#pus tw

[catscidr]

okay so. hybrids am i right? (people clap). but wait. crow hybrid dottore (people clap and cheer). yeah. so anyways ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) time to ramble teehee cw: dottore x afab reader, im rambling, established relationship, light descriptions of gore and mentions of amputation. nsfw!! minors dni!!! (what did u expect from a post about an animal hybrid), possessiveness, mentions of breeding and eggs, aftercare

crow hybrid dottore who has black forearms along with sharp black nails at the end of his slender fingertips, nails that make it almost impossible for him to wear gloves because they’ll just stab through the material (everytime he files them down they come right back somehow).

some small, duvet-like feathers line the black skin of his arm, usually hidden by his coat— though they peek out from underneath the end of his sleeves sometimes. every once in a while you'll find tiny black feathers scattered around his lab when you come visit. he also has some plumage protruding from his face- more specifically the skin of his cheekbones.

crow hybrid dottore who only has one wing (replacing the fluffy mantle he normally has on his left shoulder when wearing his uniform). one wing because, when he got banished from his hometown with torches and pitchforks, his right wing got badly injured.

the trauma on the bones and his back made it so that it could never be restored to its normal shape, the wing looking like a mangled mess at all times. he'd pick out scabs and dried blood constantly, the dull pain driving him crazy- so he eventually just amputated it off himself. moving on

crow hybrid dottore who, whenever you're sitting next to him, tilts his head to the opposite side of you. you'll be keeping him company at his desk while he files reports for the mora he used for his experiments and he'll just... absentmindedly tilt his head away.

the first time it happened you didn't even notice. the second time, you thought it was just a quirky habit of his. the third time you stared at his bare neck as your fingers felt as if they were drawn to the pale skin. a thin, stray lock of hair cascaded down his neck, and you used it as an excuse to touch him. as you brushed away his hair behind his ear, a throaty noise (almost like a purr) reached your ears.

you pulled your hand back with the same speed you would have if you'd just touched a hot stove. dottore, unbothered by your panic, simply tilts his head to expose more of his skin as he absentmindedly scoots closer to you, his thigh brushing along yours. the moment he realized what he was doing he kicked you out of his office out of pure embarrassment

crow hybrid dottore who sings hums to you occasionally; usually happens when you convince him to take a walk outside to get some fresh air. its more likely to happen when its warm and sunny, and even more likely when you're eating together. it'll be just the two of you sharing lunch on your patio, sunbathing, and your ears will pick up on a soft, quiet tune he's humming. just don't tell him when he's doing it- his feathers will ruffle and he'll storm off in a huff and finish eating his food inside.

crow hybrid dottore who seems to be magnetized to the crook of your neck whenever you wake up next to him. always peppering your skin in soft kisses (and sometimes bites), he'll nuzzle into you until you wriggle your way out of his grasp. it's unlikely that you successfully get rid of him though- he rarely shows you affection during the day (unless tolerating your presence counts), so more often than not you'll let him indulge in you.

your neck and shoulders always ends up smothered in hickeys and, though they fade quite quickly since he didn't put much force in his bites, he'll gladly give you more if you want him to.

crow hybrid dottore who sometimes tosses his clothes in the corner of his bed (that he barely even uses) after he's spent time with you. he'd also throw in random things like a spare mask and some of your belongings that he snagged from you without you noticing. he says its because he doesn't want to bother himself with cleaning up, but in reality he's just... building a nest. he hates that he does this in the first place

crow hybrid dottore who loves when you reciprocate his affection. he adores it when you let him brush away the hair on your nape, when you hum just like he does, when you place gentle kisses on the junction where his neck meets his shoulder.

crow hybrid dottore who doesn't waste a single second when you're alone together after that. he'll give you more hickeys on top of your old ones, but this time he'll make sure they last. sharp teeth drawing blood at times when he gets too excited, cock straining against his pants as he ruts against your thigh.

you'll hear him coo sweet nothings in your ear while he manhandles you at his will. usually you end up on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he keeps a tight grip on the back of your thighs to keep you from crawling away from his cock.

"fuck, you taste so sweet. i'm going to stuff you full of seed, my clutch- nonono, don't you run away now. i know you want this."

crow hybrid dottore who almost loses his composure the first time he buries himself to the hilt inside of your snug pussy. it feels so tight, so warm around him that he almost doesn't want to pull out. almost.

he'll roll his hips against you, grinding his heavy cock in your gummy walls to get you used to his size. he knows he's a lot to handle- but this is the only semblance of mercy you'll be granted before he sees your body relaxing under him. as soon as he notices your brows lose the tension they held when he first slid inside, he'll jackhammer his cock into you and his full, heavy balls will slap against your ass relentlessly while he rambles about how he'll fill you up. again, again and again.

