#nervous dogs

[mrsjellymunson]

YELLOW (1)

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest pop-up event Somewhere Over the Rainbow (Happy Pride, everyone!) | Prompt: Yellow | Song: [redacted spoiler - revealed at the end] | Word Count: ~950 | Rating: T | Characters: Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Jeff, Doug, Fluffy | CW: Crack fic (almost literally), slightly lewd language, pure unadulterated nonsense | Tags: Corroded Coffin, on tour, Eddie has a crisis | Summary: Eddie’s no slouch when it comes to dressing up on stage, but this time even he thinks he may have taken things too far…

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It’s the first night of Corroded Coffin’s new tour, and, true to form, Eddie’s having some kind of crisis. Tonight, it’s about his outfit.

“Look, I know the low slung red rubber trousers went a bit far. And that studded harness was a health and safety nightmare…”

Gareth scoffs, grinning,

“You’re telling me, when I tried to hug you after the gig you almost pierced a lung!”

Eddie winces. He really should’ve considered the practicalities of that one a little more. He adjusts a strap and continues his machinations.

“And that Lurex jumpsuit was great, but I kept getting the flares caught in the cabling… I almost fell off the stage way too many times, and I thought I was gonna strangle and die at one point.”

He looks sideways at himself in the dresser.

“But, this new thing… Are you sure it’s not… too much?”

Eddie turns so he’s fully facing the mirror. Tonight, he’s in a mesh bodysuit, the wide neckline allowing him to pull it down around his shoulders, and his favourite high black leather boots. He’s strapped his torso into a new harness, one with somewhat smaller and less… aggressive studs. The steel through his nipples glitters under the lights, and his dark tattoos are brought into perfect relief against his pale skin, peeping through the gaps in the harness and the netting. He knows he looks good, and ordinarily he’d just add some PVC hotpants and maybe a leather codpiece and be good to go. But tonight, overtop, there’s a special new addition that even he’s nervous about showing off.

Jeff assuages his fears, knowing a confident Eddie is a rockstar god Eddie.

“Nah, man. You can totally carry it off.”

Gareth agrees.

“Yeah, do it!”

Doug adds, spreading his arms wide for emphasis,

“Fuck it, man. YOLO, right?”

Eddie remains unconvinced.

“I dunno… It’s pretty revealing. And it’s also a little… snug. In certain… areas. Especially when I’m holding Sweetheart...”

It’s late. They’re due on stage any minute. They all know that if Eddie has to figure out a whole new look they’re gonna fuck up the schedule… So, Jeff seals the deal.

“Okay, how about this. If you wear it for tonight’s gig, I’ll donate my cut to that dog charity that helped us so much with Fluffy when we toured the UK, and I’ll wear one of their pins for the whole tour. Their awareness colour is yellow, right?”

On hearing her name Fluffy, the fully baptised fifth member of Corroded Coffin, stirs. She looks up, intrigued, as her tongue flops out the side of her wide Staffie grin and her tail thumps heavily a couple of times against her comfy, monogrammed bed. After concluding the anticipated treats aren’t on the immediate horizon, she snuggles back down, her yellow bandana shifting around her thick neck - still her signature style even if she doesn’t need it nearly as much as she used to.

There’s a low clamour in the room as everyone else concurs, searching their bags for the souvenir enamels that they all purchased last year. Eddie still doesn’t seem entirely comfortable, but with an offer like this on the table, for his favourite girl? He can’t help but agree…

🎶🎵 Bop bop bop bop, ba-dop-pop-pop-pop-pop 🎵🎶

He was afraid to come out of the green room

He was as nervous as he could be

He didn’t want to come out of the green room

He was too scared that somebody would see

🎶 Two, three, four, tell the people what he wore 🎶

It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot mankini

That he wore for the first time tonight

An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot mankini

So, in the green room, he trembled with fright

🎶 Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell you more 🎶

He didn’t want to come out in the open

And so behind Gareth’s drumkit he sat

He was too scared to come out in the open

And so he squatted behind the high hat

🎶Two, three, four, tell the people what he wore 🎶

It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot mankini

That he wore for the first time tonight

An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot mankini

So, by the drumkit, he stayed out of sight

🎶 Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell you more 🎶

Now he’s afraid to remove his guita-ar

And they wonder what he’s gonna do

He doesn’t want to take off his guita-ar

Though his poor little balls have turned blue

🎶 Two, three, four, tell the people what he wore 🎶

It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot mankini

That he wore for the first time tonight

An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot mankini…

Then he said, “Fuck it!” and strutted all night!

[SOCIAL MEDIA INTERLUDE]

Corroded Coffin’s frontman Eddie Munson WOWS crowds with daring new look!

