#can and mouse

[crazydash]

Guess who started re-re-re-re-[∞]-watching S.C.I Mystery ?

Well

It's me ! What a surprise

I just love their dynamic so much and also their micro-expressions, their glances, their "wtf" faces they do sometimes and also the chaos this serie is xD

I think it was the first modern/crime/bromance c drama I watched and no matter how many times I watch it I still like it just as much

It's not the BEST serie but it's a comfort one

[taffywabbit]

what if a creature was both strange and hilarious. multifaceted.

[glowingghosty]

people are drawing Steamboat Willie Mickey doing all this crazy shit and whatnot, but you could always do that. you can do that now, with current Mickey, just fine. it's fanart and it's legally protected. hell you could take Disney-drawn Mickey and put a caption about unions or whatever on it and it would still be protected under free speech and sometimes even parody law.

what is special about public domain is that you can SELL him. you could take a screenshot and sell it on a tshirt. you can use him to advertise your plumbing business. people have already uploaded and monetized the original film.

you could always have Mickey say what you want, but now you can profit off it.

[nickpeppermint]

They didn't waste a second...

[bedupolker]

Just wanted to say, I love your Mouse mom and Rat dad. The artwork gives me Ghibli vibes and love how you draw eyes and expressions.

But I do have a few questions. Does Mariela have/had parents? I recall that her cousin is a grasshopper mouse, so is Mariela adopted? If her parents are still around, how would they react to her being a mother?

Mariella's own mother was sickly and passed away when she was a baby, she doesn't have brothers or sisters which is very unusual for a mouse. Her grandparents raised her and she had aunties and uncles of course but she quietly longs for the mother and siblings she didn't get to have

[onesnoopyaday]

snoopy.exe 💻⌨🖱

Snoopy #10

11/10/2024

[aurorepeuffier]

During my move, I broke a clay pot. I decided to engrave frames on it.

[girbirty]

more tgirl chase

[tawnysoup]

two new critters just dropped

[hawkinsbnbg]

O!Steve who ran away from his filthy rich parents after they tried to drug and force him into an arranged marriage with a man twice his dad's age.

During his time working at the night club as a bartender, he met Kas who was known to be the biggest fish around there. No one knew where the man came from, but one thing they could be 100% sure of was that Kas came from old money. The kind that could buy someone's life in a heartbeat.

Steve had been wary of Kas at first. All the rumors about Kas being ruthless and cold hearted was enough for him to keep his distance. He didn't need to get caught up in another lair of wolves when he'd just escaped one.

Even from afar, he could tell the man was an alpha. Six feet tall, sharp jawline, dark wild eyes, straight nose, and unkempt mane were his first impression of Kas. Against his better judgement, he couldn't help but watch Kas, observing, obsessing over every movement, every smile and smirk and grin that appeared on Kas' handsome face.

His little crush would've gone unnoticed if nothing happened.

But then one day, he was called to go serve a patron in the bar's private room.

"I'm not even a stripper!" He exclaimed in bewilderment.

"He asked for you," Billy said and leveled him with a serious look. "But if you don't want to do this job anymore, you can quit right now. Hand back your uniform and leave as you will."

Steve bit his lip until he tasted blood. He knew everything wasn't as simple. There were contracts and then the contractual indemnity that he could hardly afford in his current situation. Maybe if he was still a Harrington, which he hadn't been for a year now and he couldn't go back unless he wanted to be sent right into hell.

Billy smirked around the burning cigarette, icy blue eyes flashed smugly, and raised a brow at him.

Wordlessly, Steve sighed, squared his shoulders, and put on his game face before pushing the door to step inside.

"What can I do for you, sir?" He smiled, feeling how fake it was on his face, and tried to will his heart to stop jumping out of his chest because lounging on the couch was none other than Kas—his literal wet dream.

Since the lights in here were brighter than in the bar, he could see that Kas was wearing a black tank top with leather pants, combat boots that were left unlaced, chains and rings and silvers.

He gulped dryly at those tattooed corded arms that looked like they could crush his bones, at the thick thighs that were man spreading, at the intense gaze that focused on him. Although Kas was just sitting there—silent and still—Steve felt like he was preyed on by a lion.

