#ais: bite the bad dog

[sparrowsupportgroup]

manifesting an arc where we’re violently separated from Ais during his route; he tries his best to protect us but he ultimately fails.

even better if his fatal flaw is the inciting incident to this hypothetical separation — his destructive nature will always ruin his personal relationships, making him all the lonelier because of it.

imagine all the angst and trauma potential with Ais, who is still silently reeling from the tragic departing of his old gang due to his calamitous actions, losing someone else he is close to and cares for, and there’s nothing he could do about it because it’s all his fault.

i want him to feel absolutely HELPLESS in the fact that no matter how strong he is, he still cannot protect what he loves most because at his core, all he knows best is to destroy and cause ruin.

i just want a sad separation arc :(

[acinnamongirlsdiary]

This is soooo self indulgent but i hope yall love itttt!!!

Rex Sloan x reader x Mark Grayson

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

They're best friends.

Best friends who just so happen to kiss a lot.

Best friends who just so happen to care about you a lot.

An amount that they swear is normal but is a little too intimate.

They'll never admit this to anyone (well not until you're with them, where you belong) but they think your so fucking enchanting.

So when you invite them over for a movie night they can't just say no! But there is one massive issue...

You are so painfully shy. When ever they try to flirt or cuddle up to you, yearning for some kind of recognition, you'll get all blushy and hardly be able to respond.

Which they love, they swear! But they also love hearing your voice and they can't when you get so flustered you cant speak! And at a certain point they start wondering if it's even you being flustered! What if your majorly uncomfortable with them and thats why your so silent, maybe your not shy you jsut hate the way they act towards you!

Which is the issue right now.

Your trying to find a movie to watch on your laptop and they're looking up at you from where they're laying with big puppy dog eyes practically begging for you to even look at them.

"Whats goin on with you two?" You mumble quietly, they're earlier affections making you hardly able to breathe.

"Do we make you uncomfortable?" Mark asks, "Cause if we do we'll back off, we don't mean to he weird but your just so pretty and we really really really like you." He rambles, mouth moving fater than his brain.

"And if you really don't want us to be all lovey dovey to you we can stop! I mean were both mature enough to understand." Rex says, clearly trying to hide his nerves.

You froze "No... no its not that." You bit the inside of your lip. "It just feels a little overwhelming sometimes. Not in a bad way but I sometimes feel like I can't breathe and my face is on fire. I want to he able to respond maybe even talk back, but I just feel so flustered."

Rex and Mark both look like you just lifted the world off their chests.

"So if I kissed you you wouldn't mind? You'd like it even?" Rex leans in close his breath brushing your cheek.

"No I wouldn't mind..." You murmured.

He leans in, lips brushing yours. The kiss was soft as he guided you along, lips and tongue brushing against eachother. Your hand on his cheek gently guiding him close, his hand slipped up your shirt brushing the soft expanse of your stomach.

Mark sucked in a breath as he watched. Leaning in to kiss your neck. Warm hands stroking your thigh as he kissed hickes and love bites into your skin. Pushing himself closer to your back as you moaned softly.

"Can i touch you here?" Rex asked softly, hand on the waistband of your sleep shorts.

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

A/N: To be continued!!! I hoped yall like it and I'll def do a part 2 soon!

© acinnamongirlsdiary do not copy, repost, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.

[ozzgin]

Sorry to bother you, but the bodyguard post you did was just 🤤🥰😍 and I can't stop thinking about it day later

Have you ever seen Oshi no Ko? I'd love to see Bodyguard react to someone trying to do something similar as what happened to Ai.

Fans get wind their beloved idol might have feeling for her staff, so a crazed fan tracks down her private address. He plans to get revenge for "His idol cheating on him" but doesn't know there is a guard dog inside ready to bite any threat to his precious charge.

Sorry to keep ragging on about the topic, I just adore you work enough that it lives in my head rent free.

Happy holidays

-🌟

I sadly haven't seen Oshi no Ko, but your description sounds very interesting. Thank you for the idea! I've combined it with your previous suggestion, I think they work together really well. Happy Holidays to you, too! :)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (II)

Your new manager has sent you home for the holidays after persistent rumors surrounding you and your bodyguard. And, as luck would have it, the fan responsible for the accusations successfully sneaks his way in. Sadly for him, you’ve never left the watchful gaze of your loyal, mean dog.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

content: female reader, violence, threats, mentions of stalking

(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)

"Enjoy your holidays!" 

The driver cheerfully bids you goodbye and speeds away, leaving you behind the imposing gate. You drag your luggage inside and nonchalantly toss it with an annoyed huff.

What now? You're all alone in a hollow mansion. 

Early December you begun receiving worrying letters from a fan, making wild claims about you and your bodyguard. Naturally, you laughed it off. Your bodyguard found them equally amusing. So much, that he'd ask you to read them out loud as you rode him. "I w-won't stand for it. You know we ha-ave something special going on, (Y/N)-chan." You barely managed to form coherent sentences, feverishly clinging to the large man underneath you. "You heard the guy. Better be on your best behavior", he'd add with a chuckle, wiping the drool from your mouth. 

The new manager, however, wasn't as relaxed about it. He couldn't risk tarnishing the reputation of his beloved cash cow, so he suggested you take a break from personal assistants until the rumors tone down. If you remained within your expensively secured house, you wouldn't need any guarding. So, he caringly prescribed a dose of homely isolation for the upcoming holidays. 

"Don't be so dramatic", he said, "Jesus spent 40 days in the desert by himself. And he didn't have your indoor cinema or jacuzzi bathtub."

"Yeah, but he had the Devil to tempt him. Where's my bad guy?" You whined as a retort. 

You let out another groan and throw yourself on the couch, fiddling with the remote. Kind of them to decorate everything for Christmas, you think as you eye the gigantic kitsch of a tree slapped in the middle of the living room. 

Fuck. What an absolute waste of time. All because of one crazy fan. You almost wish he'd show his stupid face so your bodyguard could pummel it to bits and crumbles. You wonder what he's doing by himself. Is he going to be assigned to another idol? Probably not, two weeks is too short of a time for anything. You check your phone.

Suddenly, the screen lights up. A text notification. 

"Bored?"

Heh. It's almost as if he can read your mind. You smile to yourself and type your response, stretching onto the sofa. Your little back and forth messaging goes on until you look up and notice the room has gotten darker. Already evening. You can hear your stomach growl, so you get up and drag your feet towards the kitchen, searching for takeaway fliers. If you're going to be under house arrest, the least you can afford is junk food. 

Once you place your decadent order, you hop onto the counter and idly dangle your legs in anticipation. Your favorite off-duty guard dog has abruptly told you he needs to go and is now offline. "Something came up". What could possibly require his immediate attention? A mistress? You giggle at the idea. In all your time spent together, you haven't seen him glance at a single woman. If he must, he will engage with other people using one-word replies, visibly uninterested. You never considered him much of a talker, but his behavior with anyone else, in comparison, is downright hostile. 

There's a rustling sound and you jolt. Was the food delivered already? It hasn't been that long. You jump off the marble countertop and freeze in place once you see the man standing in the doorway. His face is concealed with a medical mask and he's audibly panting, the hot air fogging up his glasses. You notice the knife in his hand.

"How rude of you to cheat on me so shamelessly, (Y/N) dear."

Huh? Your eyes widen in realization. Was this the crazed fan bombarding you with threatening letters? Your features twist in utter disgust, still transfixed on the weapon within his grip. 

This little shit. Not only does he break into your home, but he decides to intimidate you with a department store kitchen utensil. Is that all you're worth? Is that any way to greet one of the top idols in this country?

You angrily pull the nearby drawer open and grab a long, sharp blade. The man tenses up and steps forward, but you stop him in his tracks, throwing the item at his feet. He stares at you, bewildered. 

"It's a Yoshihiro Sashimi knife. More than your monthly income, most likely." You state as you leer down at him, grimace plastered on your face. "Pick it up like the animal you are."

He cannot move. Is this his beloved (Y/N)? Her pretty, innocent smile and sparkling eyes have been replaced by this hateful scowl. He feels like a cockroach about to be stepped on, a mere vermin invading her personal space. This can't be right. It's him that should be upset, he's the betrayed party. When has she gotten so...Ah. This must be the work of that bodyguard. He's always known. The way he looks at her, with a predatory glint as if marking his territory. He should've noticed earlier. Poor, sweet (Y/N), at the hands of a brute. Tears form in his eyes and he opens his mouth to speak up, but a burning blow assaults his back and everything goes black. 

