#irredeemable whining

[girderednerve]

the countywide newsletter for my new library system republished my bio from our branch newsletter but changed my pronouns to "she"

#irredeemable whining #i didn't make a suicide joke please clap #vocational awe diaries :')

[squeaking-madness]

yessir i absolutely will make skoodge the most neurodivergent(?) creature youve ever laid eyes on and i wont even hesitate to do it neither

#{ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰɪxᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʟʟ ﹗; 𝐨𝐨𝐜 *°:⋆ₓₒ } #he should be gross #he should be irredeemably gross #he should be past the point of no return he should be turned in to the authorities he should be burned at the stake #he eats tubs of butter with his hands and then whines about the burning feeling in his stomach because he cant consume butter

[somelazyassartist]

I also love horror Movies where the villains are just fucking losers. My sister introduced me to Spree tonight and I'm gonna show her American Psycho tomorrow. Sharing our stupid pissbaby cringe loser murderer movies with each other to laugh at and make fun of together

#i mean this in a positive way #i really like both movies but i also really like making fun of the antagonists for being pathetic losers <3 #they can both happen at once <3 #like. i am not apologizing for either of them they're both irredeemable that's not what I'm doing to be clear #i hate them which is why they're so funny to see whine and cry like babies when their poowr feewings get huwt

[bunicate]

omgeee mimi you hafta to mister yang hes such a icky and pervy old man! 💗💗 >w< every time you wear a tiny skirt he gets sooooooo sooo hard hes supposed to be your father figure but he wants to see your tiny cute pussy hehe 💗💗 he would cheat on his wife if he had one to be with a cutie younger girl (>/////<) 💗💗 !!!!!

- 🍄

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི daddy kink. age gap. me not making any sense below cuz I’m deeply in luv with weltie.

mister yang believed himself to be an irredeemable man. he’s taking advantage of your pure young heart . . he knows he’s a father figure of some sort and his desire to protect you birthed something much more forbidden. instead, welt found himself conjuring up thoughts of your naked body — images floating around like clouds in his mind. 

pretty, doe eyes, plump trembling lips, the soft timbre of your voice, and your thighs revealed from your tiny skirts all tugged on his heartstrings. you were young enough to be his daughter and you behaved like it too. stubborn, smart, a little bit shy, and thoughtful just like how he’d want her to be, and that furthered his shame. 

he painfully remembers such thoughts even when sheathing his cock between the apex of your thighs. even as he uses the flesh until his seed paints the outside of your skin. even while he slaps his fat tip on your clit—rubbing his length all over your sloppy pussy, until you’re begging for your beloved daddie to put it in. 

welt knows better than to chase after such young women, specifically ones that idolize him paternally but you make it difficult to keep away. he is not immune to your naivety, your eagerness to please, and that tiny little cunt he can spend hours fucking. your moans, so innocent and docile can send waves of burning pleasure straight to his cock. 

especially when you whine out “mr. yang” and he has to coax you into calling him daddie instead. 

“I think we are way past the point of you speaking to me so professionally, wouldn’t you agree ?”

he’s reserved, even when fisting your skirt and pumping your limp body up and down his leaky cock. welt draws patterns on your skin, his sanity slowly weakens with each drag of his hips despite appearing the opposite.

he’s been good at being avoidant around you. he’s been able to refrain from touching, only settling on looking but now that you're finally underneath him, petite cunt gaping, his control is no longer within reach. 

“daddy —dada” you hiccup in between shallow breaths. the force of his thrusts robbing the air you breathe and you are forced to dig your nails on the wooden desk to keep yourself steady. every probe of his tip rubs your insides stroking the warmth inside of you to flames.

“that’s much better, sweetie . . “ his thumb rubs the sides of your lips collecting the drool escaping.

“how beautiful .” he dips his finger in your mouth and presses down on your tongue. your lips pulled together, puckering around the digit obediently as you begin to suckle. 

“daddy is so proud of you. look how good you are for me.” he angles himself to fuck you deeper, your breast jumping with every jerk of hips 

“hnn— too much—!” you babble with his appendage still buried in your mouth. your tight cunt puffed and creamed from his cock as you grew restless. welt didn’t slow down, he huffs into the side of your neck, 

“It’s okay, i got you. relax for me.”

his other hand reached down to play with your sodden clit. 

“papa isn’t done with you yet, I have a pretty pussy to fill.” 

welt babbles. he’s a man with infinite wisdom. he’s so mature and so articulate. he has to express how fascinating you are. was this the body of a younger woman? so soft to the touch, so wet and tight ?

he has an analytical mind, it is only natural that your daddie takes his time to caress and suck every inch of you. and he’s unintentionally foul-mouthed. he has a habit of talking too much and describing every detail . he pulls his cock out from between your walls and all he can talk about how amazing it is to see your hole gape from his cock. he’s enamored by your chubby lips being split apart to welcome him. 

