#inscents

[beebop-farm]

[felidaefatigue]

greasin myself up in coconut oil after a shower post painting a cabinet for like 4 hours as a treat

[peacekeeperangel]

Don’t you just hate it when that happens?

[cgclarkphoto]

Smoking -  cg photography

[angelltheninth]

Bolin with a Praise Kink

Pairing: Bolin x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, praise kink, big cock, dom to sub Bolin, Bolin is a cinnamon roll

A/N: This was a request on my old blog and I wanted to write it out here.

"Oof." You groan as your body is slammed on the couch in the tiny living room of Bolin's appartment. He just got out of Pro-Bending practice and still has pleanty of energy to spare as evident by him scooping you up in his arms with easy.

"Got you right where I want you." He kissed against your jaw as he climbed in top of you, his knees pushing your legs apart to make room for his bulky frame. You wrapped your arms around his neck to encourage deeper strokes, longer, but also rougher. Bolin was gentle, aware of his streangth, his build and how easily your smaller size could be dwarfed by him. But when he made love to you he wanted to make you feel every inch of his fat cock.

You didn't mind that he used his muscles and size to his advantage. Quite the opposite. Your cunt squeezed and squelched around his dick, back arching upwards, moans bouncing off the walls to let him know how much you enjoyed it.

"So good... focus on... right there...! Yes, that's a good boy." Bolin's cock gave a needy pulse in your pussy, his hips rocking the couch forward. "You like that?"

He mumbled inconherant words before burying his head between your tits. "Could you... say that again?" His question didn't come without inscentive. The couch cushins potested under his cock being thrust deep. "Need to fucus here. This spot here." As if he didn't know how to make you feel good he asked for your approval.

Big green eyes pleaded, his lips opening and closing every time your cunt clenched around him.

"You already know but if you need to hear it..." The bubbly earthbender nodded, stomach clenching in anticipation. "...Bo, you know how good your dick feels? I can't stop thinking about it. About... you... fucking me after every match... needing me to take your cock like this..." Heat pooled at the pit of your stomach. Bolin hugged you close, urging you to keep talking. "You want to fill me don't you? Yeah, do it. Be a good boy, Bo, give me your cock, I want you to shove it in deep, open my pussy up like only you can."

Bolin groaned as he bottomed out over and over, his cock pulsing within you. Your tight pussy clenched around him, trying to keep him in there. Although you had a tendency to leave marks on him he didn't care, even if his team saw them. Small price to pay to feel your hot, sloppy hole tighten around him and your voice interrupted with constant moans as you came.

[fymo-blogs]

Can we get a inscent burner stimboard? PLEASE

Of course!

Warning for (controlled) fire and (mentioned) incest below cut!

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Incest Incense stimboard

Requested by: @krait-the-realest

Song:

[misterier]

hiya <3 random request but could you write headcanons or something small with red guy and a chubby reader, with red being soft and comforting about their weight (and also just letting them vibe and eat food together without shame) ty ty!!! hugs

| :0 yeah ofc!! this is gonna be really short but it's so cute omg 😭 I hope you like it

ty for requesting<3

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- adores you frfr and finds you stunning even if he doesn't say it often

- he makes you food all the time

- if you don't eat it he mentally sobs 💀

- if you become insecure/tell him that's why your not eating he will actually slap you over the head and tell you to just eat

- he doesn't give two shits

- he made this for you and your going to eat it

- your beautiful/handsome anyway so what's the problem???

- you don't feel well? take a shower, turn on some music burn some inscents??

- if that doesn't work he'll come back and apologize

- he'll get the food he already made and put it on a tray with candles and a small edible flower he stole from yellow guys collection

- if it works he'll stay with you and help you eat if you need him to

- when you finish he'll mumble 'thank you'

- however when your not feeling down, he loves when you just chill and eat with him while watching tv

- something about it is so comforting to him and he adores it

- when you guys chill together and eat sometimes he'll just look at you and give you the biggest comfort smile know to man before bringing the fork up to his mouth, he just stares at you with such happiness in his eyes because he just loves you so much for just being you and caring about him.

- he loves soft moments like that with you ☹️

[opelia-region-fkmn]

One of the oldest designs I've made for Opelia. Meet Topid and Scentenery! The inscent ghost/fairy line! Deceptively intimidating, or absolutely adorable, they make lovely companions!

