#is so gross and awful. i hate my body so much. why do you need that fucker? we can hug ourselfs! settle for that

[gatun-gatunesco]

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[snowsinterlude]

˚ ᜔ ࣪ ✿ ࣭ ۟ bathtub.

(corioanus snow x reader)

summary: stressed about that time of the month, your boyfriend watched you bathe in awe of the red water.

c.w: period sex, sensitivity, fertile period, p in v, oral sex (f. recieving), blood, biting, praising, overstimulation, dacryphilia, petnames (doll, princess, angel), bathtub sex, blood kink, breeding, unprotected sex, fingering, making reader taste herself.

a/n: i watched saltburn . need to get a bit out of my system . also i'm kinda of sleepy and shaky so there's probably a bunch of mistakes here

you hated being on your period. it always came when you wanted the nastiest things possible.

now, mourning for the loss of a contact you couldn't have now, you were deep into the bathtub, only your face was capable of beig seen inside of the bathtub alongside with the red water and bubbles.

your boyfriend was kneeling by your side, washing your hair with the upmost kindness as his fingers rubbed your scalp. god, you were crazy about him- you wanted him to fuck you, wanted him inside you, taking your pain away.

but you thought it was gross. and even if you adored vampires, you didn't want to see your boyfriend's pretty face being dirty and stick because of your blood.

"i still don't know why you don't wanna do it." he said, kissing your shoulder, massaging them.

"it's gross, coryo. you don't have to do it." you said, feeling shivers down your body. specially when his fingers travelled down to your breasts- gosh, you were so sensitive. your nipples seemed to wake up immediatly. "s..stop. stop, i'm not gonna let you fuck me while i'm like this."

"but it would help ease up the pain." he said, changing his pose to kiss your cleavage. now, he was at the side of the bathtub, your hair was wet, beautiful, some shampoo bubbles were dripping on the floor.

"coryo.." you pouted. you were almost giving in, he could see that, from your tear pooled eyes to your thighs rubbing together; you wanted this as much as he did.

"c'mon, doll. don't hold up. i know you want this just as much as i do." he said, taking off his shirt, getting into the bathtub with you, engulfing your nipple into his hungry mouth.

finally, he earned a moan out of you, your legs instantly spreading to him, his fingers didn't even had a hard time finding your bloody slick, you moaned while holding his hair, his fingers finding your velvet core and entering it easily.

there was something on the sounds of his fingers thrusting your bloody pussy so eagerly, something hungry on the way he mouthed your boob aggressively, biting it on his teeth as if it was a gummy bear, and still being so eagerly sweet in those bites, in those thrusts.

"cory!" you cried, hips bucking up to his fingers, breath hitching, and almost cumming. he could feel it in the way your cunt was clenching around him, that's why he pulled his fingers out of you. "hey.." you pouted.

for your surprise, his fingers were on your mouth now. the metallic, bittersweet taste of your blood was hot on your tongue, and even if you were humming on his fingers, unbelieving of what he was doing, you still sucked on his fingers, swallowing the taste of your own blood.

"coryo!" you called, brows knitted together while he smiled at you. "that was gross! ugh, for god's sake!"

"you swallowed it." he said, grinning darkly. you gulped down your saliva. "i didn't even told you to, you just did."

"i..."

"what a good girl." he chuckled, drowning into the water. the weight of both bodies made the water overflow, it flow off the bathtub, and even if you were surprised, your boyfriend drained the bathtub, and he had the nerve to pull your legs and place them on each side of his head.

you panicked, eyes wide open as you spoke "c-coryo, don't- it is a mess there, didn't you notice i'm on my period?!"

"i don't see how it affects me, princess" he said, kissing your inner thigh, stained with blood. "and, lucky for me, i'm a vampire"

he smiled devilishly. and although you found it was gross, he still managed to manipulate you into allowing it, and so, when his tongue pressed against your sensitive clit in the most delicious manner, you couldn't do anything other than squirm, moan and hold his hair.

but of course, he didn’t leave it at that. of course he had to finger you again, teasing you, passing his fingers through your slick, painting you with your blood; messily painting your blood on your cleavage, on your neck, on your boobs. like a white canvas, you slowly began gaining color.

and with his tongue tasting you, thrusting, licking, torturing you, your back arched perfectly as you held onto the bathtub, mewling his name. "c-cory! coryo!!!" you cried. "'m gonna- oh fuck!"

"i know, doll. i got you." and you came undone quickly, hands shaking, legs shaking, mouth held agape and still, your eyes shone when you saw him on top of you, blood on his chin, on his adam's apple, on his fingers. somehow, it was the prettiest sight you've ever seen. "but do you got me?"

you nodded, grinding so desperately on the bulge of his pants, so sensitive for him, throbbing and clenching, missing the bare contact you had with him. "yes, yes, i do."

this was enough of an answer for him to unbuckle his pants, wet from the way he drowned himself on that bathtub, his dick slapping at your clit, making you mewl at the sudden violence against your most sensitive parts; the way his tip teased your core was getting you to cry.

when he finally penetrated you, you felt like the pain, alongside with your ovulation, were getting into a fight; one seeing who was stronger than the other and for your own pleasure, it was your ovulation who won against the pain of the cramps.

"fuck- look at you, you're so wet" he moaned, taking your waist on his hands, holding you in your place before starting to pound inside you and god, you were so sensitible. it didn't matter anymore, when he licked your tears and kissed your lips, your legs trembled around his waist, you could feel every inch of his dick inside you, and even the slowest thrusts were making you mewl and moan around him. "god, angel, are you tighter than before?"

and you nodded. the side effect of your period was that you always felt tighter, hornier, more sensitive, more emotional; and you couldn't help but suck on his thumb as he thrusted a bit more faster and deeper inside you, kissing your temple and your lips while taking his thumb out of your lips to rub your swollen clit.

"you're so good, look at you. you're just perfect around me." he chuckled, biting your neck and squeezing your boob on his hand.

"coryo, s-slow it down, please. don't wanna c-cum yet!" you pleaded, crying from the overstimulation. you already came, a mild orgasm when he fingered you, another orgasm when he eat you out, and now that you had the sight of him on top of you, fucking you like that, you felt like you would cum just from the sight of it, specially when you looked down to see how it looked- his cock entering you so fast and yet slow, deep and good inside you.

and god! there was blood on his dick! and he didn’t even seem to care- it was like he knew about it, like he wanted more.

"i know, babe. you can cum how many times you want." he said, and you were genuinely crying from pleasure. on the other side, there was a coriolanus who thought that period sex was the prettiest form of bonding. like it was a spiritual thing-

and even when you came, being accompanied by him after a feel thrusts, cum and blood mixing together, he bathed you both and at night, he still managed to fuck you again.

he did it many times before, fucked you on your period as if it was his prize, like there was nothing better than it.

with that being said, now, he had his face buried in between your legs, sucking on your blood while you tried to work on the assignment the teachers gave you both. well, his part was done. now, his job was other;

pleasuring you and sucking the blood off you.

[menlove]

as a card carrying terf I don’t think trans ppl are disgusting and neither does any radfem i’ve ever met, vast majority of us dgaf about trans people specifically; we want single-sex spaces to exist and btw trans people need those single-sex spaces too. trans women deserve to have spaces for Just trans women and cis women deserve spaces with Just cis women etc etc. i highly recommend doing some actual research into radical feminism instead of repeating the "theyre all conservatives who hate gnc people and find trans people disgustinf and want to kill them" that is simply not true lmao. you may be surprised a what you learn! sincerely a gnc lesbian and proud radfem

I have in fact done much research into radical feminism babe! trust me I have spent hours in yalls spaces! and you simply cannot speak for every single terf just as I can't speak for every trans person. you can't say "come on NO ONE IS SAYING-" just like I can't say that either. do you know every terf? have you seen every blog? have you been a trans person (particularly a trans woman) on the internet trying to just exist in peace? no? then you don't get to say "no terf is SAYING-" because yes, a lot of you are!

