#stinky belly button

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨Missing the tummy so much bad, right now!!!✨

#starry eyes #zane hijazi #zane hijazi belly/tummy #zane hijazi navel #✨his little belly✨ #✨it’s so cute soft and chunky✨ #✨the belly rubs that i would give this man!!! #✨i just wanna kiss it… and nibble on it… and rub it✨ #✨he was so hot when he didn’t have abs✨ #✨his belly button looks so huge and deep✨ #✨his swampy ass belly button✨ #✨the way i would plunge my tongue so deep into that stinky… sweaty… abyssal hole #✨i wonder what his belly button smells like✨ #✨i bet it stinks in there✨

[mmeowsynth]

some silly mystreet skin remakes/redesigns !!!

these are a Little old but still cute !!

i’m gonna be cooking up some mcd skin redesigns soon, so if anyone has suggestions on who lmk ! :3

#aphmau #aphmau mystreet #mystreet #mc skins #kawaii chan #laurance zvahl #garroth ro'meave #lucinda #katelyn #aphblr #minecraft #kc design is so adorbs #she such a stinkie pie #also my lucinda redesign is so oughhh #lucinda w/ belly button piercing falls to my knees

[luckykdp7]

#chrysanthemum #bog girl #ln oc #little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares oc #stinky #stink #belly button #navel #neck collar #dress collar #shirt collar

[marinasmarvel]

Poser

Summary: Natasha gets sick of Yelena constantly calling her a poser, so she brings back a playful method from their childhood to teach her a lesson.

A/N: I’m back with another drabble! Yelena deserved to be the bratty and annoying little sister as an adult, so I’m giving her that chance. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Tickling and fluff

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Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, resisting the temptation to throw her sister out the window. Sure, she would never intentionally hurt her sister, she loves the blonde more than she can explain. But Yelena is driving her fucking crazy.

The blonde is cackling on the floor of the gym, rolling around like a child. She had immediately burst into hysterics when Natasha landed in one of her infamous poses after Yelena had knocked her down while they were sparring.

“Yelena, it’s not that funny.” Natasha growls. But she can’t shake the fondness in her tone. “You’re right poser, it’s hilarious!” Yelena cackles.

Natasha tackles Yelena, their sparring session soon turning into a playful wrestling match. “Poser!” Yelena yells out.

Natasha groans.

-

“Hey poser, come here a second.”

Natasha internally groans. Yelena has barely even called her by her actual name. Only poser.

“What it is, Yelena?” She asks. The blonde smirks. “Nothing. Just wanted to call you a poser.”

Natasha lunges for her, but Yelena runs before she can grab her. “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Natasha yells.

“YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE YOU STINKY POSER!” Yelena yells back.

Natasha lets her get away.

For now.

-

Natasha’s last straw comes the next day.

The avengers are gathered in the common room, hanging out and chatting.

“Gosh, you are such a poser.”

Natasha freezes. Yelena has yet to call her the annoying nickname in front of the avengers.

Until now.

Yelena sees the mischievous glint in her sister’s eye soon enough to start running towards their shared room in the compound. She barely makes it into the room before Natasha is grabbing her by the waist and tackling her onto the bed.

Yelena is pinned before she can blink. Natasha is holding her wrists in one hand, her other hand slipping under Yelena’s shirt and resting on her stomach. The blonde is already giggling in anticipation, knowing what is coming next. “Nohohoho dohonon’t!” She pleads.

But Natasha ignores her.

She begins furiously wiggling her fingers right above Yelena’s belly button, sending her into cackling laughter. “STOHOHOHOHOP!” She screams, squealing when Natasha pinches her ribs.

“Really? Hmm…I don’t think I will. This is what you get for calling me a poser so much!” Natasha growls, leaning down and blowing a raspberry on Yelena’s neck. Yelena screams with giggles, squirming and trying to free herself. “YOU ARE A POHOHOHOSER!”

Natasha’s fingers stop. She raises an eyebrow. “Am I? Surely you should’ve learned your lesson now.”

Yelena nods at the question. Natasha sighs, appearing as though she’s given up, and Yelena thinks she’s won.

