my furry side is showing in this

A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.

Originally posted by bentbarnes

Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.

« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.

« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»

Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.

« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »

He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.

« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.

« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »

Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.

« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »

Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.

« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »

You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.

« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »

Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.

« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.

He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.

« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »

Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.

You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.

« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »

Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.

« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »

You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.

« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »

His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

JAMFIC: single dad!dirk/jake

@cityinthesea shared an idea recently:

I want… an AU… where dirk raises dave, and beta bro just doesn’t exist
single dad dirk, where dirk dropped out of college in his third year of an art + philosopher double major to raise then 3yr old dave, makes money doing freelance coding and odd jobs, and meets jake when dave is around 9 just when he’s starting to get sassy and has picked up swearing like a sailor from his older bro (to dirks everlasting shame) and dirk has effectively spent the last 6yrs in the most incredible dry spell and internally screaming at the fear of fucking up this child he is responsible for
jake takes to dave well, and dave is an openly affection seeking little shit because he grew up in a good (if a bit unqualified) home

Aaaaaand I hadn’t done a ficjam in months, so I had some fun with the idea. Within you’ll find small Dave, Aunt Janey, a weary but warm Dirk, and a flirty hopeful Jake. And no beta’ing whatsoever.

Jane had told you a million times that she’d given you a key to her house for a reason, that anytime you were in her area, you were welcome to come visit. At the time, it’d worried you; you’d always gotten the impression Jane fancied you, but were never sure. The last thing you wanted to do was take advantage of that. But giving someone a key to one’s abode and private sanctuary was not a decision made lightly, and Jane Crocker didn’t make any decision lightly.

You’d given her a pester (or bother, on her end) to let her know you’d be coming around. Now, it’s a crisp morning in the outskirts of Seattle, the air fresh from the evening rain. From the front door of her house, you can hear the faint noise of livelihood going on inside, that distinctly vague feeling permeating. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in a home like Jane’s, you think.

You knock, and there’s no answer. The key bites into your fingers as you fortify your nerves and slide it into the door, unlocking it (oh dear, you’d sort of hoped that wouldn’t work?) and letting yourself in.

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Breezango Costume Appreciation - subtle differences

I’ve been thinking about cosplaying Breezango because I love their costumes (unsure which of the pair because I prefer Breeze’s costume but I have brown hair and the ability to ballroom dance). 

Because of this, I’ve been looking unreasonably closely at some of the subtleties of their costumes and some of y’all might also appreciate the details. Their shirts and hats are near-identical but their pants show carry on visual themes of their past outfits and I love it.

Their belts are are two-tone under the fur - Fandango (left) has gold on the top and black on the bottom, while Tyler Breeze has the opposite

The stripes on the side that say “FASHION LINE DO NOT CROSS” are straight on Fandango and squiggled on Tyler Breeze. 

The squiggled line on the side has been a consistent staple of Breeze’s costumes, as well as the furry belts. 

Fandango (as far as all the pictures on my computer show) never seemed to have stripes on his legs (the earliest examples I found were from the sunburn match against The Golden Truth)

Obviously Breeze has fur on his legs. That’s not exactly worth pointing out as far as differences go, but it is worth noting that he has padding on the top of his foot and shins, which I assume is because he’s got a lot of kicks (and the fur makes those kicks look so good)

Many of Fandango’s past outfits have had triangles of coloured fabric in the flare of his pants and here is no different. On this outfit, the right leg has black and the left has gold (with white rhinestones)

Besides Breeze’s selfie-stick, the only other notable difference is their wrists. Fandango has always had the wrapped wrist thing going on and Breeze has his furry wrist cuffs to match their outfits. 

You may also appreciate that one is black, and the other is gold on the same sides as the bottoms of Fandango’s pants. 


so yeah dudes, my tumblr is a mess and I have reason for it. when I saw art that someone made and if I feel that I like it I NEED to reblog it. I don’t have side blogs and don’t gonna get one bc this is what I doing for artist, I’m trying to support them, showing them how good their art is bc they just DESERVE it. they don’t deserve to draw only fanart to get notes, they don’t deserve do being unnoticed with their ocs bc one day, people/robots/furries/ponies/etc from fanarts they drawing to get attention to their blog was OCS, TOO. so support artists with reblogs. bc they deserve to create their own legacy.