"no terf thinks trans people are disgusting" cool so when I was 19 and hadn't touched testosterone a day in my life and had she/they in my bio one of you coming into my ask going "I can tell by looking at you that you'll never be a woman lmfao" bc I'm latine w a shitton of body hair and non-eurocentric features, THAT was out of love for ✨women✨.

when yall (not you specifically but your group you associate with) get on twitter and pick apart the selfies women post telling them they're ugly and following it up by saying you KNOW they're "men" and it turns out 9/10 you've just harassed a cis woman who just doesn't meet eurocentric beauty standards, that's so totally cool and awesome and out of love for cis women and a want for separate spaces right?

when yall go into trans people's asks and tell us to kill ourselves, call us pedophiles, call us rapists, call us ugly... that shit just doesn't happen, right? and yes I'm Aware yall get death and rape threats too. you shouldn't, it's gross on both sides, but really it's not proving your point here.

it's fucking infuriating. you're infuriating. because radical feminism could be something worthwhile (and funnily enough I've met a lot of older ex radfem lesbians who have veered away from it bc of how fucking vitrolic yall are towards trans people). but instead, it is steeped and inseparable from the mire of hatred and disgust that you parrot. you don't give a single shit about women, whatever sex.

I'm an assigned female at birth lesbian who has only ever slept with other people with vaginas (consensually anyway). I can't tell you the amount of hate I've gotten from yall. just for being trans. even though I meet your definition of being a woman and being a lesbian. it doesn't matter because your hatred for people you deem as degenerate outweighs actually fucking advocating for feminism.

I'm not even going to argue with you on how useless single sex spaces actually are bc despite their best attempts there's always going to be problems (namely: fun fact cis women can be awful too AND how the fuck are you going to check and enforce this rule? what is your end goal?).

but what I AM going to say is no, sorry, that's NOT what a lot of you think. that's what YOU think. that's why YOU'RE a terf. but actually fucking look at the people around you. go on a trans person's blog or twitter who's receiving harassment and fucking try and tell me it's to promote "uwu safe spaces" like.... be fucking serious with me right now lmfao

you're not conservatives! but you are a bunch of fucking assholes who care more about harassing trans people than building a feminism that might actually have teeth. if you're using those teeth to attack a group more vulnerable than you, you're just an aggressor.

tldr you don't speak for all of them, go fuck yourself, etc

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Guy Quotes

silly pizza manヽ(*＾ω＾*)ﾉ @capitalisticveins @miya-akiko he has been delivered!!

“You’re a jerk. Well. I like jerks.”

“We can’t be getting outta bed before 10, that’d be crazy, that would violating countless labor laws.”

“Oh, you are getting close. Hi! Hi baby. I love youuu~”

“I missed you. I always miss you. Days are long when you’re not around.”

“Jealousy’s a disease, get well soon to those bitches.“

“Come on, take my hand. Well if you don’t, I mean you could get lost on the way. Anything could happen.”

“I am not a menace. I am the menace. And I am your menace. I love you, honey.”

“I don’t need all that shit. I love you just like this. Eye rolling and grumbling is a totally valid love language.”

“Dishes? Dishes? You want me to do dishes? […] Honey, I like a little degradation as much as the next guy, but can’t you just put me on a leash instead, like a normal couple?”

“Let go of me, ahhhh I’m being repressed!”

“Oh, no, no I’m kidding, come here, don’t pout. Yes you are, you are pouting. It’s cute.“

“I vacillate wildly between either looking like an Adonis sent down like a gift or a literal gremlin that couldn’t pull numbers if his life depended on it.”

“No, you smile plenty. And it’s a beautiful smile when you grace me with it. It’s special when you smile.”

“But you are a softy with me. And the other people you care about. You feel things deep. That’s not a bad thing.”

“And how exactly do you expect to keep me in this bed now that you’ve got me here, hmm? Thought about that? Ooohhh gon’ tie me down, fifty shades of honey oooo~”

“You look really cute bundled up in bed like that. Shut up, yes you do. My cute little grumpyface. Aw is my grumpyface mad at me?“

“Aw. That’s so sweet. Who are you and what have you done with my lover? [hit] Ow, okay, there you are.”

“What do you mean you’re gross? You’re not gross, you’re amazing.”

“Thank you for seeing something in me. Something that mattered. Nah, I was talking about my ass.”

“You know wordplay reminds me of? Tongue-twisters! You know what tongue-twisters remind me of? Tongue-kissing, let’s explore that topic shall we—ow ow ow”

“That’s not nothing, that’s called quality time honey.”

“I only wanna be supine if I’m being supine with you!”

“I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me~”

“Ew, you can’t give me a forehead kiss, that’s too sweet! Who are you? Why would you do that, being all tender and sweet, that’s gross, you’re gross. No, don’t go. I like you tender and sweet and gross.”

“You have a wonderful hand. It does exquisite work. Ooo don’t make a boy a promise, you betta use it to cover this mouth, fifty one shades of honey ooo~.”

“Making my stupid jokes isn’t as fun without you rolling your eyes and pretending to hate it.”

“Is that why you put up with my memes and shit? Cause I got a big dick and a great ass?”

“I’ll never be sorry for a chance to spend a day at your side.”

“—eh, “Buy Low”, “Start Low”, what’s the difference? You say tomato, I say I wanna put my head between your thighs, it’s semantics.”

“It’s about your thighs wrapped around my head like you’re trying to crush a watermelon. Aw, come on, I’m made of tough stuff. Or not, but hey, that’s a hell of a way to go.”

“You know what this means though, right? Oh my god, they were roommates!”

“Honeybabydarling.”

“But I’ll restrain myself. At least until I can convince you to restrain me. Preferably to our bed. Unnhh.”

“I want to make you squirm under the touch of my fingers and the heat of my mouth and the weight of my tight, straining body pressed flush against yours. And then at some point you can shampoo my hair, cause that always feels nice.”

“Okay, okay, very serious… Canasta. Nasty canasty. Ow—!”

“I’m ready for instruction, professor. Mmm. Mmhmm. I think you’ll find I’m a very hands-on learner. Unnhhh.”

“Do they have to match suite kiss me. Hmm? No, I asked do they have to match suite kiss me, like does the whole canasta kiss me have to be the same suite please kiss me. I don’t know what you mean kiss me. […] kiss me, kiss me really hard.”

“Because no one’s gonna tell me I’m too sexy to be who I am.”

“And maybe I wanna get some, I don’t know! Who said that? Wait— who said that? Wait, who was that? I mean that wasn’t me… shit.”

“That’s my brain, and the only thing that’s gonna wake it up is some kisses. Slow sexy kisses. With tongue. For. You know. Kinetic energy. Transfer. In my mouth. Our mouths.”

“Thank you, honey. I don’t know. For a lot of things. For the water. For hanging out with me. For putting up with me. For being so hot and sexy. I repeat, for putting up with me.”

“I’d lick it off the fucking floor at this point if that’s what you want— anything. That’d be pretty fucking hot actually.”

“I love you, hun.”

“Ah, mm, no. I saw the smile. Yes you did, you can’t hide it from me.”

“Anyway, I am half naked. You are very mean. That’s very hot. You and me honey ain’t nothing but mammals so, uh, whaddya say we do it like they do on discover channel, unhh? Well, you know, personally I was thinking a little less nature documentary and a little more battle bots, you know? Like, I want you to just fucking snap me like a twig!”

“Can’t steal what’s already yours. That’s why you can’t steal my heart cause it’s already yours. Do not groan at me!”

“With you, silence doesn’t feel bad. You looking at me doesn’t feel scary. It feels really good. Feeling seen by you feels good.”

[thebottomfromhell]

Heyyy!!! i dont know if ur gonna see this but I was wonder if you could write headcanons or like anything really with a male reader who is the disgust clone and is not subtle with how disgusted by EVERYTHING he is but then again hes like gorgous but untouchable cuz hell hurl insults at you for looking at him could you do that the other hantengu clones idk if thats selfcest or nah if u dont want to thats cool!!! I hope you have a good day and I love ur writing<333

Hey anon! Thank you for the concern, I'm glad you like my works, it makes me happy when people show their enjoyment with them.

And yes... it would be self-cest. Any ship with any Hantengu clone x Hantengu clone is self-cest. I could start on with how the theme of multiverse has normalized this types of relationships but nobody wanta to go into that rabbit hole.

