#you smell like trouble

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

I can totally see #6 with Heisenberg and y/n in YSLT

So can I, bestie!

😈😈😈

"... feels good, doesn't it?"

You hear him talking to you. It's impossible not to, of course, with the two of you mashed together, cheek-to-cheek. With you draped over him like a shawl.

A sweating, quivering, needy little shawl.

"Huh ...?" you ask hazily. He said something. A question. Of that you're certain. Beyond that, the details are a bit fuzzy.

You're not sure how Lord Heisenberg talked you into getting within grabbing distance.

You're also not clear on how he coaxed you into his lap. It must have taken some doing on his part ... Surely, you didn't just straddle his thighs without a good enough reason.

Right?

"I said," he whispers in your ear, the grin audible in his voice, "my thigh feels good, doesn't it?"

You nod, your face still buried in his neck. You can't look at him right now. You're mortified enough at the sounds coming out of you right now as you grind back and forth, the breathy little whimpers that are making him chuckle.

"Uh. Uh-huh," you pant, hips still swerving circle-eights, your needy, throbbing pussy rocking against Karl's hard thigh, clenching greedily on itself.

You slow down for just a moment, trying to get a grip on yourself, but he's not having any of that.

Karl's huge hands slide rudely down the back of your pants, startling you as he grabs a big handful of your ass. He jerks your hips forward in a rough approximation of the way you were moving before you tried to stop.

"My Lord, please -"

"Keep going."

You make a weak protest, made even weaker by the fact that you still can't lift your head. Your arms tighten around his neck.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going ... C'mon, you're almost there, I can feel it ..."

You resume the rhythm from before. He still won't let go, along for the ride and jerking you hard whenever you falter or slow down.

With his scent and yours clinging to the air, intermingling in the cloud of heat enveloping the both of you, with his hands burning twin brands into your bare bottom, you couldn't stop your orgasm if you tried.

It slams through you relentlessly, spiraling out from your needy clit as your cunt grips and grips and grips on nothing. You wail that you're cumming, practically sobbing it over and over, but Karl doesn't stop until he's satisfied that he's wrung every lingering aftershock out of you. Until you're collapsed against him like a limp little ragdoll, held aloft only by his hands.

He holds you away from him, getting a nice, long look at your face. He's holding your face, smirking brazenly at the mess he's made of you. "Sweet thing," he murmurs before he kisses you, surpringly gentle in his victory.

He doesn't gloat for very long, though, opting to pull you back into his arms.

“See what you get when you behave?” he says.

"Y ... Yes, my L ... Yes, Karl ... Yes ..."

"Good girl. Now ..."

He grabs your hips again, but this time he shifts you upwards. You're not straddling his thigh anymore. You straddling ... him.

The whole hot, hard, unforgiving length of him.

"... What do you suppose I get in return?"

- M. 💕💕💕

[lbhslefttiddie]

immediately she regretted asking

[freddieslater]

28. Feed for the fic-title thing :D good luck with your writing!!

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that! (So, I basically wrote this entire fic since it was a short one anyway, so thank for you requesting this one lmao)

<3

"I've gotta admit, I used to think I'd enjoy this a lot more."

Matt gives a grim laugh, wincing at the sharp pain that shoots up through his wrist and into his shoulder. Here's hoping that's not a lasting effect or else he's going to have a rough practice tomorrow.

Elena immediately pulls back, making him regret saying anything at all when he sees the look on her face. He knows the look well; he saw that same guilty expression the weeks just before they broke up. He didn't know but he did. At least then, her guilt made sense, though.

"Matt," she starts to say, shaking her head, "I'm so sorr-"

"Hey, hey, it was a joke," he tries to assure her. Instinct has him reaching out to rest a hand on the side of her neck because he knows...

He has to stop himself short, leaving his hand awkwardly between them for a second before he ultimately decides not to cross that line and drops it back to his side. He swallows the lump in his throat but it hasn't budged in about four years, why would it now?

Elena's face drops along with his hand and he feels he might as well have just ripped her heart out with his bare hands. Funny that, how it would be unforgivable if he hurt her like that. But not for them.

She rubs at her face as she turns away from him, dragging her fingers through her hair with a pained expression. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. None of this..."

Matt knows that. Elena knows that. Everyone in the universe knows that their lives were not supposed to end up like this. It has been the only thing he has thought every single morning when he wakes up and every night when he tries to sleep. Except he's not mad about it anymore. What's the point?