But then, Natasha grabs her ankles. Yelena’s eyes widen like saucers, and she starts desperately trying to free her ankles from the subsequent headlock Natasha has them in. “Nohoho! I’m sorry!” Yelena apologizes. Her feet have always been her worst spot, even when she was a kid. Natasha knows this.

The redhead pulls Yelena’s black socks off her feet, exposing them to the cold air.

“Too late. You had your chance.”

With those final words, Natasha cruelly skitters her fingers into Yelena’s soles, tickling her feverishly.

Yelena bursts into boisterous, unwavering laughter. She tries pushing on Natasha’s back, but the redhead doesn’t stop. A quick pinch to Yelena’s ribs has her falling back onto the bed. “STOHOHOHOHOP! MERCY!” Yelena cries. Natasha is quick and unpredictable in her movements, constantly switching between her toes, heels, and arches. She can tell that it’s driving Yelena crazy.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!” Yelena cackles. Natasha lets go of her ankles, crawling upwards and blowing a giant raspberry on Yelena’s toned stomach. The blonde wheezes, tapping the bed with her palm.

Natasha relents, looking down at her with her signature smirk. Yelena glares playfully. “That was mean, sestra.” She pants. “You had it coming, little one.” Natasha retorts. She opens her arms, allowing Yelena to snuggle into her side. “I love you so much, detka. Never change.” Natasha murmurs, planting a kiss on Yelena’s forehead. Yelena melts into the affection, curling closer to Nat.

“I love you too.”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this fluffy and chaotic fic! Comments are appreciated. Feel free to send requests!

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #black widow #the avengers #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #widow sisters #natasha and yelena #marvel fanfiction #tickle fic

[blossomingframe]

I just want to be a big,hairy slob; I love watching porn and touching myself, I love making crass sex jokes, I love burping, I love farting, I love eating, I love being fat, I love getting fatter, I love my dirty disgusting room, I love being sweaty, I love being stinky, I love scratching myself, I love picking my belly button lint, I love picking my nose, I love only shaving when I have to, I love always being horny and hungry, I even love being stuck in bed with chronic pain when I sexualise it.

#burp kink #burping #eructo #belly kink #burp #burps #fart kink #eprocto #farting #slob kink #feedism.

[mpreginthestars]

Momma’s belly button gets a little stinky sometimes, and whenever Poppa gets a whiff of the cheesy stench, he just can’t resist to urge to give it a good, thorough cleaning. Housekeeping is very important to Louis, now that he and Harry have got their own place. Though he’s not as much of a neat-freak as he would like to think he is, he always trails behind Harry and makes sure that things in the home are clean and organized — that they look better than they did after Harry’s finished “fixing” them.

Momma’s belly is no different from a messy den, or a disheveled bathroom, that Louis has to trail behind and give a deeper clean. After all, his baby is living in there. Why shouldn’t her home be as clean as theirs? Just because Momma neglects the upkeep of her little one’s home, that doesn’t mean that Poppa has to ignore it too.

As gross as it may be, Louis has fun scrubbing the dirt and grime out of Harry’s navel, with the use of a fresh cotton swab — forcing it as far down into the hole as it can go, and scraping the crap from its solid walls. To Poppa, it’s like taking a rag to the open windowsill of his baby’s room… maintaining it, so that she can live comfortably while she’s still developing. He would lick the nasty crater clean if he had to. Anything for his baby girl.

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#ai image #ai mpreg #harry styles #louis tomlinson #harry and louis #momma and poppa #meta planet 1

[downforthegas]

POV: Wa//lly Dar//ling comes to you for relief (Cw: Farts, lap farts, slight hyperfarts, slight scat) Note: This is a little self-indulgent 🍎💨🚽🧻

"Neighbor? Are you there?"

You open the door and see him, his little 3 foot figure, now with a belly that strains the buttons on his cardigan.

"I need some help. I think I ate something bad." He pulls his top up to reveal his little yellow pot belly. I long, low gurgle emitted from it.

*Blbrrt!* "Ah!" It seemed like the small fart caught the puppet by surprise. "Could you help me?"

You lead him to your bed and helped him lie down, trying not to jostle his belly too much. You unbuttoned his cardigan, then his button-up shirt. You noticed his rainbow pants were straining against his poor stomach and unzipped them. Wally sighed in delight.

"Thank you, neighbor."