Your bodyguard casually walks in and lifts the intruder up by the nape of his neck. 

"Are you okay? Did he touch you?"

You blush and wipe your eyelashes dramatically, releasing a gentle sob from your puckered lips.

"Touch? He almost killed me! I was so scared...I thought I was done for."

He frowns at your words.

"I'll take care of it."

You can feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach. As he drags the body out of the kitchen, you follow behind enthusiastically. 

"Do it in the living room!" You almost squeal.

"Are you sure? It will get messy. I'm not letting this one walk out." He warns you with a worried expression. 

"Yes, yes!" you nod, all bubbly. "Right here, next to the Christmas tree."

Once the gory spectacle is over, the bodyguard sprawls onto the sofa, exhausted. He exhales loudly and runs a hand through his hair. You are about to join him, when a thought crosses your mind. 

"Now that I think about it, how did you know I was about to be attacked? That was some really extraordinary timing."

Out of reflex, he palms his pocket to check if his phone is still within his possession. Thankfully he hasn't left it in plain sight. You squint suspiciously. 

"Are you spying on me or something?"

He remains quiet for a few moments and eventually lowers his head apologetically, avoiding eye contact.

"Forgive me, Miss."

When he glances up again, your small figure is looming over him.

"Wow, what a pervert you are." You push his chin up with your dainty fingers. "How will you make it up to me for such nasty habit~?"

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Good boy."

[sawdustandstardust]

broadcast signals (mel king x frank langdon)

the kingdon hunger games au

Additional Tags: Drug Use and Abuse; Frank/Abby fail-marriage; Pre-Affair; mentor!Frank; tribute!Mel; “will ruin my life and credit to bring her home” etc.; cleaning out the WIP folder and consolidating old projects so UNFINISHED and UNEDITED FYI; first mention (?) of season 2 mystery boy james in fanfic (?) lmao

When memories of Frank’s games replay in his mind, they’re tinged in sepia.

Enormous mountains and canyon ranges that enclosed a death valley on each side. The arena design was one of the most innovative the games had ever seen; if viewed aerially, it would’ve compared to the wobbly rings of a cut tree trunk. Each ring a different horror, infinitely spinning around and around.

He remembers the moment of looking at the open stretch of cracked, dried land. At the terrifying, far-off dust storm that’s dangerously close to cross over the horizon line, barreling past a backdrop of far-off canyons—stratum rendered in reds, sandy browns, and purples that bloom like a bruise. The chaotic mix of prairie dirt and desert wind and heat tangles like a knotted ball of yarn and he think this is it. This is when I’m going to die.

Frank gets lucky when the massive threat loses momentum before it made its way to his makeshift camp, dissolving into the morning breeze as quickly as it materialized. He finds out later that night, while looking up at the cold night sky, that six tributes died in the storm. Doesn’t cry. Couldn’t risk dehydration. The arena had drought baked into its creation. Divine design. Frank’s determined to not be its next sacrifice.

This drive will garner him the Panem-wide reputation of being an uncaring asshole, because minuscule cameras are scattered throughout every area of the games. Hundreds of hours of unique footage, are logged and uploaded to the Capitol 24-hour game stream.

And every time a fellow competitor is killed, no one watching ever sees Frank Langdon weep. Even when his bare, sunburnt fists brutally beat into the final tribute's skull—James. District 1, sun-drenched, blonde, golden boy who carried around a fucking sponsored sword like an apocalyptic knight—and keeps going. Far after the canons blast, even after the pain shooting from his spine makes him vomit on the ground. Hit after hit after hit.

The valley makes him feral, his kill count in the teens. A product of his environment, where he only received one sponsored gift—a first-aid medical kit following a near-deadly bite from a genetically modified desert kingmaker—during the entire fifty-six days of his games. Head down, Robby wrote in the attached note. Keep going. Don’t stop.

District 6 doesn’t cheer at his homecoming. Applause is for heroes, not for scrappy, stray dogs that got lucky. Frank never willingly goes back.

(But, no matter how much he networks and drinks and fucks and marries his way into the Capitol, he becomes the District 6 stereotype anyway, spending his nights floating away on morphling, desperately trying to always outrun the hot, arid sun.)

So much had been written over the years about the parasocial connection between victors and the Capitol citizens who bankroll their futures. Articles profiling games-enthusiasts who spent thousands of coins on just one night with their favorite victor. Entire virtual communities dedicated to cataloging their every move, confirming the canon of their games. Shaky videos and shoddy transcriptions used to fuel speculation and fantasies, with victor themed AI chat-bots raking in millions of hits every year.

His wife, Abby, runs her hands through his hair.

“You were my favorite,” she’d whispered, “begged daddy to send you money for that med kit on day fifteen. Frank, you looked so bad.”

He places kisses along her temple, on her soft cheeks as his hips thrust inside her. Her family managed a government-backed jewelry conglomerate. When they met at the end of his victory tour, she giggled into her champagne flute, confessed to stalking him on the Capitol game feeds, compulsively watching highlights from each day over and over. All my friends wanted James to win, but I always liked brunettes better.

In the after, they will unconsciously untangle themselves from one another in their sleep. Return to their own bedsides and pillows, growing cold due to the cavernous space between their bodies.

Every year is the same.

Go to the reaping ceremony. Watch the light from two children's eyes completely extinguish. Haphazardly prepare them for the arena, do his best to charm sponsors. Never succeeds. District 1 still hates his guts and District 6 doesn’t have the public relations capital to pull interest. His tributes rarely make it into the top twelve and Frank spends the days after their murders locked in his expensive apartment, high out of his mind.

This round, he doesn’t bother to learn anything about his tributes, both weak-armed thirteen year olds who stare out the window the whole train ride to the Capitol. Nothing matters, because they’re not the one everyone is talking about.

“Did you see the blond girl from District 3? Sister would not stop screaming when her name was called,” Heather, from District 7, tells him. “It was so bad that they edited it out when they aired the nightly recap on the servers. Twins. Days away from their nineteenth birthday. So close to aging out from all this.”

“Does John have a plan?” Frank envied the District 3’s mentor, who seemingly never lets the stress of the games get to him.

“Same as always? Damned if they win, damned if they don’t. Nothing ever changes.”

On the third day of training, the scores are announced and Frank’s own ten rings in his ears like the death canon. His mentees score a three and a four; they probably won’t make it past the opening rush towards the cornucopia. Always tell them to run in the opposite direction but they never listen. The girl from District Three scores a seven.

Good. Middle of the pack, not a push-over, but not immediately a threat.

Mel mel mel! I’m sure everyone here is curious about all things YOU! What can you tell us that nobody else knows?

I’m…really excited to be here and want to win the games for my sister, Becca. It’s just us and our mother back in our district and I would like nothing else than to go back home to them.

Hordes of avant-garde clad bodies caudalise outside the tribute parade arena. Frank doesn’t really give a fuck about any of this. Wants nothing more than to rip the sheer shirt he’s currently wearing off his body; wash away the glitter highlighter that Princess and Perlah promised looked like the shimmering paint of the District 6 built trains of Panem. Wants to go back home and fade out—

—a body bumps into his: a human tornado of thin wires and reflective fabric and blinking lights that practically screams out District 3, blonde hair braided into two intricate twists, pinned in the back at the nape of her neck. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay. There’s a lot going on. Mel, right?”

“Uh, yes. That’s me!” She flashes a small, nervous smile and Frank can’t help being charmed by her slight enthusiasm, the way she fiddles with her hands in front of her.

“Frank Langdon, District 6,” he holds out his hand, cocking his head to the side when she doesn’t take it. Smart.

“I know who you are. My sister and I watched your games. I’m sorry about your back.”

“All in the past now,” he plays off. Mel doesn’t need to know that’s how the morphling stuff began. Pain management that then transformed into Everything management. That's what her life would be like if she won: an unsteady, treacherous diet of unhealthy coping mechanisms. “You did a good job in your interview. People love the family angle…great for sponsorships. Public investment.”

God, he sounded just like those Capitol assholes that Robby and him always complained about, who cared more about optics and performance and algorithms than anything real.

“I told the truth,” Mel mumbles, confused.

“Truth’s dangerous in a place like this. Authenticity’s a vulnerability. Protect it.”

“Did you?”

“No. I sold it.” Frank doesn’t mean to fumble with his wedding band—golden and opulent—but it’s a fidgeting compulsion he can’t shake and Mel’s attention fixes on his hands. “Don’t make the same mistakes I did.”