Playing doctor by hairyhunny

My sister and I had always had a great relationship. I was the younger “protective” brother and she was the older “troubled” child that always had me on my toes. You see my sister and I were the only ones we could count on after my dad died in a plane accident. My mother was a local gynecologist, and always busy with patients and rarely at home. So that left my sister and I with a lot of time together to talk and lounge around until mom’s arrival.

One afternoon, Amy confided to me that she thought about sex all the time. Anything sexual was never too taboo for her to discuss with me, after all I was the one who often kept her out of trouble. Amy at the age of 22 attended a local community college, and I was 18 and in my senior year of high school. My sister was a tease and sometimes wore clothing in the house that would get my attention. One Friday after school, I was coming up the stairs when Amy appeared out of the master bedroom wearing moms favorite white teddy. I tried to look away but couldn’t when I noticed the teddy had what I called “see through fabric”. I could clearly see the outline of Amy’s bush with her D cup breast matching her thin waistline and wide hips like a goddess. Her nipples pushed into the fabric catching my stare and her aureoles were the size of a tennis ball. I asked her what she was doing and she simply said “nothing, just wondering what it would look like”.

On days when mom wasn’t around we would often play games to pass the time. Monopoly, chess, and cards were some popular ones, but playing doctor was our all time favorite. In the house mom had a spare bedroom made into a examination room for the interns she taught. Having real equipment to play with made it exciting as I played Doctor Ryan wearing my white jacket, and Amy wearing shorts and a tank top played the patient. I would get Amy’s height measurements at 5'5" and then look at her throat and ears on the examination table. With a full report making sure she was in top running order, I tried to keep things at an innocent level.

One day I had Amy on the table fully clothed when I was checking her heart rate. The stethoscope was getting stuck on her low cut blouse and her huge tits weren’t helping. As we were just playing, I was almost ready to skip to the next part of the examination when Amy said “doctor shouldn’t you just have me take off my blouse?”. I looked at her in disbelief, knowing that mom could be home at any time.

I said to her “what if mom would catch us?”

She replied “I’ll just run to my room if she comes home its right down the hall.”

With a reluctant “OK” I helped Amy off with the blouse and put it on a chair next to me.

It was the first time I had ever seen Amy’s bra covered tits other than in the white teddy and it was always a jaw dropping experience.

After hearing her quickening heart rate and getting more nervous about being caught, Amy said to me “doctor isn’t it time you checked my breast for lumps? After all I don’t think we did that on my last visit.”

Looking nervous I reached for my clipboard to act like I was actually reading the last time I did a breast exam to clear my head and decide if I wanted this to go on.

Amy again spoke up after clearing her voice “ doctor without my bra on.”

I timidly agreed and reached around her back to unclasp the huge boulder holder while holding onto my thoughts of what would happen if mom saw the two of us like this. There were 7 clasps undone and the bra still didn’t unfasten. I had some girlfriends who had maybe 4 clasps but never this many. Fearing I had lost my touch, I looked up at my sister waiting patiently for help. Amy just smiled and said, “silly you almost had it” and she removed yet another garment after undoing the final clasp.

I was taken back as my sisters breast were freed from their confines and brought to my unabated gaze for the first time. Her nipples were perfect her globes of flesh were so firm you could knock golf balls off the top of them. I looked them over for a long period of time when Amy interrupted and said, “are you going to feel for lumps or what doctor?”

“Of course” I said, “what kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t?” My hands roamed around feeling her huge milk makers and paying special attention to her pencil eraser shaped nipples. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but I bent down and sucked on both nipples, fully expecting Amy to end our play time together. I looked up and was really fearing the time as moms arrival was sure to come when Amy spoke yet again with another medical question, “do I feel warm to you doctor?”

I replied “I’m not sure, I think to be careful we should take your temperature” I looked around the room and sure enough there was moms glass flask full of mercury thermometers and soaking in alcohol. Funny I thought, I always use the digital one and can’t seem to find it. Amy must have moved it earlier. I approached Amy and presented her with a thermometer and tried to insert it in her mouth.

“Yuk! That’s not the way doctors do it” she shouted topless and naked from the waist up.

“Excuse me, but I’m the doctor and I think I would know how to take a patients temperature.”

She looked at me with that naughty smile and said, “that’s not what I mean, you see there are two colors of thermometers in the flask red and blue. The blue ones are oral and the red ones are anal. Your holding a red one and you know where that goes right doc?”