You sat him on your lap, his back to your chest, as you continued to knead into his soft, felt belly. You felt every little bubble shift and move around, moving into his colon before another *Blllbbbrrrrrrttt!* vibrated against your thighs.

"*Sigh* Excuse me." The smell filled your senses. It was a gross garbagy scent that smelled vaguely of apples. It wasn't too stinky, but just stinky enough to know it was a fart. You asked him what he ate to make him to gassy.

"Um..." Wally seemed hesitant to say. "I got into Howdy's apple display when he wasn't there. And I might've over did it. I hope he's not mad that all the apples are gone. Ha. Ha. Ha." You teased him about being greedy and eating so many apples. Wally just blushed.

"I couldn't help myself," Wally said before leaning forward to rip a *Ppppffffrrrrrtttt!* on you. If sounded quiet in the beginning before rumbling softly.

As much as Wally's farts felt great on your lap, you wanted Wally to find a relief a little faster. You picked him up, lied him on your bed, and pushed his knees to his chest. A bubbly *BBBRRBBBRRRRRTTT!* roared loudly against his pants which were tight against his butt in that position. Wa//lly sighed deeply. "Oh that felt amazing. Let's do some more poses."

You picked him up and pressed his tummy against a table in the room, with your crotch against his butt. He pushed out three short *BRRT!* PLRRRT!* *BBBBRRRT!* against you.

You thought it was good to have him do some exercise. You helped him do sit-ups, crouching in front of his feet, so anytime he farted, it would hit your face. And with every sit-up he did, *Brrt!* "Sigh" *Flrrt!* "Sigh" *Toot!* "Sigh" and your smile grew big with each one.

After the sit-ups, you figured he should do something more relaxing. You had him positioned where his head was on the ground and his butt was pointing in the air. As soon as he did this, he felt a ton of pressure bubble into his colon. He pushed and *BPPBRLLBBFLLLFBFBRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!* You don't know how such a loud, ground-shaking fart could come from such a little peanut. "Oh sorry, neighbor." *BLLBBBRRRRLLLBBBBTRRRRR!!!* Another one and your house was really starting to smell. Why were these farts smelling worse than before. "Ha. Ha. Ha. These toots sound a lot like Barnaby's." He pushed once more and *SPPLRRRSHHHRRT!* "Ah." You noticed a visible wet spot on the seat of his pants. He stood up quickly and held his hands over his butt, orange blush covering his whole face.

"Um... could I use your bathroom, neighbor?" You showed him where it was and he went inside to hopefully get rid of all his tummy problems (and maybe clean up). You sat down for a moment and basked in the wonderful, stinky apple smell surrounding your house. You inhaled it from the spot Wally last was when you heard his voice ring out.

"Um, neighbor?" Wally peaked his head out from the door, the flush still covering his face (and no flush from the toilet yet). "I have a big mess to clean up... and there's no toilet paper... do you have any more." You looked around and found a roll of toilet paper, and quickly ran back to the bathroom to your little smelly prince. And made yourself welcome to entering the bathroom to help him clean up. It's the least you could do for getting all that nasty gas out of him. Alternatively, instead of paper, you use an article of your own clothing.

~

This was in the drafts since last year...

#eproctophilia #eprocto #fart kink #gas kink #farting #coprophilia #scat kink #belly pain #belly rubs #belly ache #bloated belly #bloated stomach #gassy guy #gassy belly #gassy farts #playfellowxxx #gassyfellowxxx #for real I would wipe him with my shirt #just so I can smell it whenever i want heheheheh

[thuviel]

2 months on T!

A couple days late but I'm 2 months on T now yay! Wow this second month has gone fast, what the heck. I'm still on a half dose and here's the stuff I noticed this month, roughly in the order it happened c:

Tiny bit more bottom growth, spikes in libido here and there but overall a bit calmer than last month

Sweating a bit more during physical activity, unable to tell if I smell bad or not because the smell has changed and I don't know if I'm just not used to it or if I'm actually stinky lol

Voice is gradually deepening, some days sounds randomly lower then sounds higher again other days. It gets easier tired and strained, some days it sounds a bit hoarse and breaks if I go too high. Had a whole week where it sounded like I had a cold but I wasn't actually sick, also feel a bit of a sore throat sometimes but then goes away without getting sick. So my vocal chords are defintely doing something