[rendy-a]

So I had a semi fever dream, where Yuu (in your interpretation of self aware au) accidentally left a pencil after their class or smt. And the whole cast was fighting for that stupid thing lmao

Idk for some reason I just find it very amusing when 'smart' characters fight over something stupid and insignificant-

(PS it's not a request, just me vomiting nonsense in here)

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They absolutely would! I think each character has some area dedicated to the player. Malleus probably keeps a gem encrusted shrine in his room. Kalim has a corner of the treasure room where he lights inscents in your honor. Rook doesn't have physical things, but he has so many photos. Also, he pastes them on his ceiling so he can look at your face as he falls asleep.

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You hide another yawn behind your hand; it had been a long history lesson. "Prefect," Professor Trein calls. You sit up alert, "Yes sir?" He nods at the acknowledgment, "After class, I'd like you to help me carry the stack of assignments back to the teacher's lounge." You nod in agreement, grabbing your books, collecting the stack of scrolls and then following Trein into the hall.

As you leave, several students depart and a few remain to chat or put together their notes before going. There was no rush to leave or stay, after all, The Player had left so there was no longer anything interesting to see here. Or was there?

"Hey," Heartslabuyl A says and tosses an eraser at Savannahclaw B, "look." The annoyed beastman scoffs at the eager student but does turn to see what has caught his eye. There on the desk, The Player's desk(!), sat a lone pencil left behind in the shuffle.

The two students meet eyes and silently ask, 'What should we do?' Savannahclaw B finally let's out a strained laugh, "Just a pencil, right? No one comes looking for those." Then he stands with exaggerated ease and starts moving to the desk.

Quickly, Heartslabuyl A leaps up and rushes to the desk, "But we should probably return it, right? I mean, Housewarden Riddle would probably freak out if we didn't." By now, both boys are standing at the desk looking greedily at the pencil. "So don't tell him," replies Savannahclaw B.

"Hey guys! What's so interesting over here?" says Octavinelle C, joining the crowd. "Nothing!" shout the two in unison. It's such a strange response that Octavinelle C looks around more carefully and sees the pencil. 'A pencil?' he thinks curiously. He isn't in Octavinelle for nothing, though, and slowly, he analyses the situation. 'No, The Player's pencil!'

The three are now circling the desk containing the precious pencil. Then one makes a move. Suddenly, each finds himself grabbing a part of the pencil in a mad tug-of-war. "I saw it first!" yells Heartslabuyl A. "Surely we can make a deal," Octavinelle C says from gritted teeth. "You think because I'm a prey animal that I won't rip you to shreds? Keep holding this pencil and find out!" Savannahclaw B growls.

A door slams behind them and a familiar voice says, "Hey guys, has anyone seen..." At the sound of the Player's voice, they let go of the pencil and all turn guiltily to look at the Player.

You notice your classmates are behaving weirdly, but when are they not? You'd reached your next class before noticing you'd lost your pencil and went to retrace your steps looking for it. Since they are all clustered around your desk for reasons unknown, you slide in between them carefully and, yes! there is your pencil. "Ah, there it is," you say as you pick up the pencil, "Thanks for guarding it for me." You joke before heading off to class, leaving three very disappointed students behind you.

[treetownconfessions]

Follow up; my review of The Crackpet Show happy tree freinds dlc.

The base game is atrocious. It’s boring. You get thrown in, no story, rhyme, reason. No atmospheric storytelling. And sure, games don’t really need that. But where the fuck does this game take place? You run through normal ass looking rooms with a gun shooting weird things. But you have an announcer and audience??? Like it’s a game show? And the characters look like stuffed animals with seams and stuff? Not to mention the feel. It’s clunky controls and the shooting is unnatural and un-intuitive. There’s no inscentive to play, and there’s barely any progresion to make, as far as I’ve played. This game had only one saving grace, the happy tree freinds dlc. It doesn’t change anyting, just makes lump the announce. I’m falling asleep as I’m writing thivaehs can you tekk??’ My wring int usually this bad on myst really tired. I fell asleep for 2 minutes with my phone in my hand just laying here bot doubt anytiibf. And semd

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[ja3gerb0mbb]

bloodsucker chapter 2: photograph

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word count: 3k

content warning: none

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it was three am when i got back. i had just about enough energy to kick off my shoes, and throw myself onto the bed. my memory is cloudy after watching eren leave. jean probably took me and sasha home; he always does. even with my head feeling like mush,  my mind refused to turn off; i just started at the ceiling. eren was coursing through my thoughts like the alcohol ran through my veins. i kept asking myself why i seemed to care as much as i did. it’s just the draw from having mutual friends, is all  i chalked it up to.  

i flip over my phone next to me, checking the time. 5:42 it read. what the fuck? have i really just been laying here? i unzip my dress, pulling it off, before going to find a t-shirt to wear. for the first time tonight, i slip under the covers of my bed. looking toward my window, i notice it’s raining. nothing new. fall starts early in oregon. 