I grinned, “well maybe you should decide where your temp is to be taken, close your eyes and choose a thermometer from the flask Ms Ryan” I stated as professionally as I could.

Amy closed her eyes and although I saw her peek, picked out none other than a red thermometer.

“Sorry” I said. “I’m afraid I’m going to need you to assume the position on your hands and knees with bottoms up. Looks like it’s your unlucky day.”

My sister looking brave said “I guess that depends on how you define unlucky.”

Amy laid back on the examination table and watching her tits flop to the sides of her chest, I began undoing her belt on her khaki shorts while looking down at my own rocket cock trying to launch its way out of the silo. Amy assisted by lifting her bottom to help me slide her shorts off along with her shoes and socks.

Gazing at my sister on the paper covered table that made a distinctive crinkling noise, I made my way over to the cabinet where latex gloves and KY Jelly were stored. After being satisfied that there was enough KY on the thermometer, I came back to my panty covered sister who had turned over and assumed the position with her ass to my full view. Anticipating my first look at her naked bottom, I grabbed the elastic of her pink cotton panties and began nudging them down. Amy resuming her role as patient stopped me and loudly stated, “I know this isn’t a good time doctor, but I’ve heard you are writing a book about the female anatomy and looking for research am I right?”

“Yes…..yes I am Ms Ryan”, I said dying from expectation.

Amy looking over her shoulder with a look of someone about to have her temperature taken up her ass replied, “well it’s OK with me if you use your camera and camcorder over there to record my examination for your medical research to complete your book if you want to.”

Thinking of the possibilities of sending my friends e-mail attachments with pictures of my sisters naked pussy, I realized I should hurry up and take the porn pictures before she changed her mind. “Great idea Ms Ryan, but I should make you aware first that a lot of people are going to see these pictures in my new book, people you may or may not know.”

My sister now rubbing her panties into the lips of her sex looked back again and replied “may I know some examples of whom may see these pictorials doctor?”

Quickly I said, “Well I do have some colleagues whose names are notorious in the gynecology field, like my friend Dr Livingston (aka best friend), Dr Cape (aka second best friend), and maybe just maybe Dr Lilienthal(aka my sisters best friend).” Testing the waters as my sister has told me countless times she is bi-curious.

“Yessss” My nympho sister said as if a shocked doctor wasn’t there, “not only do I know all those doctors but you can show them to others as well if you want. I trust you Dr. Ryan. I’m all yours to display to the medical community and the eyes of professionals like yourself.”

Thinking fast I said, “Can I have copies made for my wallet, you never know when reference anatomy pictures would come in handy to show to others.”

“Anything you want doctor, including a full pictorial for self stimulation maybe or to add to a closet wall or a screen saver on a computer. Amy caught me by surprise by referring to the back of my closet where several well placed Playboy centerfolds are hanging that my mom hasn’t found yet.

In view of how far my sister was in sexual pleasure, I thought it best to try out my good fortune again, "Ms. Ryan with your permission and signed consent, I would like to post your medical pictorials on the internet and give you the profits from their sale. Would you agree to that?”

Impatiently Amy cried out “all that sounds great now let’s take my temperature and continue with this discussion later shall we”. Positioning the HD camcorder and bringing the Cannon SLR digital camera into arms reach, I began to dwell again about all the ramifications of what I was doing and what mom would say if we were to get caught. Getting the best possible ass and pussy camera shot, I began pulling the sides of Amy’s panties around her flared shaped hips in the hope that she wouldn’t interrupt me again.

Sliding her panties slowly down to her thighs, Amy displayed her untouched furry fuck hole to me for the first time. I picked up the SLR and as on cue, she took two of her sexy fingers and opened her womanhood to my camera’s gaze. I noticed a wet spot at the entrance to her slit and an odor that I can only describe as sweet.

“I can’t wait till we show the tape to everybody whom is helping with the research. Do you think they will like it?” My sexual vixen cried out.

“I’m sure they will Ms Ryan because you have a beautiful vagina. Lets remove the panties fully so I can view your pussy easier with the camera shall we”

Amy hurriedly removed the rest of her clothing and naked bent over and spread her pink gash more fully for my viewing pleasure. “If it’s OK with you doctor can we use the technical term for my vagina.”