I was conflicted when I first recieved this, but then again, I never said anything about self-cest so it's on me(tbh I never thought I would need to). I will make it platonic and leave some hints with Karaku [this work will be mostly focused on the inability to scape their respective emotion], but I won't be giving the idea a positive light nor will I romantize it (same thing I mostly do with non-con, I write it but I don't think it's ok and somehow it shows). Hope it comes acceptable.

Disgust Hantengu clone! Reader (Male Demon) dynamic with Clones

Warnings: Cannibalism, Hints of implied self-cest, Implied hint of sextal content, Use of excesive violence, Sekido deadnames reader, Slight angst and non-erotic "slut-shaming".

Your name is supposed to be Ken'o, you know that, it's what you are, what you were created to exclusively feel. Disgust, dislike, antipathy... Ken'o... It's only fitting that you felt disgust of your own name. You hate it, you already hated it the second you heard it in your head and felt it in your heart the second another's demon head was becoming your own body, feeling the gross sensation of flesh stretching, the ticklish bone growth and the scent of blood and organs that were being produced on that same second. Disgusting, it's all togustings, since just after that you have to meet the dirty ground and slayers, usually ending with your perfectly tidy and clean robes stained with whatever dust, earth or blood you will be facing. It doesn't help to see the others. "Would you stop FUCKING complaining about EVERY SINGLE DETAIL for ONE SECOND?! I swear Ken'o, you are making me so angry I will blow up your pathetic ass!"

That is that again, you have repeated several times that you wanted to go for another name, Y/N. Everyone but Sekido seemed to respect that, but he only got irritated with you, but you just had to complain. Everything is so awful, and nobody tells him anything when he lashes out. That asshole thinks he is the only one having a bad time? You bet his problems are nothing compared to yours "Shut up, Sekido! Your voice is making me have a headache!" He makes an ugly face once you answer back, why is everyone else so coward? Only Aizetsu has the guts every once an eternity to tell the truths to this asshole's face. And even the, when he does he also seems keen in the idea of fighting you. That little-

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, everyone. We just defested some slayers, why don't we take a bite before Urogi beats us to it?" Karaku interrupts, always trying to make averything sound as if was pleasurable, as if it was something good. You genuinely want to throw up the secon you see the corpses on the ground with Urogi kneeling in front of one, munching so much of it that his cheeks as full and not even swollowing all of it before putting more into the cavity, showing the chewed flesh inside his mouth. "Urg. As if I would want to eat with such an animal." Aizetsu seems to only look at everyone else, gaze making you uncomfortable. "And what do you want." To that Aizetsu just looks away and goes where Urogi is, not even bothering to answer you. How rude! Sekido smiles as he sees the offense in your face.

You feel an arm around your shoulder, you see Karaku smiling, the smell and heat coming from his mouth not being pleasant, even if it's not the worst you have felt against you face. "Now, if you are not hungry, Y/N, we can always find something to have fun, ya know? If you can't see anything good, I can always teach you how to have a good ti-" You don't know what repulses you more, the indecent proposal or the stains of blood in your shouldet once Sekido stabs the pleasure clones in the mouth through the back of his head with his staff. "Stop whoring yourself! Have you no shame?!" A part of you wants to defend Karaku, another one sums just wanting to spite Sekido, but other part of you agrees with the anger clone of how disgusting the behavior of the pleasure clone is, seeking his respective sensation like an addict.

And there is the smaller part of you not only likes the attention, making you feel less disgusting with yourself, it also happens when slayers see you. Your emotion doesn't let you tell, but Aizetsu and Karaku have reassured you that you are good looking. But you could never give into such a nauseating touch, with dirty and uncomfortable hands, it's awful.

None of you can fight your respective emotions, even if sometimes you can feel other things. You yearn to be with the others, to be able to spend a good time (not in the way Karaku sometimes offers, but to actually spent good moments), you yearn to be satisfied and content, instead of having to rely in pride for some positiveness. You can't help to resent Urogi and Aizetsu the most, who manage to work through their emotions, the first one just uncaring as long as he is not hurt or caged, the second one managing to stay calm and be understanding. Both of them get along well, and you can see them talking and eating together. You want to complain, to take the off-putting sensations out of your head and chest, but there are never gone. The second everything seems fine, you find another thing that disgust you and center everything on it. (You have not stopped thinking that Sekido feels that same way in his anger.)

"Let's just go back, we don't need to be here and stay divided any longer. We are clearly just wasting time in here. I don't want to see any of you!" Urogi is the first to protest. "Huh? C'moooooon, Sekido, just one more hour! Pleeeeeease?" "You are not going to be able to convince him like that." Part of you wants to also protest, you don't want to be grouped with this freaks! And you just came out! What would be the point? "C'mon, Y/N, handsome. Help me convice Sekido to relax. There is no need to rush back." Part of you wants to explore, to get away, to move away... but another one knows that inside Hantengu's head you won't have to deal with all this disgust. "Go fuck yourself, Karaku."

[mollisangelus]

Red Is My Favorite Color

Yandere! Alpha! KiriBaku x Omega! Reader

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I haven't posted in a while, this is just the start of this story. There isn't a lot to look for here, but necessary for plot purposes, I hope to get people hooked. I love these boys so much, especially together. Please enjoy!! PLEASE POINT OUT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.

TW: Depression, self-hatred comments, horrible self care. This one is pretty light, so not much to worry about, but I want to try and cover all bases.

♡———♡

You signed tiredly, acknowledging the buzz on your hip. Your pager alerting you of your next customer. You looked in the mirror, and your chest tightened. You look exhausted, dead. Dark bags under your eyes, your hair slightly greasy. You felt gross, and you hated it. You just had to finish this shift. Something about today felt different, you felt lighter, a pep in you step for once. Scientifically, it was the dogs surrounding you, but you wanted to believe that maybe something good would happen today. A sign that you could make it. 

You smiled at yourself, a reassuring pep talk going on in your brain as you fixed your ponytail, tugging out hairs to frame your face. With that, as energetically as possible, you stepped out of the lounge, a bright smile down the hallway, that you hoped your next customer would see. You wanted them to be comfortable as they adopted a dog, and you hoped to pick the right one so they never brought it back. It killed you when another family didn't know what they were signing up for, and another animal was shoved back in a cage. 

Your mind was pulled elsewhere though, you could smell him before you saw him. Despite being surrounded by animals, where most people's smells would be thrown off, as an omega, it was heightened for you. A blush dusted your cheeks, as you paused more than halfway down the hallway, the smell of pine, the gentle freshness of morning dew, and something sweet? The last part was more of something added, they must be scented. It struck you as odd however, typically scented people smelled awful to others, but to you, it was… comforting. 

Thank goodness they couldn't smell you or the pleased pheremones your body would be giving off if you didn't wear scent blockers. You didn't like surpressants. The risk of infertility and illnesses kept you away, the chances of it happening much too high for you, and despite it seeming like an impossibility, you wanted to be a mother one day. A dream of yours. 

Finally, as they caught up to you, you started to feel him too, large footsteps that seemed to bounce yourself on the concrete. Finally, once he was in your range of your poor sight, you looked to him. Your eyes widened, and you froze for a moment, heart thumping in your chest. A blush raging on your face as you realized how you must look, so glancing away, you quickly apologized. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just such a big fan, and wasn't expecting to see you!" You spewed out quickly, as if expecting him to hate you just because you became flustered. Your coworker laughed quietly and left you two, as he responded. 

"Oh goodness, no need to be sorry, I'm happy to meet any of my fans!" He took a step closer and offered his hand, for you to shake. "Eijirou Kirishima when I'm off duty."

Looking up to his dazzling, scarlet eyes made your omega sing, you took the alpha's hand, and shook it carefully, giving your name in return. You hand felt tingly and weird once you pulled away, but if he felt it too, he didn't make a sign of it, so you didn't either. 

Don't need to embarrass yourself further, stupid.

He said your name as if testing it on his tongue, and you made yourself ignore the shudder it gave you, definitely an alpha, you thought. His dazzling smile was back and aimed at you, "So, where do we start?! I'm so excited! My partner and I have felt like there's something missing, so this is where I headed." 

A stupid pang of jealousy shot at your heart, but you knew that already didn't you? So why was your omega so upset? Ignoring it, you smiled back at him, "Well I'm glad to see you! Let's start with some questions! What type of dog are you guys looking for?" You started walking down the hallway, turning, and he fell in step beside you.