Mankini sales soar as rockstar Munson brings back the iconic garment

Pantone announces Mankini Yellow as next year’s colour of the year

UK changes Union flag to Yellow, White and Blue

Vogue ditches supermodel cover to feature scantily yellow-clad metal band

Coldplay frontman Chris Martin reveals that Yellow was actually about Eddie’s banana hammock all along

Fluffy launches designer pet wear range - yellow bandanas a top seller!

Donations to charities for nervous dogs reach an all time high - one says they can keep going for a decade on recent contributions alone

🎶 From the green room to the drumkit

From his guitar to the stage

Eddie Munson’s a new icon

His mankini’s all the rage! 🎶

🎶🎵 Bop pop pop 🎵🎶

[Song used: Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini by Brian Hyland]

Thanks so much for reading! 😃

A/N: Yellow Dog UK is a real charity that promotes awareness and understanding of “yellow dogs”, who may be nervous, in training, recovering from an injury or illness, being rehabilitated or simply prefer to keep their distance from people and other dogs. Yellow ribbons, leads, harnesses or bandanas can indicate that a dog may be anxious or in need of space. It signals to others to be gentle, give room, and avoid sudden or intrusive approaches.

A/N2: This might be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever written and I AM NOT SORRY

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[pidgwin]

I took my nervous dog to the woods today as he's been having an extra hard time lately. (in the car, which he hates and makes him miserable, but needs must) I let him off and he was so much happier than i've seen him in so long. He chased squirrels, rolled in leaves, followed the scent of deer, and ran and ran. It was quiet, so we could avoid meeting any other people or dogs. It was so lovely to see him so content and fulfilled. In the past, i've avoided taking him further afield because new places are scary for him sometimes and he hates the car so much - but i'm going to start taking him to these woods every week. I try so hard to make him happy and make life easier for him, and lately i feel as if i've been failing at it. Today was a really good day, and now he's snuggled up and snoring.

[mingyuonlyfans]

new study habits

featuring: Tutor!Mingyu x Horny, bimbo-ish!Reader

genre: smut, public exposure (sucking and fucking in the library), porn absolutely no plot.

note: HEAVILY inspired by this audio (augustinthewinter 🔛🔝). gyu is a nervous little nerd, you're horny and feral. would be a shame if something happened in this little corner of the library.

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“So, you need to ace two midterms to bring your grade to the goal we set at the beginning of the semester.” Mingyu tells you matter-of-factually, genuinely concerned that you’d forgotten your own goal. He continues speaking, telling you the outline of the unit you’ll be studying while you nod along almost mindlessly. Well, totally mindlessly– but it’s not your fault!

You see, when one of your friends suggested you get a tutor– to which you desperately agreed– you didn’t exactly expect the one you’d get.

Mingyu was all shy, kind smiles and polite, appropriate behavior when he first met you– until now, actually. He still can’t seem to sit so closely next to you without being nervous, nor accidentally touch you by grazing his hand against yours or his thick, meaty thigh against your own without his breath hitching and that adorable pink dusting his cheeks. He also seems to have trouble keeping his eyes off you, specifically how good your chest looks in those cute tops you’re always wearing, but he’s quick to avert his gaze and continue teaching you.

And now...Well now he’s just a blur of pink hearts in your eyes and his voice is just a nice soothing hum in the background while you admire him when you should really be listening to whatever he’s saying beside you.

It would be a bold-faced lie to say you didn’t have an inkling of a crush on him. Yeah, sure, he’s a bit nerdy, losery, really– but god, would you look at that face and those arms and that goddamn body? It doesn’t help that he chose to wear a deliciously-fitting black polo shirt and some black jeans today, topped off by those delicate metal-framed glasses framing his beautiful face.

Who the hell could focus on studying with that?

You absolutely cannot, and Mingyu can easily tell. So, in a last ditch effort to maintain his composure (because god, you look so cute with that little smile on your face and your eyes all glazed over), Mingyu clears his throat and scoots closer to you, closer than he’s ever braved. He taps your shoulder twice to get your attention before sighing, “Y/N, are you even listening to me?”

You nod, blinking innocently at him, “Uh-huh, I have to... pass two midterms and all that.”

Mingyu clicks his tongue, bringing up a hand to run through his hair. The action makes you clench your thighs and lick your lips; Mingyu notices this but only shakes his head in frustration. His voice drops, deep and husky and making goosebumps on your skin rise in its wake. “Ace. You have to ace these midterms if you want to even make a dent on your average.”

You remove your cheek from resting on your fist and use that same hand to pat his. You croon, voice sweet as you stroke that large, veiny hand of his, trying your best not to think about what he does and can do with it  “I know, gyu, I know. Do you not have faith in me or something? Why are you so tense, baby?”

