#hes also a scratcher

[saturnniidae]

I feel like Hiccup was a biter as a young kid. Like he'd occasionally say something a little too snarky to Snotlout and almost get beat up for it, but narrowly escape (not without several bruises) by biting him hard then running off to the forest to seek safety with woodland creatures

[usertoxicyaoi]

"This guy really loves me."

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023). Episode 3.

[todayisafridaynight]

any hopes for kiwami 3? like things u wanna see added or changed stuff like that

if they dont keep kiryu's goofy walk stance and the hoof-like walk sounds i dont wanna play it

[eshtaresht]

listened to 30m of Playing Places: Oceans by Cosmo Sheldrake on youtube and was very happy to find comments full of autistic and nd ppl. honestly so true his music has great soothing effect AND it's composed of actual animal and nature sounds

[chrisabins]

freddie had his first experience with catnip in the form of a banana toy…. i’d say he enjoyed it

[ghwosty]

every so often Pinterest will show me this fucking paparazzi shot of Eddie at a nail salon and ofc has some caption making fun of him for it bc he's a man at a nail salon pfft lol and I'm just like, damn, I don't believe in cringe culture but some of yall are fucking cringe fr

[myriahkamm]

Happy Adoptiversary, Je'von! 8 years (if the note in my calendar is correct lol). Here's to another 8? (A person can dream lol.) 💜

[kawaiianimeredhead]

I'm really bad at white elephant because I never want to steal anything and I also never feel like I'm great at picking my own present

And like a whole element of the game is stealing someone's present but today I did that because someone stole mine and I feel so bad I took there's I just hated what I got instead of what I had

And also if the tag that was on the blanket I stole was accurate, this blanket was $85 and what in the hell. Like cool I guess but who and why drop that much for a work christmas party

[bunny-jpeg]

behaviors

carlos sainz jr

tags: smut/pwp, slutty behavior, bimbo!reader, mean!carlos, groping, teasing, rich!reader, oral sex (carlos receiving), daddy kink, chest play, hickies/bites, 1.6k words

"carlos!" you cooed as you saw him across the paddock. you gave hi a big way and he eyed you up and down. his eyes went wide when he captured the full beauty of your figure.

low cut, red t-shirt and a pleated, short skirt in the same shade. you looked like a ferrari fan, but you also looked like a total slut.

his smile grew as he said, "princess! come here!" and felt something stir in his gut with you obediently scurried towards him. like a good girl.

"come here." carlos said as he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you towards his friend. your short skirt flipped up and you felt the rough material of his jeans up against your soft ass.

"mmm, daddy." you said softly. couldn't loudly proclaim your nickname towards your lover in the middle of the paddock. they already thought you were a stupid little slut.

carlos held you by your waist and looked down at you. he kissed your soft cheek and asked, "why are you dressed like this?" he turned you to face him. his brown eyes glared into yours and you swallowed.

"i wanted to show team pride!" you chirped and carlos laughed a little. he got a quick feel of your ass and you bit back a moan.

"team pride?" he chuckled, "no, no, princess. you look like a slut this afternoon. what happened to the shirt i gave you to wear?"

you pouted, "it was so baggy! it looked like a ferrari branded potato sack!"

that was why carlos gave it to you, he didn't need his princess to walk around the track like she gave her love away for free. that was all reserved for carlos. he held his smile as he kept both strong arms around you. he kissed the top of your hear and replied, "you could've at least worn my number."

you giggled, "did you forget?" you pulled away and pushed the hem of the skirt up a little to reveal, '55' tattoo on your upper thigh. carlos' mark on you.

carlos cupped your face, "it only works if you're walking around in your panties. you need another fifty-five on your body."

the driver enabled your bratty behavior, he liked that you were so much more innocent, so soft in ways that made him yearn for you more. despite your slutty behaviors carlos was protective over you. if you were going to crave cock, it would only be is.

that night in the hotel room, carlos made sure you got your sexual fix. the wet heat of your mouth around carlos' cock was added by his groans. you were still in your slutty little outfit from the track. "mmm, pretty girl." he said, "i need to keep you locked away so you don't make men fell over each other. i don't need you to cause a crash." he pinched your cheek whule your mouth was full of him.

