#put your nose down

[andy-clutterbuck]

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[starlos-soulmate]

PANCAKE TEEF!!

Yeah time for another Pancake Design trivia thing fiejdkd. I think I talked about this before, but I didn't explain it well.

Pancake DOES NOT have individual separate teeth!! She has PLATES!! Serrated sharp plates. Think like, an ancient fish. They are sharp, but the points aren't supposed to be that big

They can also be different colors, and the only individual tooth she DOES have is the pink fake one. That one can stick out of her mouth. NONE of the others do. Also it's not the last tooth, typically the second to last. Sometimes I just run out of room-

So yeah!! No vampire fangs, no large teeth that poke out, none of them are individual (except the fake one). She just has plated teeth! And a second set behind the first one. I haven't drawn it yet-

[jeans-marrow]

THE SUNSHINE COURT SPOILERS

“You never should have brought me here. You never should have interfered. You should have just—”

“Let them kill you?” Abby asked. “No.”

“They never touched me.”

“Stop lying to me.”

Jean pulled against her grip. “A Fox wouldn’t understand.”

“Probably not,” Abby said. “My Foxes chose to fight back.”

SHE DESTROYED HIM IN SECONDS.

[beachyserasims]

Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter four┃Enjoy Your Stay

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I have to give a shout out to @cinamun and @therichantsim because they simspired me to build my own secret underground lab from this post.

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[yeonban]

ᵗʰᵉ 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿.

@cinderlynx asked: what do you want most in the world ? / tobias !

Silence engulfs the room once the question rolls off Ash's tongue and Tobias glances over in equal inquisitive nature, as if to pry: what's brought this on? A teasing response would normally follow, but for once there is none; the typical jokes being replaced with a thoughtful hum. He knows very well what he wants, the issue is merely explaining it adequately enough to drill it through the dozen barriers Ash's subconscious has planted into his psyche. Turning his gaze away from the blonde and setting it on the nearest wall as if gazing somewhere far away— somewhere no longer reachable yet still acting as a vengeful ghost hovering over Tobias' present nonetheless, the brunette contemplates how to go about this.

Anyone with half an intact brain would be able to discern Tobias' avid distaste for boredom after spending a few minutes' worth of time near the mafioso, yet no soul bar his own is aware of why this revulsion has taken root, much less at what point in time it has first sprung into existence. He supposes that's a contextual clue he must fill in for Ash here, lest his friend underestimates the significance of his actual answer. ❛ Have you ever been locked in a dark, empty room for years, with nothing to do and no idea when you'll be let out? ❜ Tobias' tone is gentle, no different from the usual despite the unsettling query being uttered, and he spares little time for whatever puzzlement might next ensue. It's a rhetorical question anyway, and he expects no retort to it. ❛ I have. ❜ An equally calm affirmation, one that is entirely devoid of a normal person's negative emotions which are oft synchronous with it, and his nonchalance almost gives off the impression that he is speaking of someone else's life, someone completely unrelated, than of his own experiences.

The story isn't deemed important enough to even be continued after it finishes playing its introductory role, representing merely one out of the many similar memories from Tobias' recollection— no different to him than someone else's remembrance of their playground days. Whereas other children would play with one another on the swings or dig into the sand, Tobias' version of childhood games lies in the knives he managed to sneak into the room during the instances he was allowed out, and in the goreish practices he was allowed out for in the first place. Whether digging in the sand or in someone's guts, it made no difference to him at the time, and it certainly doesn't mean anything to him these days either. There is a clinical apathy towards the details of his own past that essentially rivals the indifference Tobias feels about everybody else's suffering, and it's this void of emptiness that further exacerbates his already irksome boredom.

If there is nothing to care about, his very life included, then what can hope to touch him enough as to warrant a lasting reaction? To bring forth an emotion he isn't accustomed to (happiness, excitement, glee) is a formidable feat in and of itself, rare as it might be without requiring his direct intervention, but to maintain that state of amusement... that has nearly been proven impossible several times over the years, if not for Tobias' resolute obstinacy continuing to date. He'll either have his way, or he'll die trying; that is what the teen is dead set on. ❛ I can do what I want now, but it turns out the boredom I've felt back then is every ounce as stubborn as I am. No matter what I do, where I go or who I meet up with, as soon as the novelty wears off, I become bored again. This really pisses me off, so what I want is to get rid of this pesky boredom for good. But that's still a pretty vague answer, isn't it? I'm not sure if it's even one hundred percent possible either. ❜ To annihilate it fully... he doubts this sort of goal is truly achievable. Boredom has become such a core trait of his, a haunting latching, that Tobias figures it shall always be present somewhere inside of him (at the back of his mind if not at the forefront of his soul, merely waiting for the opportune moment to once again rear its ravenous head).