As you headed to the room where he would stay as you brought in dogs, you guys chatted. "Well definitely one that can keep up with us, we're both heros so it's in and out of the house. We want somebody that needs some love, ya know?"

It sounded a little more like maybe they needed a kid, but with them both being heros, that was probably impossible. It hurt your heart for them a little, you couldn't imagine that pressure, especially from your second genders. 

You tried to hide the look of sympathy, and smiled back at him, "Well let's try a few and if anything feels right, I'll take you back to Amanda to get paperwork settled!" 

It seemed just in time, as the door for the greeting room was right there, and you happily opened it and led him, explaining how it worked when meeting a dog and how you would warn him if they were skittish or something, but even then he should be careful when approaching the dogs. He nodded and seemed so serious, so determined, but still had that boyish look to him. It made you giggle a little. 

His grin crooked a little, eyes sparkling. Things that seemed to miss your eye as he looked up at you, your giggle sending his heart thumping like crazy. You were adorable. "What?"

You smiled a little, a blush blossoming over your nose and to your cheeks, "Your just like a puppy yourself." His own cheeks got a little red, and you realized what you said. "I- uh, I'm sorry! That was unprofessional, I'm gonna go get the first puppy." 

Before he had a chance to respond, you were already out the door. A small frown graced his face while you were gone, hating how you seemed so skittish and frightened of him. He wouldn't hurt anyone, unless of course, he had to because of his job. Something about the way your dulled scent changed made him want to hug you, and he's pretty sure you would collapse if he did. He sighed, he'd seen this all too well, and didn't want to push you. 

So when you came back with a adorable german shepherd, he acted as if nothing ever happened, and went on like normal. You guys talked as you brought in the dogs, he seemed to fluster you so easily. You chalked the flirting up to being his personality, he obviously had a partner, even if they weren't completely mated yet. At least, from what you could tell, his mating bite would be anywhere. 

Either way, it was comfortable with him, easy. Your anxiety didn't eat at you too much, and you tried to ignore any bad thoughts. One of your favorite heros were right here! You had to enjoy it! But something started to creep up when it seemed he didn't like any of the dogs. You frowned as he nervously scratched his neck, saying no to the adorable golden retriever. 

You thought for a moment, a dog that needs some love, huh? An idea sparked and your face shot up, excitement seemed to take over so quickly. Kirishima shot up when you did, sensing the change in your scent, like a buzz through his nerves. So odd for a little beta. "I've got it! I'll be right back!" 

Without another word, you were leading the little golden out and within 10 minutes, he heard you coming down the hallway again. He peeked his head out this time, impatient to see what you came back with. On the leash beside you was the cutest dog he has ever seen. Your smile made the scene all the better, as if you were proudly looking at the hopping bulldog. The little guy only had three legs, but nothing seemed to be able to wipe off the dorky grin, with his tongue sticking out. 

You smiled at Kirishima as you got closer, letting the pup in first. You sat down and allowed the little guy to rest on you. "This is Roofus," you started, "We got him about 3 years ago. When he was found, his leg was broken and infected, and to avoid him passing from illness, they had to amputate. We didn't think he was gonna survive at first, but the little guy pushed through! For a while he was nervous with people," you scratched behind his ears and kissed Roofus' head, "but he and I were determined, and he's gotten a lot better. You just gotta be careful with him at first, he doesnt like sudden movements, or escalated behavior. Like arguing or fighting, it freaks him out."

Kirishima nodded, but his eyes were on the adorable dog in front of him. He slowly got off his chair and onto the ground with you both, his hand stuck out for the pup to sniff. For a second, he did, and then placed a slobbery lick right to his hand. "He's perfect, I'll take him." Was all that came afterwards. 

Your eyes widened and twinkled and you smiled so brightly at the news, "Really?! Oh my goodness, yay! Roofus, you're gonna get a home!" You were so happy for the little guy, as you cupped the pups face and kissed his head. 

You stood up after a moment of celebration and turned to Kirishima, "Let's go get you and this little guy sorted out!" 

That's how it all started.

[iguessitsjustme]

Love Sea Episode 2 Thoughts

Okay. I just got home. Saw a strange little movie but it was soooo good. It needs to win awards for the sound mixing because it was brilliant. But I digress. Now I’m gonna go from a movie that made me shed 3 whole tears (impressive if you know me) to Love Sea. But I was promised that this week is at least…fine. Anyway, as always, liveblog under the cut:

Why was I logged out of IQIYI? Very confused why it wasn’t working but figured it out. I’m too tired for this honestly.

Okay just had a fight IQIYI for sound. Anyway, I’m gonna need a nap immediately after watching this.

Note to self: never go from a movie with quite literally some of the best sound mixing I’ve ever heard to BL. Especially MAME. Just don’t do it. It’s not fair to the show. That said, this is hurting my ears.

I was distracted by the god awful audio and wasn’t paying attention. I beg your pardon hWAT

We went from some extremes here. Didn’t you just think he was drowning and you were mad at him for that? Rightfully so? Horny boys….

The way I would not eat that clam. Mostly because my body has informed me that legally I cannot but also because I would be so pissed at having someone’s hand in front of my face.

Save Mook. Save her. Was Vie just…staring out her peephole for 30 minutes watching her? Like some sort of creep? Girl why? I hate how hot you are. Be a better person.

Is this…consensual? In a MAME show? Am I dreaming?

But also boys. Boys. The sand. Boys the sand. At least lay down a towel first or something.

He’s gonna write about this isn’t he?

Brings new meaning to post nut clarity. Cured his writer’s block…for now.

Can you hear my laughter at Mut being so confused why Rak is now writing? “Am I losing my touch?” As much as I would love you to have your ego bruised, I think you actually rocked his world so hard you helped him in more ways than one. Alas. It’s always the characters I hate that the show makes good in bed.

Oh look at all of Rak’s works. Look at our successful boy.

Save Mook. Kill Vie. What’s wrong with her? Just say you want to spend time with her. Don’t disparage yourself and make her your own personal slave I hate you.

I have now seen more ass than I wished to see today. Thank you Love Sea but also no thank you. Also jerkin it in the shower. Will Rak join him? Only time will tell! he did

I have seen…so much...tongue…in just one episode.

Honestly it’s a damn shame the sound mixing is so bad. I’m not actually hating this episode. Strange. But I need it to stop assaulting my ears.

BL boys stop opening condoms with their mouth challenge 2k24.

BAHASDHGKSJHDGKJHSDG give the translators a raise actually

Vie keep your lips to yourself. That was…gross. A reward would have been not making Mook do all of that work. Not…that. I hate it here. Imagine if the GL didn’t suck. Imagine that.

Why is Mook excited by that? Girl. You need friends. Friends would help you get a backbone. And also tell you what just happened is not okay.

Helmets? HELMETS? In my BL? I can’t believe my eyes.

I will keep my thoughts about the scene in which Rak talks about being a writer to myself. My thoughts are between me and god. And also anyone who asks. But you gotta ask for em.

Now IQIYI. I can’t read that. I have many skills but reading Thai is not one of them.

Did that man just jump into the water…on his own…specifically after having a problem with Mut doing that? I get it’s a different situation but my guy. MY GUY. There is no water safety in the show and I’m gonna lose my mind.

And this is why you don’t DIVE ALONE. I am losing it. Absolutely losing it.

Sure wish I knew what those texts said right about now.

I did not hate this episode. I did not hate them. I am…confused. Baffled even. I do think perhaps one scene in particular was a bit…no. I shan’t say. But just know that I am correct in my thoughts. I might actually be kind of looking forward to the next episode. Hopefully it doesn’t assault my ears dear god.

[neurotheascars]

I'm going to write about a complicated memory time I'm having as an endogenic non human alter, for science, and it's not nice, but I'm being vulnerable here so I can unpack this a little. Feel free to chime in if you have had a similar experience or know what causes this sort of thing.

So like, body has autism, I've accepted that that means I have autism, but like... My ASD symptoms as a child were very much me "being an alien" in my memory. And even to this day, logically, I know it's an autism thing but it still feels like an alien thing.

So when I was in 1st grade, I'm sure I was not the only one in the body at this point, but I remember doing this (very mean, I'll admit) thing in elementary school at least once day.