“Sure thing” I said while hitting the shutter button of my Cannon Rebel to record the event.

“I think you should refer to it as a cunt, don’t you agree Dr. Ryan”

“Yes Amy that sounds nice, cunt it is”.

Wanting to move on I put away the camera and loosened my top polo shirt button. Looking into the view finder, I adjusted the camcorder to view as much of my sisters naked body as possible. Gently I took the thermometer and placed it on Amy’s brown flexing hole to prepare her for the intrusion.

“Are you ready Amy?” I asked.

“Stick it in doc.” Amy replied holding her ass cheeks as far apart as possible.

I slowly inserted and held the thermometer in my sisters ass harboring thoughts again of my mom walking in on the two of us. What should we do or say I thought? How could we explain this? Thoughts of us being grounded, thoughts of mom joining in, and thoughts of my life ending as I knew it were all possibilities. Pulling out the thermometer it read 98.6, perfect just like the ass it came from I thought.

“Have you had your prostrate checked lately Ms Ryan?” I asked watching my sisters hand get wet playing with her furry beaver to my delight.

“No could you please doc, I’ve never had one done and you never can be too careful these days.” Amy said while getting us both aroused.

I prepped my latex finger with KY and told my sister to just relax and back up so it would go in easier. She looked back and shocked me yet again, “do your worse doc!”

I took this as an invitation and shoved my finger fully into my sisters ass as she impaled herself on my single digit. “Yesssss” she screamed, bewildering me if she was actually enjoying this or just trying not hurt my feelings and end it. I wiggled my finger in her brown hole and withdrew it taking pride in that another barrier had been torn down between myself and Amy. I began scribbling on my clipboard a note that said in large capital letters, “PERFECT BUTT”. I laughed at its symbolism and showed Amy who giggled along with me.

Moving on Amy turned over and let me fire off more pictures of her lovely hot box with a smile to go along with it. I was flabbergasted as she made known to me her next request, “Dr Ryan I heard this is the best fertility clinic around am I right?”

“Yes I believe it is” I told her.

“You see my girlfriend and I are thinking the time is right for me to have a baby, and she told me to come here so you I can try out your special equipped fertility thermometer for my other hole.” “You know the one that everyone says supposedly gets girls pregnant” Amy said with a stupid look on her cute face. Thinking about what she just asked, I put her legs up in the stirrups at the end of the examination table and ordered Amy to unfold her hairy love petals so I could obtain photo’s of my sisters snatch. “This one’s for the internet” I thought to myself with a smile and a click.

Pausing briefly with the camera I said, “This can be done Ms Ryan but I need to know a couples of things first?”

“Sure like what?” My sister said while letting me take more photos of her most intimate parts.

Staying in character I said, “if this doesn’t work on you I may need to see your girlfriend for some special fertility treatments to get herself a baby, do you think she’s up for that?”

“I know she’ll do whatever it takes doctor she wants a baby too”

Rapidly I added “also I may need permission granted for some nude photographs of the two of you for my book, some erotic if that’s OK?”

Looking a little distracted at my camera my sister looked up and mouthed “whatever you want doc.”

“Great!” I said, “now I need to ask you one serious question before we begin the treatment.”

“Go on?” my sister replied.

Thinking of mom hearing the news that my sister was pregnant I had to ask, “are you on birth control?”

Amy looked as if lost in thought for a moment and said in a uneasy manner “No, is that going to be a problem doctor. I mean I am trying to get pregnant you know.” Quibbling on and reminiscent of her desire to have sex with me.

“Well you can’t be careful enough with the types of diseases that are out today. So I’m afraid we’ll have to use the precautionary mode until certain tests are negative. Is that OK Ms Ryan?”

“Yeah, whatever, yor the doc” My disappointed sister winded out.

I pulled out my lucky condom from my wallet that I always had in case of emergencies, and took off all my clothes except for the white lab coat to stay in character. Amy’s eyes widened with approval when she saw my cock for the first time. I wasn’t huge but 8 inches was not only the longest, but also the thickest from what she told me later .

I was now stroking my rocket when Amy piped in, “you want me to prime your special fertility tool doc?”