It's a war fought on the losing side, and the years spent jumping from one interest to another have only managed to stall his inconvenient yet eventual defeat. This loss, loathe as he is to admit it, is something Tobias is keenly aware of. However, should he twist the meaning of "getting rid of his boredom for good" into simply chucking it out of the way by means of attaining perpetual amusement... then, even with it still glued to his being, wouldn't he at least ensure that this never-ending struggle shall transform into a permanent stalemate (a much more agreeable thing) than have it one day end in his promised defeat? This idea has rarely been debated until recently, splendid conceptually yet impossible in practice, but startlingly enough this once unworkable option has begun to slowly take shape as of late, displaying its feasibility with none other than the teen currently sitting next to him.

With Ash, it should be possible for his boredom to become a thing of the past, he knows this to be true (he hopes it to be true; because if it isn't achievable with Ash, then it most certainly will never be with anyone). ❛ Right now I feel pretty close to achieving it, though. With you around I'm always having fun, I look forward to hanging out together every day, and I even feel excited about being alive for once— plus, unlike the other people I've met, you don't even have to try to keep me entertained. It comes naturally to you, doesn't it? ❜ Which, though it may not seem particularly important on the surface, guarantees that even without Tobias' consistent efforts (which oh, what a vast part of his days goes into the scheming required to secure him at least some semblance of fun around the boring people who always surround him), he would never have to concern himself with the possibility of his boredom returning ever again. A weight lifted off his shoulders, if he's to describe this sort of sentiment as he's often heard other people express it.

With that, Tobias turns to face his friend once more, eyes seeking Ash's while the rest of his body remains unmoving in its newly shifted position. Initiating touch while dropping what is almost certainly classified as an informational bomb on the blonde isn't bound to do well; even less so when Ash is probably still experiencing some sort of emotion or another after hearing a sad (is it?) tidbit about his childhood (which Tobias figures he is likely to be; because his emotive friend tends to feel something about everything, whether he's conscious of these sentiments or subconsciously inhibiting them)— therefore, it's best to take it one step at a time, with words coming first, then actions following later once his proclamations have been properly ingested and understood. He's sure plenty of people have previously told the blonde something of a similar ilk after all, most with less than ideal intents, so what matters most for Tobias' declaration is to expunge Ash's apprehension about what his words might mean before it even has a chance to form. Careful with the phrasing. Overexplain everything so he won't overthink your words into what he might be used to hearing. ❛ So, to be more specific for Your Highness' sake, what I want most in the world is you, Ash. ❜ Except the mafioso doesn't stop there; leaving no room for misunderstandings by immediately carrying on with the extrapolated meaning behind his wish. Although Tobias is plenty similar to the men in Ash's nightmares on other fronts, this aspect is not one they share any similarities in. Where, pray tell, is the fun in controlling someone, when it's their unshackled self that makes them worthwhile? If Ash were to bend to his will, or to anyone's for that matter, Tobias is rather certain his interest in the other would dwindle, if not plummet entirely.

In the brunette's eyes, Ash is worth everything because he is Ash rather than because he is the personification of someone's physical or material desires, as is clearly the case for the majority of the people Tobias has met around Ash thus far— and he hasn't even been around this city for that long. ❛ If you're with me, and continue to focus your attention on me like you've been doing... I couldn't care less about anything else. I don't want you to do anything out of the ordinary— just be as you are, keep giving me your undivided attention, and don't leave me. Keep to these few little requests of mine, and I'll turn the whole world upside down to guarantee your happiness. ❜ It's not the first time he's promised the gang leader one thing or another, the majority of which might sound absurdly impractical in any sane person's mind, but this is as good a moment as any to let the gang leader know what a vast promise this truly is, and that Tobias intends to uphold it nevertheless, crazy as its contents might seem. Fleetingly, Tobias also wonders if staring at Ash from this angle, from their equal positions on the couch, may become a stressor with this sort of answer suddenly sprung on him. There is no reason for the blonde to fear him (he's made sure of that all this time, for fuck's sake) but little does a voice of reason matter in alleviating one's worries if the experience of repeated abuse insists on likening the mafioso to all of those who declared they want Ash before he did. He'd rather that not happen here, not if he can avoid it.

He ponders on the thought for a brief second, before rising from the couch— not to hover assertively over the blonde as he imagines many might in his stead, but to kneel down in front of Ash's side of the couch while looking up at the other teen in a clear display of amicable submission; relaxing his muscles as to appear truly as harmless as can be. Now even if Ash's instincts are on alert, the knowledge that from their current positions Ash has the evident advantage in every sense should help ease all of the teen's tension enough to hopefully place his trust in the safety the brunette has worked so hard to become associated with. With that potential complication out of the way, Tobias' speech picks up from where it left off, and the older teen intentionally phrases his subsequent inquiry as a request rather than as a demand; as something which Ash has control over rather than as something imposed upon him. ❛ I know you're a real popular guy and all, but pick me over everyone else vying for your interest, okay? I promise you won't regret it. ❜ And if this will make Ash agree to his terms more readily— why the hell not, sure; he can beg and try to look pitiable. ❛ Please. ❜

[lafortis]

Well that awakened some unpleasant memories gamers 😬😬😬 time to bury myself in productive work tasks like a good little autist I suppose 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[dinasfavslut]

OMG OMG OMG CAN WE PLEASEEEE TALK ABOUT DINAS NOSE.