And then there was Kas' scent. Apparently, this man didn't believe in the whole good manners go with good blockers, because the room was packed with earthy musk and sandalwood the second he entered the room and nearly knocked him off his feet.

Steve wasn't sure how long could he keep himself in check considering his panties were thoroughly slick and his pants were in a real danger of getting ruined.

"C'mere," Kas finally spoke, all lazy and laid back, but Steve wasn't fooled in the slightest.

When he stopped between those wide spread legs, his body was flushed with heat.

"Sit." Kas patted on his thigh and Steve, though complied, still let out an embarrassed noise as he straddled the alpha of his dream and felt a broad hand splay on his lower back to hold him secure.

While Steve was distracted by the toned muscles under his butt and how warm and big and good smelling Kas was, a ringed hand reached up to hold his chin and used it to tilted his head slightly, thumbing his split bottom lip gently.

"Who hurt you?"

Steve took in the heavy frown between Kas' brows, the grim line on Kas' mouth, the protectiveness that just oozed in waves from the older man, and felt his heart hiccup.

Oh no.

He blinked, and smiled his real smile despite knowing it was a bad idea.

"Me, sir."

Kas regarded him with an unreadable look, peeling off all of his layers and leaving him bare. It pinned Steve in place and for a brief mortifying second, he thought he was going into an early heat.

As if reading his mind, Kas released his chin and let that hand wandered down to his waist.

"Call me Eddie," the alpha said suddenly. "It's my real name. Eddie Munson."

Steve opened his mouth and then closed it. He knew Kas— no, Eddie was wealthy but the Munson? They weren't just rich, they were Rich. And they were also involved in a lot of shady businesses. Both from the government and the underworld. Which, as someone who didn't grew up in that kind of circle, Steve shouldn't know. But it was too late to pretend because his mask had slipped and Eddie had caught the flash of recognition on his face.

But instead of questioning his identity, Eddie just gazed at him softly and asked.

"Wanna go home with me?"

"I– What?" Steve stammered, nonplussed. "You mean–"

"Maybe when you're ready one day," Eddie said, which made him feel strangely disappointed. "Hey, don't look at me like that. I'll give you anything as long as you ask nicely, alright?" He smiled and continued when Steve nodded. "What I meant is for you to quit your job at this place and come live with me. I'll provide you with everything you need. Money, clothes, jewelry, cars, houses, lands. Just name it and it'll be yours."

Steve was rightfully confused at this point. And also terribly turned on. Sue him. He had a Thing for men who treated him nicely, okay? And yeah, it sounded like a scam. No one had seen what Eddie Munson looked like before. The man always hid behind a mask and never had his photos taken by anyone who weren't from the Munson family.

But Steve was also pretty sure that he felt a rather deep connection with this alpha, and it didn't help that he was already obsessed with the sandalwood scent. And still, before he said yes, he blurted out his only burning question.

"Why me?"

Eddie leaned in and nosed at the hinge of his jaw.

"Because, my little darlin', we are scent mates."

[calzone-d]

Open Wide

Bob Reynolds x gn!reader

-warnings: oral (m receiving), cum (reader swallows sorry!), ball play, reader has traveling hands lol. reader's genitals aren't described

-word count: +/- 1700

likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. my inbox is currently open for anything and everything!

thinking bout how bob would just die when you do new things with him that aren't necessarily monumental but definitely bring him lots of new feelings. and we all know bob, so with new feelings def comes more of that adorable awkwardness hehe

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bob’s breath comes out in heavy pants as you kiss across his heaving chest. your hands skim across his waist and over his defined abs as he looks at you with hooded eyes.

your fingers eventually dip in the waistband of his sweatpants, “can i take this off, lovey?”

you’ve never seen a man nod so fast in your life. “p-please..”, he stutters out. the way his brown curls bounce makes your heart skip a few beats.

if you stare long enough you can see the way his thighs tremble as they’re exposed to not only the air of his bedroom, but your lust filled eyes. there’s no doubt that he’s already hard as rock beneath his boxers, and the dark wet spot where the tip of his cock lays makes you drool.

bob is used to these situations being rushed and hasty. getting off with only a few glances at the face bringing him short-lived pleasure. the anxiety that wormed its way into all his past encounters was enough to dull everything else. now, the way you take your time with him, as if you’re unwrapping a present, always makes him weak.