Shaking my head yes I stepped up to the examination table and stuck my dick in my sisters mouth for the first time polishing my knob. Trying to imprint every second to memory, I looked up only to realize that everything was already recorded on HD tape. How sweet life is I thought to myself. Look a sister and brother porn star team. I started to think of these silly screen names that all the porn stars have to hide their real ones. For Amy I thought, “Hairyhunny” because she tastes sweet as honey. Myself, “Spaceshuttle” because I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex in zero gravity. Would you ultimately end up bouncing off the walls? I chuckled at the thought.

After several minutes of coming on the brink of orgasm and then the thoughts of mom catching us to bring me back down, I decided to go for broke and complete the act of incest by fucking my sisters hairy twat for the first time.

“Are you ready Ms Ryan I think you have my instrument primed properly?” I said

“Yeah doctor, put your fertility tool in me now” Amy impatiently cried.

I walked around the table sliding the rubber over my hardon and putting on some KY put my cock at the forbidden entrance of incest. Holding Amy’s pink hairy folds as far apart as they would go, I gave my sister her last final chance to back out.

She looked me in the eye and said “Do it! Do it now! Make me pregnant with your fertility tool Doctor Ryan!”

Hearing her talk that way made my purple headed prick lose control, and plunge to her womanly depths instantly.

“Time to make you a woman Ms Ryan” I said bringing my cock out and rubbing it on her pubic hairs then plunging it back into her hairy canal.

My sister shrieked and yelled out of character for the first time “Yessssss fuck me brother my body is yours. Order me and I’ll show my hairy pussy to anyone you want. I like it when your friends see me like the slut I am. I want to be your personal whore at your beckoning call. I’ll call you master and do whatever you want as long as you show my body to your friends.” My naked patient decried to me out of breath and in sexual bliss.

Talking like this in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t resist getting my sisters complete control while fucking her and I knew once she calmed down she would recant all comments she had just made. So I said in a more businesslike brotherly tone “are you serious about doing anything Amy?” While standing at the end of the examination table and pumping my protected cock in and out of my naked sister.

Calming down a little she looked me in the eye and said “tell me what you want and I’ll tell you what I want little brother.” As if fucking my nasty sister wasn’t enough, bartering was always a way for one of us to get what the other would not give. At this moment I couldn’t think of what my sister could want from me since we were already having sex so I laid down my terms of the agreement.

I spoke wisely, “ I want to bump uglies with your best friend (Brittany). Tonight if possible in the woods out back while moms asleep”. Brittany is 22 years old and my sisters best friend. I have always wanted in her pants since she and Amy became friends.

Amy smiled a evil grin and looking between her legs said “I think I can get her to sneak out”

“ Do you think she’ll do it?” I asked.

My sister looked up “Yeah she’s good at sneaking out.”

“That’s not what I meant, I’m talking about fucking” I frantically replied.

The next thing my sister told me was something I’ll never forget to this day. Impaling herself as far as my cock would go in her she told me in her exact words, “if she doesn’t agree to fuck you (which I think she will), I’ll help you hold her down and rape her. Promise”

Now it was happening to me as well as my sister when an evil grin appeared on my face, “Do you think she will tell anyone?”

Amy replied “she didn’t say a thing when she turned 18 and her mom held her down and let her dad raped her!”

“Get out of town!! I don’t believe that!” I shouted while still pumping my man meat inside my sister . Amy looking down at her hairy pussy told me, “that’s not all.”

“It isn’t?” I quizzically stated.

“When I got Brittany to actually talk about it she said she actually began to like the idea so much she helped her mom hold down her sister while her dad had his way with her. Imagine losing your cherry to your dad and then helping him with your sister. Its fucked up and I laugh every time I talk to her about it, that family has been into incest ever since. Incest is the best!” My sister chanted.

Here’s the picture of the day!

Mule flying with her flyers cap.

I tried using a more “Blue-er” color for Mule and some story for yal!

~ Mule and Mool were the only one’s who were born with wings from the mother’s side of the family.

Mool doesn’t use or show her wings often because they’re either in the way or she just doesn’t want to fly.

Mule on the other hand loves to fly.

Mule was often known to be the most reckless and adventurous among the sisters, so she would usually fly because it would give her this wondrous freedom like feeling she enjoys so much.

~Dat it!

Reimagining Sisterhood

I have to admit, the photograph for the Ammunition EP is my favorite image of Krewella to date. In the past, that might have been determined by vain reasons, like the selection being 1 decent angle of me out of the 300 where I look constipated.

