulls away with a warm chuckle when you glare at him in warning. "Sorry, luv. Carry on." 

Ghost thinks it's cute, until you play with his piercings one too many times and he really starts getting into it, tries to fuck up into your mouth only to have you pull away. You're on your back quicker than you can even process he's moved. He gets his head between your thighs and you whine about your spoiled game, then you whine much more desperately when he gets you close - shivery and desperate without ever even touching your hole - and pulls away at the last second, voice thick and dark as he asks if you'll behave next time. 

Much like Ghost, Price only ever amuses your attempts at control. He lets you sit between his thighs and play with his sheath, lets you roll it over his glans and dip your tongue along his head as much as you like. He never hisses in overstimulation, or groans in frustration when you play at taking him deeper just to change your mind. The closest he ever gets to indicating he wants more is to wait until you've taken his whole tip in to reach down and pull his sheath back, and even then you suspect it has more to do with a desire to see his precum pool onto your tongue than any real need to hurry you along. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of swallowing around him, though, so you don't, and it's not until you're sloppy down to your chest with spit and pre do you realize your miscalculation - glancing up at him through lowered lashes as you rub your slick lips down to the root of him, only to find him lighting his greatest vice, rolling the thick cigar over the flame as he keeps an eye on you almost disinterestedly. "As you were, pet." 

Johnny, however, gave up on shame a long time ago, resorts to begging nearly the moment you get your mouth on him. Begging for you to pick up the pace, just right there, don't stop, bonnie. He leaks like a sieve, gets your face coated. You told yourself you weren't gonna use fingers, but he's so open and pretty, moaning like a whore for scraps. You tell him to shut up, but of course he doesn't, so naturally you decide to make him beg for something more amusing. The first time he cums he's empty and he bitches about it so you give him two fingers and carry on, never letting him breathe. There's nothing to whine about after his second orgasm when you've given him everything he wanted but he does anyway cause you don't stop, fingers seated deep within him as he continues to flutter with every suckle you give his engorged cock. "Bonnie, please, enough."

[yaut-jaknowit]

Guess who’s back again💪

Anyways, I had a random ass idea of a Yautja having sex with his mate for the first time and realising the reader has a Price Albert piercing (dick piercing)😭

Expect the Unexpected

Pairing: Celtic (Male Yautja) x M!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dick piercing, anal, P v A, knotting, first time, slightly noncon (Reader doesn't know that Yautjas have knots, if that counts as noncon?), fluffy/rough sex, light aftercare, fluff.

Word Count: 2016

Summary: This is the first time the two of you decided to have sex. It's nerve racking, a little at least. What Celtic doesn't know and latter finds out is the Price Albert piercing. He's never seen one like before and the fact you have metal sticking from your genital's? But when you mention it enhances your pleasure, sign him up.

Author Note: Bro, that shit looks like it fucking hurts just on the daily. I decided to look it up… owww. Why would anyone get that?! Same with the clit peircings? No judgement, at all. All I can think of is the pain.

P.s. Asks are open again! Sorry, it's taken me so long.

Masterlist

Ao3

Rough, textured palms explored the expanse of your bare chest to needy Yautja before you. A heady purr vibrated his broad torso. His hands grasped at your ribcage, claws feathering along your skin without breaking the barrier. You keened quietly and shuttered in the young Yautja’s hold. Celtic was careful, mindful of your size and strength difference. A difference that drove him crazy.

He’s seen your torso exposed to him countless times before, a familiar sight but more than welcomed to him. Celtic chuffed and leaned down to run his tongue over a pebbled nipple. The taste of you on his tongue had him throbbing deep within his sheath. But, he withheld the last push to unsheathe his cock prematurely.

As the Yautja teased your taunt, sensitive skin, his massive hands drifted down to the waist band of your shorts. His thumbs hooked underneath the hem before slowly pulling them down. He wanted you to have the opportunity to stop him if you didn’t want this. You had initiated it first with him after months of being together.