you lean down and press your wet lips to his cloth covered cock. the scent of him when you inhale only spurs you on more, and you feel your own arousal continue to brew.

bob’s hips jerk involuntarily, and it makes you giggle. your tongue laps up his shaft before you close your lips around the tip. bob tries taking a deep breath, albeit a little shaky, to calm his nerves but it doesn’t work. his eyes flutter close as he murmurs to himself, swearing this is the best high he's ever felt. your fingertips hook into his boxers to shimmy them down and the loss of the heat from your mouth is substantial.

his cock bobs from the motion and hits his clenched tummy. you lightly press his length up against his lower belly, brushing the velvet skin with your fingertips. as you trail them south against his balls he whimpers. his hips twitch and it would be almost endearing if you didn't feel like you were literally dying to have his weeping cock in your mouth. the longer you went without tasting him the more you felt like you were slipping away. casting your eyes upwards, you knew the man above you had no idea of the chokehold he had you in.

“anyone ever touched you here, bob?” you breathe. as if they were a magnet, you can't pull yourself away. the thin skin feels buttery smooth against your fingertips and the action has bob quivering. the tremble of his thighs matches the one in his voice.

“I-“ his shakes his head. “uh, n-no.” he stutters out. his pink tongue wets his bottom lip. you want to thumb at the crease between his brows but you're still unsure if you'll ever be able to pull your hand away.

“then i guess im the first, huh?” you wink up at him.

his mouth falls open and he chokes on air while a shaky hand brushes his curls out of his eyes. your hand stills and you look at him, he knows you expect an answer. his answer comes so quick it's as if your hand is his only lifeline, like he's already wasting away without it's touch.

"yeah- yes!" he whines. "only you.. n-no one else". his eyes are frantic like he's worried you won't believe him. like you'd get up and leave him leaking and desperate. as if you'd rather be anywhere else right now.

your patient hand has moved from stroking to cupping the heavy globes that you swear are already beginning to tighten. before bob's eyes shut again you swear you see the faintest glint of gold.

you lean forward and wrap your lips around his flushed tip, suckling at the soft skin. you dart your tongue to collect the next crystal bead before pulling away and letting a drop of your spit hit it.

"mm", you hum. "tastes so good, honey. so perfect.."

bob’s teeth sink into his bottom lip so hard you're surprised he isn't bleeding.

your left hand strokes up and down his calf and your right one moves grabs the base of his cock. your hand squeezes as it moves up to milk another drop from his tip.

bob whines louder when you moan around his cock, your tongue dipping down to lick at the soft skin of his shaft.

"could drink from your cock all day, hun. you makin' all this for me?", you lap up another drop. his length throbs in your hand as he nods.

your words make him flush a deeper shade of red every time you have him like this, not used to the layers the verbal stimulation adds. he's more used to quiet grunts and silent nods of consent.

"yeah, I-" he relaxes enough to let out a breathy laugh, although you don't miss the way it gets caught in his throat. "can't help it.. feels s'good..".

his salty precum and obvious desperation has your mouth watering. you spit over the sensitive skin of his balls and lean down to spread it around with your tongue. "oh!' bob whimpers. his milky thighs spread wider once you finally take one into your mouth. for a second, your own eyes close at the taste of him on your tongue and the smell of him flooding your brain. slightly earthy with the smell of his lavender laundry soap bleeding through, so undeniably bob.

you release it with a pop, switching to the neglected one. bob's thighs are now held open by your hands, your nails sinking into them makes him squirm even more. if he could see the way he's spread on top of your soft blankets, shamelessly baring his most intimate places to you, he'd be cherry red in the face. the thought brings a small smile to your busy lips.

more spit has spread across his balls now and you make a show of swirling your tongue through it. it's dirty and new and has him teetering on the edge of an orgasm already. when you duck to fit the bottoms of both of them in your mouth, his eyes gloss over. he isn't even trying to keep still anymore. the muscles of his abs clench as he grinds his pelvis against your slick mouth. his slender fingers wrap around your hands against his thighs and squeeze when you pull away to breathe.

spit is slipping down to the flushed skin of his perineum, and while his mind is forcing him to try and catch his breath, yours is flipping through all the ways to make him whine. your hand massages his balls slowly, eyes taking in the gorgeous sight of a wrecked bob reynolds in front of you.

it's only a few seconds before he's begging, "please don't stop! please, y/n. need your hands o-on me. been good... right?" he murmurs. " 've been good.. m'being good for you.."