“your pussy appears to be swollen. . . It seems like it was my doing,” and you can even detect something shy of cockiness in his inflection.

welt zeroes in on every twitch every squelch and he has to describe in vivid detail. even the drip of your cunt from the sound of his deep voice . . he’s so <33

#𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 ⪩⪨ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ #weltie ❤︎ #𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑥 ๑ ꒱ྀི #🍄 #i love mister yang so much #i want 2 be his #I love my old man he’s so perfie ugh #mista yang loves a gud girl /wags tail/ #tw: daddy kink #welt yang x reader #welt x reader smut #welt yang x reader smut #honkai smut

[tenebraevesper]

The Observations of Miraculous Ladybug: The Tales of Wasted Potential

This is a compilation of various rules and messages within and outside the Miraculous Ladybug universe that I had discovered while watching the show and participating in discussions over the years. I might write more of them, but for now, these are my current observations:

-If you’re the main heroine, you have no control over your emotions and you should be punished for even just breathing the wrong way.

-If you’re the main heroine, you need to be taught a lesson in every episode, regardless if it makes sense or the same lesson is being repeated ad infinitum.

-If you’re the main heroine, you’re not allowed to move on from your crush on the main hero, regardless of how much suffering you went through, because this action somehow breaks the rules of the universe.

-If you’re the main heroine, you’ll be subjected to shocking amounts of humiliation, emotional and physical abuse, all either for committing the crime of being a teenager or for “comedy” purposes. Sometimes its both.

-Obsessing over your crush is “funny” and it should be used to further humiliate the main heroine. Even better if it’s labeled as stalking.

-If you’re the main heroine, nobody cares about your mental health, regardless of how stressed out you are or if you’re close to a mental breakdown.

-If the Writers says only a year has passed in-universe, despite the contradictory evidence, then only a year has passed. Stop trying to make sense of the timeline because it is only supposed to make sense to the Writers.

-If you’re the main hero, look cute and wear a mask to hide your identity, you are free to harass the main heroine without being called out.

-Remember girls, telling the main hero “No!” or “I’m in love with someone else!” translates into “I’m playing hard to get”.

-No, the main heroine has no right to consent because the universe already paired her up with the guy who harasses her and still doesn’t understand that “No means no!”

-If you don’t obsess over your crush and think about them day and night, are you even in love with them?

-Unless you’re French and a Writer for Miraculous Ladybug, you have no right to criticize the show.

-Yes, that also goes for those who are professional Writers.

-Even if you have valid criticism backed up by proper arguments and are capable of discussing it in a civil manner, you will still be labeled as a hater and blocked.

-”Miraculous Ladybug is more popular than Pokémon!” [Source: Thomas Astruc]

-Everyone who doesn’t ship the Love Square is evil. No exception.

-If you’re a 14 year old teenage girl who was spoiled and emotionally neglected by her parents and your biggest crime was to bully people, you are irredeemable and deserve to burn in Hell.

-Somehow, a grown adult man who mentally, emotionally and physically abused his son, manipulated people into committing crimes, committed many acts of terrorism (including murder) and almost started WWIII on purpose is somehow more redeemable than a teenager who was manipulated and abused by said man.

-THE ABOVE POINT BEARS REPEATING!!! A TERRORIST IS MORE REDEEMABLE THAN AN ABUSED TEENAGER!!!

-Oh, and the terrorist also gets a statue in his honor and is remembered as a hero after his death.

-If you’re the main hero, you are perfect and the world is flawed and needs to bow to your whims.

-If you’re the main hero, you don’t need character development. All you have to do is to whine and complain, and the universe will bend backwards for you and deliver everything on a silver platter.

-If you’re the main hero, knowing the main heroine’s secrets (which aren’t even hers to share!) is more important than saving the people. Who cares if people are dying, you need to know what your crush/co-worker is hiding for you!

-No matter of bad your lies are, as the B villain of the show, you have the power to lower everyone’s IQ to the point they’ll believe your lies. Also, Google doesn’t exist.

-Even if you have legitimate evidence that the Liar is, y’know, lying, you will be labeled as jealous.

-I’m amazed that Lila isn’t ruling the world when she has the superpower of making everyone stupid beyond belief.

-Paris is apparently isolated in its own bubble and the French government doesn’t exist. How else do you explain a teenage girl becoming the Mayor of Paris?

-The police in Paris is useless. Unless you’re Asian. Then they’ll SWAT you.

-Every great teacher knows that you punish the victim and reward the bully.

-You don’t want to write character development because it’s “too hard”? Replace the character with a cardboard cutout that is just like that character but nicer and/or perfect. Nobody will notice the difference!

-If they do and complain about it, label them as haters.

-If you’re the main hero, you will always get away with lying and gaslighting the main heroine. She is not allowed to contradict you because the Writers said so. If she does, the fandom will grab their torches and pitchforks to hunt her down and punish her.

-Mary Suethor Writing Advice 101: To redeem your character, reward them with a girlfriend or boyfriend. No, they don’t have to go through a redemption arc. No, evil characters don’t get paired up with anyone.

-The main heroes are not allowed to progress the story at all. That is reserved for the very character Astruc hates so much that he replaced him with the main hero.

