#(while biting-)

[odetokeons]

♱ Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers ♱

+ bonus

[noka-exe]

chronic finger biter clark vs nose exhaler bruce

[chloesimaginationthings]

After the Bite of 83 in FNAF..

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Outie Dylan, swallowing his pride and deciding to tell his innie that he’s actually pretty cool despite the wife smooching debacle: I’m proud of you and while I’ll respect your decision if you want to resign I think you should make it work there because I don’t want you to die

Dylan G: *immediately hits his boss with a vending machine*

[mimorobo]

Thought I might show off how I draw Undyne before the puppet's done!

It's super duper fun, she's one of my favourites to doodle!! And I actually really like Undyne, especially when she's paired up with Papyrus!!

:D

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

aos spock when his mom gets killed: i feel anger toward the man that killed my mother

aos sarek: your mother would want you to feel, my son 😔

tos spock if his mom got killed: i am going to kill nero with my bare hands

tos sarek: that is highly illogical, my son. I am going to kill nero with my bare hands

[xitsensunmoon]

The local vampire is quite annoyed with you keeping him company being awake this late at night. But maybe five more minutes of mutual bickering will satisfy him enough to let you do your thing. As long as you're in his sight

[moonlightcycle571]

Interviewer: So Captain, who would you say your biggest nemesis is?

Captain Marvel: CPS

Interviewer: *baffled* Surely there are many-

Captain Marvel: CPS

Interviewer: Not Sivanna?

Captain Marvel: CPS

Interviewer: But Black Adam-

Captain Marvel: I promise you, there is no greater nemesis than the pure corruption of Child Protective Services.

Interviewer: … then who is your second nemesis?

Captain Marvel: Cops.

Interviewer: … third?

Captain Marvel: Do you want a list?

Interviewer: Yes please

Captain Marvel: *pulling out a sheet out of thin air*

Captain Marvel: First it’s CPS. It’s been a fight and still is a fight.

Captain Marvel: Next are the cops. It’s on sight.

Captain Marvel: Next are Nazis. But that’s more CM Juniors thing. He has a particular enjoyment out of punching them.

Captain Marvel: Next are politici-

Interviewer, does not want to get their show cancelled: THANK YOU Captain, but we meant specific individuals maybe.

Captain Marvel: Oooh okay 👌

Captain Marvel: My biological Uncle. Fuck that guy.

Interviewer: I didn’t know your Uncle was one of your rogues.

Captain Marvel: He’s not.

Interviewer: Than what

Captain Marvel: He was a twat. *he learned that from Constantine*

Interviewer: thats not-

Captain Marvel: If you meant in terms of Fawcette rogues, then it has to be Mr Mind

Interviewer: mr mind? Who’s mister mind

Interviewer: THE WORM

Bonus:

Somewhere in a Jar: I sense a great victory 🐛

Bonus 2:

Batman: Alfred, remind me to add PR training for the Justice League next meeting.

Bonus 3:

GI Robot: Something just happened.

[simonbrain]

godddd simon going home after an intense deployment and dumping all the violent details about his kills on his poor bird while he plays with her cunt, ignoring her miserable little whines for him to shut up because she's about to cum. or something

[sirazaroff]

I’m feeling wicked

Non scribbled version

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + oral + somnophilia + biting + anal mention + hee cums in his pants

💌: lion hybrid! heeseung and somnophilia <3 probably repetitive but ‘m too shy to have someone fully proofread this before i post, so deal with it! /lh

lions are typically more active at night so it’s no surpise your hybrid stays up late, watching you as you sleep, your chest rising falling steadily.

it’s become part of heeseung’s nightly routine since you adopted him to “protect” you; stalking around your living room whenever a car passes by, his tail flicking in irritation because he’s always convinced that someone’s out to get his sweet, defenseless owner.

however, rather than pace around and wait for an intruder that’ll never come, tonight’s one of those nights where heeseung has to be near you; he’s lying in your bed as you sleep soundly, lazily dragging the tuft of fur at the end of his tail along your exposed leg, deep purr-like rumbles filling the quiet of your room.

little does your big catboy know of the filthy fantasies that your sleepy brain comes up with, causing you to let out breathy whines and squirm, thighs clenching together to relieve your needy cunt.

heeseung’s rounded ears twitch at the first sound you let out, grumbling appreciatively when the scent of your arousal hits his nose, the sweetness coming from your slick pussy so strong he swears he can fucking taste it, poking his tongue out as if to test that.

he wastes no time in slotting himself between your legs, his furry ears tickling the skin of your inner thighs as he shreds your sleep shorts and panties, rough tongue swiping from your cunt to your clit before delving into your tight heat, juices already collecting on his chin.

your lion’s a possessive one, fucking his textured tongue into you like he’s trying to ensure your cunt remembers that you’re his.

sure you technically own him, at least on paper; but in this moment, he owns you.

owns your cunt, your clit, hell, even your tight asshole that he’s never once touched, but dreams of ruining.

maybe one day he will; just not tonight.

no, tonight is for your pleasure, not his, despite how fucking hard his barbed cock is beneath his sweatpants, pearlescent beads of precum already causing a wet patch to form where his length lays.

the obscene sound of slurping and heeseung’s deep groans against your leaking pussy should be enough to wake you, but there you lay, unknowingly grinding into hee’s face because of your dream and the pleasure that feels all too real.

you let out another moan, from the pleasure heeseung offers or the erotic dream playing in your subconscious is up for debate, but it causes him to lose his mind a little more, spreading your thighs further and pulling away for a moment, just to press his nose against your cunt, letting his mind go a little foggy as he takes in the scent of your arousal.