you wanted to say something, but your lover wouldn't let you take your mouth off of him. instead you let out a small whine and carlos' shivered.

he cooed, "all of daddy's money and he couldn't buy you a brain." he rocked against you further, his cock nudged against the back of your throat. you lost your gag reflex a long time ago. and while your mouth was great, he always yearned for something more. your alluring cunt. he could feel the hunger down to his gut as he got his cock out of your mouth and when you whined, he gave you a tap on the cheek with his painfully hard cock. "no need for that, princess. up onto me." his nickname for you was in spanish

you giggled, "you always call me that. what does it mean? you never told me." you were dumb sometimes, painfully dumb. the words were so similar, but yet it was a real head scratcher for you. carlos could be calling you a degrading name, and you'd have no clue.

carlos patted your head and said, "you're my princess." then leaned back with his hand on his cock, "and this is your throne." and gave you a smile that made you eager to get into his lap.

you got up on shaky legs and stripped quickly. you felt a rush of heat through your body while you got the skirt off. once you were naked, you got into your lover's lap. your proper throne.

"you're a good girl. just need to keep you satisfied. keep you full of me, right princess?" he remarked as you sank down onto his length. fuck you felt like heaven. pleasing your slutty cunt was a great feeling. you had the type of body that made any man addicted, and with your constant need for sex. it wouldn't hard to make any man crumble.

carlos was face to face with your pretty breasts. plush tits that made him run painfully horny. he lucked out by nabbing himself a slutty trust fund baby with zero thoughts in that little head of yours. but it was alright, carlos would always take care of you.

the ace you had was quick enough, humping against your lover like a happy little rabbit. a horny little animal. carlos bit your breasts, he bit them raw as you rode him. he left splotchy bruises all over your beautiful chest.

next time you'd wear a low-cut top. people might get an eyeful of the carlos' marks on you. "pretty slut." he groaned as he gripped your bare hips.. he met your pace, adding aggression to his movements. you bucked against his cock as your tongue stuck out a little. he kissed you tongue before he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

your brain felt malleable in a way that left you with few thoughts.

carlos groaned as he thrusted up into you. your cunt was perfect for him. you drove him crazy, made him excited all over. you were his slut, his princess.

"you need me." he groaned, "you need your daddy to keep you safe." he admired you, and was addicted to you as your soaked pussy clamped around his cock.

you nodded, "of course, daddy. i want you all the time!! especially when you're sweat from racing and when you finish inside of me." your voice sounded tight as pleasure curled through your body.

"you like when i'm all messy. you like when i'm so masculine that it makes your toes curl.'" he joked as he groped your ass once more. the amount of times he had spanked the flesh until it was bright with bruises would shock more. but not carlos. no, he knew exactly what he was doing. he knew exactly what he was doing, what he was doing to make you so turned on that it left you so needy for more, more, more! you were an insatiable creature and carlos had to make is sting for you to get your sexual fix.

you nodded like a good girl, "yes, daddy. i love it when you're all sweaty and hot. when you're running on the high of a race and bruise my pussy."

carlos groaned, "fuck, princess. you drive me crazy." his voice almost caught in his throat as he felt the strike of pleasure through him as you fucked him with a heated fever.

you panted as you bounced on his cock, "daddy, please! don't tease me like that." your noises were so pathetic and it made him hot all over. you had a way about you that drove carlos into a heated fever.

he pulled you in closer and said, "don't worry, princess. just take it all, just keep moving." then kissed you, and then the kisses got heavier and hotter.

between the kisses you moaned pathetically as you felt the pleasure control your movements. you felt like a woman possessed as you rode carlos' cock. the sight of you in his lap, your cunt taking him so well, it spurred hi to keep meeting your movements to bully his heavy cock into your sweet cunt. you felt like a dream, you looked like heaven while wrapped up in him like a dumb little slut.

he'd fuck you every chance he got, mess up your pretty body to how he liked it. he could feel the urge to climax cloud his thoughts. he kissed at your breasts once more, letting his scratchy cheek rub up against the bruises he left.

it made you moan louder as he continued to fuck you with a heated intensity. he groaned and panted heavily against your sweaty skin. both wrapped up in one another on the couch.