"oh, bob." you coo. "you are being so good. always so, so good." he nods so fast it's surprising his head doesn't fall off his neck. "I know, lovey. you got me. always so good, bob."

even through the unshed tears, even though your hand massaging his aching balls has his mind a mess, he's focused on you. he'd do anything on this earth, or through any other universe, to keep your hands on him. anything to hear your gentle praise.

you purse your lip and spit on his cock, then your thumb slips to meet it as it dribbles past his balls. his perineum is slippery but firm as your thumb rubs the spit against the untouched skin there.

"can I touch you, here-" ,you apply more pressure with the pad of your thumb, "-baby? hmm?"

"p-please, ugh" he begs. you figure he's been patient enough by now, rewarding him by taking his tip into your mouth.

he's just a symphony of nonstop moans and whines once you double down. the suction of your cheeks against the sides of his rock-hard length have him moaning like it's his job. his balls roll against your fingertips, his hips pressing your thumb harder against the taut skin between them and his asshole.

"m'gonna cum.. I can't.. can't hold it. oh fuck, i'm cumming!" he shouts. "m'cum- cumming!" his stutters are followed by the heavy throb of his cock.

and he wasn't lying. his cum is thick and plenty, filling your mouth and dribbling out when you pull off him. you swallow quickly and stretch to grab a swig of water off the nightstand. bob grabs at you with shaky hands as he tries to catch his breath. he immediately curls into the warmth of your chest, hooded eyes staring into yours. he's gotten comfortable enough to get past awkwardly freezing up after sex but still needs to hear your voice of comfort and praise, needs to know he did a good job.

"that feel good, hun?" your fingers sweep his hair off his clammy forehead. the smile that's on his pink lips is one of content and pleasure.

"yes, thank you", he giggles. "I um," he swallows before continuing, "really liked when you touched me.." you smile at him.

"I mean when you.. uh, touched my... balls?" his awkward giggle makes you laugh. "I.. yeah. I really liked that, thank you".

the way he fumbled through the sentence, and the fact that he felt like he had to thank you for that, spurs you to press a long kiss to his hairline.

"just like makin' you feel good, bob."

he murmurs a quiet "thank you" before trying to bury his face further into your chest, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"just wait until I show you all of the other places that feel good.." you say with a smirk.

"o-oh" bob lets out a squeak. as if didn't feel like his cheeks were burning enough already, they definitely felt like they had gone up in flames now. without giving him a second to keep overthinking, you moved to pull him out of bed.

"let's go shower, lovey".

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[wtfforged]

daily zoro rations to keep the world spinning

[0fps]

"If you would've just agreed to my terms, we could've avoided all of this nonsense!" "I agree to your terms." "But you're just so obsessed with… Hang on. What did you say?"

bonus:

[fluttytheflutt]

old man yaoi

[kedreeva]

I need you to understand that the very straight and immediate line from someone's very confident "I don't like mice/I've handled mice before so I know what they're like" to joyous wonder as they hold the first calm, friendly mouse they've ever held and murmur "they're so soft/sweet/warm/gentle" practically to themselves is basically a drug

"I work at a petstore," says the young man with much disdain, "so I don't really need to hold another one. I know what they're like."

"These aren't petstore mice," I say, as I turn my hand over and the mouse holds on tighter. "They're not like any mouse you've ever held," I say, as I close my hand gently around the mouse and flip her onto her back for a second so I can touch her mouth and demonstrate how difficult it would be to get one of my mice to bite.

"I'm sure you've handled them extensively from a very young age, though."

"They haven't been handled before today, except to be moved into clean cages." She arranges herself in my hand and cleans her face. "Are you sure you don't want to hold one?"

He opens his hands, and she pours from my hand into his like a viscous liquid. She is soft and warm and sweet, and his entire face lights up when she hunkers down onto his warm hand and closes her eyes.

"....She's changing my mind."

"They tend to do that when you leave it open."

He took her and two companions home.

[bugthingsdaily]

today's bug thing is this insect computer mouse!