But I don’t think I look pretty here at all. 

I look fucking handsome. I’m actually turning myself on.

What I am seeing in myself is exactly what I admire in images of men: A crinkle in between the eyebrows showing determination and focus. A weathered face with a constellation of acne scars along the jaw, fearlessly exposing flaws.

I bet you thought I had defined cheekbones, but the shadow of my furry side burns must have fooled you.

The only soft thing about me in this photo is the peach fuzz on my chinny chin chin.

When I look at Yasmine’s face, I see an experienced young woman stoically overcoming weariness. Maybe she’s tired of women “smizing.“ Tired of women erasing the lines of their hard work and labor.

What makes a woman powerful is not her mummified face, but her embrace of mortality.

Yasmine’s relationship with my body in this photo is particularly meaningful to me. First of all, I want to mention that if her large, un-manicured hand was 5 inches lower, it would cover my small boob. I just wanted to get that off my chest. 

My face and body language is reading, “fuck you,” in disbelief, displaying toughness through anger. Yasmine is exuding strength through acceptance and patience.

The position Yasmine holds is one of protection and restraint. She guards me when I am vulnerable, and is a voice of reason when I want to charge. “It ain’t worth it, bro, it’s ain’t worth it,” she says.

I refer to Yasmine as my bro, basing the spirit of our relationship to that of male friends you read about in books and see in movies, who demonstrate loyalty, honor, and security. I love the endearing title “bro.” I use it so much to describe my sister and close buddies, that I often forget the power of sisterhood.

The female bond is often perceived as being born through gossip and boy talk, and easily severed by competition and jealousy. I am constantly hearing, “do you fight?”, “who does this better?, and "who is hotter?,” as if rivalry is obligatory for sisters, or females, working together.

When I think of my other half, I think of my team member. We cross-check each other, we have each others backs, we safe guard each other. Allegiance to your girlfriend makes her more powerful. Encouraging your girlfriend’s aspirations and being proud of her achievements makes you stronger.  

We remind each other to respect our bodies, nurture our souls, take care of our minds. We remind each other to never settle for less, but also advise when to let go of a battle if “it ain’t worth it.”

I love this photo because it shows the grey area between the culturally constructed masculine and feminine. It shows acceptance of mortality and imperfection. I see two women that won’t be taken advantage of. Two women helping each other fight their demons.

Whether siblings or BFFs, my understanding of the female bond is born through shared values, encouragement, and honesty. The unit is fortified by unconditional love, honor, and protection. This is a recipe for resilience. This is the essence of sisterhood.

njk1531  asked:

Any other fandoms?

holy shit you have no idea

-tf2 (obviously)
- rick and morty (my rnm side blog is @pretty-schwifty )
- don’t hug me i’m scared (my dhmis side blog is @overwhelmed-by-inanimate-objects dunno if it will show up or not, sometimes it does sometimes it doesn’t)
- warriors/warrior cats (my warriors side blog is @omenofthewhat )
- five nights at freddy’s
- gravity falls (kinda)
- left 4 dead/left 4 dead 2
- harry potter
- if the furry fandom counts then yes i’m a furry judge my ass idc


(Creator’s note: The last few Ask pictures I showed off ARA’s tougher side, but she can just as easily be excited and playful. She fluctuates a lot and is happiest when learning new things or practicing emotions. I needed something cute and light to balance out the previous seriousness and show she’s not intimidating all the time.)

Ara: Vikna is from Katric too, and one of my good friends! I think I like cheering her up…she’s also even shorter than me.

Vikna: …I want to say ‘I hate you’, but I really just wish you grasped the idea of what NOT to say.

Baby Adie Series: Showing her to the world.

Lying down beneath the heavy blankets I try not to let the heaviness of my eyes allow me to fall asleep. The short promotional tour was finished and it had definitely taken a toll on me but it also meant that Harry was on a two month break and I can spend the entire day in bed with him now. He had also been affected by the strict schedule and since getting back home I don’t think I’ve seen him with a shirt on once. Not that I was complaining.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Adie’s hand is tangled in my hair pulling it towards her mouth, disregarding all of the toys she has spread across the bed.

Lifting my hand up I gently unwrap her fingers from her hair and slide snuggles over into her hold instead before a torrent of high pitched screams can be heard throughout the house. With her body rested up against my chest I let out a sigh as the face she had started to pull in distress fades with a kick of her legs.

