#Sndk

[yasha-grechnevaya]

shitpost✨✨✨

[dogandcatcomics]

Illustrations by Vratislav Hlavatý (Czech, 1934-) for Všelijaká zvířata pro kluky i děvčata [All sorts of animals for children] written by Christian Morgenstern and Josef Hiršal (Prague: SNDK, 1959). Big cats seem to be prominent among the featured animals. Thanks to @delphinelasardine for the tip.

[rin-henricov]

и этими губами ты целуешь поваренную книгу анархиста?

[blukit8]

Sonic and DC collaboration? Idk

[sukablatnahui]

[povidanech]

димон

[ppottato]

CRINGETOBER :∆

Dima SNDK in sonic's poses. He's a Russian YouTuber :]

[deadzza]

bad mascot😈

[arafergirl-artdump]

dump

群

@drunkraptorsstuff

[kiki-mimi222222222]

Look at my boi

[thelastlaff]

spruce and belle mall au

[rin-henricov]

старый бдсмщик терентий

избушку свою подметает плетью,

за крюки себя вешает снова и снова,

ему 90, он не помнит стоп-слова.

[aphroditesswan]

HAHSJSNDJDKDKFFN MORE MEAN MEXICAN KINICH PLSSSJJDJDKFGNG THE PREV POST WAS TOO HOT SNDK YOU WRITE SO WELL 𝓰𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓼

PLSSS THANK YOU BABE I LOVE YOUUU

fem reader + kinich is an asshole and a tease, degradation, oral fixation, choking/breath play 👅👅

you were partially to blame for this, but not entirely! how were you supposed to know that the client was willing to pay such a high, outrageous price that was a couple hundred thousand mora too much for such a simple commission from kinich?

“hm,, that sounds like a reasonable enough price. i’d be happy to start on it as soon as i can.”

usually he’d wager a fairer a price, but this customer was obviously wealthy and had made the first offer, so how could he refuse?

“well i mean usually commissions of that price are ten times more difficult and time consuming,”

he gave you a look that said he wished he could snap you into the air like he did ajaw a while ago, but somehow you didn’t catch onto this.

“oh? well, what would a commission of this level cost?”

“just around 11000 mora, definitely not the 850000 mora you suggested.”

“then i’ll be happy to take… 15000 mora!”

kinich was almost fuming on the inside, but he kept face for the customer.

“of course.”

“maybe this will teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut, slut. i should’ve done this to you when you wouldn’t stop fucking talking.”

kinich held your throat, squeezing softly in just the right spot. his other hand held your mouth open with his fingers, index and middle fingers pressing onto your tongue.

his face barely reacted to how you whined and hiccuped around his fingers, shaky hands holding onto his forearms and looking up at your boyfriend with such lust that his dick twitched and his pants felt so suffocating, showing exactly what his face denied you the right of seeing.

he pushed his leg between your knees, preventing you from squeezing your thighs together like you had previously been doing.

“does this make you wet, slut? i bet it fucking does. you don’t get shit from me.”

a slightly louder whine came from your throat, overlapping the wet sounds of your spit coating his fingers. in return, he squeezed his hand around your throat a little harder.

“uh uh, none of that. follow directions for once, yeah?”

he pulled his fingers out to show you, removing his hand from your throat so he could angle your head further up and keep you from looking away all flustered.

“look how messy this is. this is something so much more productive you could’ve been doing with your mouth instead of running it to the client.”

he tilted his head, waiting for your response as he watched you breathe deeply and pant a bit, eyes so hazy you looked almost high off the previous feeling.

“’m sorry, kin,”

you just barely managed to get that out before he shoved his fingers back in your mouth, hand slowly trailing itself back down to your throat.

“tendrás que esforzarte más que esto, princesa.”

he brought his fingers out to kiss you, making his mouth just as wet as yours and coating the two of you with your saliva, fingers around your throat bringing you closer.

“try again and maybe we’ll see if you’re just as wet somewhere else.”

pls i wrote this in like 30 minutes ijbol

[sukablatnahui]

[lilybug-02]

Hey! I thought of some pretty cool and scary costumes for ur breads! Check it out!

Aren't they just so cool?

I especially like how Mummy's and Moldy's costumes turned out :)

OH My Goodness!!!! This is adorable! And perfect costume outfits!!! Toasty would definitly choose a fun classic outfit, Devil Bread being THE BOILED ONE👹, Mummy trying to be creepy is really funny (he would have no idea what to do), Fairy being a witch(bc of course, it's a great color scheme), and Moldy is all out(very spooky)! phdalfjnvk;a sndk amazing thank you so so much.

[bloodycotton]

My First time writing and publishing my tobers sndk Im soooo excited, I'll be giggling and kicking my feet over this although im very scared.

Ill be using the list of @raven-cincaide-words cause i loved it.

And PLEASE have in mind that im a rookie and my first language is not english. That. Im done excusing myself.

Day 1.- First Kiss.

Alan Grant (Jurassic Park 1993) x Fem!reader.

As the events on Isla Nublar came to an end and the adrenaline of running for your lives subsided, you and Alan sat side by side in the helicopter.

You sighed, and your eyes went to your own hands, they were shaking, dirty and injured. Sore and tired, your head rested on the nearest shoulder, that of Dr. Alan Grant. The doctor draped an arm over your shoulders, trying to give you some comfort and solace. His own injuries, fatigue and exhaustion were taking their toll, and now, sitting up, he ached all over.

But he was calm, relieved that you were out of danger and most of all, beside him.

He felt that if he stopped touching you at any point, you would disappear again on that island full of dangerous creatures. When the helicopter had finally touched land, somehow Alan felt desperate once again to feel you, even though your hand was still in contact with his, and he longed for your presence, even more so now that he knew what it felt like to hold you in his arms.

When the paramedics had finished checking them over and healed their wounds, having dismissed any major concerns, Alan's legs carried him towards you, you were sitting in the back of one of the ambulances that had been waiting for them thanks to John Hammond's call.

Once they were face to face, his hand found its home on your cheek, no one spoke, but the sound of the engines and the flickering lights of the ambulance beacons in the afternoon, made words redundant and in a gesture of deep affection, his thumb caressed the skin of your cheek.

His other hand copied the movement of his twin, and cupped the contours of your face, feeling your skin under his fingers, feverish and dirty from running and fighting for your life. Watching every detail of your face with a man's own interest and affection you had never seen before, he opened his lips, his expression bordering on anguish.

“I almost lost you” He said in a whisper that you barely managed to understand.

“I know” Your lips trembled with a sob caught in your throat, you had never seen him like this, and the very thought that either of you could have died on that island was heartbreaking enough to push over the edge of despair for the other.

And that thought was what led them to share their first kiss, it was desperate and abrupt, just like all the feelings that overwhelmed them both, he crashed his lips against yours, his hands pressed your face, and yours, his dirty and bloody shirt.

He kept his hands where they were, clinging to your face, while his fingertips caressed your skin, unable to stop kissing your lips, with a smile on both faces, and when the air was missing they had to separate a few centimetres, he rested his face on yours and with their foreheads still touching, he smiled, but it was not one of those kind or polite smiles that he gave to certain people, it was a genuine smile, one of those that touched his eyes and made the wrinkles around his blue eyes accentuate.

They had shared their first kiss.