With no resistance from your end, he let the clothing pool around your ankles with a purr. Celtic focus purely on your chest with his tongue, eyes finding yours through the haze that filled them. Mindlessly, he cupped your hips, thumbs circling along your hipbones.

Celtic blindly reached between his mate’s legs and found the hardened length of you. You tensed and groaned lowly, head thrown back. “How’s that feel?” he rumbled lowly in the thickening air.

“G-good,” you sputtered and reached out. Your hands touched at his chest for stabilization. The grip on your hip was gone only to appear upon one of your hands. It redirected it to grasp onto one of his tresses.

“Here, here. Grab gently, pull if you wanna,” Celtic clarified and guided you to perform to the right motion. He growled and replaced his grip back onto your hip. The tips of his claws digging into the soft flesh of you waist.

You followed his instructions to a quivering T. The rubber a familiar texture under your fingertips. It was soft, a comforting feeling. You jerked your hips up and drove your cock into his hand more. The coarseness of his scales gave an amazing feeling with each drag and push through Celtic’s hand. A whine sounding from your nostrils.

When Celtic’s hand dragged to the head of your cock, your back arched into him. Celtic stopped, hold almost tightening in reaction.

Warm metal met his palm. He pulled away from your chest and eyed down to where his hand was. This was the first time he’s seen your dick. His brows furrowed, thumb coming up to rub at the metal piece that seemed lodged into the tip of your cock. You gasped and bite at your bottom lip. “Celtic, do-do that again,” you begged and thrusted your hips up to gain more friction.

Celtic wanted to continue after seeing such a lustful reaction from you but the object consumed his attention. “What is this?” he voiced his concerns and glanced up to find your gaze.

Through the haze of your need, you blinked and follow his gaze. It took a moment for you to find your voice. “It’s… it’s a piercing. Meant to enhance pleasure,” you explained, hating the fact he interrupted for a lesson to be learned. You understood the culture differences but fuck, you were painfully throbbing in his hand while he gawked at your piercing.

“Please, Celtic… I can’t take anymore teasing,” you pleaded with a whine and tightening your hold on his tress. You felt the way his body clenched under your hands. A string pulled taunt and ready to be loosened.

Yet, the Yautja wasn’t done. “You said it enhanced pleasure?” he reprised for you, fire burst to life in his eyes. His thumb continuously, slowly playing with the small metal ball poking out from the tip. You mewled again, nails digging into his thick flesh.

All you could give the Yautja was a low ‘yeah’ that went with an exhale. Celtic chuckled and looked at with a cheeky smirk. But, the male didn’t further along his actions. Instead, he hooked his hands on the back of your thighs and scooped you up from the ground. He carried you to his mediocre bed and laid you down.

From a long discussion and proper communication, a bottle of lube sat off to the side. Without any hesitation, Celtic pulled at the knot keeping his shorts on. They fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them before kneeling on the bed.

The bottle of lube was used to coat his length of a thick layer. Any excess was spread around your tight, puckered hole. Your muscles clenched in reaction, body jolting. Celtic started to purr while his thumb teased you. His other hand cupped the back of your knee and pressed it to your chest.

Enough lube was applied and Celtic lined himself up. The pointed head resting against your entrance but the Yautja paused. His blazing eyes picked up to find yours, a silent question floating between the two of you. You smiled and nodded then clutched at the sheets. Steady breaths filling your lung as you steadied your heart for the moment you’ve practiced for last month.

At the first push, you couldn’t help but tense up as your reaction knowing it was wrong. The hand on the underside of your knee began to pet the softer side of your thigh. “Easy, ease up, little ooman. It’ll be alright,” Celtic reassured with a comforting expression.

You took a deep breath through your nostrils then pushed it out your mouth. Once you grew at ease, Celtic continued until the pointed head popped in.

The two of you moaned in succession. You tilted your head back while gripping onto the sheets tighter. The head itself was larger than anything you’ve taken before. You couldn’t help the high pitched whine.

Celtic kept pushing until he met with resistance. Then, he just pulled back until the tip before thrusting back in, a growing with each drive of his thick hips.