“Well, I need to survive all this first. Won’t mean much if I bleed out from an arrow in the shoulder.”

“Trident,” he corrects and fuck, she wasn’t suppose to know that, but…if this one piece of information gets her a little bit closer to home, then his mistake will be worth it. “Hope you can swim and catch fish.”

Because two days ago, Abby’s father called, bragging about the official Hunger Games tie-in deal he secured with this year’s gamemakers. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets, all designed to look like delicate fish scales against the skin. They will be all the rage in the districts. Sea chic.

Frank leans in close now, voice low against the celebratory cacophony of a post-tribute parade festivities: “Don’t drink the water. I have no clue what the game makers did to it, but it’s bad. Slowly liquifying organs from the inside bad.”

Mel doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, she nods, the lights of her costume winking back at him. Reflective in the lenses of her glasses. Why didn’t her team fix her eyesight? What might happen when those glasses get knocked off and she can’t see?

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me now. Make it out of there and then come find me.”

One District 6 tribute steps off their platform before the timer finishes its countdown and the other drowns in the first ten minutes. Years later—when someone asks him who they were—Frank will struggle to remember their names.

Mel knows how to swim and is more than careful not to inhale any water into her mouth. Eight tributes die in the first twenty-four hours; she is not one of them.

“Whose your favorite, babe?” Abby asks, curled up on their long, velvet sofa as Gloria’s face beams from the TV screen, recalling all the highlights from the first game day. “Now that your little ones are out of contention.”

Dead, Abs. They are dead for nothing besides your continued entertainment.

“You know I don’t play favorites with the other districts. Bad for business.”

“I think you like the District 3 girl. Mel? Reminds me of you. A lot of gumption. Grit. A little naive. She’ll be popular if she wins.”

I know and Frank will do anything to make sure she’s not.

[vermilionsun]

✩ Biker!Ais (Headcanons)

✩ Ais NSFW Headcanons

✩ Ais NSFW Headcanons 2

✩ Comfort after a bad day (Headcanons)

✩ Parent Headcanons

✩ Wholeheartedly Yours - Comforting insecure s/o(Headcanons)

✩ Hearts Entwined, Scars Untold - Depressed s/o Headcanons

✩ The way I loved you - In love with MC Headcanons

✩ Promise Pearls - Ais x OC

✩ You're so cute; It annoys me - ft a small dog Headcanons

✩ Who did this to you? - Injured s/o Hadcanons

✩ Medical assistant, Medical assistant - Kuras/Vere/Ais Oneshot

✩ First time giving head - Headcanons

✩ O Burning Passion of mine (ft Artist MC)

✩ Paper Hearts - Little gifts from MC Headcanons

✩ I know we’ll be okay (when I hold you in my arms) - cuddles with Ais & Kuras (Headcanons)

✩ Girl With One Eye, GET YOUR FILTHY FINGERS OUT OF MY PIE - female MC that hates men (Headcanons)

✩ Turn me on when they / Take it off - walking in on MC changing with their bandages undone (Headcanons)

✩ The stars you hide - MC with spine tattoo (Headcanons)

✩ Oops!…I Did It Again - LIs being complimented in such a specific way they don't know what to do with it (Headcanons)

✩ “Full of surprises” - MC with a lower back tattoo (Headcanons)

✩ Sparrows can bite - Ais x MC Oneshot

✩ I can’t stay away from you - how the LIs would kiss the MC for the first time (Headcanons)

✩ We're not broken, just bent - MC with sh scars (Headcanons)

✩ Feels like home - MC pampering Ais (Headcanons)

✩ Happy Accidents - Face planting onto Ais's crotch ft Vere (Oneshot) Part 1

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ || Main Touchstarved Masterlist

[gladiatorcunt]

- ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL !

a swamp for each chamber of my heart

tags: eventual pregnancy but it’s an overall theme, rafebarry centric, transmasc!rafe (anatomy terms: pussy, cunt, cock, hole, tits), mention of top surgery scars, barry calling rafe a dog, degradation, ambiguous ending, dead dove do not eat, messing with the s4 timeline, pregnant!sarah, established rafebarry(fem)reader, mentioned past rafe x jj, mentioned past drug use, implied incest if you squint, possible eventual kidnapping, cheating (on sofia), title from doechii (subtitle from me), consensual but not safe or sane

please do not copy, translate, or feed this work to ai

note: unedited, fresh out out a rut. this is for like 4 people <3333

As if trailing behind his pregnant sister in the sands of Morocco going after more stupid treasure wasn’t bad enough, Rafe’s been feeling on the verge of throwing up for the past week. Ever since he made Barry bend him over the dock and fuck his pussy raw before taking the boat, actually.

He’d missed being high, and had only come to him for the boat at first. Then the sun bounced off his tacky sunglasses and his gold tooth, next thing Rafe knows he’s squirting into the open water below. There was the usual foreplay, biting words meant to goad him into getting his shit rocked. Glares that would eventually turn into glassy eyed vacant stares.

His favorite times are when he gets nose bleeds and a little red trail gushes from his face to drip down between Barry’s hairy balls.

Barry didn’t say anything about not using a condom, or checking to make sure Rafe had his birth control, he’s not the kinda guy that’s gonna pass up on creampieing a brat’s sloppy pussy.

Call it a desperate attempt to baby trap the only family either of y’all have left, if you’re not already pregnant yourself. Barry wonders when Rafe’s gonna circle around to that possibility, but he can wait, because he knows that once his dog catches your scent, there’s only so much time you can spend running.

It’s a small island, a lot of water you could drown in if you get the mind to wander off on your own and get caught in a trap. Maybe someone really does smell different when they’ve got a bun in the oven.

He was even more on edge because you weren’t talking to him or Barry, nah, you thought you were better than them or something and wanted to distance yourself from the treasure hunt mess. Which would be understandable if he wasn’t involved, but he is so you just need to get the fuck over it. Sofia’s just a cover, she’ll outlive her usefulness when Rafe stops being a coward.

Getting stabbed deep in his guts always feels better when you’re there to love on him, sucking his tits and softly pecking all over his face while he cries and gets snot all over in your hair. Barry likes it better that way too, his bitches playing together like the cute lil’ puppies he knows they can be.

So Rafe hobbles onto the boat with cum dripping down his legs and sets off, his mind fractured in a million different pieces, if he tried to put them together he knows the picture they’d make. One that gives him the same weird feeling that he’d get seeing Rose pin wooden ‘Live Laugh Love’ signs to the walls.

When he goes to bed that night, he replays every moment, every movement of Barry’s tongue as he spoke.

“Captain Barry at your service.”

Rafe grunts and rolls over in the rickety bed, cringing as the springs in the mattress groan under his weight. He snakes a hand into his pajama pants, fingers searching for his cock and flicking it. He wishes you were there to suck on it and slide your fingers into his hole, shushing him when he whines that it’s too much because you both know that Barry’s beat his pussy up more than you ever could.

He whimpers into his pillow, caressing his folds and squeezing his meaty thighs together. It’s always easier to reminisce when Barry’s rough, he has bruises and bite marks and cuts to trace and kill himself over and over in. When he’d left, Barry had held him so close that Rafe wasn’t sure that their bodies had ever been apart before then. Sticky wet heat against his groaning back, cauterizing the wounds that he doesn’t remember carrying anymore, the emptiness that outweighs the ache in his cunt.

“Shh.” Barry teased, digging his chin into Rafe’s shoulder, pummeling his fingers into the clutch of his sopping wet hole as he humped his ass. “You keep sayin’ you wanna act tough but you can’t even take being treated like a slut, you’re lucky i like seein’ you cry so much.”

He likes kissing it better afterwards too though, when Rafe’s far gone enough to be malleable and suggestible, pliant and turned in the direction of a better daddy. Barry’ll even make sure he has a sibling too, one that Rafe can’t ever disappoint because you already know where each of his cavities are and you dig into them, kiss after kiss.

“Think you’re gonna know what’s good for you when you can’t run off no more?”

He’s being cleaved open, Barry’s digging through his organs and throwing away the bits and pieces that don’t suit him anymore.

“Ngh- Please, i’m sorry- hurts, keep going, fuck-“ He was dripping onto the dock, mouth in an ‘O’ shape, a warm arm in between his thighs, it’s not enough anymore.

He needs to be bleeding, about to vomit, chunks of his arms and shoulders gnawed at.