"daddy." you whined.

carlos gave a few more heavy thrusts as he felt the need to climax. you were panting heavily as he said, "my slutty girl." as he drilled his cock into you. he finished inside of you and left a final bite on your skin.

he kept up the pace to get you to climax as well. your noises got louder as you had it eventually wash over you. the intensity of it all made you see stars behind your eyelids as you arched your back. you clenched around him as you came. you both eventually stopped your heavy movements before the two of you made out passionately. both of you painfully sweaty and hot.

in the after glow of lush, carlos kissed your heated, sweaty face and the praise began. you may be a bit of a ditzy slut with bubblegum for a brain. but carlos adored you.

however, next time you visit the track. you'll wear something that covered a little more. <3

[juniorlore]

sirius and regulus fighting but it’s mainly just hair pulling and regulus kicking aimlessly hoping to land a kick. sirius is screaming “my hair, my hair!!!” while also tugging on regs curls. theyre rolling around on the floor kicking, scratching, screaming, and biting (on regulus’ part) until someone (probably remus or evan) pulls them apart. barty and james are chanting “fight! fight! fight!” btw

oh and regulus wins because hes a younger sibling and uses underhanded fighting strategies.

here to spread the regulus arcturus black hair puller, biter, scratcher, kicker propaganda

[wannaeatramyeon]

Being Goo Kim's Secret Friend: an introduction

G/N. Trying maybe a new lil storyline. General shenanigans with reader as a secret friend. Masterlists

Goo Kim's circle of secret friends is a very exclusive and private club you are proud to be part of.

Would have figuratively and literally worn the declaration like a badge of honour if it wasn't supposed to be, well - secret.

How he had come to hear about you is still a head scratcher, although you suppose you have built up quite a reputation if you asked the right people.

You know a lot about a lot. Have your finger in all the pies. Developed a knack for keeping your ears low to the ground and anything you don't know, you dare say isn't worth knowing.

Sticking your nose into places it didn't belong though, it should have gotten you into a lot of trouble-

But god has his favourites. Despite your lack of physical prowess, you rolled the dice and somehow accrued enough luck and passable charm for things to work out for you in most situations.

Most.

Your leg has pretty much healed completely after the incident a few years back. It just tends to click a lot whenever you bend your knee. It's fine, you can live with it, after all you should have seen the other guy.

Spoiler alert: he's dead.

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"You owe me, babe." The blonde grins, wiping off his sword with-

"Hey, that's my jacket!" Despite being unsteady on your feet and your right leg throbbing painfully, you hobble over to yank it out of his hands.

"Sorry," he doesn't look sorry at all. He crouches down, opting to use the recently deceased guy's shirt instead. It's terribly disrespectful of the dead.

"He's really dead, huh." You give the body a harsh nudge with your foot. There's nothing, not even a choked gurgle. Just an ever growing puddle of blood and two lifeless orbs peering up at the open sky.

"'Fraid so," he answers, sliding his glasses back up his nose.

"Good." Then you add, "What's your name again?"

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And it's not so much that you're indebted to Goo Kim.

You like to think that you're practically innocent in this. He's the one that pulled the trigger, the actual sword, the very first time you met him and off-ed the guy who was a pain in your ass. It's not like you could control what that blonde maniac chooses to do. 

(Not that you think this defence would hold up in a court of law.)

(...And yes you're thankful, but you have a feeling he was just trying to make a dramatic entrance more than anything.)

So no, you're not indebted to him. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. 

You help Goo with his little queries and his morally grey (if you're being generous) errands; in return there's a steady stream of income and the more efficient and discreet you are, the heftier the tip too.

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Sure, yes, Goo can be a very difficult customer.

His personality takes a bit of getting used to, and you admire your own restraint at not beating him black and blue.

Honestly, that time you met Gun Park, you knew deep in your soul that you had met a kindred spirit. Your eyes connected as Goo was rambling and being his usual deranged self, and you are absolutely certain that the annoyance and murderous intent in his black eyes was also what was reflected in yours.

