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temiree · 3 days

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As promised here's a new page before the end of the month!

Page 98 is up early on Patreon for $10 supporters, as well as progress images showing the process of creating every page!

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ottombak · 2 years

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Drawing comparison of Taylor Irwin. For @temiree.

I copied another drawing on Temiree's webcomic, "Little Runt", on page 43, showing Taylor being hugged by his son, Nestle.

#temiree #anthro #anthropomorphic #irwin #little runt #my draw #nes #nestle #webcomic #father #son

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redartzy · 2 months

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p u p p i

#furry sketch #furry #furry oc #little runt #kickable

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fjordfolk · 3 months

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Its hard to present how tiny Melis is. She looks pretty close to Lunert but she is Tiny. Miniature. Japanese spitz doll edition.

#tiny features #shes a bit of a runt and her siblings are much more substantial (as they were from the start) but shes #surprisingly well built for her size #observe however: melis' beady little stare vs lunas soulful eyes

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littlemissomega · 7 months

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Hungry

alpha!Rhyand x omega!reader

Summary: Rhysand finds a way to make his mate eat during her heat

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, teasing, reader not wanting to eat but Rhys convincing her too, bargaining, heat and rut, overstimulation, mention of biting/marking, breeding kink, pet names (Alpha, Omega, little dove, baby), wing play/stimulation, food play if you squint, bad writing, not proof read

Note: Both characters have sensitive wings. Sarah J. Mass created the character “Rhysand” in the book series “A Court Of Thorns and Roses”

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“Alpha nooo! I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Shh little dove,” Rhysand coos, “It’s for your own good!”

“I don’t wanna, I just want you!” Y/ whines.

“You have to eat, baby. What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t feed my omega?”

“I don’t need food, I need you!” Y/N wiggles her hips up as if to prove it. Rhysand groans.

Since the mating bond snapped into place almost 2 days ago, Rhysand and Y/N have been caught in a frenzy of searching hands and unquenchable need. Naturally, it triggered YN’s heat and Rhysand’s runt. But while Rhysand had suffered the sweat drenched, desperate and foggy musk of his runt before, this is Y/N’s first heat. Rhysand nearly chokes on her needy scent, struggling to control himself. Everything from her dripping pussy, peaked nipples, ruffled hair, and glazed over eyes makes him want to fuck her silly. Well, more silly. She squirms under his graze.

“Omega, you have to eat,” Rhysand orders, voice shifting into that dominant husk that makes Y/N’s bones turn to jello and every fiber of her being needs to obey him.

The burning pit in her core that had been temporarily appeased threatens to swallow Y/N whole. She writhes, gripping the sheets and moaning.

“Pleaseee! I need you in me now! Feel so empty, Alpha, it hurts so bad so achy! Need you so bad!” she babbles. Rhysand moans at the sight.

“You really will be the death of me, little dove,”

Rhysand pulls her into a sitting position- having to support her weak body- into his lap. His fingers graze the tips of her wings, and Y/N almost cums on the spot. She instinctively grinds against his hard cock. A growl rips from his lips and he grabs her hips, stilling her.

“I’m feeling partially gracious, so I’ll make you a deal, mate,” he groans into her ear, pushing her sweat stick hair back.

She whimpers in response, breathing in his scent deeply. He smells of Ilirian leathers, fresh parchment, night drenched breezes, and cracking fire. The fire goes straight to her core.

“You eat what I feed you, and I’ll let you warm my cock while you do it,” Rhysand proposses, picking up the bowl of praise and little pieces of bread he summoned earlier.

“Okay, please, Alpha, just need you in me so bad!” Y/N practically cries. His cock twitches under her before he slides in in one fluid movement

Y/N clutches Rhysand’s shoulders as she struggles to adjust to his size. She’d lost count of how many times he’s made her cum, but it never seems to be enough. Her body craves more, more, more. Needs it. He becomes the very air she breathes in the frenzy of her first heat.

She tries moving on him, but he grabs her nips, anchoring her against him. Y/N lets out a moan and he takes the opportunity to pop a grape in her mouth.

“Chew,” he orders.

Her jaw obeys on its own accord.

She swallows to say, “Alpha, please, I need more!”

“Yes you do need more grapes, little dove!” Rhysand coos, slipping two more in her mouth.

Y/N pouts, but chews and swallows all the same. She wiggles her nips, searching for some kind of friction; causing Rhys to pinch her thigh.

“Hey!” she exclaims. Rhysand stuff a small pice of bread in her open mouth.

“Be good,l little dove,”

Y/N swallows and licks the crumbs off her ips. Rhysand’s cock twiches in her. An idea pops in her head.

“Alpha, can I have some more grapes?” she asks innocently.

His brows shoot up.