Then when his pussy clenched and he was almost there, he’s empty again. The absence of something filling him lasted all of ten seconds until Barry shoved his cock in to replace his fingers, plugging him up. Rafe jerked and choked on his own spit, his eyes shot up to catch the shimmer in the water as the sunlight hit, nearly time for it to set.

Barry brought a hand up to play with his chest, “These tits are gonna get so full, baby boy, our girl and I are always gonna have to drain you dry when they get sore, huh?”

Rafe’s eyes rolled back on a moan, letting Barry’s thrusts send shockwaves up his body, jostling his flesh and causing slight jiggles. His tits already feel like hell all the damn time, Barry’s rough hands smack them around so often it feels weird when they’re left alone. He was gushing around the cock inside him, regretfully easing the slide.

“Yeah,” Barry gritted out as he sped up, clamping one sweaty hand around his throat and the other in the dip where his thigh melted into his hip. “Don’t need no ideas in your stupid fuckin’ head about being hot shit, just need a baby. Babies for my babies.”

Rafe couldn’t do shit but nod eagerly as he took it, awkwardly bent over, one misstep away from going in the water and half in pain but he’d never been this fucking wet in his life. Not with Topper, not with Kelce, not with Sofia, not with that bitch JJ (which was the only time someone has made him bleed more than Barry), not with-

He squeezed his eyes shut, replacing that one with the man who abuses his puffy pussy better. Barry clicked his tongue and took the hand on his hip off, stuffing those fingers down Rafe’s throat, he couldn’t afford letting Rafe set up another house in his own head, as inhospitable as it is.

Rafe moaned gratefully, filled from both ends and forced to quiet down how he secretly likes. He kept his hands off his cock which made Barry generous enough to touch it for him, rubbing tight circles on it as he tried to push his cock deeper into him, wanting to kiss his cervix and power through.

“Be a good bitch and come back, and we’ll go after her, yeah? Gonna bring her ass back so you’re not self concious when you start showin’ and shit-“ Barry cut himself off, holding Rafe’s throat so tight the other man chokes as Barry’s jizz flooded his used pussy.

“Yes, yes, want her, want to watch you knock her up too, oh my fucking god.” Rafe yelled and came again, or maybe it was the first time, he didn’t really remember so many dragonflies were buzzin’ in his skull. “Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby.”

Barry made him stay in that position even when his orgasm happened later, making sure his cum could slosh around in his womb and create a cute lil’ baby. Bastard’s probably gonna be the most bloodthirsty infant in the hospital that day, but Barry sure hoped so, he knew damn well who he’d be locking down in every kinda way after all. Marriage vows don’t gotta be on paper to be binding in his humble opinion.

He got that across well enough, stroking his thumbs across Rafe’s top surgery scars when he tied him up on the boat. Petted his hair too because it’s just something he gets the itch to do on occasion, and bent Rafe’s legs far enough to fit his head between so he could bully his cock next. Barry slurped up the custom mix of his and his dog’s cum, groaning, bone deep and raggedly like hot coals were being stroked over his ribs. Making hollow melodic sounds, like windchimes with none of those fancy dangly bits attached.

“I know I can’t say shit about not killing, not anythin’ that would do any fuckin’ good, but watch it.” Barry said and fixed Rafe with a look that added a million different things to the conversation, more loose ends.

“This isn’t about that shit this time, I guess, I don't know. Whatever, all I give a fuck about is the treasure.”

“Don’t I know it. Well, maybe you’ll come back with coke dick again, maybe not. Just fuckin’ be a good bitch and come the fuck back, is all i’m sayin’. You get me?”

“Shit, yeah I get you, alright?”

“Don’t be a stranger, I don’t got nearly enough good quality chains for both you and her.”

His cock twitched and his mound almost throbbed down to the nerve endings at the image, but they both knew Rafe isn’t necessarily the stray dog to really worry about finding its way home. Rafe guessed he could sit on your face to calm you down if you end up actually needing the iron restraints, being smothered always helped settle him back into a stable mood, or uh, stable-ish. Several swipes of his cock through your taste buds and a few jabs at his puckered asshole and you’d be back to normal!

More sand blows in as Rafe plucks his nipples with his free hand, whining because it doesn’t feel the same, his touch isn’t mean enough like Barry’s or condescending enough like yours. He’s pathetic, sniffling into his shoulder and curling his fingers into his pussy, jackhammering away until he feels something other than loneliness. He really fuckin’ hopes Barry’s cum takes, not that he won’t immediately be back like a son who forgives his father, Rafe just wants a family.

He wants his belly to swell, ribbons gently tied around his wrists as you sink down on his wet strap, your belly just as round. Barry’d sit on the edge of the bed and watch you writhe against each other, both of y’all too knee deep into bottom behavior to do much more than hump and cry. He’d lean in, act like he’s gonna kiss ya, then laugh right in your face as he pulls back, only to give it y’all for real when you and Rafe get that same murdery look on your faces.

You have way too similar ones, probably Barry’s fault, but he reeled y’all in and let the hooks in your mouths stay there until they rusted, stuck.

He wants to whine and moan about how sore his tits are, to hear you and Barry coo meanly and take care of it. He wants to know that no matter what happens, there will always be this red string woven between the three of you, doused in gasoline and frayed at both edges but it’s there and like hell will Rafe just let either of you cut it loose. It’s the uncertainty of knowing if Barry will even be around when he gets back that makes him cum, spurting a sad little couple gulp’s worth of watery white fluid.

His hefty thighs bulge around his arm, keeping his hand down so far inside, he resolves to fall asleep filled like that even if he’ll be so uncomfortable he’d rather hop on JJ again to distract from the pain.

Barry forgot to tuck his plugs in his pockets for him so he didn’t think to bring them himself.

[tsbs-shipfessions]

*CrAshEs out from the tragedy SolarNexus closet; in an absolute mess.*

Salutations folks of all nations, it's me again! And I bring a new proposition!!

V4 Eclipse shipped with EAPS Moon (+EAPS Sun for the double AI shippers).

Reasons?

*Slaps billboard of opportunity.*

(Ramble warning ahead!)

V4 Eclipse has gone through it; lad had learned that the best way to live is to live alone. Antagonism brings him nowhere.. and being some emotional fellow isn't his cup o' joe. Yet we know, we know, that this is not entirely true.

Factually stating, especially with recent episodes (of other characters being ridiculously pushy towards Eclipse, mind you. They need to STOP. That's nOt how you hElp somEoNe.) is that Eclipse's anger has died down to a tired state. He's sickly annoyed on how he is, yet he has no proper reason as to why it stays this way.

Eclipse doesn't understand positive social cues nor how to be a "normal" being. Though instead of actually taking the heartfelt effort to learn anew, he stays stagnant in his gifted role of just: being the one nobody likes. And by my guess: it's because he doesn't see himself to have the ability to be loved.. tis either through fear or anger.. trauma stabbing his core and bitterness in his mind. It's always been like this since day one after all. How could it possibly change for him? This is who he is.... or, who he was that he has to keep up.. right?... there's no way life could ever get better than the consequences he laid out for himself! No matter how many times he died over and over- it's always the same!

Though in some small quiet way, Eclipse wishes to be wanted. All parts. Seeing right through his stubborn, biting behaviour and to be understood. With no harsh criticism and judgment that makes him regret ever being in the conversation.

There's a reason why he mentioned all that he's done to Puppet and such- he tries to make a statement that he is no good. Like it's verbal confirmation for himself that this is how it is and ever will be. That there is no hope for Eclipse.. always the asshole nobody wants... yet in it's own way it is also a cry for help.

One that many characters seem to miss as blatant sarcasm.

Eclipse doesn't wish to be forced, not monitored and tracked like he's some dog meaning to play tricks. Not shunned for "repeating and wallowing his complaints of all his wrongs". No. No, actually seen and allowing him to ease into this frightening change of peace in his own time.

But at the same time Eclipse fears it. He doesn't know how it'll end.. believing he'll be so vulnerable and pathetic.. but.... would it really be that bad?

We do see this with Earth when it comes to recognition, and their friendship has grown so sweet which I deeply appreciate! But she isn't always around for him, so aid is rarely available for his daily struggle now.

But I think EAPS Moon (and at times EAPS Sun) successfully inch towards that comforting direction too. In... their own playful way.

They're talking together, asking the right questions, showing genuine concern when Eclipse is unwell. None of it is fake or selfish, most likely due to EAPS Moon's/Sun's innocence.. but it's needed for Eclipse's sake.

He needs a breather.. and I really do believe EAPS Moon provides that.