Hard to tell if I'm hairier bc I was already hairy pre T, but I think there is more and darker hair on my upper arms and some new leg hair. The hair on my tummy is also spreading around my belly button c:

Slight increase in arm muscle with veeeery minimal work outs, my bicep especially feels bigger than before

Standard shark week this time, also seems like PMS in combination with T cause me more often to feel anger instead of sadness or frustration, but it's no big deal and passes quickly

Hunger has calmed down a bit since last month, it's still much higher than pre T but not as intense, maybe because I eat more protein

Also checked my T levels for the first time and after just 6 weeks on T I was at 11 nmol/L, so already within the lower end of the male range, apparently my body absorbs testosterone really well xD

#transition #transmasc #it feels like the time has gone so fast but at the same time it kinda feels like ive been on t forever #putting on the gel every morning has just become a natural part of my life #loving every new change i notice #excited for next month!! #elfy thoughts #about me

[boosqoowoo]

BEENZINO - NOWITZKI (ENGLISH LYRICS TRANSLATION)

The second studio album by rapper Beenzino and his comeback after 6 years, NOWITZKI is named after the legendary German NBA player, Dirk Nowitzki. The album’s cover art, however, features Beenzino’s German-origin wife and muse, Stefanie Michova, who he got married to in August 2022. Beenzino mentioned that the album was originally meant to be named 'Stefanie' after his muse, but was afraid that if people didn't like the album, they would say "Ah, Stefanie wasn't that good (of an album)' so he decided to put the burden on Nowitzki instead (LOL). But, to him, the album is titled Stefanie, since she "took up so much of my headspace".

Beenzino mentioned that his album is like a journal of the past 6 years, with each entry being a journal entry of different times in his life. For example, Track 12 Camp is an entry about his life in the military, and Track 11 Crime about meeting his wife for the first time.

Tracklist

Stinky Kiss (intro)

Monet

In Bed/Makgulli

Travel Again (ft. Cautious Clay)

Dope As (Interlude)

Coca Cola Red (ft. oygli)

990 (ft. Kim Ximye)

Lemon

Like a Fool (ft. Y2K92)

Trippy (ft. Lance Skiiwalker)

Crime (ft. Bek Hyunjin, 250)

Camp

Sanso (Interlude)

Change

Just One Day

Sandman

Radio

Gym

Hidden Tracks (only available on physical CDs... and youtube)

19. Morning Page 20. Train (ft. CJamm)

Common themes in the album

1. Menu

- In Bed/Makgulli

comparing myself to the person on the menu

people’s gazes are on my menu

my menu physical complex is hot

- Travel Again

there’s no lies on my menu

2. Food Brands

- Travel Again

while they sell Pizza Etang here

- Camp

for me, Krispy Kreme donut

for me, McDonald cheeseburger

- Gym

Shin and Jin and Ansungtangmyun that’s my top 3

- Morning Page

honestly, i would have been satisfied with just licking Yoplait

- Monet

suffocating in WOORAHMAN

3. Stefanie Michova (too many to name, but the specifics are)

- In Bed/Makgulli

there’s a mark from your belly button piercing on your waist, just like a memory foam

- Coca-cola Red

Stefanie asks 'what you filming for?' (filming for)

- Trippy

mom's spaghetti, Steffi's kimchi stew

- Morning Page

i have 100 friends, but even Steffi is less jealous than you

4. God

- Sandman

God gave me another chance

- 990

that’s your God, I’m Namu Amitabha

- Lemon

i'm a lemon in God's hands

- Camp

God who is turning on the fader

5. Fashion/clothes

- Stinky Kiss

kick push, pull the white Stussy shirt up

- Travel Again

stretch out your legs in your Kapital pants

- Trippy

it's always there like Samsadoo in that convenience store refrigerator

- Radio

lean on your babe's vintage Levi's

- Morning page

sometimes i search for my gore-tex

homies, rip your first Amiri fit

6. Cars

- Morning page

roll down the windows of the BMW i4 G

- Change

it's definitely Santamo, that's my Mom's car for sure

- Like a fool

it turned out to be a figure, my R8

i am a BMW ambassador, whoa

24:26 ALBUM TRANSLATION HERE

#beenzino #nowitzki #khh #english trans #eng trans #english lyrics #eng lyrics #stefanie michova

[zombiebluejay]

"Dae In The Life"

Characters mentioned/ Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Fem OC.