-Being a mentor sucks! That’s why you can unload all of your responsibilities on the main heroine, who didn’t even want to be the main heroine in the first place, and peace out.

-We are going to show you precisely why the Love Square doesn’t work and is actually very toxic, but we will also pretend that had never happened in favor of shilling the Love Square.

-If you’re the main hero, you’re free to break anything you come across in a fit of rage. Don’t worry, the main heroine will fix it for you.

-If you’re the main hero, you will be forgiven for cheating on your girlfriend with someone who wants nothing with you because your current girlfriend isn’t your true love.

-If you are the main hero and can’t get together with the girl you had been obsessing over for 100+ Episodes, drop her and start a relationship with the girl you completely ignored but is now available. She’s a good enough replacement.

-If a child is being abused and/or emotionally manipulated, you should place the blame on the child and not on the adult who manipulated/abused them.

-The Status Quo will be upheld regardless of how ridiculous the show is about upholding it. If it doesn’t make sense, then it’s your problem and the Writers aren’t too blame.

-If you’re the main hero, you will be forgiven for attempted murder/actual murder of several teenagers, but God forbid you don’t feel bad for almost murdering the main villain.

-If you’re the main hero and don’t try to murder the guy who made fun of your girlfriend, are you even in love?

-Toxic relationships should be admired and looked up to.

-Somehow, 5 Seasons of filler are considered more important and impactful than any actual story progression.

-Who needs lore and world-building? Let’s shove that sucker into a comic book no one will ever read.

-Common sense doesn’t exist in this world.

-Neither to therapists nor CPS.

-Falling in love and getting together with your love interest will result in the destruction of the world and you should be ashamed for thinking love was anything but destructive.

-The main villain will win.

-Let me repeat that: THE MAIN VILLAIN WILL WIN!

-If you’re an adult male and your OTP isn’t winning, you are free to assault a teenage girl and force her to be with the teenage boy you consider her ideal partner.

-If you’re the main hero and you have caused a huge problem (think “abandoning the city you were supposed to protect” or “murder a girl” type of problem), the solution to it is to abandon your partner and let her solve it for you. Don’t worry, you’re a Gary Stu, everyone will forgive you for your “mistakes” or completely gloss over them.

-Calling a liar out on their lies is hypocritical and you should be ashamed of yourself.

-You cannot consider yourself a best friend unless you have committed the following acts: intruding on your friend’s privacy and break her stuff, cause her emotional distress for your own validation, force her into a situation that causes her to freak out or get hurt and then scream at her for not following a plan you never told her about.

-Doing something innocent with your powers, like delivering a gift, will result in the end of the world.

-Somehow, a candy cane suit is considered stylish. Yeah, I still don’t understand how Gabriel is a fashion designer with that kind of taste in outfits.

-All female superheroes should have skintight suits with the camera focusing on their breasts/butt. Have I mentioned that they’re all minors?

-The main hero doesn’t have to participate in the finale. Him learning that his father was the main villain will ruin his perfect image of his family and that is not allowed. We need to mollycoddle him to death.

-Instead of developing your support characters, make them all collectively share a single braincell. Mob mentality at its best!

-Who needs depth when they all have the minimal requirement of one character trait?

-If you break up with your boyfriend, go for his identical cousin. They already look the same and the cousin at least has a spine. Win-Win!

-Any important plot points will be swept under the rug and be forgotten about.

-Félix is still the best character in this show! I will die on this hill!

-Somehow, a 3 minute PV!Trailer delivers more than 100+ episodes of the Miraculous Ladybug show.

-FanFic Writers do a better job at writing than professional Writers. That’s not an opinion, that’s a fact.

-You want to add to or remove something from the story, but it creates a plot hole? Just retcon it and lie to your audience that this was always your intention regardless if it makes sense in the narrative.

-If the fans question you about the retcons, call them haters and block them.

-”This is a kids show!” is a valid excuse for lazy writing, according to Miraculous Ladybug Writers (and some fans).

-Negative emotions are bad and will turn you into a monster. You are not allowed to feel angry or sad at all.

-Characters are not allowed to make logical decisions. That would make them *le gasp* competent!

-Every support character is obligated to worship the Love Square. If they don’t, they’re the spawn of Satan.

-Gaslighting your crush into bending over backwards to your whims is considered romantic.

-If you’re a superhero, you are considered a celebrity and have no rights to privacy. The whole population of Paris is entitled to know who you’re dating.

-Unless you’re the main heroine or the bully, you won’t be faced with the consequences of your actions.

-Yes, even the villain gets away without any consequences.

-Miraculous Ladybug is about spectacle over substance. Don’t expect anything resembling good writing. Or anything that requires to think about the plot more than five seconds.

-Somehow, a teenage boy who attempted to kiss the main heroine once and got punched by her is more demonized than the main hero who did the same for 100+ episodes and still doesn’t care that “No means no”.

-Character development is overrated. Same goes for any story progression.

-If you’re the main hero, you’re free to abandon your partner in a moment of crisis and shirk your responsibilities. You’ll still be forgiven and everyone will act as if nothing happened. Same goes for attempting to murder your partner’s best friend.