Anyway- That's a story for another day.

Back to Goo.

He is clingy at the worst of times and flakey when you actually need him. Throws a tantrum if you don't pick up his calls before the third ring though it's fine when he ignores you for days.

Delights in giving cryptic instructions and orders that are less quirky and more deranged riddles, although it is kind of, sort of, a little endearing how much his eyes light up when you finally work out what he's saying.

His sense of personal space and boundary is also unsurprisingly absent. He has a penchant for nicknames that make you cringe and a fondness for slinging his arm around you and cackling in your ear like you're best friends.

Which you know is a lie.

You weren't born yesterday. He’s friends with you precisely because you are not a fool. You know Goo would sell you up the river without a second thought.

But in the end, none of that matters.

You really really can't oversell how good it is to have friends in high places.

Best of all, a friend who seemingly has no issues killing on your behalf and who leaves their own fingerprints all over the scene of the crime.

[big-cat-brawler]

HA!!

Devon, at a party? I'll have to come, see for myself.

..If I can get a babysitter, anyway-

OMG YALL KNOW DAT HELLA BIG SCARY RUSSIAN GUY?? I CONVINCED HIM TA GO TO ONE OF MA PARTIES !!!

SOMEHOW..

[strawdool]

I really love your art so much it’s such a brain scratcher and I love how you pick colors! I genuinely adore how you draw!

Can I offer your lamb and goat bread? 🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞

Also would narinder spend proper time with his kids?

From the local bread ghost :DD 🫶🏼🫶🏼

TYSM

goat and lamb enjoyed their bread <3

and about narinder he will eventually but he needs get fixed first

here a sketch of a little thing im doing

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

ChrisASMR

pairing: asmr creator Chan x biggest fan reader

genre: idek. just a little drabble

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: reader has anxiety, descriptions of being anxious and being overwhelmed.

an: i had a little day dream about my favorite asmr creator and about meeting him in public and only recognizing him by his voice and thus, a drabble was born! ig technically this is a fan fic about him (david ily), but this is a stray kids blog, so i made it a chan fic. anywhoooo, here’s whatever this is. :) love ya.

masterlist

it’s been another shitty day. that’s all you seem to have anymore. it’s just one shitty day after another. but there’s one thing keeping you sane. one thing that you look forward to every day. ChrisASMR. sometimes, you feel like you rely too heavily on his asmr videos. you try not to let yourself think too hard about that. about how it’s one of the only things that brings you joy anymore. how when everything seems like too much, you just put your headphones in and click on his youtube. how most nights, when your heart is at its heaviest, his voice is the only thing that can put you to sleep. his deep baritone, laced with australian accent, telling you all of the comforting things that you need to hear.

“its okay.”

“you’re okay.”

“i’m here.”

“i’m so proud of you.”

“you’re doing such a good job.”

and then he polishes it off with soft sounds of his breath, maybe the sound of a kiss here and there, sometimes a little story that makes him giggle, and in turn makes you giggle. sometimes it’s a comforting audio for those on their period, sometimes it’s comfort after a nightmare or after a long day at work.

and he posted a new video right before you clocked out for the day. almost as if he knew you needed it. as soon as you got home, you would shower, put on your jammies, and crawl into bed. you would drift off to sleep with his docile tones in your ear making everything better. you just had one quick stop to make first.

you pulled up to the gas pump, making sure your fuel door was on the correct side this time, and shut the car off. you took deep breaths, preparing yourself for the trek inside and the encounter you will be forced to have with the attendant. you wished you could pay at the pump, but you left your card at home and all you had was cash. you cursed yourself for being so stupid. but it was okay. at least, that’s what you told yourself. this was the gas station you went to all of the time. you went inside frequently for snacks and drinks. so what if this is the first time you will be purchasing fuel, at the register, with cash. it’s not a big deal. but the knots in your tummy said different. you gripped the steering wheel tight, knuckles turning white, and took one more deep breath. then you got out of the car.