"take it, take my fucking cock. gods i'll never tire of your moans and whimpers. that's it, let it all out, let me hear how good i'm fucking you."

crow hybrid dottore who drinks in the noises that leave your body because they stroke his ego. he bites your shoulder when he finally cums inside to muffle his own noises, the embarrassing whimpers that threaten to leave his lips. he can't help it, you just feel so good. his hands will leave your thighs and he’ll bring his forearms to cage the sides of your head and his wing will ruffle and twitch behind him, covering your bodies in a display of possessiveness as he empties himself inside your cunt.

he'll keep his cock inside, plugging you full of his warm, sticky cum- refusing to let a single drop go to waste. if you somehow have any energy left and try to get him off of you, he'll glare and thrust into you sharply to briefly knock the wind out of you so you'll stay. he's petty like that

crow hybrid dottore who eventually relents to your whines because you're his number one weakness, and picks you up to go freshen up. he'll put your underwear back on and wipe away the sweat clinging to your skin with a damp rag. he'll soothe the bite marks and small puncture wounds his nails left in your skin with uncharacteristic gentleness, keeping his wing curled around your body to keep you as close as possible.

crow hybrid dottore who brings you back to his messy bed, to his nest, and clings onto you as you fall asleep. he'll brush your hair away from your face and nuzzle into your neck, holding your body close to his as he keeps your body warm while you keep his cum warm inside of you. it's only during the afterglow of a rough session that you get to see the stern harbinger soften up, because deep down all he wants is to keep you safe in his nest to take care of you even if he vehemently denies it

[ruegoreos]

TW!: bloody images

a concept.

oscar isaac hurt and bleeding in movies.

MAMA IM NOT A SADIST I SWEAR

i have an emotional attachment to the last gif and its unhealthy.

he spasms and convulses so pretty 👉🏽👈🏽

[ivystoryweaver]

Day 19: Can You Forgive Me? (Shiv)

Angstember Prompt Post || Word count: 150. Sad as hell.

“They came here with guns, Shiv. They threatened our son!” You whimper, tears streaming down your face.

His earthen eyes fill with terror as his throat bobs. “I-I only have til midnight.” He takes your arms and kisses your cheek. “Might not see you again.”

“Don’t say that,” you cry. “You can figure something out. You always do.”

You can tell he’s at a loss.

“I’m so sorry I told them,” you whisper, desperately clinging to him. Pushing errant dark strands from his eyes, you urgently press your mouth to his. “Can you forgive me?”

He eyes you longingly, wishing he could fix all that’s gone wrong between you. Hoping that he can find the money he needs to pay his debt before the deadline that will end his life.

“Of course I do.” He kisses you fiercely, tears shining in his eyes. “Do not let our son forget me.”

Angstember Masterlist || Misc. Masterlist || Main Masterlist

[leechaeryeonqs]

PERFORMANCE UNIT ; [SEMICOLON] Making Film

vocal unit | hiphop unit | performance unit

[sammy-sexy-masochist]

You remember that extreme fantasy that’s been living in my head, the one I couldn’t stop thinking about? The sewing?

We finally did it. We actually fucking did it.

I wasn’t restrained, not for a second. Everything that happened was completely voluntary, which tells you just how deep my fucked-up cravings go. I held my legs spread wide, forcing them open as my body screamed to close them.

So, I’m spread wide, knowing that in a few seconds, the pain I’ve been craving for weeks is about to be real. Nellie prepares everything like a pro — disinfected gloves, sterile tools, the curved needle, the forceps. She's sadistic as fuck, but she’s also meticulous about making sure every bit of pain is clean. Just for the hell of it, I check my pulse - 122 bpm.

Then I feel it. Piercing through my pussy lips, slicing the tender flesh, over and over. My entire body tensing as Nellie threads the needle in and out.

Six piercings on each side. 24 small but brutal holes.

The pain makes me squirm. I try to keep it together, but it’s too much. A few screams break free uncontrollably as my pussy is sewn shut. My inner lips and clit are tucked away, completely sealed under those tight threads, but my hole is left exposed for what might come next.

Then she sprays my freshly stitched lips with alcohol-based disinfectant to make sure everything is sterilized, no matter how much it makes me wince.

We did it. I finally felt it.