Calm, open minded, confused at Eclipse's actions at times yet tries his best to understand. Allows Eclipse to do what he needs to do when it comes to precaution; because he knows there is careful meaning in there somewhere.

Heck, even managed to have Eclipse say and do some rare polite things. And Eclipse doesn't entirely push EAPS Moon away and listens to some small suggestions. That's slow growth and improvement! A healthy way to transition to a more passive life! To find himself with some sweet soul as EAPS Moon. :)

I hope to see this to grow further, perhaps comfort deeply when Eclipse be having another panic from a nightmare. A non-pushing conversation that allows Eclipse to share whatever he wishes. Maybe have the two gain an interest in some fun activity to enjoy life a little better. To prove how there is such thing as a good day. Maybe EAPS Moon can have more updates on his little game for Eclipse to test. :3

It feels like a good opportunity to break harmful habits, you know?

Besides... tis a gay silly nerdy game-dev X grumpy ex-villain ship with a hopeful healing arch. How could I possibly resist? I.. I mean come on! That's adorable!

Quite the long read, eh? Heheh.

Thanks for allowing me to share this confession! As a treat have a song that I've been listenin' on repeat while writing this. Tis fitting for how I see V4 Eclipse's mindset: ' girl in red - i'll die anyway. '

As always: Have a pleasant day/evenin' to everyone who read this! Till we meet again! :)

All of these color-coded essays are so fun to receive.

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interesting ideas about AI art and by no means am I trying to send hate but I believe majority of people hate AI art is because it's truly just the byproduct of a giant plinko board bouncing through pieces of art made by artists who put love and care and SOUL into their work. A visual product of a math formula. While it's "art" in the most litteral sense, not having a true human behind it putting though and effort into its every detail, for many people (myself included) devalues it from a tradition artists work.

I'm a firm believer in the idea that AI art is inherently unequal to non Ai art, specifically for this reason. (Hope this made sense sorry if it's incoherent)

I agree in that sense there. I personally do not find myself wanting to engage in a work when I purposefully know the creator had used AI to create the entire product. Something something,,,I cannot find myself getting invested in something that is little more than a product. I don't wanna read a fic about my blorbos when it was written by Chat-GPT

I also agree with the idea that a lot of people hate AI art because of this heavily emotional, debatably reactionary mindset that stems from one thing: fairness. It's the same sort of emotion I find one gets if all of the work on a group project gets shafted onto them whilst their fellow peers sit idly by. It feels unfair to sink hours into your craft, spending all this time fighting to develop your skills and flourish as an artist, only to see someone type half a paragraph and have a machine spit back something that looks not half bad. Let's be honest with ourselves here and say that AI art, at least in a visual regard, has progressed quite a bit to the point where most of the mistakes people find can be dismissed as wonky perspective and the line art being a bit fucky, which is something a ton of artists struggle with too

People develop a sort of a superiority complex over it. I can't blame them honestly. A number of times I've felt it too when people tell me they're using Chat-GPT as though it were Google and when I see my family members and friends playing around with AI art. I gotta bite my tongue and choke back a chortle, both because it's kind of a dick move and also because I don't want to relish in this feeling. It's infectious though to feel as though you have an edge over another person just because you abstain from using Chat-GPT or whatever. Not to be all "grrgrgrr you should LOVE Chat-GPT and if you dare to say anything bad then you are EVILL!!" of course though. It's emotions. They're messy, intense, and oftentimes you don't really realize when you're feeling since you get locked into your perspective. Yet, I think it's important to realize a lot of hatred of this generative AI stems from emotions. Reactionary ideals and claims stem from emotions after all

I think ultimately what the conversation about generative AI should revolve around is about the concerns of labour. The several strikes from a while back from VFX artists and scriptwriters come to mind. They are most at stake from generative AI as tools like Chat-GPT are cheaper and more cost-effective than paying an actual employee for their time and effort. I would also mention the environmental issues, but if we were to talk about that we would also have to acknowledge the fact that so, so much water is being used up daily to generate power for servers. Hell, this post alone will probably contribute to drying up some marsh in the greater scheme of things

Anywho yada yada TL;DR: I agree yes but I also think it's important to recognize that a good chunk of your hatred to Chat-GPT stems from feeling cheated and a sense of pride and superiority over others for simply not using it. There is no quality to Chat-GPT that makes it inherently evil. I can't get upset at my grandma for sending me a photo of her and her dog that went through an AI anime filter. I can feel maybe some exhaustion when seeing a fellow classmate using Chat-GPT to write their essay, but ultimately I write my own work for the love of the game. I can get upset however at those in higher power who use it to push artists out of jobs. Chat-GPT is a tool that has its pros and cons and I think it's reductive to just basically sit there and hiss like a vampire when presented with a cross when faced with the mere word "AI", especially when your only big argument for disliking it is based purely in feeling cheated when someone types a prompt into a program and art that would've taken you seven hours to draw gets spit out in about a minute or two

[the-s1lly-corner]

The Amazing Digital Masterpost, Volume 3

at this point you should already know the song and dance! let me know if there are any problems with the links/things get mixed up! As of 1/20/2024 this masterlist is complete!

CAST POSTS:

x Itward!reader

x dog!reader who bites things

x reader who is short and fluffy

x reader who is too nice

x short and feisty!reader

x giant soft bunny plushie!reader

Finding the reader crying

x clingy!child!reader (platonic)

x big and mean!reader (not romantic or platonic ur just mean)

x reader who freezes/shuts down when stressed

finding out the reader has a good singing voice

x cartoony!reader

x reader who loves christmas

x reader who has anger issues

x reader who has abandonment issues

x animal crossing player!reader

x clumsy but flirty!reader

x reader who calls them petnames

x reader who cries when angry

x reader who has bad depth perception

x reader who dyes their hair a lot

Kiss cam

x reader who always smiles

Under the mistletoe

x carousel horse!reader

x sensitve!child!reader (platonic)

x reader who wears a box on their head due to their looks

Comforting the reader

Celebrating Valentines day

Waking them up with a morning kiss

MULTI:

Caine and Kinger x reader who has mean thoughts

Caine, Kinger, and Ragatha x reader who emotionally blows up

Caine and Kinger x reader who has ADHD

Caine, Jax, and Kinger x food themed!reader

Jax and Zooble x reader but its hanahaki

Pomni and Jax x chubby!curvy!reader

Zooble and Jax x squirrel!reader

Kinger, Jax, and Caine x reader who does animal crossing emotes

Zooble, Caine, Jax, and Kinger x rude!reader who gives good advice

Ragatha and Pomni x reader who changes color based on emotions

Kinger, Gangle, and Caine x detective!reader

Kinger, Caine, Gangle and Ragatha x badass!princess!reader

Gangle, Ragatha, and Pomni x rude!reader who gives good advice

Kinger and Caine x reader who fidgets

Pomni, Jax, and Ragatha x mute!reader

Kinger, Zooble, and Gangle x elderly!reader (platonic)

Caine, Zooble, Gangle, and Pomni x sweet!kid!reader (platonic)

Gangle, Pomni, and Zooble x stress toy/squeaky toy!reader

Jax and Pomni x porcelain doll!reader

Pomni and Ragatha x porcelain doll!ballerina!reader who is reckless

Jax and Zooble x barbie doll!reader

Pomni and Zooble x introverted!reader

Gangle, Kinger, Jax and Caine x reader who hosts shows

Ragatha, Jax, Kinger and Zooble x reader in the real world but one of them cant cook

Dancing in the rain w/ Gangle, Jax, and Kinger (real world au)

"Run! Dont worry about me!" Gangle, Ragatha, Pomni and Kinger x reader

Zooble, Kinger, Jax, and Pomni when the reader tells them they love them for the first time

First kiss w/ Jax, Pomni, Ragatha and Zooble

CAINE:

Caine x reader w/ really long hair

Caine x developer!reader (platonic)

Reader proposing to him

Caine x musician!reader

Random Caine x reader hcs

Real world Caine hcs

Caine x reader who changes colors based on emotion

Caine x AI!assistant!reader

POMNI:

Pomni x kitsune!reader

Pomni x reader who is the same height as her

Pomni x girly!reader

Pomni being down bad for the reader

Reader leaving kiss marks on her face

RAGATHA:

Ragatha x girly!reader

General Ragatha hcs

JAX:

Jax x teddy bear!reader who hates him (not platonic nor romantic LMAO)

Jax x reader who is made of cake

Jax x alien!reader

General Jax hcs

Jax x uzudere!reader

First kiss w/ Jax

KINGER:

Kinger x reader who doesnt like bugs

Kinger x reader fluff hcs

General Kinger x reader angst hcs

Kinger crushing on the reader

More Kinger angst

Kinger x reader who has cuteness aggression

More general Kinger hcs

ZOOBLE:

Blind!Zooble x reader (platonic)

Zooble x weighted plushie!reader

GANGLE:

Gangle x bunny!mechanic!reader

Gangle x reader who puts stickers on her mask

Gangle x supportive!flirty!reader

OTHER:

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hyperspecific things i daydream about for Ais’s route:

i. bar brawl

So, you know how Ais likes bar brawls? Imagine a scene similar to the one when he punches the roughneck in the demo but this time it’s multiple roughnecks and the stakes are even higher, they’re even more deadly, and a lot more is at risk - like your life, for example.

