#smell of female

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

The Cramps

Peppermint Lounge, New York City, NY (1983-06-04)

© Barry Yanowitz

[asmodeo1972]

Ai piedi del mio castello - parte quinta

[sowhatifiliveinasmalltowninjapan]

The Cramps

Smell Of Female (1983)

[bitter69uk]

“One gets the feeling from the title and cover art alone that if the Cramps could have released this live document in Glorious Smell-o-rama they would have jumped at the chance.” From Allmusic website. 

40 years ago the Cramps (aka the perverse Addams Family of punk) recorded their essential live album The Smell of Female over two nights (25 – 26 February 1983) at The Peppermint Lounge in New York City!

[theseimmortalcoils]

The Cramps. You Got Good Taste, Smell of Female. 1983

[gozlerimdekiparilti]

"You're not bad, you're just in pain."

[goddessofchaosss]

Most people would see Ellie as a strong non submissive. Hard headed, stubborn woman. Most girls would say that she doesn’t look like the type to like being called pretty or let someone else take the reigns

Ironic considering that Ellie really likes being called pretty and be praised, especially in bed

At first when y’all started dating, she was very dominant and didn’t really make loud noises because she’s was pretty shy around you. But after awhile she got more comfortable and relaxed, and didn’t seem to hold back. Well that’s what u thought. Now imagine the realization when u notice how much she likes being praised, I mean she’s so wet.

What shocked u is that she’s sooo whiny and whimpers when u touch and say things the right way. Nibble her ear, check. Lick and suck her neck, check. Grind on her thigh or her crotch, check. Grip her neck and have a nasty messy make out, absolutely check.

If u call her a pretty girl while grinding on her or touching her, then best believe she will let out the nastiest sound and her boxers will be soaked. She gets so desperate that her hands shake around ur waist, she just can’t wait to put her pretty pussy on urs or fuck u real good with the strap:(

“Please baby- don’t stop”

“Ellie- fuck, ur so pretty”

She will hide her pretty fucking face in ur neck because of how red her face feels. She’ll feel herself drip and feel so sticky between her pretty legs. She’ll be so annoyed with herself because she wants to make u come and be all whiny and shit, so why is she the one receiving the earth shattering head while being called a good girl? Are u trying to kill her? She feels her goddamn heart in her fucking throat.

“God- ur such a good girl baby, I-I love you so much fuck-“

“U make me feel soso good baby”

“U-ur gonna make me cum angel, hahh my god”

She will come fast if u pull her hair, tell her how good she is and that she’s doing an amazing job. She’ll start breathing deep, fast and swear under her breath whilst trying not to be so fucking loud but that’s impossible since ur touching every single sensitive spot on her body;)

She’s just a girl🎀

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

The Cramps

Peppermint Lounge, New York City, NY (1983-06-04)

© Barry Yanowitz

[asmodeo1972]

Studio parte quarta

Sono finito nella rete

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki hates black coffee. it's so obvious it's almost painful. the face he makes when it's done brewing, the way it takes him taking a deep breath and chugging the entire thing in one go to finish and the deep, deep sigh he let's out afterwards.

it's obvious, too obvious. you know it, he knows it.

but he insists on drinking it every single day.

every morning he makes it exactly the same and you just cannot understand why. and you're determined to find out.

today you're both off work. it's been happening less frequently and you couldn't be happier to spend time with your man today. he must've been dead tired, because you woke up before him and his alarm, that he has even though he always manages to wake up before it rings, so you sneakily turn it off and escape from his bear like grip to sneak to the kitchen.

like the great, amazing, loving partner you are, you decide to make him breakfast in bed. you know that despite him not liking overly sweet foods, he still likes him some sugar. you make him pancakes like you know he likes, a family recipe you still haven't told him. you know it's a bit petty, but if he found out he'd probably be able to replicate them to a t immediately and you like taking care of him, and you like the feeling that bubbles in your chest when he groans happily when the food hits his tastebuds and he gobbles it up.

your secret stays safe with you for now.

tray in hand and returning to your bedroom, you're surprised but definitely happy to see him still asleep when you're done. you smile, he truly does deserve the rest after all the work he'd done. you place the tray onto your night stand, running your hands over his eyebrows and slowly running over his messed up hair, thumbing at his hairline. his eyebrows slowly furrow as he tries to lean into it, cheek smudged against the pillow.