Thank you, @genderfreelife 💙

The fantasy I wrote about in my post — it's real now, and I fucking loved that pure, voluntary agony.

Guess it’s time to move “needle/medical play” from the "really wanna try" list to the "into" section in my pinned post. No way this one’s going under limits — I fucking loved it.

[dark-side-blog3]

You ever think about how the effects on the body that Purple Haze's virus has can lead to over a ton of body horror imagery in a Pannacotta Fugo route?

I do indeed.

++++++++++++++

While Fugo is very fearful of his stand, and he tries his best to keep it repressed, he does have moments even he can't get out of without its help. He tries to avoid those moments as much as possible, as the rabid apparition could kill its owner easily; Fugo is not immune to the virus he creates with his stand. Should his manifestation turn towards him in ire, Fugo needs to act fast to repress the spirit again, before buboes of phlegm swell his throat, cutting off air while splatters of blood and plasma erupt from a rash of blisters on his skin, the torn flesh melting and merging with itself as it gets covered in new blisters, each layer covering itself in torn shreds of skin from the previous layer that only emerged seconds before.

If Fugo is unlucky enough to be "saved" by a healer stand before he dies, after suppressing the stand, his skin will carry the scars, stretching and straining under the evergrowing disease under his skin. The disease never left, always mutating at an incredibly fast rate inside of himself.

In mere hours, his body is bloated, and cumbersome, unable to lift parts of himself off the ground and instead dragging them behind, tearing gently at the skin that gets raked over the concrete, oozing viscous strings of colgulated blood and dotted with white, shaving-foam consistency pus. His face is obscured under bulging, beating bulbs of flesh, with thin blue veins visibly trailing clots of blood through his body like threading a bead on a string slowly, and with great difficulty as his cancerous arteries lead back into each other, enough times that some of his- at one time- extremities turn a sickly necrotic purple and black.

You'd barely recognize the shambling mound of flesh as Fugo if it weren't for the fact you'd seen him get attacked by his stand after trying to deter it from you.

And if it weren't for the fact you'd seen birds and dogs die from the same disease as he got close to them, you'd be tempted to offer comfort to the former man. Despite lasting this long with the disease unable to kill him, it seems he's still a carrier for the original death Purple Haze entails.

You'd been running from him for hours now-- though he's not particularly fast, his persistence despite what must be agony is what keeps you moving. Resting in any place for too long will only let him close the distance. The blisters and swelling have no doubt gotten to his brain, killing whatever could have been left in him, causing him to act irrationally and chase you in the open, undeterred by pain, threats, bribes, empty promises, or gunfire. He's not Fugo anymore, unable to call upon his Stand, or even understand his old name (and you've tried to use it to escape before, attempting bargaining with the creature). He's just... A monster. Determined to follow you wherever you go, until it can absorb you with bubbling stomach acid, or infect and fuse with your melted, blistering, corpse.

[ali-mascha-emetophiliac-tw]

Got a wet dream about vomit for the umpteenth time

in my dream last night, i was helping a girl that she's my girlfriend (only in my dream, cause i never got a girlfriend in my intire life. LOL). She was lying face down on the bed and wearing a black tank top, she's vomiting into the trashcan with the light brown watery vomit. I massaged her nape to soothe her before finally i'm awake. Aaaah... What a dream... If only the duration could be longer 💦💦💦🤤🤤🤤

[zhxme]

how sad is it that i dont get fucked despite being so needy each day?

its sad i always think about nasty fantasies. its sad that i press my legs together when i zone out. its sad that the only thing i can do is fuck myself. its sad that i constantly go commando when i go to sleep and i have no one to abuse my holes.

[aceinthetrap]

If the living don't forget, then the dead will still be here.

OH NO! HERE COMES TROUBLE (2023), dir. Lin Kuan Hui, ep.5

[xnuwax]

Cao Guangyan’s Monthly Report Letter for Pu Yiyong

-----

Yiyong, it’s me your number one friend and here’s your monthly report.

Your Ma's doing well, she's a strong woman. But of course sometimes she seems sad, we often tell her "it'll be alright" even though those words are pointless. I'm trying my best to be there for her, so don't you worry. She's not alone, my Ba & Chuying jie are her drinking buddies now.

Talking about Chuying jie, she’s getting busier. She's working on new cases, ‘real’ human cases fortunately. We still meet often, talk about our daily lives and you. We always talk about you.

My Ba's drinking bar is really popular now. Grandma next door is still his frequent costumer. She's way older than us and healthier than you. Boo you suck Pu Yiyong.