focused, thoughts racing through your mind of how the conversation might go, what you needed to say. ‘$20 on pump four please.’ that’s all you had to do. you entered the busy store and got in line. the elderly woman in front of you was buying her lottery tickets, taking her time in picking which scratchers she wanted. you nervously shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

a middle aged man got in line behind you, standing way too close for your comfort. you inched forward, trying to put some space between your bodies, but he also inched forward. your hands began to sweat as another person got in line behind the man with no concept of personal space. the classic rock music was loud in your ears, the sounds of people talking and the glass cooler doors opening and slamming shut, the sound of the beeping as the bored looking attendant scanned the scratch off tickets one by one.

and you thought the bell above the door ringing would be the thing that pushed you over the edge. as grandma dug around for quarters in the bottom of her purse, you looked up to see who had entered the store, causing the ringing that you felt like would be your thirteenth reason. and the man that walked in was.. incredibly handsome. he gave you a small smile and a nod before heading for the drink coolers.

“i can help whoever is next.”

the man standing too close to you cleared his throat, jolting you out of your wide eyed daze. the old woman had left with her lottery tickets and you were next in line. you approached the counter.

“uh, could i get $20 on pump four please?” you asked. the teenage attendant nodded before punching some buttons on her screen. she looked at you. and you looked at her. you could feel everyone in line behind you also looking at you, staring a hole into the back of your head.

“that will be $20..?” the attendant said, holding out her hand.

duh, you needed to hand her the money. you held out the fifty dollar bill, damp with sweat from your palms and crumpled from your harsh nervous grip. the worker held it up to the light, checking the legitimacy of the note. you glanced around nervously, silently wondering if it was counterfeit. though you knew that was a ridiculous thing to be worried about.

the man behind you felt like he was inching closer and closer, pressing you against the counter. finally the attendant punched some buttons on the screen and the cash drawer popped open. she counted out your change, which was all in five dollar bills, and handed it to you. you thanked her as quickly as you could, before shoving the bills in your pocket and rushing out the door.

once in the parking lot, you took a deep breath of fresh air. it helped a little, though you still needed to pump the gas. but you told yourself that the hard part was over. you approached your car and lifted the nozzle from the pump, placing it into your gas tank. as the numbers on the screen ticked by, you let your mind wander to the handsome stranger in the store. how his dark curly hair and dark eyes called to you. his black t-shirt was pulled tight over his muscled chest. in another life, maybe you would have been brave enough to talk to him. brave enough to put yourself out there and shoot your shot. but in this life, you could never. you wondered what his voice sounded like..

“excuse me, miss?”

your eyes went wide. your heart racing. not only were you anxious that someone was talking to you, but.. you knew that voice. you turned to face the stranger, only to find the handsome man you had just been day dreaming about.

he held out a crisp $5. “i think you dropped this on your way out of the store.”

you looked at the bill in his hand, and then back up to his face. he was smiling at you, a dimple in his cheek catching your attention.

“oh.” was all you said. you couldn’t form any other words. what were words? how could you speak in front of this man who looked like he was carved by michelangelo himself? and you were almost certain you recognized that voice. it was your favorite voice. the only voice that could lull you to sleep at night.

you managed to reach out and take the money from him. “thank- thank you.” you stuttered.

just then the gas pump clicked off, startling you into a jump. flustered, you whipped around quickly attempting to remove the nozzle and place it back in its cradle. but your hands were shaky and sweaty, the hose was tangled, and you couldn’t get it turned around right. you struggled for what felt like ages before a familiar giggle graced your ears.

“would you like some help?”

he approached you slowly, making eye contact with you before gently taking the pump from your hands. he maneuvered it around easily, and hung it back in its rightful place. and then he took a step back, giving you plenty of room to breathe.

“there we go.” he smiled.

your brain was going a million miles a minute, racing with thoughts telling you to run, hurry up and get in your car and leave. but there were other thoughts saying that this is your dream man and this would be your only chance. what are the odds you would meet your favorite asmr creator out in the wild? at least, you were ninety nine percent sure it was him. he was an anonymous creator, so you had never seen his face, but you would know that voice anywhere. the voice that brings you peace. while you wrestled with your inner monologue, he held his hand out again, this time is was empty.