"baby.." you sing, katsuki grumbles, shoving his head into his pillow.

"katsuki.." you giggle, running your hand over his back to ease him into waking up. he flips around in an instant, raising an arm up and stretching, his other arm reaches for yours. you give it to him, he squeezes your hand and runs his other one through his hair.

"hi.." you chirp sweetly, katsuki grunts in response, squeezing your hand again in greeting.

"..how long've you been up ?" he asks, voice still deep and gruff from just waking up.

"about an hour.." you respond quietly, easily talking and not in a rush for once. katsuki's eyebrows furrow in confusion and his head whips towards his phone, grabbing it and checking his alarm that had been mysteriously turned off. he turns to squint at you and you giggle, he pinches your thigh and mutters out a "dummy.."

he sniffs the air when he registers the smell of pancakes, and his head quickly zips over to the tray you'd placed there for him. his ears turn pink "you didn't have to do this." you notice how he refrains from adding an affectionate insult towards the end of his sentence, you laugh.

"i know, but i wanted to. now eat up before it gets cold !" you grinned. katsuki sighs, a soft smile pulling at his face before he ducks his head, grabbing the tray and placing it in his lap. his eyes close the moment he gets a bite and your heart beats hard against your chest.

"you seem to be enjoying that." you say cheekily.

" 'm gonna get that recipe outta you one day." he vowed, pointing his fork at you, he groans when he gets another bite "so fuckin' good.." he mutters to himself between bites. you chortle.

after swallowing a few bites in silence, katsuki smacks his lips before he talks again "you just gonna watch me eat ?"

"i'm liking this view," you respond, leaning against your hand and sighing dramatically. katsuki rolls his eyes, an unmistakable blush crosses his cheeks before he's beckoning you over with a 'come here' motion, picking a piece of pancake onto his fork and placing a hand underneath the other as he brings it closer to your lips. "open up," he orders, and you do, tasting your work. you hum happily, and he watches you intently as you do. his eyes drift over to the mug still untouched on the nightstand.

a mug of coffee. black.

he frowns almost immediately, you don't need to look away to know why. you see how he tries to fix his face immediately, you assume so as not to hurt your feelings, your heart warms just a bit more. but you can't help but tease him.

"better drink it before it gets cold.." you sing, trying to sound unbothered. katsuki's grunt borders on a whine as he places his tray to the side. he picks up the mug, making sure to scowl at the black liquid inside, he inhales, before gulping it up quickly.

only to stop, eyebrows furrowing curiously at the flavour.

"it's--"

"good ?" you smile knowingly, you lean back a bit, pressing your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. you swing slightly side to side.

katsuki slowly blinks at you "what d'you.."

"i put some sugar in it." you admit, you see how katsuki's face drops, eyebrows flying to his hairline. "katsuki, we both know you don't like it plain black. i don't see why you can't just have some sugar in it." you shrug "i know you've got your diet, but it won't kill you."

he leans back, shrinking into the headboard like he'd been caught committing a crime. his lips pull up into a frown.

"i know that, that's not the problem.." he downs the rest of his drink and he sighs afterwards, it almost sounds like a sigh of relief. it makes you snort. "then what is ?"

"i dunno..hadn't had it in a while and figured i'd try it again, see if i like it."

"but you clearly don't."

"i'd get used to it then." he shrugs.

"katsuki.." you sigh, "you don't have to, you know. nothin' wrong with a little sugar." you tease. honestly, you found it cute. you know he's stubborn and he doesn't give up, even against his own body. you'd seen it happen multiple times, but with something so simple as black coffee was pretty funny.

you think, maybe, he's trying to be more grown up. you remember he tried black coffee back in high school and hated it so bad it ruined his mood for the entire day. maybe, he thought he should like it now since he's graduated and he's an adult. it was sweet, just like how he liked his coffee. and it was so him. you want him to know he doesn't have to change a thing, he's perfectly okay and adult as he is now, coffee plain or sugary. with cream or without or with a sweet treat from the bakery next door.