suddenly, my mind sobers up and my thoughts become clear as day. shivers are sent down my spine, and the hair on my neck seems to stand up. i adjust my position on the bed, sitting up to fully face the window. the dark that covers the earth blocks me from getting a good view, but i can't shake the feeling there are eyes on me yet again. 

the inscent blaring of my alarm woke me up just five hours later. my eyelids felt like they were glued together. today was another literature class. quickly, i threw the warm and comforting sheets off me to get dressed. honestly, the only motivation i had was the allure of eren. would he even show? with his previous track record i wasn’t sure.  

did i even want to see him? after last night.. i didn’t know. his hasty absence felt like it was my fault. but how could that be? we’ve barely spoken to each other, if you could even say that. with the damp whether, i opted for an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans. before leaving the dorm, i grabbed a monster. five hours was not going to be enough after the night i had. 

eren was already sitting down; in the same seat as yesterday. that’s good, right? there were a lot of empty seats, he could’ve just switched if he really wanted to. or he just didn’t care enough to. i carefully made my way up the steps, once again hyper aware of my body. overthinking is such a bitch. i pulled the chair beside him out, and he made no move. his eyes stayed trained on the front of the room.

“you were at reiner’s party,” it was more of a statement i spoke. i didn’t like his attitude towards me; but maybe he just needed to warm up to people. he briefly tipped his head in my direction, but his eyes made no contact with mine, “so were you,” his voice has lost all of the husk from yesterday. as i was about to make a snide remark, ackerman had walked into the room. still, eren didn’t seem to be in a talking mood. ever apparently. 

throughout the lecture, i found myself sneaking constant glances at the boy next to me, again. instead of being tied back, his hair was down and fell around his face. but he wore the same look on his face; exhausted. eventually i tuned back into the lecture when i heard “project.”

“-- research paper on the anglo saxon’s work. you can pick any you want, but you will be doing this with a partner since i will be expecting fifteen pages minimum,” groans were heard around the classroom. i glanced over at eren, who had no change in facial expression despite the hefty assignment just given. did he already know of someone he was going to work with? fuck. i looked around the room at my classmates for the first time to scope out my options. definitely not floch, i thought as i spotted his orange hair. 

when class ended, i took one more glance at eren who showed no acknowledgement towards me before making my way out of class. i decided decompressing with jean would lighten the brick in my stomach and changed directions to the dorms on the southside of campus. a few moments later, i felt a hand on my shoulder through my jacket, and turned toward it, slightly stunned. looking into my eyes were the green ones that belonged to eren. my eyes widened, and he didn’t make a move to say anything, almost as if grabbing me caught him off guard too. 

“do you already have a partner?” he asked with a huff, annoyed almost. “um, no,” i responded. 

“then you’ll do it with me,” he demanded with a flat tone. “your dorm or the library,” he asked but neither felt like he was granting me the option. i didn’t feel comfortable working in libraries; too many distractions which might work out well in this case. i contradicted myself by saying “dorm,” anyway. he tilted his head down in agreement, and he turned around. a few seconds later, i blinked and he was gone. i was taken aback, and fervently searched my surroundings: right, left, behind. but he was gone. 

he might’ve been a total ass, but i couldn’t keep the butterflies from fluttering in my chest. there was something about him that allured me. i shook my head in an attempt to scatter the feelings. before i could start walking again, my phone went off.

727 xxx xxx:

it’s eren

you:

hi eren

eren >:(

when did you wanna start

you:

does tmrw work?

eren >:(

yeah, 2pm ?

you liked a message

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the light outside slowly started to become dimmer as the sun set. jean’s dorm always had the best sunset views. with the ‘flannel’ candle burning, the ambiance in the room was almost romantic. but the sounds of ghasts growling on the monitor definitely ruined it. we played minecraft frequently, and tonight was no different. 

“fuck!” i yelled, “fucking skeletons keep killing me!” i lightly threw the controller in front of me. it had already been the third time i was killed in the nether, and i was over it. i got up from jean’s bed, pacing around the room. “can you chill? you’re worse than connie,” jean teased me. i rolled my eyes, and started fiddling with random things around his room. jean was used to me  snooping, but this time something new was in his nightstand when i opened the drawer. 

it was a picture of two boys. for a second the sounds from the monitor and clicking controller went silent as i realized it was jean. and the other boy eren. they both looked so different, it might’ve been taken as far back as high school.

jean was skinner, and his hair was shorter and styled differently. he still looked like himself. i couldn’t say the same for eren. instead of hair long enough to tie back, he had an undercut. jean still had a few inches on him in this picture, but the biggest change was his face. it was fuller, and there was a light in his eyes he was missing nowadays. his smile reached from ear to ear. i’ve never seen him smile… the picture was cut short by a torn edge on the left side. like someone had ripped it in half. 