If Ais knocked out a roughneck that threatened you and he barely knew you at that point, I feel he would do even more destructive damage to any threats when he’s really attached to you if it meant keeping you safe.

So I imagine instead of Ais merely just fighting in the bar brawl, he straight up slaughters EVERYBODY(expect you of course) and now y’all are both surrounded by the carnage he created and you have to deal with the aftermath of him struggling to control his emotions, the aftermath of realizing when Ais loves someone, it’s a bloodbath for everyone else. But you already love red if you love Ais.

ii. flood

Considering Eridia is a river city, I wonder if there has ever been a flood?

This could be a bad end scenario or something, but I think it would be crazy if Eridia would have a flood except all the water is from the Seaspring.

Ais could try his best to contain the Seaspring waters but Ocudeus literally forces his hand/takes control of him and Eridia is swept away into a red, watery apocalypse.

Ais has to be tortured by the fact that he not only doomed everyone, he also doomed you.

iii. trust

Sorta continuing from the second scenario, I would love to see a situation where Ais’s self-control is put to the test.

Hyperspecific circumstance, but imagine if Ais has to carry you across the waters of the Seaspring for your safety. Of course, this is a nightmare for the both of you.

You have to anxiously wonder if Ais, known to be unpredictable and slowly losing control of his mind, won’t submerge you under the water, forcing your submission to the Groupmind and Ocudeus, if he has sinked far enough down into the darkness of the abyss to even consider betraying your trust in him in such a horrific way.

For Ais, his façade of calm is slowly splintering. He has lost so many people dear to him, some even by his own hand. He knew better than to get attached to you but it’s too late; you’re in his veins, in his blood, and he cannot purge you out even if he wanted to.

He’s holding you above the water as high he can but it’s so easy, so tempting, to let you go, to let you fall, to hold you down under the water as you struggle for your life, for your sanity, for your humanity.

But every time he toes the edge of that cliff, ready to jump off with you trapped in his arms, Ais pulls himself back. He can’t betray your trust or your hard-earned faith in him; he cannot douse the flickering hope that, against all odds, that he can protect you. That he can save you. That there’s salvation in his hands that can hurt, and will hurt again.

So Ais holds you tighter to him, so tight you’re almost melded into his skin. Whether it’s to comfort you or him, he does not know.

[thot-farm]

Domestic yandere Todoroki family part two

So, last post you may have been thinking 'only one of them shows any yandere tendencies, where is the spice?' The 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓮 isn't here either, you get to spend time with Rei and you are going to like it 😠🫵.

Small notes:

I am a character ai goon that cheated or skipped all creative writing assignments in school, so if this is dog shit, it is what it is. This might actually be the first post I actually post that features my writing in detail.

I accidentally wrote with she/her and didn't even realize it, but I'm just going to leave it because it's smoother to read than y/n every other word, so if you want me to edit this for he/him or they/them, comment and I will with a separate tag

♡

You wake up in the morning to a cold feeling on your forehead. As you slowly wake up, you are a bit uncomfortable by the cold feeling and open your eyes to see a blurry pale arm and whiffs of citrus, vanilla and amber, Mom's perfume, impossible for you not to recognize. You get a little scared by the change since she hasn't woken you up in ages, you got used to Fuyumi's gentle voice, or Shoto pulling you out of bed with zero struggle like you are made of stuffing. You wonder if you did something wrong yesterday.

"Sh, sh, darling." Mom shushes gently, her hands trail down to your plump cheeks and rest there, her thumbs gently caressing your face, trying to calm you and your worries.

You try to blink away the sleep and fuzziness in your sight. You go to rub your eyes but Mom gently but swiftly takes hold of your little hands and brings them back down by your tummy.

"Sweetheart, Shoto caught a pretty nasty cold, so he won't be able to go to school..." Mom says with her gentle voice as she holds your hands.

Mom smiles as she watches the gears turn in your sleepy little head as you wonder how Shoto got sick, she lets go of your hands, her hands dip out of your view. "It looks like you haven't been bit by the sickie bug yet... Oh no baby... I think I see a bug in your bed." Mom says, her soft voice laced with concern.

You feel a tingling tickling sensation scurrying up your leg, which causes you to shoot out of your bed, kicking away blankets. Mom scoops you right up into her lap. "Don't worry darling," She holds up her hand that's curled into a loose fist "Mama caught the sickie bug, now it can't bite you," Mom says softly.

A small burst of frost comes from Mom's hand, your eyes widen with amazement as Mom kills the totally real bug, saving you from a bad cold and getting revenge on the evil bug that bit Shoto, like she always does when a sibling is sick.

Mom opens her hand, all that is left of the bug is a pile of snow. "Now that there is nothing left of the bug, help Mama blow all the snow away and wish for Shoto to get better," Mom says softly.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath and blow, wishing for Shoto's cold to go away. Once you open your eyes, you see snow flurries and sparkles flying away, you watch with amazement, seeing the flurries Dad never lets you go out and see.

You see red out of the corner of your eye, you look over to your doorway seeing Dad approaching your door. You wonder why Shoto being sick has gotten either of your parents' attention, you would think it would get you less like usual. You fiddle your thumbs together as turquoise eyes look over you.

"Rei, get her ready for school," Dad says, his voice deep, almost unrecognizable to you from how little you hear it. But you smell the same cologne as always, the one that wafts around every morning.

"But-" Mom begins, quickly cut off by Dad speaking again.

"You made a good point about Shoto and y/n needing to be away from each other more. He has been asking about her all morning and is refusing to eat without her, and if her teachers aren't exaggerating about her refusal to speak, then something must be done." Dad says in a serious tone, his eyes narrowed, but not at you or Mom. He doesn't wait any longer and just walks away from your door.

Dad's words leave you wondering what they had been talking about. But hearing Dad acknowledge how overbearing Shoto is makes you feel a lot of things, glad it's not just in your head, upset at Dad for not understanding you, but also worried about how Dad will 'fix' the problem with Shoto's behavior.

Mom stands up and carries you over to your chair and plops you down, facing you away from the mirror. You can tell she doesn't seem to trust Dad that much, but you don't understand why, he said she was right and all, that usually makes people happy or at least calm. But Mom makes the same face Shoto does around the time Dad comes home and she is gripping the hairbrush unnecessarily tight.

Mom, despite her tight grip, gently brushes your long white hair from the ends to your roots to straighten out what sleeping had done to your soft curls. Every time you try to move your head to look at her, she gently rests her other hand on your hand until you stop moving.

"Have you been brushing your hair every day, honey?" Mom asks in a soft tone, looking down into your grey eyes.

You nod confidently. You smile at how Fuyumi always helps brush through and style your hair in the morning. And internally you roll your eyes at how Shoto always winds up touching your hair at bedtime when you and him brush teeth, so you always wind up brushing your hair at night to make sure his icky boy cooties don't knot up your hair.

Mom gives a small smile when she sees your nod and smile, but you can tell she seems a little sad or something. You look up at her with a serious look.

Mom's smile gets wider seeing your baby face get serious. She leans down and kisses your head. "Don't worry, darling. I just want to make sure you're being a good girl. Now go brush your teeth." Mom says in a sweet tone, smiling softly.

You stand up from your chair and walk out of your room, as you walk to the bathroom across the hall, you brush some hair off your nightgown, trying not to wonder too much into Mom's behavior

Part three

[noxexistant]

ai-less whumptober; day fifteen

@ailesswhumptober 15 — waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.” ↳ the farm, circa 1890 word count; 1.3k

cw; teeth pulling, possible minor gore, psychosis, catholicism, child abuse

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Morris is screaming like he's being murdered.