When his hips finally met your ass cheeks, the Yautja stopped and slouched over you. Both of his massive hands now held the back of your knees, forcing them to your chest. A position that left you with nothing but to receive whatever the Yautja was willing to give.

A growl sounded from the back of his throat, cock throbbing in your gummy walls. The tight, strong muscles of your puckered hole fluttered around the bass of his dick. He snarled against, hands gripping on tighter in the light of the moment. “I need to move,” he stated rather than a question. You answered with rapid nods of your head, letting Celtic had free range of your body.

The drawback was smooth, fluent, maybe even soft. Celtic drove his hips forward harshly and striking a spot deep in your hole that had you seeing stars. Your cock twitched and leaked precum over your stomach. You cried out and whipped your head back. And that only the start of the brutal pace. You knew it would only take one word for him to stop and that word was locked deep in your throat. You wanted this. Badly.

The stretch, the burn melted into pleasure, filling your veins and melding into your very DNA. His cock reached places that you didn’t even know existed.

Claws dug into the fragile skin of your legs, threatening to break if only a faction more of pressure was added. The pain welcomed while it morphed with the ecstasy freely flowing through you. Your eyes focused through the haze to find the alien face of your lover as he drilled into you. His dick bullied into a hole not designed to take his size. But you made it work.

The small nubs that lined the sides of his neon green cock nearly caught on your ring muscles each drag and push of his hips. The texture had your eyes rolling back into your head.

Celtic released one of his holds on your leg, letting it fall to hook onto his side. That limb was careful to embrace your aching, needy cock and began the opposite brutal pace of his own hips. Each time his hand neared the head, he used his thumb to toe with the metal ball that capped the tip of the piercing. Celtic relished in the feel of your hole clenching.

Stars blazed to life in your vision, blinding you momentarily. The string in the pit of your stomach snapped. You choked on a gasp, mouth dropped down in a silent scream. Your back trying to arch off of the bed but the pressure Celtic had on you refused to relent.

Said Yautja somehow quickened his speed and gave four more rough jerks of his hips. They settled against the swell of your cheeks, flattened against one another. A loud snarled echoed back to the two of you in the small chamber.

You felt a sudden pressure grow just on the inside of your ass and squirmed at the feeling. Through the haze of your post bliss mind, you whined and looked up at Celtic in question. Your pupils were blown wide, consuming almost all the color they held.

He slouched heavily over you, panting and mandibles hanging loose. A tight grip stayed fisted around your softening and twitching cock. His other hand kept your leg pinned, forcing you to stay under him.

“Celtic,” you rasped out, your stretched hole constricting for a moment. Mentioned Yautja groaned, hips jolting forward. Then, he picked up his head and looked upon your blissed out expression. But, as the hunter he was, he found the uncertainty between the lines.

A short hum sounded from him. You swallowed. “Can you… can you pull out? Something feel weird,” you requested within reason. The Yautja tensed and was ready to smack himself silly at the same slip up.

“I can’t,” he answered and bowed his head, partially in shame. Though similar in build and shape, humans and Yautjas had their difference, even to sexual anatomy. You froze, brows furrowing. You trusted him, a lot but this was making you anxious and worry.

“What do you mean ‘you can’t’?” The words were barely above a whisper.

He sighed and sat up, hips slightly pulling away from your body. The strange, large intrusion pulled at your entrance, painfully. You wiggled and dug your free heel into his back. “Stop, stop! Fuck… what is that?”

“My knot.” Your eyes shot wide. Knot. Your soft cock twitched, leaking precum again on your dirtied chest. “It’s for breeding. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention it to you earlier.”

“You guys have a knot?” Celtic nodded shortly. “Fuck me… That’s, it’s. I’m not mad. Far from it but fuck, that,” you trailed off and closed your eyes. “Would’ve loved a heads up but I don’t mind. But, um, how long until you can pull out?”

Relief filled the young blood’s body as he relaxed and leaned down, arms now placed on either side of your head. Every movement was selected and executed carefully to ensure the least amount of discomfort. “Depends. Either a few minutes or a couple of hours. And with the way you’re incredibly tight, nearly locking me in yourself, I’d say it’s on the farther range.”