"course i know that." he mutters after a while, smacking his lips when the taste of his coffee still lingers on his tongue. he places it and the tray back on the nightstand. he grabs your hand, pulling you closer to have you sit in his lap. "so come give me some." he smirks at your flustered expression. one hand reaches the back of your neck to pull you closer, his other hand at the small of your back for the same purpose.

"you just ate and you still haven't brushed your teeth, mister." you run your finger in circles over his chest. he gets hot quickly in the night so he likes to sleep shirtless, your hand runs over the shape of the scar on his shoulder. katsuki snorts, sharp teeth on display as he smirks.

"so ? you know you always wanna kiss me." and he smirks because he knows he's right. you huff, but lean down to kiss him anyway, muttering a quick "shut up," before silencing him. he snickers against your mouth and it doesn't take him long to deepen the kiss, you squeal when he flips you over, laying you right back in bed.

"thanks for breakfast." he says against your lips, leaning back in before you could respond "you're not gettin' away anymore, though. you're gonna spend the day here with me, where you're supposed to be." he drops onto you and you let out an "oof !" at the pro hero mass dropped onto you. you grip his shoulders as he kisses from your cheek to your ear.

"d'you like breakfast ?" you breathe out.

"you know i did, don't make me say it again." he grunts out, biting your cheek when you giggle "now i'd like to spend some time with my girl." he mumbles against your shoulders, voice muffled. you giggle, bring his head up to press your lips to his again.

and they taste sweet, just how you like them.

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[karlachismylife]

Spotted || The Queen of the Clan pt.1

I absolutely do think about werewolf/dog shapeshifter Johnny every day, because I am a weak little gorilla and want to cuddle a big doggo, but

What if Soap as a hyena shapeshifter. Cuz their manes look like mohawks and he can keep his precious fluffy hairstyle. He's trotting around with his spots and long black socks on those strong legs, round ears twitching when he hears someone - prey, perhaps? But prey doesn't sound so pretty and cute, doesn't laugh and chirp so sweetly. So he keeps his tail high and hurries to the sound source, to find reader there chatting with other people - all with photocameras and other familiar equipment. You're neither prey, nor threat: just a documentary crew here, probably mainly for the lions.

You spot him immediately, his wary stance catching everyone's attention.

"The tail up so high can mean different things, but it might be a sign of agression. Careful, everybody," one of the specialists warns you, and you nod - you're not stupid, that's clear, but the smile you have on your face is so blissfully ecstatic, almost as if every thought left your brain at the sight of a chonky, bulky hyena investigating your filming sight (to be fair, it's probably his everything else sight). But you're just happy to see your first big animal on this trip, and so close!

"Hi, beautiful," you coo softly, brely a whisper, as you pull your camera up and start taking pictures of him - it takes the hyena only a few moments before it suddenly changes his stance to a more imposing one, puffing out its chest, legs wide apart, mane fuffed up. "Aw, are you posing for me, pretty boy? That's right, you're gonna be a star. I can already picture everyone going crazy for these cute pics..."

You tear your eyes away from him to take a look at what you're getting, not sure if the exposition and other settings are right, but when you adjust them and look back up to try and take another picture, the hyena isn't there. You almost let out a disappointed sigh, when you realize that no one of the crew is moving and their eyes are all glued to you - and then something big, fluffy and warm bumps your hip.

"Oh god," you try not to get startled by the hyena so close. It's even bigger that it seemed from afar, probably will be as tall as you if it stands up on its hind legs. Actually, it might be a girl - those tend to be bigger among spotted hyenas, after all. A formiddable force of nature, a deadly predator - not to be fooled by the public perception.

And it's sniffing at you very loudly, fluttering its round ears and bumping your hip again, like a needy cat with its huge wet eyes, before you finally lower your camera - and it shoves its muzzle into the little screen immediately!

"What, you like these? Give me permission to make you famous?" you chuckle when the hyena lets out somewhat of an approving whine. It bumps its head against your palm, but, glancing at your crew, you decide to withhold from petting the wild animal, after all.