“why so silent,” jean asked, taking a quick glance over, paying half attention. he did a double take, this time actually looking at what i was holding. “damn y/n, always a snoop, don’t touch that,” he said, peeling the picture from my hands. he walked it to the other side of the room, placing it in his wardrobe this time. “sorry,” i started. looking up at him, jean was staring at the floor.

“i didn’t know you were friends. i thought you guys hated each other.” his response came quick, “we do.” jean didn’t want to talk about it, but i did. anytime the group mentioned eren, jean was tightlipped. the only remarks he made ridiculed eren; i figured they never got along. 

“so.. what happened?” i asked. he looked over at me this time; his eyes were sad, blank. just like erens. he took a deep breath in, and let it out long before he responded to me. “he fooled around with historia our first year here. and you know historia,” i laughed though my nose. 

“then we started fooling around. i didn’t think it was a big deal. at least, eren never made it seem like he and historia were a big deal. i still don’t think they were, but he got so mad at me.” the sadness had returned to jean’s eyes. “we got into a fight, and before either of us tried to make amends, he was just… gone. no one heard anything from him for a whole fucking year. we all just assumed he was in love with historia and couldn’t take it.” he was staring at the floor again. i walked the distance to him, crawling over the bed. “i’m sorry jean-boy,” teasing him to lighten the mood. 

my hands were wrapped around his torso in a half hug. jean pushed me off, “fuck you,” he laughed out. he reached his hand out to mess up my hair before saying, “stay away from jaeger, y/n. he’s not like he used to be.” it didn’t come as a surprise; even i could tell something was off. 

he walked away, grabbing the controller i threw earlier, and shoved it back into my hands. “come on, i need help getting blaze rods,” he said with a light smile. i went back to playing the game, but i wasn’t really paying attention as i mulled over jean’s story the rest of the night. it made sense; in theory. but historia was never one to get serious with anyone at all. even ymir; they have a complicated ‘relationship.’ it was hard to imagine the eren i knew falling in love that like, but people change i guess. 

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the next day, school work started to pile up. after procrastinating for the first few days, i had a ton of deadlines to meet tonight. a knock at the door drew my attention away from the laptop. i knew i was the only one home, so i went to answer it. behind the door was eren, i can’t believe i fucking forgot! 

i pulled the door wider, inviting him inside, “is it already two?” i became self conscious, knowing i hadn’t bothered to put myself together today. “yeah, is it not a good time?,” his voice finally displayed some sort of emotion. he raked his eyes across my face, i diverted my gaze down in response. 

“no it’s fine, just set up on the table,” i point to the sorry excuse we had for a dining table. it was an old beer table from reiner we set up while waiting for our furniture to ship. i made my way back to my room to get materials for the projects. did i give him my dorm number? the question nagged at the back of my mind. i blurted the thought out. he gazed over at me, keeping his features and tone even and dull, “i asked sasha.”

“oh,” was all i said. my feelings were.. hurt? maybe he texted me and i didn’t see it in time? maybe he didn’t want to bother me? it was easier to come up with excuses than face the fact that he would rather text my roommate for our number than me. whatever. 

i pretended to know what i was flipping the pages of my book for. “any ideas on what text we should analyze?” he asked while tying his hair back. his veins popped out on his exposed forearms and i had to adjust the way i was sitting. before responding, i had to swallow the knot in my throat, “i’m not set on anything, maybe judith?”

eren didn’t take his eyes off his laptop. “it’s kinda short for fifteen pages,” he trailed, “i was thinking beowulf.”it surprised me he was taking initiative. his lack of expression led me to believe i would be doing this project all by myself. “beowulf works.”

we worked for a solid two hours; rereading the text and forming our ideas on themes. he might’ve been putting in effort, but it was strictly school related. don’t complain, i tried to convince myself it was okay he didn’t make it personal. even with all the time we had spent, we weren’t close to finishing. “do you want to take a coffee break?” i asked, “there’s a dutch right down the street.” 