-Being a good parent involves emotionally neglecting your daughter and abandoning her, as well as punishing her by sending her to live with her abusive mother. You don’t have to take any responsibilities for your actions and you can easily replace the “evil” daughter with a “good” daughter who isn’t even related to you.

-You are not allowed to sympathize with an abused child, but it is a-okay to sympathize with the abuser.

-The main heroine will always be punished, whether she deserves it or not. She is obligated to solve everyone’s problems regardless whether they’re strangers to her.

-For some reason, disciplining the bully is the obligation of the victim rather than, oh, I dunno... the parents and the teacher!

-It doesn’t matter if you’re an abusive father and a terrorist, you’ll still be forgiven if you did it out of love for your wife.

-If you like a character, but the majority of the fandom hates them, you will be bullied to death (I’m serious about this, this has happened).

-Rather than developing established relationships, it is more fun to add unnecessary love interests to complicate things, only to drop them in the next episode with no development and act like nothing happened.

-If you’re the main heroine and asking for help from other superheroes because your own partner is ditching you for no given reason, then you’re cheating (yes, it was phrased like that) on your partner and you should be ashamed of yourself.

-I hate Kuro Neko. Adrien is insufferable in that episode.

-If someone tells you “they’re made for each other”, you need to accept that you’re destined to only be with that person and no one else. No, you have no say in that.

-”She’s just a friend” is not a valid excuse for being dense as a brick.

-Seriously, if anyone brings up those quotes again, I’ll hit them with a brick.

-If you are paired up with someone, you are not allowed to have a life outside your love interest. That goes especially for the Love Square.

-Everyone in this show is an idiot to some degree. Félix is the one who holds all of the braincells, while Lila learned to break the system and metagame.

-If you want a better show that focuses on magic and romance, go watch any mahou shoujo anime in existence and spare yourself the hours you’re gonna waste with this show.

-How Miraculous Ladybug Should’ve Ended? Félix dusts Gabriel in Emotion and tells Adrien and Marinette that Gabriel was the Monarch. End of story.

If you have made any observation, leave a comment about it in the replies, because I’m sure that I missed some.

#Ten's Thoughts #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug pv #ml salt #thomas astruc salt #ml fandom salt

[animentality]

it's actually offensive to me when fake ass Durge fans whine, "Stop forcing Durge to have a relationship with Gortash."

Because Durge is already fucking underdeveloped thanks to you people. You really wanna either take away the content they already have OR force them to be even more flat and lifeless, with practically no origin?

They already don't feel like a real origin!

At least durgetash makes the dark urge and gortash more nuanced. It gives them an actual fucking character pre tadpole.

it's actually laughable to me when people bitch about durgetash being forced on them- like oh my god, you're mad that two MAJOR VILLAINS are getting developed in a story that tosses them both away like trash as soon as it's relevant anyway?

that the ORIGIN YOU FUCKING CHOSE IN THE SELECT SCREEN

is a fucking ORIGIN?

why don't you just play a genocidal Tav if you're gonna whine about this

the dark urge was already neutered and stripped of agency by nature of being an edgier tav. you don't get to know the deeper nuances of their character pre tadpole, you barely get any information about what they were truly like, you'll never really know who they were before becoming a monster, or as a monster. there is a lot of juicy potential for a dark urge who always had misgivings about Bhaal but was never given the freedom to choose. there's also a lot of potential in the idea that their faith only ever stuttered once, and it was because they didn't want to kill the only person who ever saw them as more than a bhaalspawn.

but they neutralized the dark urge for you bastards, made them ambiguous, so you can be a murder hobo in one playthrough, and a sweet redeemable baby in the next, with only slightly altered dialogue to amuse you.

they completely nullified any real character the dark urge might've had so that edgy neck beards who want to kill children can imagine the dark urge was irredeemably evil from the start to finish.

and Astarion fangirls who just want extra Astarion content can play a dark urge who is literally just a Tav, just with extra lines with Astarion.

actually bonkers.

you people are asking the developers to make characters LESS interesting.

how boring. and embarrassing.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash

[lizardsfromspace]

"Everything is so soulless now. I wish I could go back to when people enjoyed things," says someone who would've spent the 90s whining that a band were irredeemable corporate sellouts if they made an album that didn't sound like it was recorded on a melting cassette tape beneath a underpass

#incredible

[shysublimecoffee]

I prefer not to sound harsh, but Miraculous has become a fandom where I find more enjoyment in reading fanfics than watching the show. It feels like there's a lack of effort or an attempt to justify and rearrange elements, often ignoring past seasons and assuming the audience won't notice. The handling of Derision is a notable example, with more astute critics than me delving into their dissatisfaction and the evident retcons.

I didn't anticipate the show going to such lengths as portraying Gabriel as someone deserving of a statue, and it left a sour taste in my mouth to see the hero endorsing it. Adrien/ChatNoir's portrayal has become quite pitiful, with a peculiar shift where Ladybug takes on a significant role in the Agreste Saga despite her absence from that narrative. Ladybug, who isn't even part of the Agreste Saga, is the one delivering heartfelt moments. The decision to sideline Adrien and put him out of commission is disappointing. It's his story yet she the one who has to make it about her. She gets to shine along with a cool costume to boot.