Heaving a deep sigh, he gives in this time to his instincts and wraps his arms around her. She leans into him without any hesitation, and so he holds her close to him.

"It's gonna be okay," he quietly promises her even though he doesn't know how that could ever possibly be true when any of the people in his life could kill him on a whim tomorrow and he'd be forgotten about in a week.

That thought stirs something bitter in him and it tries to climb his throat but he forces it back down as Elena turns her body in his arms and presses herself against him, hugging him tightly. She doesn't even fight his unreliable word because she wants it to be true just as much as he does.

He lands a kiss on the top of her head, allowing himself just this one thing. Just this one second where it's just them. No vampires, no werewolves, nothing. Just two people who know each other better than they know themselves at time and don't quite know how to untangle the mess they have made of each other and themselves in the process.

"Come on," he murmurs. "You need to finish feeding. You barely took any, you've gotta be starving."

"But it's hurting you."

"Then just... try a different way or something. Maybe it's because you're new to it. There's gotta be some kind of learning curve, right? Like swimming or football."

Elena lets out the smallest laugh at that. She raises her head to look up at him with a slight smile, then she sighs, glancing uncertainly at his neck. It still sends a cold shiver down his spine to be looked at like that. A bit like how he imagines lions look at deer.

But he knows, deep down, that he would allow himself to be caught if it meant ensuring Elena got to live another day. That's not new. He spent weeks after the first crash wishing he had driven her home instead, or that he hadn't convinced her to go to the party at all. He can't think about the other crash at all.

She gets him to tilt his head a few centimetres back, resting against the wall behind him. Her fingers brush the sensitive skin of his neck, resting at the base of his throat. Then she leans in and slowly sinks her teeth into the soft flesh.

It doesn't hurt. Well, there is a prickle of pain, but then it erupts into something warm and he's not sure it's pain at all anymore. He gasps softly when they get all the way beneath the surface. They're definitely there, he can feel them, but it's not obtrusive like it was before. They're just... there. In his neck.

Elena's hand slides up the other side of his neck to keep him still and stop herself from accidentally slipping either. His eyes flutter closed at the touch.

"That's... yeah, that's a lot better," he breathes out shakily.

A wave of disappointment actually washes over him when she pulls back. There's a trickle of his blood on her lip. His stomach turns inside out. Unfurling. He can't figure out if he's disturbed or...

"Was that enough?" he asks tightly, pressing a hand to the small wound on his neck.

She nods and quickly wipes her mouth, ducking her head as if to stop him from seeing like this. He tries again to swallow but it causes stars to pop up in front of his eyes. Elena gets him to sit down on the bench nearby. She keeps hold of his hand. If she can hear his racing heart (which she probably can), she doesn't say a thing about it.

Send me the title/number of a wip and make me write it!

[gay-artificer]

As soon as i saw you mention animal expresions and how we might not notice a flaring of nostrils or ears bending back or how much the head is raised i thought of using body odors as signals (i dont know if this would be relevant to the type of animal slugcats are). Like how animals can smell stress and all those sorts of stuff that it could be possibly that slugcat also used that to some extend?

The biggest conflict with scent based tells is that its kinda limited to a few communicating a few big things- and the fact that its rain world so its very wet and any scent based communication would probably be most effective peer-to-peer rather than long term due to things getting washed away. In the real world chemical communication is largely used by large animals in order to communicate things when youre not there, such as territory lines or what your current status is in terms of mate readiness so that things wandering your area don't have to encounter you directly to know things. I actually brought it up since the primary way a lot of slug-slugs communicate (although its basic things like sexual status) is actually via their slime trails containing cues that would be, effectively, unreadable to anything but other slugs. I also brought it up since you could interpret the 'ears' of slugcats as like rhinophores, a chemosensory organ in sea slugs. But you could absolutely have slugcats giving 'scared' smells off to their peers or communicating general emotional states easily. Personally I like to think slugcats do leave very strong chemical markers around their locations as they travel, so that nomadic traveling individuals can track each down and check up on each other! With their 'ears' actually being a very powerful sensory organ that lets them do this effectively despite the rain washing.

[missmaywemeetagain]

Ok so I’m AT Graceland today and here is the Vegas press conference suit. And I just had to tell someone who would understand.