meanwhile in your pretty little head, dream hee’s pounding away at your pussy, the tip of his cock pressing a kiss to your cervix with each harsh thrust he delivers, tail wrapped around your leg as his sharp teeth tease the soft skin of your neck, causing you to beg for him to do it; bite me, you whisper, please.

your mumbled plea makes heeseung freeze.

are you awake? sleeptalking? do you mean it?

who knows? he surely doesn’t, and he doesn’t want you awake.. not yet, at least. but who is he to deny his beloved owner’s request?

so he begrudgingly parts from your pussy altogether, nuzzling his face against one of your thighs, squeezing it with his large hand before opening his mouth, deadly canines used to bite, rip, tear, are instead being used to graze your delicate skin, afraid to draw blood.

god, does heeseung want to rip into your flesh.

not because he wants to harm you, no; but simply because he wants his mark on you; his teeth imprinted on your exposed skin, punctures specifically from his canines.

it’d be so easy to break through the skin, he thinks. his hybrid features would make sure of that; there’d be no resistance.

well.. maybe from you.

he knows it’d probably hurt you, yet the thought of you squirming and scrambing to escape the pain make his soaked cock twitch.

heeseung opts for marking you with hickeys. just for now, he reminds himself. he’ll claim you soon enough, he just has to be a little patient. you are a human, after all.

a soft, delicate, dumb human; oblivious to the apex predator that’s using all his restraint to keep from wrecking you as you sleep.

he lets out a whine. it’s unlike him to let out such a… pathetic noise. you should be the one whining.

it’s desperate, laced with need, and it drags on as he laves his tongue along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of thick saliva in its wake until he’s finally reached your empty hole again.

your juices dribble between the crack of your ass and heeseung doesn’t think twice; his tongue is already following the trail, collecting the slick before the pink muscle is poking and licking at your pussy, tail flicking behind him contently.

his movements are sloppy now, face flushed red and his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, ears perked and alert, ready to catch any noise that he draws from you.

meanwhile, your fantasy has shifted to dream heeseung eating you out while you’re sat on his face and it’s intense. your mind is either really fucking good at making these feel real, or you’re just so infatuated with your hybrid that you’re able to dream up a perfect replica of his moans and grunts of pleasure.

okay your dreams are normally good but this.. is different. the vibrations against your center feel too real to just be in your head… and his sounds of pleasure are too accurate… and fuck, you’re going to cum.

your climax builds, knot in your stomach tightening, and your mouth falls open in a groan, thighs clenching tight but not..touching?

is that a pillow between your legs? no.. it’s not soft enough.. are those ears? what the fuck?

your orgasm begins to wash over you in your sleep, but then you wake yourself with a squeal due to his tongue, the feeling too much to ignore and your eyes drop between yourself to see heeseung there. he looks breathtakingly beautiful; almost innocent. were it not for his nose and chin wet with your cream, doe eyes peering up at you and it’s disarming.

how does such a dangerous hybrid look so inviting?

however, that’s a thought for another day. at the moment, you’re too lost in pleasure to deny yourself from reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair, making contact with his sensitive ears and the sensation has heeseung’s eyes rolling back in pleasure, his moan is absolutely sinful, vibrations once again felt directly on your pussy making you keen.

heeseung is cumming, spilling his hot load in his pants all while you roll your hips against his face, chasing yet another orgasm.

the second one hits harder because it’s real.

it’s really heeseung, not just in your head.

he wants you just as badly and it makes your brain shortcircuit, painting his face in your essence again.

the two of you take a moment to collect yourselves, panting and coming down from your highs, but heeseung brings you back to reality instantly by dragging the furry end of his tail along your inner thigh, grinning up at you dumbly.

he’s just getting started.

[dricacchi]

he's concentrating

(2 minutes later):

he ain't even that far. he's totally hearing it

[pangur-and-grim]

Belphie has decided that it's very, very fun to sit on my head and eat my hair

[vices-of-a-feral-prince]

I love the colorful ones 🩵

[shushmal]

Steve bites back a sigh when he sees a hand waving just out of the corner of his eye, trying to grab his attention from where Steve's gazing pitifully at his drink. The club is loud, music blasting, and maybe it's a little pathetic for Steve to be at his place of work on his day off, but Robin's behind the bar and he gets free drinks. Unfortunately, the kind of guys who frequent his workplace are usually the opposite of Steve's type.

So, he's prepared, for when he looks up, to gently let down whatever club boy who's decided to shoot their shot with him tonight. They all start to look the same to him: bleached hair, glitter, crop tops and low riding pants. Men who are too much like Steve to be what Steve's looking for.

When he looks up, however, his eyes go a little wide and his lips part from around the straw against his tongue.

"Hi!" yells the guy, long hair, long legs, long fingers. He's wearing way too much leather and denim for this place, and he must be boiling under that jacket. "W-would you like to dance?"

Steve takes a longer moment to take him in: his shoulders hunched up around his ears, fingers twisting his hair nervously, eyes big and brown and beautiful.

Straightening from where he's been hiding against the wall, Steve steps up into the guy's space, watches his eyes go bigger and his face go pink. He's perfect.

"I'm Steve," he says, leaning in so he can be heard over the music. "And you don't look like the kind of guy who dances."

"Oh, I'm not," the guy says, eyes flicking around Steve's face, dropping to Steve's chest, to his thighs and back up again. "Um, sorry. I'm Eddie."

Steve grins. "Nice to meet you, Eddie."

Eddie's mouth quirks up, an giddy, boyish smile. "P-pleasure's mine," he says. "And I may be terrible at it, but I'd love to dance with you. If you'd like."

"I would like," Steve tells him. He holds out his hand, feels his heart flutter when Eddie takes it. "I'd like that very much."

[divineandmajesticinone]

THE HEART KILLERS (2024) I EP. 2 "I like your name, by the way. Fadel."