It’s so big and beautiful. I love big noses in general, and I love Dina, so win-win.

But holy shit would it be Fucking great.

She had her arms hooked around your legs so they kept open, and her tongue was thrusting into your hole. She always had the best time eating you out.

She’s definitely one not to tell you to hold back from letting out all your moans for her. She would say things like, "It’s ok, let me hear you. I want to hear how good I make my pretty girl feel." (I’m getting sidetracked.)

Even with the slightest move of her head, her nose is bumping up against your clit making your legs shake and your back arches. You buck your hips up for that feeling once again until you’ve finally cum.

She would say things like, "Good girl, I know you could do it" or "Wow, just for me, pretty girl?" AHHH SHES SO HOT!

She absolutely loves when you sit on her face; she loves feeling your things on her cheeks, and just looking up at you, she would make you look down at her so she could see how good she makes you feel.

When I say sit on her face, I mean you’re basically riding her face, and her nose is just right there, and you can’t stop yourself from staying still while she does most of the work.

It’s not like she gets mad when you do things like that; as long as she’s making you feel good, that’s enough for her.

[izopoz]

furries have contributed so much to society including but not limited to BANGER MUSIC and the concept of PAWS ON BUGS

[altruistic-meme]

new weirdest thing ive done achieved

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[trans-yllz]

picking up each rat so that she may experience the air conditioning

[knickknacksandallthat]

I literally can’t wait for part 4!!!

that being said, take all the time you need

awww thank you anon!! I can't wait either 🥰🥰

And tysm 😭😭 I so appreciate that. I've got a pretty solid outline...but I have a feeling this guy is going to grow.

(What is it with this au?? I swear it's got a mind of it's own.)

Now if only I had the actual time to write it...

[tenseparatist]

just found out one of the enhypen boys who i believed was 16 or summ is actually my age WTFFFF youre a 20 yr old minor tf are you doing in a kpop group you should be chilling and unwinding

[thelaughingmerman]

I've had this issue with my throat for weeks and it'll feel like it's getting better then turn around and be uncomfortable or occasionally painful (mild like a solid 1 or 2 but still). And the doc told me if it persists the only way to really take care of it is a tonsilectomy, and im so nervous. I wanted to hold out and see if the problem could clear but it's making me so anxious. And thinking about having to go under is making me nervous. I'm just a ball of nerves.

[hheeluv]

(pretend i didn’t just reblog w the wrong acc okay 😍😍)

Stargirl Interlude | L.HS

「pairing」 : bf!heeseung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.3k

「synopsis」 : it was showtime, but heeseung just had to sneak his pretty girlfriend, you, into the back so he could fuck you. you were his good luck charm, after all.

「genre」 : smut, fluff, rockstar!heeseung

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, unprotected sex, quickie, kissing, biting/marking, creampie, petnames (doll, baby, pretty girl...), praising, slight fingering, teasing, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, public sex, lmk if I missed anything!

“Fuck Hee, what if someone comes in?” You gasped as his lips latched onto the supple skin of your neck, teeth grazing over your jugular. His knee shoved your legs apart, pressing it right against your thinly covered core, seeing as you were wearing that cute black dress that he told you to before leaving.

“No one is coming back here; they’re all too worried about making sure everything is set up.” He groaned against your skin before pulling away to seal your lips in a heated kiss, pressing his knee right against your core to hear your pretty moans.

“Hee–”

“Shhhh, doll, don’t worry so much.” He whispered softly, hands reaching for the hem of your dress, hiking it up over your hips. “You just try to keep your pretty sounds down,”

A soft gasp fell from your lips as his fingers brushed over your covered slit, feeling your slick soak through the thin fabric. Heeseung chuckled as he latched his lips to your neck once more, biting down on the junction of your shoulder, relishing in the way your body trembled. 

He moved your panties to the side, running his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were. Your eyes fell closed, and your bottom lip got caught between your teeth as his fingers prodded at your slit, teasing you.

“Seungie, please.” You whined, gripping his shirt with a vice-like grip, the need coursing through your body making your brain all fuzzy; the only thought in your mind was having him buried balls deep in your soaping cunt. 