There's a palpable bias from Astruc against Chloe, evident in the show's treatment of her character. Despite her being manipulated by Gabriel Agreste, the narrative blames her for becoming mayor, and the absurdity of the situation is magnified when everyone in the story goes along with it. The inclusion of a scene in Revolution where Chloe is crying is perplexing and frustrating, as it seems to perpetuate the negative and irredeemable image the show consistently paints of her. The added layer of her mother being horrid to her intensifies my annoyance, especially when sympathetic scenes are presented in a seemingly contradictory manner.

I mean you want her to be the worst but yet she has scenes like this? Why not go all the way wtf. Why give her depth only to take it away and then make her be so demonized in s5 and act like she was like this from the start. When she's been a joke

I hate to be critical, but seriously, it's hard to ignore how the Miraculous universe is just dripping with untapped potential. Five seasons in, and the movie outshines the show effortlessly. It makes you wonder about the writers' team and their approach—seems like they're just coasting on low effort for profit, and somehow, it's working, thanks to Miraculous inexplicable popularity.

The show's been beating the monster-of-the-week horse for five long seasons, lacking any creativity in crafting interesting villains. Gabriel, honestly, feels like a starter villain, and if they're going to make him the big bad, can we at least get some villains with a bit more pizzazz? You know craft creative interesting villains? KNDS, Original PPG, Totally Spies they got it so why not Miraculous. It's so damn tiring seeing the same old song and dance with Gabriel 24/7 monologuing to his wife and releasing the akuma I thought Mayura would be important but she's barely there.

It's not even an excuse kids do deserve better entertainment so why should Miraculous lower its standards. Marinette is very weird to me as the protagonist because her lovelife is more focused over everything I gauged her well enough to know about her that the rest of the secondary needs more of a spotlight to be cast on them. I like her but am I the only one who just skips when she starts the whining about Adrien and her plan to again get together it was cute at first now I fast forward to the more interesting part of the episode because it irks me i'm tired okay... what other facet of her character do the writers focus on besides her love life? I hope I don't appear to salt on her but Imma tag it just in case. I think she's in neutral treading to dislike because how can I come back from her gaslighting her boyfriends I'm sorry I can't.

You know what I'm afraid of that if Lila gonna be the next big bad they'll just recycle everything from Gabriel onto her. We'll have the same akumatizations same monster of the week formula only this time it's Lila.

I trust more in the fanfic community to come up with a better substantial plot than Miraculous could ever be. I know romance is a big part but the lore is so damn little it's season 5 are they ever going to expand more in the later seasons lol.

I'm tired from writing this long. Imma go to bed now.

#miraculous salt #miraculous critical #miraculous ladybug #marinette salt

[le-trash-prince]

KimKenta vampire hunter x vampire AU that I promised to post about

Kim is the hunter, Kenta is the vampire

Tony is the vampire overlord, and when he’s taken down, Kenta is captured by the X-Hunter team.

Babe and Pete left before they could be turned

In his youth, Kenta viewed it as a blessing to be turned by Tony

Way is also a vampire but he’s been in disguise as a human (insert worldbuilding here that makes this feasible)

Also Way got seemingly mortally wounded in the fight with Tony but Pete has been slowly nursing him back to life

Kenta agrees to help track down other vampires and is partnered up with Kim, who is also there to keep an eye on him.

Currently he feeds exclusively from blood bags (unless he’s specifically fighting someone and Kim gives him permission, but that’s further down the line)

I’m torn between him having always fed from blood bags because Tony didn’t think he deserved fresh blood, or Tony consistently forced him to feed from humans because I want to traumatize him with irredeemable guilt 🤔

Either way he does NOT want to eat people

This co-exists with the fact that Kim’s blood is the most intoxicating thing he’s ever smelled

At first, Kim treats Kenta with distrust but not with fear—he doesn’t think Kenta is good enough to get the jump on him, so he doesn’t see reason to be afraid. But he views his job as keeping Kenta in line, so he's not about to let Kenta fuck off by himself (and if they pull some death note "sharing a bed while handcuffed together" shit oh well)

He does slowly start to think well of Kenta as they get to know each other

One day, they're chasing down a vampire and split up to head the vampire off. But an innocent human gets caught up in the fight, and Kenta gets hurt trying to protect them, but he still can't keep them safe. The vampire escapes because Kenta stops to try and save the human—even though it means he's drowning in the smell of blood, trying his hardest to staunch the wound and to hold himself back from that feral instinct to feed.

By the time Kim finds him, Kenta is shaking and crying "I didn't- it wasn't me I swear, I didn't do it, I didn't do it, Kim, help me I can't-"

And Kim believes him because even though Kenta is covered in blood, it's obvious that he hasn't fed.