He's just got a loose tooth. Oscar knows he does, he'd been the one to find it at some point in the dead of night when he'd woken up to Morris crying beside him — eventually managed to coax him into mumbling hoarsely that his mouth hurts. He'd let Oscar pull his lip back, after he'd sworn to God to be gentle and not touch anywhere near what hurt, and Oscar had seen blood smeared over baby teeth. Remembered how Da had whacked Morris hard in the mouth the evening prior, and the pieces had clicked into place. Da had knocked a tooth loose.

It's one of Morris' canines. They've always been a little crooked since they grew in when he was a wain, tilted forwards to stick out like fangs, and they're sharp as anything too. Sharp like a dog.

Sharp like the devil, Ma's always said.

She hates them. She's always hated them. And she's screaming now too as Da wrangles Morris through the kitchen, a pair of his pliers in one big, work-rough hand.

"Get them," she pleads, tears shining on her face, something terrifying in her pale eyes. Something shining and manic. "Get them, Morris, get the deamhan out of him. Sé do bheath' a Mhuire, atá lán de ghrásta—"

"Stop fuckin' fightin', lamb," Da grits out, spit flying between his teeth. "You'll only have me pullin' out another."

Morris is still screaming.

He's wailing, sobbing, face red with his terror and Da's suffocating arm around his neck, a desperate bid to keep him still, but Morris is writhing despite it. Kicking and scratching and turning his head. It reminds Oscar of trying to hold one of the barn cats, but Mo's nails aren't anywhere near as sharp.

His teeth probably are, but that's the issue, isn't it? He can't bite anyway — not like this. It's clear the tooth is still hurting him bad, only piling onto his panic, all his fear at what Da's going to do. And Da's trying to make it better, Oscar knows. He's just. Not doing it right.

"Le'mme do it," Oscar pleads, not for the first time, but his voice is once again lost over Mo's wailing and Ma's shrieking and praying. All nonsense words, that dirty language she ain't allowed to speak, but for once, Da isn't punishing her for it.

He gets the pliers into Morris' mouth instead. Forces them inside as he's screaming and Oscar watches as he squeezes them tight around what must be his target, scarred knuckles bleaching white with the force of it — and Morris howls. A shrill, awful sound that jerks some sort of primal terror awake within Oscar. A blind, protective urge.

But then Da rips the pliers out, and Oscar can do nothing but watch the blood that sprays, splatters across the wood of the cupboards when Da's arm comes swinging backwards. There's a wee tooth between the jaws of the pliers in his hand. A dangling thread of red-pink skin torn from the inside of Morris' mouth.

Morris bawls. Blood pools over his wet bottom lip, dripping down his chin to join the mess he's already covered in, all drool and tears and snot. He goes down with the tooth when Da drops them both, and a mouthful of saliva washed pink falls from his slack mouth onto the floor as he chokes and gags and sobs.

Oscar tries to run to him, but Ma gets there first.

Oscar had hoped, blindly, that she'd be done now, her insanity satiated for the day. For the morning, at least. But she's still muttering, still crying, still shaking, and heaves Morris up with hands under his arms, strong in that way she only is when she's crazy like this. Dark, unbrushed hair in her face, fire in her cold blue eyes.

"Wash it away," she mutters, voice a hoarse whisper, breathless. "Defiled. Defiled. A Naomh Mhuire, a mháthair Dé. He will forgive but only if we repent in humility before Him, A Dhia—"

She drags Morris up further, to the edge of the sink basin, and forces his head down backwards over the lip of it. Holds him there with a hand tangled in his curls, upside down, neck wrenched back. Flayed out like a sacrifice.

"There is nothing we can do to cleanse ourselves, only Dhia, only His mercy can save us—A Naomh Mhuire, a mháthair Dé, guí orainn na peacaithe, anois is ar uair ar mbás—"

"Ma," Oscar says cautiously, scared in such a different way than he is of Da. "What're you doin'?"

The water turns on.

Oscar's heart stops. Over the immediate thundering of the water as Ma wrenches the pump back and forth, he hears Morris begin to choke and retch beneath the water flooding over his face, pouring into his nose and mouth with how he's pinned turned up to it. Oscar sees him kicking and struggling once again, even more frantic this time — primal — but he's utterly helpless pinned backwards like this. Pitted against Ma's mania rather than Da's brute strength.

"Ma!" Oscar shouts. "Ma, fuck—You're gonna drown him!"

He runs forwards, but, fuck, Ma is strong when she's like this, and she fends him off like she's battling another demon —- one like she's convinced has possessed her youngest. Been convinced since those fucking teeth grew in. She shoves at him with bony elbows, blocks him from Morris with every inch of her scrawny figure, and Oscar can't get past her. Not without hurting her bad, and he doesn't want to. Can't stomach it.

He feels a lot less than his twelve years suddenly.

"Ma!" Oscar pleads.

He knows she'll regret it. She always does, every time she gets like this with Morris. He's her sweet babby, her little angel, her wee lamb. She'll come back to herself hours or days from now and sob over him, over the marks she left, the ones she let their daddy leave. She'll kiss him and cradle him and apologise a thousand times over until the words are meaningless.

But Oscar can't imagine what'd happen if Morris weren't even here for her to sob over when she came to. Buried in the garden like their sister, dead at Ma's hands just the same.

"Ma, you're gonna kill him," Oscar sobs.

Then, finally — "Da!"

He steps back as Da comes running. Watches, crying, as he pries his wife off of their son. Tosses her aside and whacks her hard for good measure, sends her sprawling to the floor, wailing like a child — like Morris — and the water trickles to a stop without an active hand on the pump.

Morris is left wheezing and heaving, awful breathless sounds like he's just been pulled from the lake, still stuck where he'd been left without the leverage or wherewithal or strength to pick himself up.

Da shoves him forwards and he folds, collapses on his knees. Keeps retching until finally he throws up, water and bile and another mouthful of blood. He's not screaming anymore. Just crying, sobbing like he used to when he was a tiny baby and couldn't talk at all, didn't have the lungs to scream.

Da pats him hard on the back, and he retches again.

"Alright. Alright, lamb," Da soothes. "Don't break down on me yet."

Da strokes his soaked, tangled curls back from where they're plastered to his forehead.

"Take a breather, yeah? You have a second. An' then we'll get that other tooth out for your Ma."

[lu-dao-writes]

Trapped (Vere x Leander) (Bondage)

Synopsis A lone fox finds himself strung up.

Warning(s) Anal/gay sex, Leander is a little shit for real, some talk of murder, mentioning of boot humping, some humiliation/degradation, grammar errors.

A/N I like making Leander a loser in my stuff, and you’ll probably notice that.

This was beyond humiliating. 

Vere, hunter extraordinaire. Big bad Vere who rarely made mistakes during a hunt, had fallen into a trap, being strung up in the most ridiculous way ever. And to make matters worse, Leander is the one to find him. 

Ew.

Vere bristles as he hears Leander beginning to crack up. “Stop your laughing and get me the fuck down!”

“That’s no way to ask nicely. I could just leave you to get out for yourself.”

“Do that and I’ll rip you to shreds. Get me down Leander, now.”

Leander, the bastard, starts circling Vere, eyeing him as if he’s some nude portrait. “Now this is a sight…”

“You fucking pervert!” Vere snarls. “Stop thinking with your dick for once and get me down!”

“Come on, Vere, this is the perfect chance for me to make it up to you!”

Vere scoffs with a mocking grin. “You mean the time I let you hump my boot like the desperate dog you are?”

Leander clears his throat with a blush decorating his cheeks. Clearly, he’s not really that embarrassed as Vere wants him to be. 

“Yes,” Leander answers. “I promise it’ll be worth it. And it’ll be kinkier since you’re kinda strung up. You like ropes, right?”

“Hurry up, you fucking reek,” Vere sighs, nearly rolling his eyes far back into his skull.

If there’s one thing he can at least appreciate about Leander, it’s that his dick is fat, and it fills Vere up real nicely. Leander’s thrusts are purposeful, but he’s not as good as Ais; Vere absolutely won’t give him that!

The gloomy nightlife of the forest was being interrupted by Vere’s stifled moans, Leander’s grunts and groans, and the skin of his thighs smacking Vere’s ass repeatedly.

“Y-You better not cum in me,” Vere bites shakily. 

He doesn’t see Leander smirk as he cums, a strangled moan leaving his lips, his tail curling. 

His ears pick up the sound of Leander fisting his own cock, his breath picking up before he groans loudly. 

Vere then feels unbridled rage as he feels Leander shoot his cum on his ass and on his tail.