She has no interest in the brightly coloured Disney movie playing on the television now that she’s finally calmed down. She is still leant up against my chest but instead of holding on to my shirt with one hand and snuggles with the other she’s wrapped her arm around snuggles slowly sucking at her pacifier.

Her eyes are looking out towards the door where Harry is still making a lot of noise from my office looking for some file that he has to send through to management. Even though she was still only very small I was always surprised by how she seemed to be able to sense when either he or I weren’t in the room with her.

When he finally comes back into the room he seems frustrated. He’s mumbling to himself and his hair is all over the place obviously from his twitching fingers that are nervously and rapidly typing away at his phone.

With a deep sigh he drops down onto the bed next to me. Adie pushes herself up slightly reaching out towards her dad. When he doesn’t acknowledge her, her eyes swell up with tears and small whines start to leave her mouth.

Harry immediately drops his phone down onto the bed ignoring the email that he was sending and rolls over to his side resting his face on my chest as well so he’s in closer to his daughter. When she sees him her face instantly changes. Her lips pull up and a drop of drool runs down her chin as she lets out a small giggling sound.

“Are you going to dripple all over mummy?” he asks lifting up the towel I had used to burp her earlier to wipe away the slobber.

Adie reaches out and grabs Harry’s hand playing with his fingers and his rings. Harry smiles at her and allows her to hold on to his hand as he shifts his head again to move it up next to mine. With my arm underneath his neck I raise my hand to tame the messy locks, my fingers scratching gently against his scalp.

“Sorry,” he whispers pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Shaking my head I tug his hair lightly. “Is everything all right?”

He sighs again, his eyes flick down to Adie quickly who is trying to slide the rings off his fingers. “Management needs us both to sign something.”

At the mention of management my eyes stare him down hoping he didn’t actually say what he just did. When his management becomes involved in our relationship it never ends well especially when I have to sign something.

“A photographer may have gotten a photo of Adie the other day.” I tense at the words that are worse than the management bombshell he just dropped. “Management just needs our signatures so if it’s posted anywhere online or in any magazines that they don’t use it nor do they have our permission in any way to use it.”

“Why are they trying so hard?” I ask dropping my head down onto his shoulder.

Adie screams and Harry and I like back down at her. She giggles when both of our eyes land on her. Snuggles his been released by her tight hold and now she grips my shirt trying to pull herself up closer to the both of us.

Harry leans over and lifts her up, sitting her up on his chest. She smiles beneath her pacifier and lets out a gurgling sound as I play with her foot beneath the stripped and furry onesie. I watch Harry carefully wondering what he’s doing as he picks up his phone and takes a picture of Adie. He starts typing again and when he’s finished he passes his phone over to me.

Looking over the Instagram post of our daughter, I smile lightly. The picture is amazing and really shows off her big beautiful eyes that she got from her father. Hitting the post button I quickly lock the phone and sit it down on the bedside table.

Turning onto my side I hug myself into his side running my hand over Adie’s back who is now finally fallen asleep against the warmth or Harry’s chest with his hand cradled beneath her petite body. Harry slides his free hand beneath me and wraps it around my waist.

“That photo is going to be everywhere as well.” I say quietly watching as Adie’s eyes drop and open again before they drop back closed.

“At least the media will be more interested in it then something from a pap. At least with a picture from us they won’t be trying so hard.”

Rubbing Adie’s back again, I concentrate back on the movie feeling much more relaxed now that people won’t be trying so hard to see what she looks like. Eventually I feel Harry’s body relax and when I look back over to him I see that he’s also fallen asleep. Pulling the blankets up around us I finish watching the movie.


Woohoo what next? I will be posting the next part of the wedding series and an AU Meme but let me know if you have any suggestions for either series. Also, a lot of you don’t know my name but I’m going to tell you my shadow writer name, Harlie. So anyway all the love H xx

It’s now time to appreciate my favorite female characters in Hunter x Hunter lets go

Mito - A strong woman written very realistically. She has a grudge against Ging and hurt Gon over it, but she still loves him very much. 

Senritsu/Melody - One of the kindest people in the show. Without her calming and warm presence guiding Kurapika, he may have died. Her hearing ability is very cool and her motivations are respectable,

Machi - A badass, doesnt-take-shit-from-anyone type of person. Respected by her teammates and incredibly powerful

Pakunoda - A powerful woman who cared for her comrades and even gave her own life to save her boss and warn her teammates. Also provided extra fuel to the gray morality theme.