Enough talking about others! I just started working as an intern at the hospital this year. I'm busy, so maybe when you wake up we won't be able to see each other as often as before. But I'll always spare my time for you and you'll always find a way to annoy me right?

I'm not gonna lie though, working is killing me. No one is waiting for me at the bus stop anymore. Well sometimes Chuying jie picks me up but that's different. She's not you. I want you to pick me up, after all you have a lot of free time.

Anyway, I'm having trouble falling asleep. I can still feel your blood on my hands and I have to physically force myself to leave my bed every day.

During boring hours of my internship, memories of our meaningless fight and the thoughts of seeing you when I get home are what keeping me afloat. Also It's silly, when I'm on my break I sometimes visit your manhua web page, hoping that a new chapter will magically appear.

Walking home, my body keep dragging me to yours. I hate opening your bedroom door and seeing you lying there.

Your house no longer feels warm. Maybe because you aren't awake to fill the house with your stupid actions. Strangely, I still spend my time in your room. I've read almost all of your comics, they're great but I still like your work the most. I sometimes fall asleep on the floor of your room, too lazy to go home and my bed feels cold without you curled up next to me.

I know your Ma's sick of seeing me in your room. Believe me, I'm sick of it too. When is it your turn to curl up in my room? FYI, my window is open in case you want to sneak in like you used to.

Ah shit, it's getting late. I have to wake up early tomorrow.

You'll probably get bored reading all this huh? Anyway, the point of this letter is, when will you wake up??

Chuying jie is getting bored of dealing with humans, there are so many ghosts we have to help. Oh and, Director Fang wants his cup back.

Ma's also having a hard time cutting your hair with you lying in bed.

And I miss seeing your name pop up on my phone. I miss being surprised to see you suddenly appear in my room.

A-yi, I’ll buy you delicious foods, so promise me you'll wake up soon okay?

-------------------------------------------------

From ‘Oh No! Here Comes Trouble’ universe

-Nuwa 180424-

[urfavliaxiu]

Send me threats! I'm gonna be reading them soon💗

make me cum<3

[uweiy]

What I love about this drama (Oh no! Here comes trouble) is that the characters are all so LAYERED and HUMAN.

Pu Yiyong in particular just hit me somewhere deep because. He has a rather resting-bitch-face exterior, a "gangster"-haircut, no social grace and a tendency to hit people in the head with softballs; so much that he was seen as the no-future rascal/bully by the school.

But his haircut was done by his mom, he has an ability for compassion that far surpasses Guangyan's, and pertaining to his future , he really is just trying to juggle his dreams with the practical requirements of his life. and when people talk to him, give advice, try to comfort him, he really does listen.

Then there's Guangyan, who's the perfect guy outwardly, polite, clean, well dressed, planned out career as a doctor, who's innerly a little BITCH and longs for genuine connection(?) And since Pu Yiyong doesn't care anyway, Guangyao can be as sassy as he wants with him, while secretly admiring Yiyong's ability to make connections as himself, and respecting him in a way.

Guangyao is a doctor but doesn't display any passion for it. Yiyong wants to be a manga artist and... Doesn't dare to admit it to himself nor others, but he HAS a passion for it.

And the thing is, he sees himself really differently from how the viewer ( how I at least) see him. Yiyong sees himself as someone who has little options in life, so he might as well work to linder his family's financial burden. He is feeling survivor's guilt about his father's death. He feels helpless about the ghosts who come to see him.

But he works hard for himself and his family. He works hard for the obsessions (ghosts) who come to see him. And he doesn't think twice about the kindness he gives, because he just thinks that it's natural.

So honestly, I just see someone who is doing his best, and who despite everything that has happened to him, and everything people think about him, has managed to stay a kind person.

[ali-mascha-emetophiliac-tw]

Wet Dream About Vomit Again!

I've seen a brunette girl siting on the chair and vomiting violently onto the floor cause of drunk. She has a wavy long hair, caucasian face, and wearing a blue sleeveless sexy long dress. I saw her from afar watching her struggling with the vomit comes out from her mouth in pain. And the color of the vomit is light brown. I wish i could help her. Unfortunately I woke up at the end.

[stickybabyyy]

i don’t think people understand what i mean when i say if we met up, id let you do ANYTHING you want to me.. even better if it’s completely non con 🤤🤤

dm me to meet up!! if you live in america - it’s not gna happen, im in london !!

where are the disgusting men who are CONSTANTLY horny and need to fuck little girls???

[ra1nrei]

amusement park date💕