Oh, he’s going to maul that mage to bits. 

[lavander-aavaros]

(teenage SnakeBlossom) I'm digging through old stuff and there was this Kaoru chases Adam AU I talked about with a friend. And SnakeBlossom, I desperately want Kaoru do degrade Tadashi into the sun. I don't think this bit of mine was ever posted

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Like. It’s just ot4 and Adam pushing Kaoru away (yes I’m still on my distance angst bs. The au pushes tadaai closer so I gotta compensate). Plus my initial Snakeblossom idea was Tadashi/Kaoru rivalry/Kaoru tormenting Tadashi/yada yada, and Adam nudging them together to be a little shit

TadaAi being cloudy as hell. Because neither of them know what they’re doing. Are they dating? Are they friends? Do they hate each other? 

I’m gonna go with this being after the skateboard burning, since it’s Kaoru chasing Adam 

So Adam is genuinely mad at Tadashi. Idk I feel like the “snap him out” came much later. So the insults were genuinely Adam being bad

So when Kaoru shows up (putting them on good terms here, no “Adam pushes Kaoru away”). Kaoru shows up and hangs out with Adam. When Tadashi shows up, idk maybe Adam told him to bring some food, Adam introduces him as “the dog”. Tadashi is still building his “no opinions” facade so the displeasure shows on his face 

Kaoru sees Tadashi biting his tongue but doesn’t really know their history. He knows Adam, so he’s not surprised when he sees these two interact. He puts two and two together. So he decides that, since Tadashi is gonna be part of their group one way or another, he can also have some fun

Now there’s two ways this could go: 1. [adult SnakeBlossom degradation I never posted] with Tadashi appalled by Kaoru because Adam insulting him has a precedent, but Kaoru's in no place to be a bully to him, so he claps back [it ends with Tadashi being bullied into submission dw] 2. Tadashi takes it, guilt and his self harm mechanism is emotional pain

Kaoru’s comments are very different from Adam- thats obvious. And Tadashi can’t really object, since he’s around for Ainosuke. He’s not supposed to be part of the scene but both Kaoru and Tadashi keep including him

Ainosuke’s comments hurt, sure, but he deserves them so it's fine. But Kaoru? Kaoru's just a jerk who’s clearly having too much fun with this. And does Ainosuke stop him? Of course not. He even encourages it! 

Tadashi is conflicted because, sure, he deserves it, it might even be more fitting that he hates it. That it’s someone else dealing the punishment and he doesn’t have Ainosuke as a comfort. But he also knows Kaoru doesn’t know their history, that he’s not doing it to help Adam.  And Kaoru’s comments have juuust a different edge than Ainosuke's.

But Ainosuke pushes him towards Kaoru and Tadashi can't allow himself to say no to that. Ai likes that Kaoru can get a response out of Tadashi, because whenever he tries, all he gets is "no opinions". And Kaoru definitely likes to see Tadashi fight, only to turn around and eat his words when Adam shows up (I imagine them squabbling upclose while Adam's in the bathroom and the moment that door opens, Tadashi shuts his mouth and takes a step back)

[lostwrlds]

،، ✶ 🥽 SELFSHIPS !

٠࣪⭑ a small, comprehensive guide to my favourite characters and selfships. you’ll probably may see these tagged across my blog or written about a lot.

O1、yoichi isagi & sachi like pure happiness.

🌎 —  boy next door meets girl from the city. strangers, to friends, to lovers. mutual pining & possessive best friend - should have been together ages ago! “he asked for no pickles” gf, “my girl is mad at me so i should d!e” bf, falling asleep at each other's places, longing looks, wearing his clothes, way too comfortable around each other, kisses on the doorstep, guard dog privileges.

O2、seishiro nagi & sachi it's blissful calmness.

🌎 — childhood friends to lovers, shoujo romance plot, walking home from school together, spring graduation, mutual pining, long distance, slow burn, lost contact, sleepy bf and hyper gf. tsoulmates, long-term couple, discord calls, sleeping over, sharing hoodies, neck and nose kisses, boob 'nd ass grabs, matching piercings, stargazing on roof tops, late night drives.

O3、katsuki bakugou & sachi both happy and vicotrious.

🌎 — enemies to lovers, high school frenemies, teen romance, misunderstandings, pining, bad at feelings, rivalry, pro hero-verse. witty comebacks, playfights that end in kisses, deleted texts, confessions when it’s almost too late, promise rings, bruised knuckles, kissing against the bathroom sink, rubbing alcohol, tracing scars, “your place or mine.”

O4、tobio kageyama & sachi the hero's good luck charm.

🌎 — enemies to lovers, horrible communication, seven minutes in heaven, partnered project, break ups, college!au. “mean to everyone but her” bf, “oblivious to the world around her” gf, “okokokok” bf, “lalalalala” gf, holding hands under the table, showing up in the rain, sunset walks, hugs from behind.

O5、xavier & sachi upon seeing the stars, he feels happiest.

🌎 — coworkers to lovers, soulmates, mutual pining, "your place or mine?", cooking dates, "possesive" bf, "oblivious" gf, star gazing, late night walks, instant ramen, hotpot dates in winter, commutes to work, kisses at train stations, cuteness aggression, hiding hickies.

O6、caleb & sachi the crisp bite of an apple is happiness worth a thousand sins.

🌎 — forbidden romance, soulmates, childhood memories, scraped knees, sharing a bike in the summer, peeling fruit, lego sets, matching jewellery, couples outfits, giving him flowers, obsessed with each other, listening to the rain, couple that can't keep their hands off each other.

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[wandaluvstacos]

dragon saddle design

i hate that people don't think deeply about dragon saddles cuz I certainly have. I hate that people are like "oh you just put a horse saddle on a dragon." WRONG. A horse cannot fly at 2000 feet in the sky, fly vertically down or up, or do a barrel roll. If they do, you're dead. like damn my horse stepped in a hole at a walk and I fell off, and that was only a fall of about 5 feet. A dragon saddle needs to look more like a roller coaster ride harness. These things are actually designed to keep you on no matter what.

I know people like the look of horse saddles but this shit will get you murdered instantly

at least this saddle kinda makes it hard to fall off backwards or forwards

Personally if I were designing one, the key features would be:

Laying down design: The wind you'll get at cruising heights when you're sitting up will be significant and uncomfortable. Also, if you're riding that thing for hours, it makes sense to lay down cuz you can also take a nap (if you don't need to be steering). Also, it's much easier to stay on a wobbling monster in the sky when you're laying down on your stomach than if you're sitting straight. ALSO, if the dragon is not horse-sized, you cannot straddle it unless you know how to do the splits.

Like when I saw this I thought: oh you are falling off IMMEDIATELY

2. YOU NEED TO BELTED THE FUCK IN. I'm talking straps, straps, and more straps. Failsafes for your failsafes. Think of rockclimbing harnesses. Shit that will keep you on that dragon no matter what.

3. Something rigid to brace against. For this I think of how side saddles work, in that you've got two cups for your thighs for support.

I'm thinking something like this, but something you can wedge yourself under so that when your dragon does a barrell roll, you aren't getting thrown around. Again, think of how the bars work on a roller coaster.

I think it's worth considering how the saddle is connected to the dragon. It takes significant strength to buckle a girth on a horse. Dragons are much bigger than horses, so to buckle a girth even three times the size of one on a horse would be a huge chore. You also need more failsafes. Girths come loose on horses sometimes. This is something you DON'T want happening in the sky. I'm thinking multiple straps with multiple smaller buckles, as well as a second harness that attaches you to the actual dragon and not the saddle.

Lastly, I do see bits used on dragons and I think it's a bad idea. Bits only work on horses because they have a huge gap between their molars and front teeth, and nothing is sharp. This wouldn't work on a dog, cat, or anything that has a consistent row of teeth. They'd end up just constantly biting the metal. Also, dragons spit fire! That bit would get melted so fast!

I think a much better idea is to use a bullring.

These are a rather quick installation on a young calf, and because they work on sensitive, soft tissues, they're much more responsive than trying to steer via the horns or neck or face. If you've got a 3000 lb dragon, there's NO FUCKING WAY you are controlling that thing with a regular halter and reins unless you've got a mindlink or something. A bullring takes care of that issues, and they look bad ass anyway.

Also, I know this is AI garbage but anything that requires you to sit IN FRONT of the wings is just... not going to work lol. No one rides a horse on top of their shoulders. You ride behind the shoulder for a reason (so you don't immediately fall over their head every time they stop)