There he goes again, breath hitching at your touch and the pet name. Now it’s his turn lick his lips, eyeing your own before flitting up to your eyes. You were fucking batting your eyelashes at him and Mingyu felt like he was gonna combust.

“N-nothing, I’d just really hate for all this studying to be for naught.” That makes you giggle. Mingyu isn’t sure why but it does and suddenly his pants are tightening around him. He clears his throat again, fixing his unmoved glasses. He watches you with wide eyes as you lean forward, your low-cut top doing nothing to hide your cleavage, some lace peeking out.

“Eyes up here, babyboy,” You lift his Chin up with a finger, smirking at his flustered state. Your other hand finds his thigh, the thick and firm muscle tensing underneath your touch. Batting your eyelashes at him, your smile turns sweeter. “Do you think I'm pretty, Gyugyu?”

Mingyu blinks up at you; he processes your words rather slowly. He opens his mouth to answer but you’re already pouting by then, puppy-eyes making his chest warm and his heart flutter. As if on instinct, Mingyu’s hand reaches out to get a hold on your waist; Your eyebrows raise at his sudden confidence. “You are-! No, I mean I do! Wait-”

He cuts himself off with a gasp; in his ramble-y haze, he didn’t notice your fingers unbuttoning his pants and unzipping it. His heart hammers against his chest as he watches you palm the growing bulge in his underwear, but a rustle from a few shelves over startles him.

“Y/N, someone will see-!” you shush him with a kiss, and Mingyu has to bite back a moan when you slip your hand into his underwear, hand wrapping around his fully hard cock and using the precum leaking from his tip.

It’s like he’s in a haze, all logic thrown out of the window. His hand travels from your waist to your thigh, sneaking past the hem of your skirt. He squeezes lightly; you respond with a kiss to his jaw, whispering lowly, “it’s okay, baby, Don’t worry.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, muffling yourself against his shirt when he squeezes your thigh once again, firmer and closer to where you needed him most this time. Gyu presses the pads of his fingers against your clothed heat, gasping when wetness seeps through the cotton. “you’re so wet,” he whispers, breath hot on your ear.

Smiling against his neck, you start to pump him faster, loosening your grip when you go up and tightening when you go down. His low whines are music to your ears, but you can’t have him being noisy so you shift yourself and capture his lips with yours.

Mingyu moans into the kiss as you continue pumping him, now emboldened to push your panties to the side and push a finger into your tight heat. He feels your wetness gush out, the palm of his hand getting stickier and warmer. His thumb finds your clit and rubs it as he pumps you, adding a second finger when you start to rut against him. Gyu shifts in his seat; He brings his free hand into the mix, thumb leaving your clit before quickly replacing it with said free hand’s fingers.

You jump at the contact, moaning against his lips when he quickens his pace. Heat pools in your abdomen, toes curling at the stimulation you’re receiving– you know you’re not too far from your orgasm. So you stop, completely pulling away from Mingyu before standing up.

He watches in bewilderment as you swing one leg over his lap, effectively straddling him. His hands find your hips, stopping you from lining up his leaking cock from your entrance. Mingyu nervously looks around. “W-we might get caught, Y/N-”

You react quickly. A pout once again finds your glossy lips and your eyes widen innocently, eyebrows knitting together to top off the look. Your arms circle around his neck and you arch your back, pulling his face until it’s almost mushed against your tits. “Just trust me, Gyuyu. Please? I need you so bad, babyboy.”

Again, all logic is thrown out the window. Mingyu simply cannot deny you, not when you look so cute and your cunt’s literally dripping on his dick– he can feel how wet and warm you are and it’s just fucking with his nerdy, pretty head. When is he ever gonna get laid like this again?

“Do you have a condom then? I’m clean but-” he really wishes you’d stop interrupting him, but he doesn’t complain.

“We don't need one, Gyugyu,” you hum before pecking his lips. “I'm clean and on the pill... and I just really want you to fill me up with your cum already.”

With a nod, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes you down onto him. Mingyu watches as you throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth opening as you take all of him. Looking down, he sees how your cunt stretches to accommodate all of him, your tightness hugging him so snugly that he wonders how you’re supposed to bounce on top of him.

His dark jeans turn even darker as it’s soaked up by your juices, but he can’t even think of complaining. Not when you’re pulling him even closer, his face now buried into your cleavage. His glasses pressing against his face would usually be so uncomfortable if his dick wasn’t getting sucked in so good by your walls. You start moving your hips, swiveling and stretching yourself even further– Mingyu feels your chest vibrate with the noises you’re trying to hold in.

You finally start bouncing, and Mingyu understands why you basically trapped his face between your tits. You’re fucking gripping him, soaking him, and just fucking him so good he can already feel his abs contracting as his orgasm builds up. If your tits weren’t muffling him and reminding him to be quiet, he’d be babbling and whining so loudly you’d be caught in no time. Mingyu knows he won’t last long with how fucking good you feel around him.