As other kids would pass by in a line or when we were waiting for something where we could see a lot of people or even when I would look at my year book, I would look at each person, one by one, and privately (thank goodness) think to myself about how ugly everyone is.

I hate your nose. I hate your eyes. I hate the way you smell. I hate the sound of your voice. Everyone around me I thought was ugly in so many different ways because I thought humans were ugly. I still kinda do, but to a much much much lesser extent. I was an outsider in a strange place with strange rules and I thought everyone looked unfamiliar and gross. I don't feel like this anymore but humans are still an acquired taste in my mind. I'm the only alter in the system like this.

I say this was probably an autistic thing because it had to do with facial features specifically and I've heard that we struggle to look at faces or recognize them, so I can only imagine this pushes the same brain buttons. I can't be asked/forced to draw human faces without melting down totally. I can draw the body perfectly well. So this isn't a skill issue either.

Now, this wasn't and isn't "everyone is ugly but me" this was very patently "the human form is awful. Who did this. Why me." It is the root of any un-aliving urge I've ever had. That I can't escape being human around so many humans with an existence completely dictated by humans.

I still to this day, will get so upset and angry when people talk about how figure drawing is mandatory for art students. Figure drawing triggers me.

You must draw the human form because so much art worships the human form. Which isn't.. bad. It's the mandatory part that is. I did it though, I chewed and swallowed that lesson reluctantly only to hack it back up and out later like a cat refusing to take a pill.

It did not help that my figure drawing prof was going through some mental health issues (her tutorial grad students were warning people that she wasn't acting herself)

This manifested as her saying a lot of fucked stuff she could have just kept to herself. Like telling me I needed Xanax because I couldn't bring myself to draw a face. Acting disturbed and confused by just the kind of artist I was. She treated me like a leper.

But the worst thing was by far this:

My human body is a little chunky, but my species is very slim biologically. That's just what we look like. We can be fat, but it's something we have to try really hard to do. I don't care that my human body is fat. I just eat what I can and try to stay alive. I'm not really thinking about weight discrepancy between my forms because I don't consider it an important detail past finding human clothes I enjoy wearing.

We have been drawing our species as a manner of spiritual reconciliation with the concept of self. We didn't fully actually decide the features of our species but instead based details on astral experiences and childhood dream disturbances.

This wasn't a secret to this prof and she basically said that we needed to overcome our body dysmorphia and stop slimming the life models down. Basically if you accidentally drew the model even a little skinnier by accident she would jump all over you.

"it's just habit because 90 percent of my art is tall gangly alien bodies"

"no, you just worship skinniness. You made your aliens skinny because you have an ED" no exaggerating, she said this.

Like excuse me? I didn't know how to report her but she needed to retire because she said this inappropriate shit constantly.

And her vibe influenced all my peers to think I was copping out by only drawing aliens (that I will remind you, are MY RACE, MY SPECIES, MY HOME PEOPLE. ) This isn't about weight. This isn't about "skill" I hate humans. I hate the human body. It is poorly designed and YOU worship it. It's not my fault I dislike it. I'm not a bad creature for disliking it.

Figure drawing doesn't help my art because I'm not fucking drawing humans like everyone else.

"but you can apply some of the anatomy to-"

SOME. I'm convinced that drawing specifically a living person having an improving effect on your drawing skills in general is myth brought on by the art worlds sick obsession with "old master" artists and copying their methods. It's drawing from life that improves you, not just specifically drawing naked people, unless you are an artist who wants to draw humans, which I am not.

All the "greats" drew naked people to practice their own subject, which was people, so now every art student has to, even if that's not their subject. "You MUST draw the naked person" is one part useful lesson, two parts art school hazing. If you wanna fight about this, just know I have already died many times on this hill only to rise again. You cannot change my mind in a way that matters.

I had to unlearn things from figure class. I had to re teach myself how to draw the extremely specific digitigrade legs my race has. I had to keep reminding myself to draw our spines longer.

Because there is real speculative anatomy in there. It's not just for looks. We have long torsos because we are marsupials and the baby needs enough pouch room. We are slim with long bouncy legs to outrun giant worms. These aren't just aesthetic choices. This isn't "skinny is prettier" I just have no biological need to store fat like I do as a human.

Figure drawing harmed me without helping me because of anthropocentric ideas about form. I learned more by studying furry artists and augmenting reference photos.

There were always ways figure drawing could have worked for me if the human form wasn't treated like the most important thing to draw. I maybe also would have been in a better headspace if this profs lectures weren't pointed spitefully at villainizing people who have no desire to draw the human body.

I don't have to deal with this any more but I feel like being malignantly nonhuman in human figure drawing class is an extremely niche and strange horror I needed to talk about.

[doberbutts]

Honestly it's so baffling to me when people on this website claim that Misandry isn't real or men are all privileged oppressors and etc.

Like... I've been on this website for MANY years and I see, on a daily basis:

Jokes about how all men are awful at sex, don't know where the clitoris is, don't know where women urinate from, etc.

Jokes about men having small penises, being gross smelly neckbeards, and other types of body shaming

Posts about how men are all evil, violent rapists or that they will assault or rape someone with no hesitation if given the chance

Posts about how men are pedophiles, groomers, etc. for being interested in children's media or cartoons

Posts making fun of men for having "childish" hobbies like building legos, playing video games, etc.

Posts listing off dangerous, creepy things men do and the entire list is just different symptoms/signs of mental illnesses or learning disabilities

Literal posts about how men should all be eliminated/killed

I could go on and on. I almost lost one of my male friends to suicide because he had severe depression and started hating himself because EVERYONE was constantly reblogging posts about how awful/dangerous/evil men were.

Men DO face problems due to their gender, especially POC, trans, MLM, etc. men. They have basically zero resources if they're victims of abuse/assault/rape and in some places aren't even legally recognized as rape victims, are seen as disposable and not in need of protection and forced to do dangerous jobs, not to mention police violence against male minorities.

It's just so upsetting. I just wish people would be nice to each other and I don't understand why people act this way. It's not a black-and-white issue of "This group is full of dangerous monsters who need to be eliminated, and this group is full of innocent poor abuse victims and there is no nuance at all".

I'm sorry for ranting in your inbox about this, it just upsets me so much.

And, the problem is, some of these things are well earned by men who refuse to do better.

An ex of mine admitted sometimes he had a hard time finding the clit on past encounters with others and funny enough when I was like "bro how it's RIGHT THERE" he was like "stfu yours is HUGE it's unmissable ok of course I could find yours it's the first thing I saw when you took off your clothes they're not usually that big" which is how I got the first hint that I'm intersex. And in fairness some people are just very small- a trans guy I know has occasionally struggled when in an encounter with someone pre-T or no-T and it's effectively microscopic because that's just how that person's body works.

But I've also known cis men who genuinely think girls pee out of their vaginas [again, in fairness, lack of sex ed due to conservative christian upbringing + cis men do in fact pee out of their sexual organ so it's not that big of a logical leap to make], who don't understand literally anything about menses [again, all emissions from a penis are more or less controllable + the concept of uncontrollable bleeding from a penis for a week straight would have most guys in the ER + lack of sex ed], "what size pussy you wear" type dudes [which, again, for all penis-equivilant things, knowing the size does matter]... as well as women who are unsatisfied by their partners' performances and yet refuse to tell them.

I'm not on tiktok but one crossed my dash of a black guy saying he had no idea that when girls put their hands on his abdomen while he's having sex with them, it's because he's hurting them and they're trying to push him away, because of the angle there's just no leverage to actually push. He thought it was encouragement to go harder. His current partner explained it and he immediately felt so terrible thinking back on all the times he's unknowingly hurt someone for his pleasure. Communication is a two-way street, how was this man supposed to improve if his partners are not communicating "when I do this I want you to stop because you're hurting me"?

Yes, some men are just allergic to giving their partners pleasure, and are inherently selfish in bed. But, also, I myself have hard lines I draw and I'm not willing to cross them even if my partner really wants me to. And some of these lines *are* acts that are very common to find in most bedrooms. Again, communication- is he actually allergic to eating pussy because he thinks vaginas are inherently disgusting outside of when his dick's inside one and he doesn't think girls can orgasm, or is he just incredibly turned off by that act but is more than willing to experiment in other ways to bring his partner pleasure? One of these guys is a pissbaby and the other is just a dude with a boundary.