*18+/crack fic(this is just for the jokes man)/slight smut but not too much*

A day of Daemon Targaryen, his little tasks and his little self.

Word count: 1.2k

The day started as it usually did, with Daemon Targaryen waking up on the couch in the bedchamber at Dragonstone and Rhaenyra sleeping in the exact middle of the lumpy king sized bed. His lovely familial bride is still asleep. Rain puttered down hitting every inch of the carved stone of the castle.

He woke up with a start, unaware of the penis drawn upon his forehead. And no one working in the castle planned on telling him either. Grumbling, he sat up and rubbed his old, tired eyes and got up.

In his nightdress and hat, he sleepily walked to the chamber aside from the room, filled with an abundance of rank and stinky pots.

“Damn” he thought, “I wish toilets existed in this time in history”. But the gods all hated him, so toilets wouldn't be invented for a long time.

The man looked in the warped, fuzzy mirror he had hidden behind an issue of "hot dragons weekly" that his incestuous spouse had hidden, lest he give in more to unworthy vanities. He looked at his enormous chin, and realized he had grown a single hair over the night. It was an inch long and white, not unlike something else protruding from his body. His face would look surprised, unfortunately you wouldn't be able to tell, as he lacked eyebrows.

After he was done getting ready for the day, changing from his sweaty, slept in night wear, into a pair of trousers which were just a bit to short and his dragon shit crusted boots, he realized he was clean shirtless, and thus he began his quest down to his wife's teenage son's chambers, in hopes of finding one that would fit him. He crept through stone hallways, a chill grabbing onto his tiny nipples.

Once at the tall wooden door, he rapped upon it. With no answer, he tip tied in and shuffled around the drawer. With luck, he found one that seemed close to his size though his belly button poked through and the sleeves came down only to his mid forearms.

Thus it was time to set out for the day. He saddled up Caraxes, and took off to run his daily errands.

Caraxes landed landed on the edge of a green forest, still damp from the mornings rain, ten paces away from a small cottage, little figurines strewn about the door, one of which looked like king Viserys, ass out, full moon.

The long haired no longer twink walked slowly up to the small round door, and with a rap-tap-tap and a few seconds wait a very small woman waddled out the door. Wearing a purple robe with stars adorning it, she greeted him with a toothless grin, making the man blush.

"Hello Daemon, I was wondering when you'd finally drop by you old soggy sod. Doing your little chores for your lady wife hm?" She attempted a wink but both eyes shut.

"Hello Grunhilda" he sighed, remembering the drunken make out session the two had many years prior, back when she still has a couple teeth left. "I'm here to pick up Rhaenyra's order".

"Right this way then, my prince".

She led him into her house and pulled out a small metal tube with a red crystal on top.

"Tell her majesty I worked very hard on this for her. It'll work by putting this small jar of captured lightning in this small cut out on the side. These devices are hard to make these days, one day they'll be very prevalent, I know I saw it in the orb. Now you'd better be on your way, another important person is stopping by at any moment."

After a quick stop and a hasty goodbye, the man was shooed out the door. Once back to his dragon, hidden by fog, he could see a carriage pull up. Squinting to see who just stopped by, he could make out the form of Otto Hightower step out and knock as he did. With an eye roll he decided to take off, as he had a few more errands to run.

After a few hours of picking out breads and cheeses and apples and all such other things adorning Rhaenyra's intricate grocery list, the man with the protruding chun found a decent view to enjoy the lunch his wife had packed him and left on the counter for the day. He opened up a brown bag, filled with a sandwich filled with the leftover meats of the previous supper and three slices of cucumber, an apple with a smiley face carved into it with the thumb nail of his recently pregnant spouse and two pieces of toffee candy flavored with citrus. They were his least favorite from the multi flavor pack but they were his daughters favorite, so he ate them happily.

The man looked at the magical crystal wand visible in his open satchel, and looked around. It was a scenic view, a deep drop into a waterfall filled casam surrounded by deep green forests. It was quiet except for the wildlife and water. He grabbed the object from the bag, looking it over carefully. He put in a small bottle of captured lightning as the woman had told him and burst to life with buzzing.