“But, little mate, don’t fret. I’ve got water and fruit if you got hungry.” He lowered himself onto his elbows. You threw your arms around his neck and drew him lower to you. A loving kiss was placed on each of his upper mandibles.

“Thank you.” He huffed.

“No thanks are needed. All I need is you,” he growled into your ear. Despite knowing this position will kill his shoulders and the small of his back, Celtic stayed exactly there for your comfort. A purr starting deep in his chest as the two of you waited for his knot to soften up enough to pull free.

[eldar-of-zemlya]

What can be better than Jim speaking Vulcan? Jim speaking dirty in Vulcan.

You can find the uncropped version here.

[lizzy019]

Could you write a Blurb (or a fic im happy either way) of Johnny talking the reader through her orgasm like making her look at him and all that fun stuff?

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"Yeah sugar, look atchu. Come on, you can do it, right?" Johnny heaved as his hips tried to meet yours. Your hips bouncing on his as you found great pleasure in simply riding him.

You could only mewl in response, hands seizing his shoulders as you grinded and rode him, switching every now and then to bring pleasure to both your aching genitals.

Call it stupid, but you were so happily drooling, eyes watering as your gaze was locked on how his lovely cock fit so well into your core. Like a key to a lock or a sword in its sheath, it fit so perfectly and it felt so damn good.

"Johnny! Johnny! Hah, wanna cum on ya, wan' you to see how goo- good you're makin' me feel..!" You moaned happily, legs trembling as you fought to keep them moving.

Johnny's soft hands gently held your waist, guiding you and keeping you moving all while praising you and letting you get your fill of pleasure in. It was only fair after such a stressful day, was it not?

"Yeah sugar, I know you do. You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna make a mess for me?" He asked with a soft smile, watching your supple breasts bounce so joyously as you moved.

You nodded, head thrown back as you found yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. An abyss you'd happily lose yourself in, and somewhere you'd love to stay in. But no, Johnny's hands kept you focused.

"Uh-huh!" You replied hazily, too far gone in your pleasure to really find yourself giving him a proper answer.

"Yeah? Cum for me, sugar. Wan' you to make a mess around me, come on. You got this, don't you? Keep goin', I gotchu." He hummed sweetly, keeping you moving at an even pace.

You nodded, fighting yourself internally to hold on for a little longer, to hold onto that orgasm so it didn't erupt too quickly. But one can only hold a battle for so long until they grow weary and weak.

With a loud cry of sheer passion, you found yourself freezing mid hump as your pussy walls fluttered and pulsated against his cock, your orgasmic release causing your spine to rattle a little.

Heavenly colours of whites and soft yellows had blurred your vision as your high made you a bit dizzy, your body flopping onto his and pressing him back onto the couch as you huffed and puffed to regulate your breathing.

"Awh sugar, you did good. Did you like it?" Johnny hummed pleasantly, the sound making a smile form on your face involuntarily.

"Mhmm..," You responded with a calm joy in your tone.

Soon, he pulled out of you with his erection still hard, his hands coming to rub at your exposed back to soothe the aftershocks of your pleasurable high. You found it endearing how sweet his little bit of aftercare was.

"But baby, you're still hard. What about you?" You asked drowsily, looking at him with pretty heady eyes.

Johnny just shrugged, kissing your sweat sheened hairline and chuckling softly.

"I don't need it to be tended to, it'll go down on its own, sugar. In the meantime, do you want a drink to rehydrate yourself?" He asked, his fingers grabbing your shirt and putting it back onto you with care.

You found yourself nodding, standing up to put your pants and undergarments back on before following him to the kitchen for some drinks and food.

Soon enough, you had ended off a lovely little evening with your adoring boyfriend, water, and snacks while you watched his favourite show under the warmth of a blanket.