“Of course, omega,”

Rhysand slips a grape through her lips, but she closes them before he withdowls his fingers. Rhys looks at Y/N curiously until starts gently sucking on his fingers. His eyes fill with lust and a growl bubbles up in his throat.

“Careful,” he advises, every syllable dripping with dominance.

Y/N releases his fingers with a ‘pop’, and bites down on the frappe. The sweet juices fill her mouth and she swallows.

“What do you mean?” she asks, again acting innocent.

Y/N leans forward so her nipples graze Rhs’s toned chest. She wraps her arms around his neck, allowing her fingers to graze his wings. He moans and jerks his hips up into her. Y/N’s head drops against his chest as hot sparks radiate through her.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you little dove?” he groans between his teeth as his cock shifts in her tight walls.

“Eating grapes?” she responds breathily, reaching for a grape and popping it in her mouth. The movement causes her to shift an inch off and back against his cock.

Rhysand’s hand grapes her hips with a near bruising grip.

“You’re making it really fucking hard to be a good mate right now,” Rhys groans against her neck. The area prickles, “Cause all I can think about now is all the very very bad, inappropriate things I want to do to you. And I can’t do all those things if you’re running on an empty stomach,”

“Your cock’s got me feeling pretty full though,” she whimpers, squeezing her tight walls around him.

“Caldron fucking boil me,” Rhys growls before snapping into action.

IN a flash, Y/N is flipped on her back with her knees flush against the sides of her chest. Rhys pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in, causing a moan to slip from her lips.

“There you go, little dove, is this what you wanted?” Rhysands pants, thrusting into her at a relentless speed.

Every drag of his cock inside her is like fire and light and night exploding, and all Y/N can do is nod, throwing her head back. Every drop of coyness drains from her body.

Rhysand takes the opportunity to connect his lips with her new mating bond. The mark of his fangs is a stark contrast against her flushed skin. Y/N writhes under him as he sucks the freshly injured skin between his lips.

“Oh, is that sensitive?” he rumbles against her skin. Y/N nods again, lacing her fingers through his hair.

Y/N’s chest rises off the bed as Rhys’ thumb makes contact with her throbbing clit.

“And that?”

“Fuckkk, gonna cum, Alpha,” Y/N mewls, her toes curling.

A hand glides across Y/N’s wing, and her world shatters. Stars explose in her vision and every cell and nerve in her body pulse and pound and light on fire.

Y/N can barely control her body and doesn’t know what to do with it at once in the intense pleasure. Her hand slides down and grasps onto Rhysand’s wings, tugging the feathers gently.

Rhysand’s shouts and moans of pleasure join hers as his hot cum fills Y/N. The overwhelmingly full, warm sensation shocks her as Rhysand’s knot swells into place. Her head falls to the side and her back arches off the mattress. Y/N is subconsciously aware of saying something, but has no control of her words as tears of pleasure glide down her cheeks.

“Holy fucking Mother, ‘s so good, so good oh my god, don’t stop, too much, so full! Fuck feels so good, caldron boil me, fuck you fill me so well, holy fuck feels so full!” Y/N writhes, tugging and twisting on the feathers of Rhysand’s wings.

Rhysand can feel another climax boiling even though his hips had stilled; his knot practically gluing him in place as his mate pulse and squeezes around him. Just the wing stimulation has him right on the edge.

He grazes his fingers back and forth across his mate’s wings, stimulating her in such a gentle yet instantly pleasurable way. Y/N squirms enough to rock the bed.

“So good, so good, can’t! Oh my Mother, too much!” Y/N babbles, pressing herself further into the mattress.

“I know, little dove, just one more time. Cum one more time for your mate. I’m gonna cum too, pump you so full of my pups you’ll hardly be able to walk,” Rys groans.

They had never talked about having children before, but in that moment, Rhysand has an uncontrollable need to keep his pretty mate knocked up, glowing, and dripping his cum for the rest of her life.

“One more time,” he repeats as he presses his thumb against the hypersensitive spot on her wing, simultaneously grinding into her as much as his swollen knot will allow.

“Rhysand!” Y/N screams as he fills her again. Night explodes through the room.

His load of cum fills her to the brim. It feels she’s about to burst as her climax hits her. Y/N’s vision blacks out and all she can feel is Rhysand’s hot cum.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, little dove,” Rhysand moans.

A night drenched breeze cools her sticky skin as the world comes back into reach. Her eyes flutter open to see Rhys panting above her.

“Wow,” she moans breathilly.

“Wow,” he repeats, smirking at her.

Y/N lets go of Rhysand’s wings as she realizes how tight she was gripping them.

“Fuck, are your wings okay? I didn’t know I was being so…”

“Rough? Don’t worry, I liked it, little dove,” Rhys chuckles, flipping them over so Y/N is resting on top of him. She collapses against him.