The hyena doesn't look pleased with it. It whines again, paws at you, and then huffs, clearly irritated. Leaving you alone and shaking its head to fluff up its mane again, it sniffs around, trotting around your temporary camp, and heads straight to your backpack - your food inside, sleeping bag rolled neatly and resting against its side. While you try to remember if you have anything there that could cause danger to the curious animal, the hyena sniffs around it, making sure it's definitely yours, and then...

"No, no-no-no, please, don't-" it's too late. Turning around with the smuggest smirk you ever saw on an animal's face, the hyena lines up and sprayes your stuff generously. The smell of boiling cheap soap and something else hits you almost immediately on that short distance. No amount of washing will save you. You stand there, absolutely speechless and bemused, as the hyena bursts out into loud cackling, almost rolling on the ground and the sight of you.

And then a response cuts through the air - one, two, three other voices, interrupting that little spotted shit's fit. It immediately stops giggling, casts you one last look with a grin and then bolts away, to its family pack.

What a start to your filming trip. You'll just have to hope that hyena doesn't bring all its friends to your camp to cause chaos...

Another important thing about spotted hyenas? Their packs are matriarchal :)

Part 1.5 | Part 2

Series masterlist | Main masterlist

[uc1wa]

thinking about uni!dick grayson with a virgin reader 😵‍💫 i am not ok

score.

you swore you could hear a pin drop the second you’d told the naked man who was hovering your body that you were a virgin. if it was possible, the hot and heavy breaths exchanged in each others mouths halted, as if you both were being silently choked.

one, out of embarrassment. the other… well, if you didn’t feel the drop of precum that dripped down the side of dick’s cock, landing on your thigh, it’s safe to say he was all the more eager to fuck you now.

another ten seconds of staring passes and then he laughs, arms that held his form overtop of you loosening for a moment as he looks away. but blue eyes are quick to catch yours again.

"no fucking way," and now it’s your turn to look to the side in embarrassment. maybe you could’ve said that earlier, but now you’re both naked and close to all foreplay has occurred and the thought just reached your occupied mind.

"we don’t—" and dick uses one arm to bring an index finger to your lips. his finger shushing you while it pushes against your warm lips and turning you to his gaze. you think he’s giving up this opportunity?

it’s not every day dick gets to fuck a virgin. and do you know how stressful his midterms were? it’s like god was thanking him with your naked form under him, your tight and unfucked pussy begging for him.

"i’m sorry," he apologizes lightheartedly, fingers moving from your lips and running down your frame, light and gentle touches teasing the inner of your thighs. you face him with wide eyes, "why..?"

"because i’m about to ruin every other fuck for you."

with that, dick slips two fingers in your aching hole and god, you’re really fucking tight. he moans with you, imagining the feeling of your tightness sucking his cock in, the feeling of your walls surrounding his fingers would be the thing he got off to for the next two weeks.

he barely paid any attention to your moans, the way your back arched off the bed and your eyes that closed. dick, himself, was all too overwhelmed to give a thought to anything besides your pussy.

sitting back, finding placement on his knees, his eyes watched your hole, his fingers that took every spare inch of space inside your prettiness.

"holy fuck," he starts, jaw fallen slack when he wasn’t speaking. "you’re a gift from heaven."

and, while you took it as a compliment. as affirmation that this might not just be a one night stand, dick thought otherwise. his cock throbbed against the line of hair that led to its base, eager to quit finger fucking you and to sink himself in.

and when he finally did, his neck falling slack, backwards as he pushed around each and every ring of muscle, he swore to himself he had to fuck you again.

you were breaking his morals of his fucks being known as ‘one and dones.’ allowing dick to take your sweet and innocent virginity was the drug that had him instantly pussy drunk.

[my-world-my-stories]

Cuddle times with you big GF that's just an overgrown, murderous house cat with scales and big teeth. The purring is a bonus.

[mexifurfoof]

good smell

i love these two lesbans

[princessdumpling]

Moisturized, unbothered, soft, smelling of cookies 🍪