You were too happy to complain about it.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Manticore's Game

Kinktober Day 11: Paralytic Venom

Male Manticore Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, nonconsensual to consensual, venom, paralysis, non-human genitals, manticore, nibbling, licking, playful yandere, sweet yandere, general yandere behavior, he fucking purrs like a big house cat y'all, happy ending, kinda fluffy Word Count: 1k (I wrote this relatively quickly just today. I hope you all love it. Someone wanted me to write happier endings and yeah I do need a few sprinkled in a bit more often.)

There were reports of a mighty beast-like man devouring sheep from the flocks of the shepherds on the outskirts of the kingdom. It was in your jurisdiction, so you sent some lesser warriors to investigate and resolve the matter, but they had retreated in terror and refused to go back.

You were the head of the lesser noble house that oversaw the region and a skilled knight, and none of your subordinates were up to the task of defeating the monstrosity. So it seemed the task fell to you personally.

Bravely, you went on your own to the mountain village and tracked down the monster's lair. You found him at the entrance to his cave. He towered above you, fangs bared. You could see why the others had retreated. He was a rare and powerful creature, a manticore!

The beast had long shaggy hair that started black but ended in red, yellow eyes, fingertips with retractable claws, massive black and red wings, and a large scorpion tail.

Unlike the others, you fought through your fear and charged. You tried bashing him with your shield. But the manticore blocked the blow with his muscular arm before stabbing its tail into a chink in your armor.

You buckled instantly, falling to the ground like a chunk of lead. You couldn't move and were completely helpless as the monstrous man crouched beside you and removed your armor piece by piece. The last one that he removed was your helmet. After he removed it, you could smell the musk practically rolling off his crotch.

He wore no clothing, though he was covered in fur from the waist down. You were sure he was going to kill you, but instead, he stung you a second time, and you woke up hours later beside the village with no weapons or armor.

It was humiliating. Of course, you had to restore your honor. But you also weren't unfair. The next time you faced him, you used a blunted blade. He hadn't killed you, so you wouldn't kill him. Though you would imprison him as a livestock thief and make him work off his debts.

Once again, you ended up on the ground after the first sting. The beast stood over you and laughed before taking your belongings to taunt you. After that came the second sting, which sent you to sleep. Once more, you woke up outside the village.

It went on like this for months. It became the manticore's favorite game and your greatest embarrassment. He must have collected dozens of sets of armor as trophies.

Once more, you tried to best the beast, and once more, you wound up on the floor. This time was different, though. After removing your bothersome armor, he hauled you into a cotton and feather lined nest.

And, for the first time, the manticore spoke.

"Azin is in rut. Need mate. You're Azin's best friend! Always play games! You're all Azin thinks about. Will make the best mate."

He didn't stop at removing your armor. He took away all your clothing and didn't administer the second sting that would put you to sleep.

Azin purred loudly as he nuzzled his head against various parts of your body. He flipped you onto your back and licked and nibbled on your chest. His cock was hard, It stuck out large and proud from his sheath. It was also much muskier than normal, the strong smell alone made your crotch tingle.

You were a little scared but were more embarrassed than anything else. Maybe the venom had mellowed you out a bit, or maybe you just felt that comfortable with Azin after all the non-lethal combat the two of you had engaged in. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have.

His slimy cock craved the warm embrace of your hole, but even in rut Azin had the presence of mind to stretch you out first. Using gobs of precum as lube, he carefully tended to your entrance with several strong fingers.

Once you were good and prepped, he propped your legs up on his shoulders and then slipped his entire length into you with one fluid motion.

"Ahhhh," he sighed, "You take Azin so well~"

And he filled you so well. You would have been moaning, but all the paralytic he had envenomated you with would allow were soft gasps and whimpers. Azin licked and sucked your neck, your cute little sounds of pleasure spurring him on and into a frenzy. He pushed you into a mating press, his large furry nuts smacking into you as he bred you.

Nothing in your life had ever felt so good. No, not just good, but right. Having him pounding into you just felt right. Your paralyzed managed to shake slightly in orgasm just as he emptied his cum deeply into you.

"Azin loves you so so much! Going to breed you lots and keep you safe always!"