Big sigh.

Now that I am around men, cis men, more often, I find that like in everything there's nuance and perspective.

[lullabybug]

Just had probably the worst binge in over 4 months. I’m going to purge but this is going to be bad. Literally just ate so much of my worst purge foods an entire bag if m&m chocolates and pasta. It tasted good at least lol but I just know this is not going to be pretty.

I hate this ed so much because no matter what I eat or don’t eat I never feel okay like I always want to eat even when I’m not hungry and I know that’s normal when you’ve had an Ed for so long but it’s exhausting. This kind of out of control binge hasn’t happened to me in months like I always plan my binges so that I eat foods extremely easy to purge so never chocolate or pasta because purging those are almost painful to me. in my post binge despair and regret lmao I was thinking I need to stop being so restrictive and just eat more junk food in my calorie limit but even when I do that it’s never satisfying. Like if I eat a chocolate bar I just want another one so why would I waste the calories if I wouldn’t feel better than if I just had a 50 cal applesauce like nothing I do is ever enough to just feel like I’m not starving (maybe I’m just stupid because this is exactly what I’m doing like I’m literally starving myself)

I’m just tired of the binging and purging it’s killing me and I can’t seem to stop it. I have it mostly under control and I’ve lost lots of weight doing it but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still doing it almost every single day and I don’t want to anymore. I’m glad binges like this don’t happen everyday anymore though because I forgot how truly awful they feel physically and mentally. I’m really just procrastinating now because I’m really scared of how bad this is going to be to purge I’m going to try to do it or at least some of it hands free because I drank a lot of water.

Putting a cut because this is a long post and tw it’s kind of gross

Every time I purge I vomit blood and I think it’s from my throat because it’s always sore after so I really hope this goes at least not horribly painful but you know what here are the consequences of my actions maybe this experience will remind me why I stopped buying binge food and having uncontrolled binges. Stay tuned to find out if I completely destroy my body trying to purge this lol.

Don’t be like me I am stupid.

[jonkentdeservesbetter]

So I watched 3x02. I…have thoughts on Lois having cancer, but I don’t know how to write it all together in a way that makes sense? So I’m just gonna ramble my thoughts *shrug*

I guess I’ll start off with the blunt truth (in true Lois-Lane-style): I don’t want this.

Something that’s being said a lot by a good number of fans about this, is that, after both seasons 1 & 2 - S2 especially - this really does not work. Lois has pretty much only had really traumatic and/or emotionally devastating focus, if it’s just hers I mean. Obviously there’s been some fluff in this show, but…first we had Lois feeling less important to Clark in S1 to his other stuff, then her miscarriage storyline, then the almost dying because of Tal and losing her husband to brainwashing and begging for his life, then S2 starts and she’s reliving her trauma with her mother abandoning her, her sister betraying her and her career+integrity being questioned (no resolution to the Ally plot WRT Lois, honestly, which still tastes bitter to me). The whole of season 2 for Lois following that - like. do I truly need to go point by point? Literally S2 was Awful to her.

And now, S3 opens, and she discovers she wants another baby. But not only can she not have that right now (and Clark seemed hesitant but playing along, so maybe not at all and she’s gonna havefta find out later, as she’s dealing with Everything Else), she’s got aggressive, deadly cancer! Hooray 😒 /s.

Like. Why the fuck is it only this? Always?

I hate it. And don’t mistake me: I am very, very chronically ill myself, I KNOW what kind of strength it takes to be THIS sick, to be so weak in the limbs, having to lock yourself in the bathroom for hours because of the more gross stuff, being so fatigued you just can’t shower without help, etc. This is absolutely a storyline that can show strength, because, frankly, the mental fortitude required, and having to completely reshape the way you think, all while grieving losing the autonomy, the functioning of your body, is MASSIVE.

But Lois has been through E-FUCKING-NOUGH ALREADY. We know her strength! We know she’s badass! This is just. It’s just utterly unnecessary and painful and cruel.

This isn’t the storyline she should’ve had.

That’s it. That’s my post.

[reddieandwaiting87]

Top 5 most cringeworthy Dean scenes?

Sorry for the late answer anon but you sent me so many of these and I don't wanna answer them all in one go.

Top 5 most cringeworthy Dean scene's.

1.) Number one has to be that god awful wire *fight* scene in the S13 finale. Singer and Dabb (pretty sure Jensen and Mark.P HATED that scene and didn't wanna do it.) Need to learn less is more and when you have a shoe string budget. Or no clue what your doing then don't do it. Some people where pissed Sam didn't get to kill Lucifer (big deal the bastard came back AGAIN cause Singer and Dabb are fucking idiots.) But I for one was more then happy for Sam to take a back seat.

Tried to find a gift of it but guess nobody wants that cringe scene to be remembered.

2.) Micheal!Dean and his peaky blinders outfit. God that freeze frame at the end of S13 so cringe. OK so not technically Dean but he was still in Dean's body. Just any scene he was in just so cringeworthy. Though his worst scene was with botox Danneel. (Jensen getting the main story line that season and his bimbo wife being given a part. Maybe Misha wasn't the only Singer kiss ass? Or Dabb and Singer playing favourites.) Two bits of wood trying to act so interesting.

3.) That *look at me bitch.* scene from S10 with Mark of Lame Dean fighting a vamp. I guess it's meant to be a badass scene and wow look Dean's so out of control. But Jensen's delivery of the line and the line itself just comes across as try hard and lame. The first time I saw that scene I rolled my eyes so hard. The ONLY good thing Mark of Lame Dean did was punch that Mary-sue Charlie.

I could watch this part all day. :3

4.) OK for this one it's not just one scene but more a thing they seemed to do with Dean and they thought it was *funny* and not just gross. Dean loves food nothing wrong with that. BUT why in later seasons did this grown ass man suddenly not be able to eat without food falling out of his mouth or without his mouth hanging open for all to see? Anytime Dean was eating I nearly had to look away. It wasn't funny it was cringe.

5.) Now this scene I think was in S13 or S14. I actual think it's from the same episode the gift above is from. God I miss the days when I actual remembered spn episodes instead of trying to forget them. ANYWAY back to the point. Sam and Dean are in a college and while Sam is busy working. Dean is too busy looking at all the girls around him. Now I'm not going to be like a Destiel twat during this scene and cry (like they did) how Dean is too old for them. Cause while that might be true. They just don't like to be reminded Dean likes WOMEN. But then they have Dean walking around while saying he can't control himself/is about to lose it etc etc cause he has all these women around him just comes across as pure creep. It was just too much.

That was another fun ask anon. Thanx again.

I will get to the others soon too.

Edit

Thanx @youdontcallmesammy

How could I forget the god awful cringe of this moment. This gets a special mention for ruining what was a good episode

[wholesome-lee-trash]

Fandom: The Owl House

Word count: 770

Ship: Darius x Adrian / none

Characters: ler!Darius, lee!Adrian

Warnings: caffeine addiction, none

A/N: 🥰Adrian🥰 getting tickles??? Yes. Absolutely yes. Big thanks to @rosytickles for getting me to actually write something for him!

Coffee

"What are you doing?" Darius asks, finding Adrian sat on the counter in the kitchen.

"Making coffee." Adrian looks up at him.

"At 8 in the evening?"

"It's iced."

"Is it decaf? Because I really don't want to stay up all night again with you."

"No." Darius crossed his arms in disappointment. "I'll watch a movie before bed, always tires me right out."

"I'm not letting you drink coffee at 8 in the evening." Adrian puts the creamer in his coffee, stirs it, and then takes a sip with his straw, putting it back down on the counter.

"What are you gonna do about it?"

Darius puts his hands on his knees, and then yanks him off the counter. He gasps, but Darius catches him. Adrian blinks a couple of times, but then scoffs.

"As if that'll stop me-E!" His hands shot down to pull at Darius' wrists, which took to his sides and started squeezing. His hands paused for a moment.

"You're ticklish?" Adrian's face turned pink. That was so childish, so embarrassing.

"I- Darius, come on. This is stupid, and um- there's... decaf is gross anyways, surely you- we..." Adrian huffs, trying to find more excuses. "Please don't."

"And why shouldn't I?"