Slowly, he undid his belt and buttons and with a touch onto his, as Rhaenyra called it "semi satisfactory" sized penis, he let out a high pitched needy yelp, closed his eye tightly and his lower cheeks squeezed in, almost immediately, and for the first time since Rhaenyra decided she wanted to try again for another child, he unleashed a mighty 6 drops of slightly yellowish cum from his itchy cock. He winced not unlike one may imagine the shunga girls would, a high pitched scream of pleasure and pain.

He sat there in shock for a quarter hour, unspeaking, unmoving, he understood his wife's purchase.

Knees cracking, he stood up, feeling a rush of serotonin shoot into his brain, he had a few more tasks yet to do.

He flew down back into the nearest town, hauling a large cotton sack filled with the chamises, night gowns, stockings, shirts and breaches of his large family, into a large open room filled with steaming soapy cauldrons with washboards. On the other side of the building were many strings of washing lines with hand cranks to spin out the washings to dry it by the breeze it generates. All a very elaborate contraption created by his brother in law/nephew Aemond.

The man sighed, and got to work scrubbing, rinsing, drying and folding all the garments in the sack his family had entrusted him with. All the blood stains from a past trauma of many kinds. War, childbirth. And happy blood too. Remnants of scraped knees from the small amounts of childhood play their children got the rare opportunity to have before life caught up with them so early.

He smiled with a small tear forming in his eye, realizing he had to get back soon to the family he cared for.

Loading up his sack, he climbed on the back of his beloved dragon, flying towards the now setting sun, he decided to take a minute to watch it go down, landing on a cliff top with his castle home in the furthest visible difference.

Just then an old man did the same, climbing up the hill to take in the sea breeze, he had a big bushy gray beard, a robe and walking staff as tall as his hunched over back may have been in the days of youth.

The man looked at the prince, took in a breath and gave a small gnarly giggle, showing the few teeth he had left.

"You know son" the old man spoke, "you've got a cock drawn on your face".

#hotd #house of the dragon #Daemon Targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #Aemond Targaryen #fic #fanfic #HotD fic #hbo hotd #fantasy #writers on tumblr #daemon fic #crack fics #daemon smut #kinda #Daemon fanfic #got #game of thrones #daedae Targaryen #comedy fics #lilah writes fanfic ʕ⁠ ⁠º⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠ ⁠º⁠ʔ

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨Finally!!! Someone gets it.✨

#starry eyes #cameron monaghan #cameron monaghan belly/tummy #cameron monaghan navel #✨his belly looked so cute here✨ #✨his belly button is just so cute✨ #✨his belly button looks so deep✨ #✨i just want to lick it so bad😩… #✨the way I would plunge my tongue so deep into that stinky… sweaty… abyssal hole

[saltminerising]

Oh boy its 10:41 am time to start some drama. Your dragons? Stinky, unwashed, full of belly button lint. Go eat sand 😈😈😈😈 if you support pearlcatchers you need to catch these hands 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🫵🫵🫵🫵 save chicken bones for stock making 🤓🤓🤓🤓☝️☝️☝️

#frd

[uncleclam]

Gn!reader x trans!Dan / piss / somna

Rating: nsfw

Word count: 672

Meow.

Dan’s gray cat blinks slowly in your direction, tail swinging. Dave is a good kitty, body covered with tabby, greenish colored fur, healthily weighted and well behaved. He is surprisingly not stinky too. You liked it very much, he reminds you of Dan with his lazy nature, the way they nap in the same position on the sofa, under the afternoon sun, or even the way they yawn.

Though, the only difference between the two of them is one being well groomed and taken care of while one does not.

You looked at his owner, which is right beneath you, snoring softly and sleeping peacefully on his frameless mattress. Ignore the deformed face and the drooling, he is pretty handsome, in a nerdy way.

Dave lifts its paws, walks silently towards you, you thought he wanted some pets but he just sniffed you and turned away. Today is saturday, both of you, with Dan, not the cat, are free from work, but you woke up early with your internal clock anyway. The sun peek through the curtains, dust reflecting the light like its shiny stars in the air, the warm sun casts on the man's bare chest, leading your vision to his vulnerable, exposed belly.