Biscuit - A teacher character, stern, iron-willed, and implied to be one of the strongest people in the series. She seems little and has a very feminine, cutesy side, but will kick your ass in her real form, even if she’s insecure of her looks

Komugi - The sweetest, most innocent creature ever created. Komugi was incredibly important and one of the main reasons humanity was not enslaved. Physically weak, but showed you dont have to be strong to be influential

Cheadle - Even tho she’s a filthy furry, Cheadle is incredibly intelligent, a 3-star hunter, a doctor, and very determined/hates pariston what more could you want. She’s also the fucking chairman so ayyyyye

why do bronies always react so violently? as soon as someone openly dislikes them, even if its for valuable reasons, they go ape shit and start to send hate and harassment to that individual. I wish they actually acknowledged the flaws in their group and realized people are allowed to dislike them. DWM and PARC showed their dark side to the public, and ever since they'e been getting more and more violent in their actions. I just hope one day they realize how immature they are being, and start to clean the negative elements from their fandoms and actually see that we are simply trying to spread the messages of the show and creating a safe space for the female and younger audience.

aaaaah i need a break….

Liam "My boyfriends a werewolf"

“Aren’t you going to get that?” You asked looking up at your boyfriend Liam. The two of you were cuddling in his bed with your head resting on his chest and one of his arms wrapped firmly around you. His phone had kept ringing all night but he kept ignoring it.

“No I’m not gonna get it. It’s not important.” You smiled and played with his fingers then looked out the window. “Whoa look at the moon. I think it’s a full moon.”

Once you said that it was like something had clicked in him. He moved away from you quickly and gripped onto the sheets. “Liam are you okay?!” You asked him worriedly. You had never seen him like this and you were wondering if you were going to have to take him to the hospital but then it looked like his ears started to get longer. It seemed as if his finger nails were growing claws and you could’ve sworn you even heard a growl. You got off the bed and backed up slowly. “Liam? W-what’s happening?” He lifted his head showing you his longer teeth and different color eyes. You knew you should be running for your life but for some reason you weren’t scared. You could still see some of your normal boyfriend in him.

Just when Liam jumped off the bed and launched after you Scott came in through the window also looking like some sort of monster. He came in and knocked Liam down on the ground and held him down by his neck. He yelled his name in his face loudly making you cover your ears but it worked for Liam. He blinked at Scott slowly until his eyes went back to normal. “See this is why I kept calling you. You should be with me on your first full moon.”

Liam swallowed hard “I-I’m sorry.” He looked up at you and Scott got off him.

“I’m gonna be outside. You can talk to her but then I really think you should come with me.” Liam only nods signaling Scott to leave out the window. Liam pushes himself off the floor slowly and stands up looking at you. You wanna say something but you don’t know what so you wait until he speaks.

“Are you afraid of me now?”

“No.” You said it so quickly and confidently it took him aback.

“You’re not?”

“Why would I be afraid of my boyfriend?”

“Because he has claws and ugly furry side burns that 30 year olds should have.” You chuckle at his attempt to lighten up the mood then move closer to him and kiss his cheek.

“They’re not ugly. I want to see them again.”

“Well I can’t control it yet. That’s why Scott’s here. I can show you when I learn to control it but right now it’s not safe. You need to stay away from me.” You shake your head no while he shakes his head yes.

“I’m coming with you. I want to be with you every step of the way through this.” You smile at him and say “My boyfriends a werewolf and I love him just the same.”

Mango 4! OwO
Pretty sure this is the last version of Mango I’ll do for a long time as I’m really happy how he turned out.
As usual, the mask is resin. It has a moving jaw that is actually quite responsive, although incapable of opening very wide. Given that I’ve never done anything quite like this before I’m incredibly happy with it. Ventilation is good, and it’s not as bulky as the average fursuit head, allowing me to carry it around pretty easily when I need to take it off.
I installed a jaw set from dream vision creations and it fit quite well. I don’t at all remember what size I used, but it works quite well.

On a side note I’m going to be part of an post apocalyptic themed art show at my college later this month and get to wear this guy at the opening. Once that’s over I’ll have a bunch of stuff to post that I made from the show.