“Fucking hell, baby, you’re dripping in my hand.” His voice was low and husky as he licked his way up to your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, making you shiver, “too bad we don’t have a lot of time, or I’d be on my knees devouring you whole.”

You whined at his words, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second, which, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. With a chuckle, he shoved his middle and ring fingers into your wet heat resulting in a choked moan falling from your lips, eyes screwed shut, and fingers dug into his shoulders.

The lewd, wet sounds that were coming from where Heeseung’s fingers scissored you open were deafening. Making your ears ring as he continued to litter your pretty neck with marks, showing that you were taken.

“As much as I want you to come on my fingers, I need you on my dick.” Heeseung breathed out, pulling his fingers from your clenching wall, making you whine. He was quick to swallow all of your whines as he kissed you messily, hands making quick work of his jeans. Pushing them down just far enough for his cock to slip out, hitting his abdomen, tip red and decorated prettily with beads of precum.

He pressed your body tightly against the wall, taking your right leg with his hand before using the other to line his cock with your entrance after shoving your panties to the ground. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, teeth latching onto his skin as he pushed into you slowly.

“Shit…” He groaned as your warm walls wrapped around him snuggly, a tighter fit than normal due to the lack of preparation.

Heeseung gave you barely a moment to adjust before he pulled back out and pushed in, leaving you gasping against his skin, fingers digging into his biceps. You tried to keep your noise on the down low, but the position, the two of you were in allowed him to hit all of the right spots to make you see stars. Choked gasps and moans fell from your lips the faster his pace got, growing in pitch by the second.

“You’re so noisy, doll. Do you really want someone to catch us?” He mocked you, a smug smirk tugging on his lips as he watched you shake your head against him, biting your lip to try and muffle your noises once more. The dark-haired male trailed his hand from your hip up to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging back harshly. A high-pitched whine tore from your lungs, and tears stung at the corner of your eyes as you looked up at him. His hips never faltered as he took in your already fuck-out expression, loving the tears that had started falling from your eyes, which caused some of your makeup to smudge under your eyes. You looked so pretty like this, and god, did he wish he could just say fuck the show so he could take you home and fuck you into oblivion. But alas, the band wouldn’t survive the night without his vocals.

“Hee!” You squeaked as his tip kissed your cervix, eyes screwing shut as you felt the coil in your stomach start to tighten.

Heeseung tugged on your hair once more, tilting your head up so he could kiss you once more. The kiss quickly turned wet and messy as you couldn’t focus on kissing him properly due to the instrumental amount of pleasure that racked your brain.

“Close already, doll?” He teased despite the fact that he wasn’t too far from him either, but hearing the weak mewls that left your kiss-swollen lips was too good to pass up. 

Untangling his fingers from your hair, he let your head fall back into the crook of his neck while he found your hip once more, pounding into you relentlessly. The tiny storage closet is filled with lewd, squelching noises as well as quiet, soft moans and groans from the two of you.

“Hee–” You were cut off when the coil in your stomach finally snapped, and you were coming around Heeseung’s dick, causing him to groan at the feeling of your walls fluttering. Choked gasps caught in your throat as he fucked you through your high, legs threatening to give out as they shook under your weight. Heeseung was the only thing keeping you up right, his hold far too strong to let you go anywhere.

“Such a good girl for me– fuck… letting me fuck you before my show,” He groaned, hips faltering as his high approached, “always my little good luck charm, isn’t that right doll?” Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as he continued to fuck into you, throwing your body into a state of overstimulation.

“Sungie…” You whined out, more tears falling from your eyes as you let your head lay back against the wall. Heeseung cooed at you, kissing away your tears and whispering praises as he spilled his seed deep in your womb.

He continued to pepper your face with soft kisses, bringing you back down from your high. Tilting your head up, you capture his lips in a gentle kiss, relishing in the warmth it brings along with it until he pulls away with a small pout.

“They’re probably looking for me,” He grumbled, pulling his soft dick out of you, watching as both your and his cum trickled out and down your thigh. You whimpered in his hold as he scooped the cum on his fingers before pushing it back into your sensitive cunt.

“Hee–”

“Shhh, pretty girl, we gotta keep your stuff full until we get back home.” He pressed a kiss on the corner of your parted lips before letting your leg fall and reaching down to grab your discarded panties, hiking them up and over your hips. You let out a breathy sigh when he fixed your dress, then encased your body in his arms and peppered your exposed neck and shoulder with wet kisses.

“Heeseung, man, where are you?” Your body tensed up at the sound of Jake’s voice, one of Heeseung’s bandmates.

Heeseung chuckled softly before pulling away from you, cupping your cheek in his hand. “I’ll see you after the show, my pretty girl.” Then, with one last lingering kiss, he slipped out of the room, leaving you there to collect your bearings before walking out to watch your boyfriend perform.

@alvojake | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

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