You can feel him twitching inside you and tensing up underneath you. He has an iron grip on your hip; You Don’t need him to tell you that he’s close. The mere thought of Gyu cumming inside you has you grinning, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the blunt head of his cock nudges at the spot that has your toes curling in bliss. In your haze, you pant out to him. “Touch me, Gyu. F-fuck, please.”

His fingers find your clit, rubbing the nub quickly. Mingyu stifles a groan when you clamp down around him. He barely processes as his orgasm washes over him, his cum filling you up with every spurt.

The feeling of his release inside you combined with his frantic rubbing on your clit triggers your own orgasm. Your body stills on top of him but your mind and your mouth, in your haze, ramble on lowly. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Hah, that’s it, cum inside me, Gyu. Fuck me so fucking full of your cum, oh god. So full, ngh, so fucking full...”

Gyu holds you against him as you calm down, slumping your body against his and your head resting on his shoulder, absentmindedly peppering his neck and cheek with kisses. “Gyugyu...” you mumble, head filled with cotton and hearts swimming in your eyes as you look up at his side profile. “Gyugyu, I think you’re pretty too.”

He rubs your back soothingly, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips and the red on his cheeks deepening. “Thank you, Y/N.” he pulls away slightly to look at you, stricken by your afterglow beauty and the way you’re looking at him so fondly. “D’you... Do you think you’d focus better if we studied at your place?”

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inbox is open <3

[pantheratigrisaltaica]

'some zoos pair their cheetahs up with dogs' is one of the worst things to have ever blown up on tumblr

[nutsack90]

tiktok trend

mweh

[artmaggit]

woof woof

[stoffbergart]

comic i wrote last year about having a very nervous dog. i love you kirby you are my best friend forever

[warmfuzzyanimal]

your fursona is one of the cutest on the whole website

WRONG all fursonas on this website are cute and to prove it i impulsively drew a few that came to mind

(tags under the readmore)

left to right, starting at the top row + goin across then down

@feybeasts (dragon) @kimskam (cow) @vonkarn (dragon) @punkitt-is-here (unicorn) @krisispiss (wolf) @wolfertinger666 (bunny) @soft--dogs (doggy) @skunkes (skunk) hi hello i hope it's alright i drew your sonas i adore all of y'alls work <3

[identitty-dickruption]

support group for people who are openly freakish weirdos but just kind of scared about it. people who would wear a collar in public but god knows they're shaking about it the whole time. and other things of that nature

[hellfire--cult]

I won't be stopping the memes. I won't.

[candiedfright]

sigma waking up from his coma with the worst headache he will experience in his entire life and being like oh wow all those memories and all that knowledge truly took a toll on me. meanwhile dazai's like yeah haha totally good thing nothing happened to your body while you were processing that. nothing at all

[soukokucoded]

hc! dazai has seen chuuya naked before, multiple times actually. in the years of their partnership in the port mafia, they patched each other, shared beds etc. dazai had plenty opportunities to get acquainted with chuuya's body.

but now, four years later. chuuya hasn't grown, but his body has changed. he's not the gangly teenager anymore but a man. dazai hates to admit it but chuuya's body looks good.

feels good. under his hands. he can map the hard muscles under his palms, the outline of his abdomen now that he has the privilege to sit on the chibi's lap and kiss him for hours on end and only pull away for the sole purpose of breathing.

chuuya's body is a stranger to dazai. and he understands that. and yet when chuuya takes his boxers off for the first time after four years, dazai is caught off gaurd because what on earth is that?!

dazai didn't realise that just because chibi didn't grow in height, doesn't mean he didn't grow anywhere else either. and he without any shame, gapes.

chuuya, taking his boxers off: c'mere bastard, I'll show u a good time

dazai:

chuuya:

dazai:

chuuya, growing self concious: what

dazai: are u trying to kill me

***

dazai: that THING will not fit

chuuya: you're being dramatic

dazai: are u trying to gaslight me

***

after the panic subsides. dazai decides to be a little shit because why not

dazai: I didn't know chuuya was packing a firearm into his underwear

chuuya:

dazai, winking: would you shoot me with it? if you know what I mean

chuuya: FUCK OFF

***

dazai: no wonder chuuya didn't grow in height

chuuya:

dazai: his dick ate all his inches instead

chuuya, tucking himself back in his boxers: you're done

safe to say they didn't have sex that night

[duusheen]

A family

[four-pointed-leaf]

get a room guys

[jellyskink]

New York Isn't Weird Enough (PG3)

Ford DESPERATELY needs to be re-socialized. Even before canon divergence, he was around, at most, one other human for years. It’s only gotten worse since

[dykesevika]

some of my arcane oc stuff !! :3