The two of you panted a bit before going several more rounds. When it was finally over, the venom had worn off. You cuddled up to him, his loud rhythmic purring helped lull you into the best sleep you ever had.

Of course, when you woke up, you'd have to do the only thing you could... take him back, marry him, and have him live with you in your little castle. There was really no other honorable option.

Azin's kind mated for life. It would be cruel to abandon him, and you had come to see him more and more as a friend rather than an enemy. You couldn't exactly just imprison him and make him work now.

Marrying him was honestly the perfect solution. With him at the castle, he wouldn't be stealing food. And just the fact that your house had a manticore would ensure safety from political rivals. It would be a great way for him to make up for his unlawful consumption of sheep. What assassin would dare trespass into the home of such a beast?

Sure, you'd be known far and wide as the monster fucking noble, but at least the dick was amazing!

[jennelikejennay]

If you're not one of my Spirk friends, hide your eyes 🫣

The rest of you, it's Vulcan biology time. I want your opinion on Spock's cock. The cock of Spock, as it were.

When considering how Vulcan genitals are arranged, most fic authors pick one of these three options: either it's very like human junk but green/ double ridged/ self-lubricating/ all of the above; or it hides in a sheath when not in use and gives you an exciting surprise later; or there are some kind of auxiliary tentacles called fra'als which join in the fun, often also including a sheath for handy storage. Only once did I see a fic that was none of those. Villi were involved and I can't picture what it was supposed to look like at all.

So I'm asking: using whatever metric you like (sexiest, most biologically interesting, most plausible, etc)...

[the-other-soup]

favorite lucifer penis hc?

goat penis. its absolutely my inner furry coming out but like. i headcanon that hes fluffy and has other goat characteristics and that just matches yk? also the thought of him with the fluffy little sheath is just djfjskdnfjkska. it does things to my stupid brain. also snake peen coz hhhhhh

but anyway aside from me being a bit freaky (i apologize lmao) i am a firm believer in genital shapeshifting lucifer (and i plan to do a shit ton with that) cause like it just makes sense and has SO much potential. @_LuLuLamb on X did a thing on it a few months ago and i havent been the same since lmao

[cafnir]

The turian nude model was just a concept sculpt a believe as the head was later modified to become the different looking one we see in game so that explains the somewhat warped anatomy since Bioware was testing out different designs for Andromeda (imo keep it the same as the og or it feels like it twists what's canon around and makes it confusing)

but also I think some of y'all are cowards I'd still smash the wonky turian model

BioWare will always be cowards for not modeling naked Turians for us. If BioWare can model naked Jaal, they can model a naked turian.

[bestanimal]

Round 2 - Arthropoda - Copepoda

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Copepoda is a class of small crustaceans found in nearly every freshwater and saltwater biome, including the arctic. Some are planktonic, some live in sediment (benthic), some live underground in sinkholes or caves, some are parasitic, and some even live in wet terrestrial places such as bogs and the water-filled cups of bromeliads. They are small, usually 1 to 2 mm long, with a teardrop-shaped body and two pairs of antennae. Some polar copepods can reach up to 1 cm long. Most copepods have a single compound eye, usually bright red and in the centre of their transparent head. Subterranean species may be eyeless, and a couple genera have two eyes. Free-living copepods have a head fused with the first one or two thoracic segments, with the remainder of the thorax being comprised of three to five limbed segments. The first pair of appendages are maxillipeds, limbs used for feeding. The second pair beat like oars, aiding in swimming. They have a narrow abdomen with five leg-less segments, with tail-like rami at the tip. Meanwhile, the anatomy of parasitic copepods are so widely diverse that I simply do not have space to talk about it here. Copepods have incredibly fast reflexes, due to well-developed myelin sheaths, allowing them to escape predators at high speeds, often porpoising out of the water. Like ostracods, many species also use bioluminescence as a defense mechanism, using it to distract predators (see gif below).