Kim has to pull Kenta's hands away ("no, no, I can still-" "Kenta. They're gone.") and when he guides him upright, Kenta sways and stumbles, and that’s when Kim realizes Kenta is wounded too—that he needs to feed in order to heal, and yet he still held himself back.

Kim tells Kenta to feed from him because they’re out in the middle of nowhere with no other option.

Kenta begs him “Please don’t make me, not from you.”

And Kim just laughs, “Is my blood really that bad?”

Kenta whines into his neck. “I’ll hurt you,” he keens.

Kim tugs at his hair, pulling Kenta’s head up so he can look him in the face, and he presses a thumb down against Kenta’s plush lower lip, making him open his mouth so Kim can brush against his fangs—“You really think you could hurt me?”—he circles his thumb against Kenta’s tongue, watching in fascination as Kenta whimpers and drools helplessly—“You think you can do anything I don’t want you to do?”

And when Kenta feeds from him, it’s not the vampire seducing the human—it’s the human using his blood to control his vampire.

Anyways those are just some of my thoughts please enjoy

#do i wish i could write this? yes. do i have the mental stamina to do so? absolutely not #but i still want to share #pit babe #pit babe the series #kimkenta #kentakim #kim pit babe #kenta pit babe #pit babe HCs #pit babe au

[fecto-forgo]

btw "its misogynistic to not like this female character" is supposed to be for when people have unfair standards with female characters for reasons like "whines too much" (just has emotions) "gets in the way of my gay ship" (is just existing as the canonical love interest role) "is completely irredeemable" (hasnt done half the bad things the fandoms forgiven baby boy did) or just being overly harsh with them for daring to be women, not when people just.dislike a female character whos genuinely intended to be abusive and not in a "shes abusive because shes a woman and women suck" way lol

#analiceoriginal.txt

[girderednerve]

i hit my head on a stack of spare shelves while setting up for tomorrow morning's storytime (it bled a little, i was very pathetic about it) so i got to go home an hour early and now i'm sitting on my couch wearing my beautiful girlfriend's stupid migraine beanie from the freezer. work should be illegal

#shout out to my coworker who was visibly annoyed to look up from the anime fanfiction they were reading on the circ desk #to hear about my various woes. sorry man i will try not to smack my head on anything next week #irredeemable whining #injury mention? i suppose?

[restlesscrybaby]

☆ JACK HORNER NSFW ALPHABET! ☆

>> Here's my take on the NSFW alphabet!!