“sure, my car?” i nodded as we made our way out the door. i wasn’t expecting him to walk toward the all blank bmw m4. damn. eren made his way to the passenger door, and to my surprise, opened it. the gesture was sweet, but his face showed a veil of annoyance. the car’s inside was pristine; like no one had ever even driven it before. it’s not what i would’ve expected from him. 

the short drive there would’ve been silent if not for the music playing. fidgeting with my fingers was the only thing that seemed to pass the time; too scared to really say anything to him. he reached his hand over, turning the volume dial down, “what do you want?”

“blended redbull,” i spoke, my voice scratchy from barely using it the whole day. he nodded and placed our orders with the overly-friendly dutch employees (ifykyk). when he handed my drink over, i had the courage to talk while the music was still down. “thanks…”

“you’re not much of a talker,” i realized how rude it sounded as soon as i said it, and it was confirmed when he shot a glare my way. “you aren’t either,” he sipped from his latte. “yeah, because you don’t seem to want to talk to me.”

“i don’t want to talk to anyone,” eren’s gaze was back on the road. his features were still, but i noticed his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. it must’ve been a pretty hard grip since his arm muscles started to flex with the pressure. 

“geez..” i scoffed, “any reason, or just not a people person,” the taunt was light, but it was there. 

“i have to have a reason?” he phrased it as a statement. logic told me this was just how eren was. but my mind kept making up its own excuses; telling me he just has something against me. “is it because i’m friends with jean?’

“what?” he seemed genuinely surprised by my asking. “do you not talk to me because i’m friends with jean?” i reiterated. 

he looked away from the road, back into my eyes. i could see the fire in them now. i was pissing him off, “why would jean have anything to do with that?”

“he’s the reason you left, no?” i presumed. jean wouldn’t lie to me, and he sounded sincere. “no. he’s not.” eren’s answer was definitive. bringing his gaze back on the road once more, his jaw ticked shut. it somehow became even sharper, and i could faintly hear the grinding of his teeth. i took that as my sign to shut the fuck up. whatever was going on was bigger than me, bigger than our friends. 

the car made a sharp turn back in the parking lot. eren pulled into a spot with his foot still on the accelerator. he slammed on the breaks, and shoved the gear shift in park. his movements were fast and angry, but not aggressive. just rushed. like he wanted to be anywhere but here. with me. eren opened his door, exiting the car so i mimicked his movements. we made our way back to my dorm, but he led the way as if it were his own we were going back to. 

grabbing his things, he didn’t bother to pack them. just grabbed them within his arms, “we’ll finish it another day,” once again he left no room for disagreement. “i’m sorry, i didn-”

“don’t apologize.” he shot me a look of what looked like disgust. his face had gone back to being blank, but his eyes were still blazing. they had life in them again, but this time it wasn’t happiness that awakened it like the picture with jean. eren was out the door in a split second, the sound of the door closing was the only thing my mind registered. i stood in the living room in the dim light, in awe for a few moments. he gets set off easily.. i guess. i might be able to pry with my friends, but it was off limits around eren.

maybe it’s fucked up to be happy that i made him angry. but that’s what i was. i finally got something out of him that wasn’t entirely emotionless. it proved he was even human. the feeling didn’t last long; he crumbled everything i thought i knew about the situation regarding his disappearance. now i was no closer to figuring it out than when i met him. it doesn’t matter, i kept repeating to myself, trying desperately to believe it. i still had a night full of deadlines; so i pushed my emotions as far down as they would go and focused on what was real and in front of me. 

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[pokemoncryptids]

oh yeah delta.. sorry to spam asks n shit but. you try to catch weird pokemon right? once youre back in unova maybe investigate the clay tunnel ruins. saw some weird mons there last time i went.

-@runicsorceress

(talk with me ooc if u wanna know more sometime lol. if not, i get it dw)

I don't always catch them, but yeah.

Once I've gotten this job done I could look into it.

I usually don't investigate things without monetary inscentive, but if the pokemon arent dangerous it could be some good training for Tari

Could you tell me more?

[hottopichousewife]

New inscentive to get people to follow:

Every time someone follows it sends a signal to a vibrator lasting however many followers i have (ex. 50 followers = 50 sec, 100 = 100 sec, etc)

[flsocklover]

Doing push-ups with my worn socks and sneakers right under my face. InSCENTive to do more

[mossworldsstuff]

pass the happy! * when you get, this reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 more people! get sending. 💖💐

I betcha I don't fuck this up this time @nicole-n-tha-middle 😁 At the moment, 1. This cold beer that I just cracked open 2. Rain by Bob James playing in the background 3. My sandalwood inscents burning 4. Just finished my laundry 5. About to pull my Chicken Parmesan outta the oven right now! Thanks for thinking bout ME!!!😌🖤����

[live-free-be-immortal]

Burning inscents smoking a fat blunt