“it was nice to meet you.” he said, waiting for a handshake. “my name is Chris.”

okay now you were ninety nine point nine percent sure.

you took his hand, praying to god he wouldn’t notice how clammy your palm was. “uh.. y/n.” you said, half ass introducing yourself.

“beautiful name.” he smiled, before squeezing your hand gently and pulling away. “careful with that $5.” he said, pointing to the money he had handed you moments ago. “it’s sneaky.”

and with that, he gave a small wave, and walked across the lot to his car. you stood, dumbfounded for a moment, before climbing into your own car. you were ready to get home and listen to the new audio. but, you wondered, would this ruin it for you? now that you’ve seen him in person and know what he looks like..? or would it make it better? more enjoyable?

before putting the car in drive, you reached for your wallet, wanting to store the money so you wouldn’t drop it again. and as you slid it into the fabric slot, you noticed writing along the margins.

it was a phone number, followed by a name. chris.

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i’m actually kinda proud of how this turned out. thanks to @httpdwaekki for the encouragement to write it. :)

♡ pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) ♡

©hyunjins-orange-slice-too i do not give permission for this work or any of my work to be translated, copied, or reposted.

[newkatzkafe2023]

What about a monkey queen with a husband that acts just like Vegeta!! He’s mean to everyone else but when he’s with her, he’s all soft and sweet!

When a man loves a woman 🎶🎵🎶

(Lmk Wukong) You were always a harsh and stern man, especially when your a prideful warrior king. That was until you got married to a pretty little monkey girl, Wukong was a quite mischievous girl and a brilliant fighter. You loved that about her and made sure to court her as soon as possible which she eventually accepted, and hence the start of your marriag you were the only one who treated her with never ending patience and kindness. Wukong had never felt so blessed in her entire life, in her fairytale marriage with you.

(MKR Wukong) You quickly became her ideal man, someone tough as nails, but treat her ever so sweetly. You immediately had an interest in Wukong especially her confrontational and excitable demeanor. In your eye she was a beautiful rare gem that you immediately wanted and worked to woo her over, which didn't take long as you challenge her to battle. Boi were you making her purr as you both fought against each other, you both fell in love and after months of dating you both got married behind the monk's back as you celebrated your love together.

(NR Wukong) The fact that she could kill you at anything is what caught your attention in the first place. The fact that you would be stern with her but still treat her gently was what brought her attention to you, and your muscles ain't a bad touch to your appearance. You loved how unpredictable and carefree she is especially when you get to watch her tear apart those who underestimate her, overall it was hot. Wukong has no problem showing affection to you lovingly and she also loved to watch you savagely fight her enemies especially if she was insulted. Let's just say she never bother to wear her underwear ever again😉

(HIB Wukong) You both are a surprisingly good match for each other. you're both tough, stern, and distant, but deep down, you both have good hearts that just need the right love and care. Your pride does get in the way at times, but you know when to back off from Wukong, but you loved that about her. You would both spend time with each other as you treated her so well as a queen that would often leave her in disbelief. You also would get angry and protective over her and the children and put your life on the line for your little family, and that was more then enough for Wukong to love.

(Netflix Wukong) WoW she actually needs someone like you, especially when you would get angry with others for insulting her. You quickly grew very protective of Wukong treated her with never ending kindness and love, along with being a husband in battle arms. You would delightfully kiss her wounds and gladly take care of her, which would make unshed tears would appear in her face. You loved her for her pride, her lust for battle and never judge her for anything she does, and Wukong would love you forever.

(BMW Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh you are so hot and violent and sooo perfect to her. You would have Wukong's heart from the very morning you knocked that one celestials teeth out, she was just so turned on by a man who's not afraid to kill. While you love a woman who could definitely kill you and you would both wildly mate in love and bloodlust, happily fulfilling your desires for each other.

(Destined one) Well, this is quite the head scratcher if i ever seen one. I'm not sure how you could ever win over the Destined one. You were interested in her for her combat skills and powers as she fought against the celestial gods. Though you made plans to win her over with small gifts and kindness to her, as you both got to know and bond with each other. The Destined one would blush and come to see you more and more and before you both knew it, your relationship grew in love and support for each other. In the end she married you and now spends her days receiving your Affection and protection.

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