☆☆ WARNINGS -- NSFW, humiliation, degradation, praise, branding, semi-public sex, etc.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) - He isn't too. Fond of aftercare. I mean, as an irredeemable monster, how could he care for anyone else? If anything, he'll run you a bath, let you soak in the bubbles, and yadda yadda.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - Hmm.. He admires his belly and hands! I mean, he's very confident in his size. Just in general. But, his hands? He's got some monster hands! He knows how to use them too. He likes watching you squirm as he caresses your skin with the pads of his fingers ever so gently, as you tremble against the size of his hands. On you? He loveesss your legs and hips. Something about it drives him insane. When you wear heels, how it shows off your legs, the way your legs flex with every step you take, how confident your strides are. Oh, and the way your hips sway with every step you take. And, the way you use your hips to tease him without even knowing it. Grabbing your hips with his hands, teasingly rubbing your inner thighs, he loves it all.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - Pssh. He hates making a mess with it. But, he also loves seeing you coated in the translucent mess of cream. Especially on your face. But, he hates to make a mess. He won't attempt to get it anywhere but on you, but he'd adore to cum inside. The idea you belong to him, drives him wild. And I mean, come on! Any sort of cum on his lover is a whole claiming thing! The way you lick it off your fingers when you scoop it up on your digits. If he happens to make a mess, such as it drips onto the floor, he prefers to make you clean it up. Especially in his boots. Pressing the end of his boot on the back of your head as you lap the sickeningly sweet drip off the floor. He loves it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - He adores claiming. Not just any claiming.. He likes humiliating claiming. Like.. Branding. To press the symbol of himself into your lower belly, right where your uterus is. Just as a proof of claiming, he drools at the thought. Hickies drive him up a wall, and he loves when you claim him too. Where everybody can see that you belong to him and he belongs to you. Something about it makes him drool.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) - Oh, he's experienced. He has had many lovers, he's smart and confident with what he's doing. You can tell. The way his digits trace tediously against your body, how he seems to figure out right away all the good spots to hit, how he coos out to you how good you're doing, what a sweet slut you are. But he's not very experienced romantically.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - Welll... He likes cowgirl and full Nelson. The way you whimper above him, as you attempt to pleasure him with sad whines escaping your lips. When he full Nelson's you, the way you let out whines of stuck desperation, squeaks erupting your words, his size making it easy to torment you like this. How pathetic you are beneath him. If you aren't too into Full Nelson? Doggystyle fits him just fine! Makes it easy to ball your hair up in his digits and pull, as you whine out for more against his cock!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - Oh he's serious. No doubt. If you crack a joke, he aggravatedly rolls his eyes and scoffs.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - Hes well groomed. Very well-groomed. But, he has hair. Lots of it. He's trimmed well, the carpet matching the drapes. Chest hair, pubes, and a happy trail. But, its all so well-kept. It's not messy or too much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - Hes. Awkward with romance. He is good with the more sexual aspects, the more kinky ideals, but with romance ? Eeehhh... Hes.. not too good with it. He's awkward and fumbling over himself, but if you really wanted him too, he'd try. No matter how awkward he was.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - Erm!! He prefers NOT to jack off as much. He tries to keep formal and not masturbate as much, but even he gives into his urges. When he does, he does it most often in his office, as he is usually NEVER home. He makes sure to lock the doors, say he's very busy and no one bother him, and he enjoys himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - Humiliation and degradation! And praise. He loves embarrassing you, watching your face flush and you whine as he fingers you over his lap at his desk, the fear of someone walking in. Even better is during a meeting, fingering you while no one knows. Oh, and degrading you. Calling you names as he pounds into you, oh and praising you when you're good. Calling you a good boy/girl. It drives him mad.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - OF course, the bedroom. He's formal, but his office is the next best place if it's needed. Taking you on the desk, papers fluttering off, things rocking against it. Letting you ride him in his chair, the tacky stained-glass shining rays of colorful light against you two, something about fucking in the office was... Nice.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - Hm. Just you in general! He's able to hold himself together, making sure to keep his composure strong. But your legs flex as you walk, your hips sway with every step, a small whine escaping your lips at the touch of something, your stockings, gloves, your eyelashes fluttering at him begging for anything. He adores it. But it drives him insane. And he wants to just take you wherever you guys are.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) - Ugh. Anything STRANGE STRANGE. Scat, piss, etc. He ESPECIALLY won't doing anything like sounding or anything. Weird shit. No, he won't use any weapons that could seriously hurt you. Such as baby unicorn horns.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He has a preference in giving, and he's GOOD at doing it. The way he slurps you up, taking in your taste with every slurp, hearing you let out mews of satisfaction as he indulges in your delicious taste. He knows the control he has over you with it especially. He loves receiving too, it boosts his ego as you slurp and whine about his cock, about the delicious taste of his pre-cum in your mouth. Gentle petting your hair as you slurp and hum against his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - Fast and rough all the way! He's sensual with the roughness however, but he's fast and rough. He has no time for slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - He dislikes quickies. If they're needed, he'll do them every now and again. But, often, he likes to enjoy his time with you. Even if it's in his office. Even if it's for over an hour and people are in desperation for his attention due to issues. But he says not to bother him. And the doors locked.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - Oh. Experimenting is so much fun! Risks are so fun too! Like fucking you against the stained-glass window, or keeping the door unlocked, not telling anybody to leave him alone. The scary possibility of being caught. He likes those risks. Or even experimenting with bondage, trying new ties or new toys.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - Hes got a lot of stamina. Check the scene where he's fighting and not even breaking a sweat! He lasts a long time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - Oh, he 100% owns toys. He uses them, but not as often. He likes to take the control, he thinks toys are taking away the fun of doing it himself. But it's also fun to break you more with toys. Using whips and gags, and vibrators. He uses vibrators in your underwear, turning it on during things. Thats his favorite. He mainly uses them on you. If he uses any on himself, its for you. Mainly for him to use it against you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - A. LOT. He fucking LOVESSSS teasing. He fucking loves watching you squirm when he teases you. Whether it be gentle touches or licks against you, making you need him more. Or whether it be putting a hand on your inner thigh, unbuttoning his vest and undershirt to show off his chest just a little bit. To whisper in your ear, or gently trace his finger down the curve of your back. He fucking loves it. He likes seeing you need him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - He makes a lotttt of groans. He's quite vocal, it helps you tell if he likes it or not. He let's out soft huffs, whimpers between words as he pants them out.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He loves when you praise his body without even knowing it. How you caress his belly, kiss his biceps, lick along his shaft, rub his back, massage his shoulders, pat his legs, he adores when you gently touch his body. And he loves when you purposefully do it. Ego boost!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) - Woah! He's got a lot of body hair! He's well trimmed tho! He's got a cock curvation going up, and he's relatively on the larger cock size due to his insane body size and height!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - Very high. NO further question. He's stressed often, so sex is a good relief! He's very... horny. Being so mad and stressed gives his sex drive a huge boost.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - He falls asleep rather fast. Depending on the day. He snores loudly, letting you know he fell asleep just a bit after. But usually, you fall asleep first, and he finishes some stuff before heading right to bed.

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[lettersfromaphrodite]

[2.31]

― pairing : Minho x fem! reader ― content warnings : wolf AU, reader is a witch, soulmates, choking kink, a lot of smut y’all, Minho has submissive tendencies 👀, does the word “purplish” even exist? I don’t know, go with the flow, medieval settings as always , unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.294 ― notes: different day, different life, different blog but this fic is still dedicated to @minbiny because back then, she was the one who requested this

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

Minho moaned – the sound being close to an animalistic growl, against your neck as he effortlessly scooped you up with his hands behind your thighs, sitting you on the counter of your small, wooden kitchen.