When they are ready to mate, some copepod females leave a trail of pheromones for males to follow. When mating, the male will grip the female with his antennae and produce an adhesive spermatophore, then transfer it to the female’s genital opening. After fertilization, the eggs will sometimes be laid directly into the water column, or, in some species, the female will carry them in a sac until they hatch. In some pond-dwelling species, the eggs can remain dormant in the case of the pond drying up, waiting to hatch until more favorable conditions are present. The larvae hatch with a head and a tail but no true thorax or abdomen. In fact, the larvae look so different from their adult forms that many of them were once thought to be different species! They will moult 5-6 times before becoming a copepodid larva which resembles the adult, sans some limbs and segments. After 5 more moults they will reach adulthood.

The oldest known fossils of copepods are from the Late Carboniferous, but due to their small size and fragility, they are rare in the fossil record. However, these fossilized copepods seemed to belong to an extant (still living) family, meaning that copepods may have already reached the forms they are in now by the Carboniferous.

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Copepods are dominant members of zooplankton and are food for many species of fish. Some scientists say they form the largest animal biomass on earth, matched only by Antarctic Krill.

The surface layers of the ocean are the world’s largest carbon sink, absorbing harmful greenhouse gasses: about 2 billion tons of carbon a year, the equivalent of a third of human carbon emissions. Copepods contribute to a large part of this, feeding near the surface at night, and then carrying these gasses to deeper water with them. Their moulted exoskeletons, feces, and respiration all transfer carbon to the deep sea.

Live copepods are a popular addition to saltwater fish tanks, both as a food source for hard-to-feed fish, and as a clean-up crew.

Copepods are sometimes added to water-storage containers to control mosquitos, as some species will eat mosquito larvae. Copepods have been used successfully in Vietnam to control mosquitoes carrying dengue fever, and trials to employ this method are also underway in Thailand and the southern United States.

Sheldon J. Plankton, of “Spongebob Squarepants” fame, is a copepod!

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hi! i was wondering do you have a visual or description of the na'vis genitals? I know you mention it coming out of a sheath, but id love to know more! Tysm :)

I love this question more than you can imagine LMAO

Ok, so . . . In my mind I have a specific image that I picture when writing alien genitalia for the Na'vi (based on my own personal preferences, of course). I wish I had an exact image so that I could show you but I haven't come across one that looks exactly like what I want. (There's a severe lack of drawn alien genitalia for Avatar, so if anyone knows of some good art . . . lemme know 👀)

That being said, if you want a visual, lemme give a HUGE shout out to @/Killveous on Twitter/X cause he has some great Na'vi genitalia designs and they have a lot of the aspects that I visualize and I actually lost my mind when I stumbled across it.

Link here for your viewing pleasure and reference.

I haven't really considered it too much for the females yet, but for the males this is what I picture:

Cocks are retractible and sit inside the body for protection.

The slit (or sheath) is a flat opening between his thighs that acts as the entrance for the cock to come out or retract back into for mating. When aroused, the slit becomes slightly engorged or puffy and wet with a natural lubricant (or slick). It feels good if you rub it or lick it!

When aroused enough, the cock peeks out through the slit until it's completely out. The slick coats the inside of the slit and the cock to help the slide out and make it wet.

I also really like the idea that the Na'vi slick has some kind of natural aphrodisiac in it so that if its ingested (so like by licking slit or sucking it off a cock during oral), it increases the consumer's arousal and desire. It would taste really sweet, I think.

I also think that the slick would provide some kind of aid to help ease the stretch during penetration to avoid any real pain or uncomfortableness and make taking the obscene size of the Na'vi more manageable, which would be really helpful with Na'vi/Human relationships.

The tip is a pretty lavender color and slightly cone shaped but not a crazy amount, just enough to make it look visibly different from a normal cock

No foreskin cause it's naturally protected by the sheath

There are bumps and barbs along the shaft and a few scattered on the tip for added texture and stimulation as well as glowing bioluminescent freckles

Bioluminescent cum! (I don't remember who made up this headcanon but . . . THANK YOU cause omg it's so good.)

When close to orgasm, a knot forms at the base of the cock. It's basically a large ball that swells and then eventually locks inside the female, usually with the intention of getting her pregnant, until it deflates and he can pull out.