One, Baby Darlin' I am so excited for you being at Graceland and for sharing with us, thank you and yay!!!!

But TWO: *SCREAMING CRYING* IT'S THE SUIT!!!! (Just imagine, lil' mamas--this is THE suit from Parts 1-4... 😘)

BUT WHERE IS THE PINK SCARF?!?!!?

(cuz I'm pretty damn sure the red thing is NOT it)

[cxpperhead]

Fruit is one of the things Copperhead loves eating the most but one fruit in particular is as troubling as it is delicious. That fruit would be none other than fresh pineapple, a delicacy that tastes incredible but also has the nasty drawback of burning his tongue and screwing with his Jacobson's Organ. After consuming pineapple, Copperhead will be unable to pick up scents for a few hours until his tongue has recovered from the acid burns, making it a rare and risky treat.

[martianbugsbunny]

There was an event I went to today where some artists were doing free henna tattoos and I thought I'd give it a try because henna is so pretty and this one stencil reminded me inexplicably of Aziraphale, no I can't explain why, it just kinda gave him

[grinchwrapsupreme]

my boss is leaving work early tomorrow during a very important and stressful day in order to go see beyonce and then is immediately leaving on vacation to barcelona for two weeks while we're literally in tech for the most difficult and temperamental show of the year and i'm extremely pissed off about it but i'm not as pissed off as i should be because our head tech called him Vacation Boy behind his back yesterday and that's soothed the sting some

[inkmaze]

actually had a very sweet interaction w/ someone today- she was going round offering these free little bottles of beard oil to guys (w beards), because she said 'men tend to get less focus on valentines'- apparently she and her partner make the oil blends themselves! idk it was sweet enough thought, n I got three lil bottles outta it ✌️

[smuggsy]

Some BBC Ghosts MARY HEADERS for anonymous

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

have some out of context YSLT spoilers, won't you?

to tide you over, but also as PROOF that I do have at least a lil bit written 😭

tw: implied intimidation, being cornered/crowded from behind, a/b/o elements (specifically scent kink and pheremones), mention of yelling at one's partner

[transcript ID:]

You hear him standing behind you.

Then he moves closer, and you can feel him standing there now, too; his body heat radiates against your back like the furnace in the workshop.

He comes even closer still. Now you feel his breath on the back of your neck.

You hold yourself unnaturally still, your hands tightening involuntarily on the produce in your hands. You force your grip to relax only so far, not wanting two handfuls of crushed tomatoes dripping everywhere any more than you want to just drop them altogether.

You feel his breath again, this time in fragmented gusts:

Sniff. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Sniff.

Oh, god, you think miserably. Oh, no. Please, no.

“… Are you getting wet,” your Lord sneers, “from me yelling at you?”

[thislittlekumquat]

We've arrived at the part of the weekend where I try to compose a note in my head that doesn't sound shitty that I leave for my neighbor asking them to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD STOP GROWING WEED IN THE APARTMENT BELOW MINE.

[babehog]

I get so fucking depressed over not being allowed to have ANY ODOUR like what the fuck. Got complaints at my job because apparently people have thought I smell bad. And this isn't something new for me either. All my life I've heard I smell bad, that my sweat smells "weird". People have told me I smell like a foreigner, like I'm not Swedish, like I don't care for my hygiene. Sometimes I'll shower and before I've even had the time to dry myself off I've started sweating a little and allready have my "smell" on me again.

And I know dear reader you're probably scoffing at me rn going "pfft lol why not use perfume or deoderant, I bet you don't actually wash yourself" and I just have to say please fucking hit yourself in the head 10 times. I'm allergic to 99% of deodorant (metal allergy and sensitive to drying from alcohol) and even the ones I haven't had reactions to haven't fucking done anything.

We need to destigmatize smell honestly. In our modern society everyone is expected to smell like fucking roses and green apples and fresh cotton and if you visibly sweat or smell even a little funky you get ostracized. I shouldn't have to feel ashamed because you can't tolerate some natural body smells. I'm not sayinh anyone has to huff my pits or anything just don't frown at me don't force me to use antiperspirant because it FUCKS my body UP. When did we accept antiperspirant as the norm in society

[cloneboywonder]

I said “oh swag ?” to a cashier at the mall today 😭

[freebagels]

Worst thing to be before starting a new year in arts faculty is uninspired :(

[spoopy-sloth]

Bruh, guess who stood up against an upset customer today?