"Because! I um... you..." His shoulders sink, knowing that no matter what he says, he'll still be tickled. "Because this- this is stupid and you shouldn't resort to... this to get me to stop drinking coffee."

"Resort to tickling you? Well why not?" That word made his ears burn with a blush. He hadn't been tickled in forever, not since he was a kid. He couldn't remember it well, only remembering that he used to hate it.

"Because I... don't... like it." Curse his voice for sounding so unsure.

"Oh no. Maybe it'll teach you to not drink caffeine 24/7 then, huh?" Darius squeezes his sides again, ellicting a yelp. "Ready?"

"I just wanted coffee, come on- DARIUS!" His fingers jumped to his ribs, wiggling on the bones and in the spaces. Adrian shook his head.

It felt so weird! Like, tingles, that lit up his nerves like fireworks light up the sky. It was... different, but not bad. It just made him laugh, and let go of tension.

There was also twitches and grabbing and his body wanting to curl into a ball on the floor.

"If you need me to slow down, squeeze my shoulders once. If you need me to stop, squeeze them twice." Darius said. Adrian nodded, too overcome by giggles and hiccups to speak. He didn't hate it, like he remembers from when he was a little kid. He would be okay with being 'taught a lesson' for a little longer. "Good. Now let's see which spot will remind you that drinking coffee this much is bad for you?" He tried his tummy next, which forced him to curl up as much as he could while standing.

His giggles turned to laughter, and he uselessly pushed at Darius' arms, even though he didn't mean it. It was so embarrassing. Adrian Graye Vernworth, head of the illusionist coven, reduced to a pile of giggles through tickling.

"Awe, come on, Adrian. Cat got your tongue? You're usually so talkative." He really couldn't handle the teasing, so he just buried his face into Darius' chest, curling up his arms.

"Ahahahaha!"

"Let's try a new spot, hm?" Darius moves his hands down to softly pinch his thighs.

Ah. So that's why he hated it when he was little. The exploitation of that spot. It didn't hurt, but that spot was absolutely horrible. It made him scream and push and hit and do everything he could to get away.

He tried to stop his reaction this time, though. He ended up pushing away Darius harshly and falling onto the ground, still giggling like a child.

"Woah, are you okay?" Darius asked, squatting down. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Adrian shook his head.

"That spohot... too muhuch."

"I'm sorry. Are you okay now?" Adrian nods. Darius takes the cup of coffee from the counter and hands it to him. "Here." Adrian looks confused.

"But, you said-"

"You're tired now, right? I bet this will even out your energy levels." Adrian takes the cup and drinks a few sips. "Just... don't keep me up all night again, okay?" Adrian gives him a smug look.

"We'll see."

"If you keep me up again, I will tickle you until you're so tired you fall asleep." Darius threatens playfully.

If, that night, Adrian pretended to be super energetic so Darius would tickle him again, well, no one had to know.

[occult-roommates]

Countdown until the full moon

Tonight's the night, as soon as the sunset will be over, the entire Marron family will turn into their beast form, whether they like or not. Their body was already starting to change, there's nothing they can do about it, unless they can figure out how to change the phase of the moon. This also meant that now, they have to prepare.

Lupe: Please, we need to have the chalet to ourselves for tonight. You can always sleep at the beach house with Rudi's friends. They're lovely folks and their beach house is pretty big. Tamara: Absolutely not, I am not letting an entire pack of feral werewolves destroy my entire house, sorry. Yamuna: Yeah, can't you guys just run around in the wood until the morning or something? Lupe: No, it's too unsafe. We need to be contained somewhere. Tamara: When I first met you years and years ago, you were in full control of your beast form, and you never bothered teaching your own kids how to. What happened? Lupe: You know what happened.

Yeah, everyone kinda know, it all started when Lupe's accidentally clawed her now dearly departed husband. It's not what killed him, he died three years later, and famously in a plane crash, but the guilt of injuring him never went away...Still, she never really admitted it, so while everyone knows, nobody can't be sure either.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the concerns were of...much more trivial means.

Ulrike: This is awful! I look so ugly and so gross and I have this huge pimple on my chin but I can't wear makeup cause my color vision is gone and I'm super super hairy and I can't shave cause it will just grow back within minute I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!!!! Sandalio: Riquitita, Riquitita, calm down please, my hearing is cranked up to eleven...

Then, outside, Conan was playing like any other kids. Maybe it's him only being 12, but he did not understand why older people around him were treating being a werewolf like this horrible curse. Personally, he's at peace with it, he has always been, which helps me keep control of his beast form. Then again, at his young age, having barely hit puberty yet, he hasn't unleashed its full force.

Eventually, the night began to fall, and just like every month, Rudi ran away in the nearest wood to hide. Then, they squat down and stared at the moon, waiting. Soon, the transformation will begin.

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[andrews-lovr]

in honor of me being rushed to the hospital lol, can you write something with the reader being really sick and getting rushed to the hospital and peter or andrew helping you through it

Authors note: omg @those-are-thebestkind!!! I hope you're doing okay and feeling better, sending all my love to you rn.🤍🤍 hopefully this fic is what you need.

Warnings: reader throwing up, sickness and swearing is about it.

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You'd been stuck in the bathroom for what was probably the last 5 hours. Unable to leave the floor.

Peter was out on patrol at the moment and your phone was laying on the bed. Your sure Peter would be back soon.

You felt so awful everything hurt and just felt gross. You didn't know what was happening to you, did you eat something wrong? Did you catch a virus?

Your head was pounding, palms clammy. You dreaded the thought of Peter having to come home to you after such a long night, just to deal with you.

You wanted to run and hide yourself away. But it was 3am and you weren't moving from where you had been.

Thats when you hurd it, the slight thud and sliding of your window indicating your boyfriend was home.

Peter saw the bed, blankets kicked to the side, without the love of his life in it.

"Baby...?" Peter called out.

He was confused. Where would you be at this hour?

"Baby, where are you?" He called out once again.

Thats when he hurd it, the guttural sound of bile muffled by the bathroom door.

" - oh shit" he muttered to himself.

The door swung open at such force you jumped a bit from your spot on the floor.

"Oh shit, baby is everything okay. Your shivering my love. Why didn't you call me?" Peter said with serious worry in his tone.

"I'm sorry, my phone was on the bed and I couldn't get up. I feel terrible petey." You spoke, flushing the toilet.

"Dont be sorry you can't help it. How are you doing?" He said walking toward you.

"Like my body is jelly, my head is a jack hammer and face is on fire." You spoke honestly, wanting to get out of this nightmare.

"You're burning up. Come here we need to get you to a hospital." He said taking you in his arms.

"Dont you want to get out of your suit first?" You whispered.

"Nope, we're swinging, get you there faster. I hate seeing you like this my love. Dont worry im gonna make it better." He spoke, jumping out the window.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me. But im gonna be by your side ever single minute with whatever this is." He said, holding you close as he swung you through the streets.

"Its probably just a cold or virus. And if you stay with me you might get sick, and I dont want that." You protested.

"Thats a risk im willing to take." He said smiling down at you.

The hospital wasn't busy at all. Infact felt quite lifeless for being a Saturday evening.

"Hi, my wife here's not feeling good at all. And its not normal of her to be like this. I wasn't sure what to do so I thought to bring her here." He spoke.

"She doesn't look to hot. I can take her in the back and do a few simple tests to see what's happening." The nurse said, taking y/n from peters arms.

"Thank you." He said watching as the lady walked her away.

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"Good news your girlfriend is going to be just fine." The nurse spoke to Peter who had been in the waiting chair for the past two hours.

"But there's some news, and I think that you can hear that from y/n" she chuckled leading Peter to your room.

"Hey love bug, your looking much better than the state i found in the bathroom." He chimed, walking toward your bed.

"I definitely feel much better. Im sorry I probably scared the shit out of you." You chuckled reaching out to lay your hand on peters thigh.

"No, no, dont be sorry. Im happy I was able to help you in time, wish I'd been there sooner but atleast you're better. The um... the nurse said there was some news?" He said placing his hand on top of yours.

"Oh... right, that. Well, you know how much we love eachother." You start, not sure how to word this.

"Yes, I do think about that occasionally." He said sarcastically.