The striped cat stretches its back, then curls into Dan’s neck, purring. Aw, such a cutie. You thought. Not wanting to disturb the peace, you sneaked into the thin blanket and slid between Dan’s legs.

You are going to like it, teach. You thought, carefully spread open his thighs a little wider. You pet on the fluffy happy trail under the belly button, his pubes are dark like his hair, curly. It’s fun to play with actually, but not now. You move further down, push a little to reveal the pink vulva of his.

The scruffy man moans in discomfort, swifting his waist unconsciously. You paused, not wanting to wake him up, until he fell into deep sleep again. You wet your index with your tongue, touching and rubbing the folds with gentle measures, ignoring the clit on spot, sliding up and down with your thumb like how you pet a kitty.

A few raspy moans escaped from Dan's throat, you keep your patience and pace, decide to keep this going.

You spread open his slit with two fingers. It’s leaking.

Your heart pounds a little faster as you see the murky fluid flowing from his hole. You licked your lips, it didn't take you long to send your mouth into him, eager to taste him. The man above wiggles, trying to shake off the weird feeling in his dream, but you ignored. Your tongue circles on his peehole, as sensitive as the clit, Dan’s thighs clenches out of reflection, hips jogs up, almost making you bite your own tongue.

You wonder if he’s dreaming of all this, you hoped so, that’ll be so hot for him to go soaking wet for you even in his sleep, can’t even rest without you giving him the pleasure no one can offer. His eyelashes twitch, eyeballs moving slightly under the lids. He is definitely getting eaten out in his silly brain.

Your go back focus on his poor peehole, pink and shimmering from your touch. You decide to give it some more attention, some more stimulation, just to see what will happen.

‘Mmmpth…ugh…’ the man moans, almost awake. His anus and opening clutches in sync, pleasure and pain sending in waves, his brows squeeze together, head sweating like having a nightmare.

It didn’t stop you from sucking him off until you felt a hint of saltines in your tongue. It’s piss.

Mattress soaked, your lower face covered in his slick and human waste. You had a glimpse of how the muscles around the pee hole contracts, then losing its control. Feeling extremely proud to make the teacher pissed himself, you flipped open the blanket, can’t wait to see the man’s expression.

‘Fuck…’ he gasped, exhausted. Eyes half lidded and finally, awakened.

#n/s/f/w #dan dunne #half nelson #ryan gosling #fanfiction #transgender

[slippery-domjot-balls]

Don’t be scared but would you rather have your belly button leak stinky mystery goo all the time or have functioning toes cover your back?

Easy! Functioning toes covering my back! Limbo would be easy.

Imagine scurrying around town on all those toesies! Pedicures would be a bit expensive, but I could also do neat little tricks!

#hand over your toes

[evansbby]

I just listened to the podcast chris did with anna faris and he’s so cute man omg what i learned:

he ‘really doesn’t like belly button piercings on a girl’

he said ‘stinky vagina’

he is ‘really really really clearly an ass man’

he called nudes ‘a dirty picture’

he doesn’t like armpit hair

he prefers women’s 🐱 to be trimmed and well kept or bare

bahahahah his preferences are so Typically Male 😂😂😂😂😌😌

#🌚🌚🌚 #anon #nobody is surprised 😂😂 #brb gonna go get my full body lasered #IM JOKING BAHAHA #actually I’m not I genuinely do wanna get my whole body lasered #but that’s for me 😌😌😌

[masterqwertster]

Soul Bloom AU

Also known as the fic Full-time Soulmates, Part-time Problems

This is mostly the behind-the-scenes lots of mechanics and stuff from my author's notes and comment replies

Who Blooms What

Ages (as of Campaign 3) and Flowers: Chetney- 400+ dogwood (credit SalamanderMeander) Laudna- 53 marigold Ashton- 30 thistle (I selected/guessed age) Orym- 34-35 lavender (credit SalamanderMeander) Imogen- 28 camelia Dorian- 27 blue orchid Fearne- 14/112 belladonna FCG- 4/1000? sunflower Fy'ra Rai- 33 fire lily (I selected/guessed age) Dariax- 27 dandelion Opal- 19 rose (starts pink, turns black upon either attuning to the Circlet of Barbed Vision or agreeing to be the Spider Queen's Champion Deanna- 200+ lotus FRIDA- 2/1000? gerbera daisy (green, possibly some blue and yellow upon dating FCG)