A whimper slips from her lips and Rhyand’s knot slips deepers inside of her.

“I know, baby,” Rhysand coos, “It’ll go down soon. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Y/N whispers.

“Good,” he repeats, gently rubbing her back.

Y/N’s eyes droop shut and she feels sleep calling as Rhys taps her gently. She hums in response.

“I think I found my new favorite snack,”

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katerinaaqu · 23 days

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Homer Describing Odysseus: A head shorter than Agamemnon but wider in shoulders and in chest, strong legs and arms

Modern fanart: OK I shall make Odysseus shorter than literally ANY other character!

Like...come on guys! 😆 Agamemnon was also described to be taller than many men around the Greeks hahahaha and okay even if Odysseus could potentially be shorter than many other heroes in the war why the heck is literally EVERY character taller?! Including females?! Hahaha 😆 I mean I get it for goddesses that by n large they are pictured as tall etc but people like Penelope? Hahaha like even nowadays average height for women in Greece is like roughly 165-170 m tall yet alone back then! Hahaha she could potentially be at least at the same height as Odysseus if not shorter like come on!

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Like allow some girls be shorter than average or average hahahaha 😆 😂 😆

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yaknowlikenyah · 27 days

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What will your friends think when they learn you get hard for your big brother? Wouldn’t it be funny if I sent them the video of you moaning my name while you jerk off?

#nyah #fauxcest #sibcon #sibcest #big bro/little bro #big bro/little sis #runt of the litter

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dustyhyena · 3 months

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HERE IT IS!!! my piece for @agentshipzine ! it's been a work in progress for such a long time and im vibrating out of my skin now that im able to officially show it off!!!

i thought it'd be fun to do a little side-by-side comic for my agent 3/captain (august) and agent 8 (jay) as they spend their lives together! be sure to zoom in to properly read the comc and all the little details!!!

BIG thank you to tari and rebi for making this possible- this is the second ever zine i've been in and it was such a fun experience. love yall!!!

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ottombak · 2 years

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Nestle kissing his dad on cheek (Animal Crossing version). For @temiree.

I repeated the same drawing of Temiree's characters from yesterday, but with single strokes, based on the video game series called Animal Crossing.

#anthropomorphic #anthro #temiree #irwin #little runt #my draw #nes #nestle #webcomic #father #son #animal crossing #taylor irwin

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acorndudesworld · 7 months

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My boys(and girl) from Oakey Oaks! 🥰 ❤ 😍

Glad to see that despite the amount of hate this movie gets, Disney didnt ignore it as part of the family. Love you guys!

#once upon a studio #chickenlittle #chicken little #disney animation #101 dalmatians #abby mallard #fish out of water #runt of the litter #disney 100

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twstunes · 8 months

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k but something that fucks me up so much is that while each major boss is textually representative of their respective member of the Great Seven, Riddle distinctly is the only one not to have a little coffin icon reflective of that

Literally each other major boss has a coffin icon directly representing some physical component of the Great Seven – Leona has Scar's face, Azul has one of Ursula's tentacles, Jamil has Jafar's staff, Vil has Queen Grimhilde's crown, Idia has the lil clasp on Hades' robes, and Malleus has Maleficent's dragon form. But Riddle? Riddle has a rose.

The Queen of Hearts does not have a rose featured anywhere in her design.

This would be easy to brush off as a stylistic choice if it weren't for one major issue: Riddle very consistently wears his little crown pin in every school uniform he has, with the sole exception of his ceremonial robes. Making his icon a rose doesn't make sense when he already has an element of the Queen of Hearts' design directly worked into his everyday outfits. Sure, maybe they didn't want to double up by giving both Riddle and Vil crown icons…but that's not a very strong argument tbh.

In Alice in Wonderland, the Queen's roses are treated in a very specific way—that is, like fancy garden plants. They are objects to be carefully maintained and shown off to make the owner look better. The owner's wishes are paramount, even if it's to the detriment of the plants (such as painting them red). Riddle's mom does not seem to view her child as a person, let alone a person with basic emotional needs. He's simply a trophy meant to make her look better. He is, effectively, a walking trophy garden. And he maintains this trait even as he plays out the role of the Queen of Hearts.

ik people complained a lot about Trey's Doodle Suit being localized as Paint The Roses, but it really does fit his situation a lot better. In the song, the card soldiers acknowledge that painting the roses red, while it appeases the queen's demands, has sealed the roses' doom in the process. Likewise, though Trey routinely busts ass to placate Riddle, he knows that coddling the guy like this is not actually helping him; all he's accomplishing is allowing his friend to further ostracize himself from their peers.

#i don't even like that red little runt and yet here i am writing essays. girl help #twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #twst meta #twisted rambling #anyway hi good morning. it's like 4 AM #there's probably more to be said on this subject but man. i'm goin to bed

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