"And you know how we haven't really been the safest in bed since I've gotten my iud out..." you lead on, getting more nervous.

"Yeah..." he said, obviously really terrible at picking up on queues.

"Baby. You're one of the smartest people I know, how are you not picking up on this. I was throwing up, I had a headache, I felt gross..." you lead on, wanting him to figure it out.

"Yes I know. You were sick and we haven't been using protection and -oh." He suddenly realised face going pink.

"Oh" you repeated.

"Oh my God. You have a mini us inside of you!?" He yelled obviously super happy.

"Yes baby, that would make sense." You said sarcastically smiling up at your husband.

His grin looked like it was going to split his face in two. He pulled you in for a kiss, a deep passionate kiss, not breaking till he was satisfied.

"We're gonna be parents." He said, smile still radiating off him.

"Yes, you're gonna be the best dad baby, i know you are." You smiled back at him.

"I love you, love bug" he spoke.

"I love you more." You said.

And peter kept his promise. He was going to be there every minute by your side through this.

[mollisangelus]

Red Is My Favorite Color

Yandere! Alpha! KiriBaku x Omega! Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A/N: Well, we've come so far and well awaited smut is just around the corner. Please heed the warnings below, people!! I only mainly ended it the way I did, because I didn't want to make a super long post and decided the finale would have to be in 2 parts.

TW: Mention on noncon, chasing, kidnapping, forced nudity, self hating thoughts, manipulation.

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You sighed, more tired than ever, and a dull ache in your abdomen. Your skin felt heated, like you were growing a fever, and it was awful. Happy to know that they'd both be asleep when you got home, you opened the door and hung your bag on the wall. You were slumped and tugged your shoes off quickly, not bothering to put them on the rack, you just needed to get to your room, quickly, before this ache became more.

You felt dizzy as you hurried there, stumbling with your footsteps. Everything was so quiet as you did, and a bad feeling crept up your spine with each footfall. 

You just needed to get to your room, is what you reminded yourself. 

It wasn't long until you finally did, hand finding the cool doorknob in the darkness, and you quickly turned it as if you were trying to escape something, your heart hammering in your chest, adrenaline pumping for no reason. You felt like a little kid again, afraid of the dark. Your door swinging open, you shuffled in, until two very strong scents had you freezing. Their scents were intense, even with your blockers on, which helped you as much as the people around you. 

Your skin felt hot, too hot, and you felt gross in your clothes now, the scents overwhelming you in your heated state. 

The dull ache in you, throbbed, and you knew it wouldn't be long until your heat hit full force. Before they could say a single word, you spit out, "Get out." 

You sounded strained, like you were trying to stay collected as you moved more into the room. You pointed to the door, eyes zeroed in on them, battling with your omega. "I didn't invite you into my nest." You tried to play the aggression off as instincts, but it was mainly fear. 

"You didn't have to. I know all about nesting omegas, and our items in your nest is invitation enough, your omega must be soaring right now."

Bakugou had always been harsh, handling things with intimidation and logical thinking instead of his emotions, you shouldn't have been surprised, and you weren't, but nonetheless your body loved the way he talked. A chill running down your spine.

"Get. Out." You were nearly grinding your teeth at this point, they couldn't stay here. You were losing it, little by little. It was too much, their scents, their presence, their voices. It was all too much. 

"So agressive for a little 'mega. What're you gonna do?" Bakugou antagonized. You expected Kirishima to say something, usually he did when Bakugou got out of hand, but he just sat there, silent. It was then that you looked at him, and he seemed torn. Almost as much as you were. 

"Why are you guys even in here?! We obviously can't talk about me being an omega right now! I'm going into heat!" You shouted, frustrated at this point. What was their deal?

Kirishima stood at that, and Bakugou seemed to move too, a step closer to you. "Were here because you're in heat. We've already made the decision to help you through everything, this included." Kirishima finally spoke, like the decision was final, and you had no say. 

Your eyes widened at that, and then you realized why they were moving. 

Then you ran. 

The last thing you heard was the word shit as you bolted off, flying to the front door as you fumbled with the locks as quick as you could. Bakugou was the more agile one, and was a few feet from you when they came undone. As soon as you could, you pulled the door open as hard you could, effectively hitting him in the face as you rushed out. You couldn't believe what was happening. 

The adrenaline in you helped you ignore the pain in your gut and the disgusting heat all over you, but you knew it would only last so long, plus your heat would just help them and any other alphas you ran into. You had to be smart about this. Your scent blockers were still on, and that helped, as long as you could get to a crowded space. No one would try anything there. 

Your thoughts were racing as you rushed down the steps and out of the lobby of the apartment building as fast as possible, you couldn't believe your luck when you stepped out in rain, it would help perfectly with dampening your scent. You could survive this, you knew you could. Once you were outside, you were sure. 

Bounding down the street, you tried your best to round corners, and once you were a block or two away, you looked behind you, trying to see where they were. When you found nothing, you were confused. Where had they gone? Your whole body whipped around now as you searched the area. 

Then you felt it, a hand over yours, pulling you back and grabbing your other. "God, why couldn't you have just been good. Can't you see we just want to take care of you? Stupid idiot." Bakugou's gruff voice in your ear as he held you back. You thrashed and fought, screaming for help as loud as you could. The rain was pouring too hard, no one would hear you, especially as Kirishima came your view and covered your mouth effectively. 

"You gotta calm down, Sweets. We didn't want to just rush into anything sexual, we wanted to talk first, but now you've gotten all of us all riled up. Your heat is gonna hit full force by the time we get back.. This would've gone a lot smoother if you just listened, Hun." He seemed so nice talking like that, like a parent teaching a child. It made it all the worse when guilt crept into your mind, and it actually felt like maybe this could've been better if you did. You were so stupid, weren't you? That's why life always seemed so spiteful, because you were just so dumb. 

You stopped struggling after that, letting them effectively bring you back without a fight. I mean, what were you supposed to do at this point? You obviously couldn't make any good decisions. Bakugou's grip seemed to relax the more you showed compliance. You were even more grateful for the rain as you came inside, relaxing and allowing your heat to come in. You knew if you weren't soaked in water that was cooling you down with the AC in the building, you'd be groaning from the heat your clothes caused. 

A part of you hoped someone would walk down the hallway and see you, make a scene, help you. It was too late at night, and not a single soul came. You knew screaming wouldn't help, it would just make them angry, and you didn't have the strength in you to fight with your heat settling in. Your wishful thinking and stomach dropped as you entered the apartment again. A sigh came from Kirishima, and the jingle of Roofus' dog collar alerted you he was nearby. You didn't hear what Kirishima said, but you figured he was leading the pup to his bed, Bakugou didn't wait for him as he brought you back to your room. Once in, he let you stand.

"Strip." Was all he said. 

You were shocked about how forward he was, were they really going to rape you? You couldn't stand the thought, shaking a little, too overwhelmed by everything going on.

He sighed and stepped closer. "Chill out, I'm not going to do anything, you just need to fucking change." With that, he was helping you with your shirt over your head. Too afraid, too overwhelmed still, you just helped him remove your wet clothes and watched him as he tossed them back out into the hallway. "Now sit in your nest until we come back. If you run again," there was a long pause as his mouth settled into a grim line, "I can't promise to be as nice." His voice lowered, and you knew it wasn't just a threat, but that he might not be able to control himself.

You quickly did as you were told, sitting in your nest, naked, not needing to curl up, the sweat growing on your skin enough to keep you there. He gave you a final look before he left, and you felt so lost about your situation. 

What were they going to do, what did they want? Did they just want to use you after they found out you were an omega? Were they crazy? Well, obviously, but how crazy? 

Your thoughts were pulled away from you as they both returned, both just in shorts and boxers, and without a word, clothes were thrown to you. They landed on you, a baggy tshirt and boxers. They must like you in this, since they kept putting you in it. You put the clothes on as they settled themselves in your nest, your space, uninvited. 

"We're not going to do anything, but we will need to talk. All the action tonight must have stressed out your omega and the beginning of your heat will be wonky, so we're going to sleep first." Was all Kirishima said. 

You were confused at first, but as they settled in your area, and they guided you with them, you found yourself sandwiched between the two males, and quickly falling to sleep with Kirishima's pets and whispers, and Bakugou's cozy smell. 

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