Soulmate Groups

Bells Hells

The Crown Keepers (Morrighan and Cyrus not included)

Deanna & FRIDA

Term to Know

Poke- pricking the hand to make a bloom appear on a soulmate

How Soul Blooms Work

Soul blooms are magic and don't create "real" flowers. In practice this means that they lack medicinal or poisonous properties and will dissipate into the ether once they leave a roughly one foot radius of the person they bloomed from, as well as only having a scent to those in the soulmate group (which makes stealthing still feasible when you don't/can't leave a trail of suspicious petals laying around or be covered in stinky flowers). Soul blooms also never wither, so if you can manage to keep a bloom within that radius, it'll last as long as you do.

You can't use soul blooms for divination magic. Or at least, not as the only targeting focus. Like, a soul bloom can help you hone in on the soulmate for a Scry spell, but if you try to scry on a soulmate you've never met using the bloom, you'll get nothing because it connects to the sender and everyone who receives them (including the person it bloomed on), thus confusing the spell.

Soul blooms occur when a person bleeds from an injury into open air as blooms inside the body would be bad, and bruises are, technically, internal bleeding. I count inside of the mouth, nose, and ears as internal as well, in that while there is still exposure to the outside, it would be highly inconvenient to life-threatening to have flowers bloom there. Airways need to be clear and many flowers do not fit inside the ear canal.

Things like wings, horns, and tails, which not all races have, bloom at the point of contact. Like tail injuries bloom on the tail bone of those without a tail, horn injuries wherever the base of the horn would be on the soulmate, wings at the shoulder blade connection point, etc. And the blooms are more about volume in that space than the details of the injury, so the soulmates without those body parts get more of an idea of severity than anything.

 The Matron of Ravens would get the job of over seeing soul blooms as part of the Fate domain. The correct understanding of her domain in regards to soul blooms is that she protects their sanctity. Magics that would block or falsify a bond are a Big No-No, much like grand necromancy is against Death. The Matron of Ravens does not assign soulmates, just protects the function of the bonds. Much like how she's not the arbiter of Death but a shepherd of passed souls, or minder of Fate's weave but not actually forcing the strings.

Blooms will never change their type of flower (example: baby's breath to dahlias), but can change their coloration (example: red rose to white rose) in accordance to big life/personality changes

Social Customs

Belly buttons are the first scar of most human(oid)s. So older soulmates get what could be colloquially called a "birth bloom" in their bellybutton from the detachment of the umbilical cord. Races that don't have bellybuttons, mainly the avian and reptilian races, will often have a ritualistic prick of the child upon birth to announce their presence to theoretic soulmates, if the eggshell doesn't nick them in the hatching. Traditionally, once a birth bloom is noticed, the soulmates will poke back. Children younger than 10 will be pricked on the back of the hand, usually by the parents/guardians. Those older than ten will prick a finger tip, usually the pointer, though some will select a different finger. And because some races live centuries, tradition also has an additional fingertip prick for each century lived as an indicator for that extreme age difference and what races one's soulmate could be.

Two other reasons exist for back of the hand pokes:

Infirmness: the individual who is to send a poke as either a request to be poked back or to poke back themself is in a condition that makes it difficult or impossible for them to perform the prick without doing more damage than necessary. It's sort of the same premise as children under 10 are discouraged from poking on their own: you don't want people full-on stabbing their own hand.

Chain Pokes:  in larger soulmate groups, finding other members is signified by clasping hands and pricking each other on the back of those clasped hands simultaneously. Or in larger congregations that aren't the full group, making a chain-loop of clasping the next person's wrist for the simultaneous poke. Technically, doing it to each other isn't necessary, but most enjoy the intimate ritual to it.

Probably one of the worst social taboos (of any Soulmate AU) is to intentionally and maliciously harm your soulmate. It's not something that's going to happen too often, given the nature of soulmates is someone who loves you wholly in some capacity (romantic, platonic, familial, a mixture), but it can happen. Usually after a metric-fuck-ton of trauma that crushes empathy and compassion and capacity for love gets involved.

#MQ AU machine #soul bloom au #critical role #bells hells