«Minho,» you wanted to giggle at his needy behaviour, but the sound came out as a breathless whine instead. «We have to finish to wash the dishes.» you said, your arms closing behind his neck as he pressed his body against yours while leaving open mouthed kisses on your marked neck; Minho always became much more needy when the full moon was approaching, leading you to secretly wish for the moon to remain full every night.

You and Minho met each other more than a year ago and, despite what you believed, the visions about him never stopped, leaving the both of you incredibly flustered during improbable times of the day. Both of you thought that once you had accepted your soulmate bond, your visions would go back to normal, showing you fragments of future not regarding your mate; but even if almost everything you could see were images of Minho fucking you into oblivion, you were definitely not disappointed.

«You’re a witch,» Minho breathed on your neck, and goosebumps immediately erupted on your skin, «you could cast a spell.» his fingers lifted your long cotton skirt in order to grip your bare thighs and, for a moment, you were about to give in and let him fuck you – once again, on the kitchen counter.  

«I won’t.» you smiled, pleased with yourself to hear his disappointed whine. Minho eventually obliged, but still decided to finish marking up your neck with a purplish hickey before detaching from you.

After one long year, you were still amazed about the fact that doing house chores with Minho could be actually funny; you went from doing everything by yourself to do everything with a mate willing to help you and spend time with you, somehow managing to make you laugh in the process. By now, Minho was perfectly aware about the fact that using too much magic in a too short amount of times made you feel sick and so, he helped you finish washing the dishes before escorting you to town.

The news about a pack made of wolves and witches living in the woods quickly spreaded in the town next to where you all lived, and contrarily to your expectations, they saw your pack as their protectors. Therefore, the fact that you and the other witches would follow the citizens’ requests and cast protections spells over the village was by now a habit.

Every month, following the moon’s calendar, you’d take turns and walk to the village in order to cast a powerful spell which irredeemably made you feel weaker and as if your head was about to explode, but the citizens’ gratitude and the money compensation you received was a fair exchange for you – or the other girls, being sick for few hours.

Since it was your turn to cast the spell, Minho escorted you all the way to the village, patiently waiting for you to finish while playing with some of the children living there, and giggling along with you as they offered you some flowers as soon as you were finished. Both you and Minho dearly loved kids and so, you ignored the headache that was now making you feel slightly dizzy, and as your eyes flashed golden once again, the flowers immediately turned themselves into small, neat flower crowns for both you, Minho and the kids – which were ecstatic with the fact that you could use magic and immediately started running around to let other people see “the pretty witch’s gift”.

«They’re right, tho,» Minho said, hugging your shoulders and making you instantly feel relieved thanks to his touch, «you’re pretty.»

«I better be,» you answered with a snort, «they also called me “Madam”. Oh, come on! You look older than me, why do they never say anything about you?» you playfully whined, heading out of the village while your fingertips were interlocked with Minho’s – which was smiling at your outburst, finding you very much adorable and very little threatening.

As soon as you and Minho were far enough from the village, he kneeled in front of you, and you eagerly lifted your skirt to effortlessly let him carry you on his back; with a sigh, you nuzzled your nose on Minho’s neck, hearing him chuckle and gently shake his shoulders because he was ticklish. Tightening your hold around Minho’s shoulders, you shortly closed your eyes, loving how even the mere touch of your mate could make you feel better, as he led you both through the path in the woods, which conducted the both of you back home.

Both you and Minho decided to take a break and lay on the grass of a small clearing in the woods, your faces kissed by the sunlight as you peacefully relaxed; there was still time until night and therefore, before Minho completely acted out of control due to the moon’s influence.

To be honest, no one in the pack has ever hurt you or the other witches - at least not after Changbin hurt his mate by mistake during a full moon hunt, but even so, you were just used to spend the night of the full moon away from each other; by now, you and the other girls were used to meditate together by the moon while the wolves were running free on their night hunt.

While your eyes were still closed you felt a delicate, warm sensation enveloping your right hand and you instinctively smiled, aware that Minho had just intertwined his fingers with yours and was now bringing your joined hands towards his lips in order to kiss the top of your hand, your knuckles, your fingers. Instinctively, you giggled and shied away from his touch at the sensation of Minho’s lips brushing your skin with such a feather touch it was almost ticklish.

«How do you feel?» Minho asked, propping himself on his left elbow, partially shielding you from the sunlight while silently admiring your beauty.

«I’m good,» you smiled, looking at him after taking a deep sigh, happy that your boyfriend was concerned with your well-being, «A kiss would make me feel even better.» you moved your still joined hands so that you could toy with the strings hanging from the collar of his shirt, giving it a light pull towards your frame. Minho was watching you with his eyes full of love and desire that despite the fact that you were out in the open you almost felt like you could hardly breathe. Will he ever stop having such an effect on you?

«That can be arranged,» Minho answered with a playful smile and within an instant, his lips found yours.

It started out as a gentle, innocent kiss; as cliché as it was, Minho’s kisses really made you feel more powerful and somehow, made you regain all the energy you eventually lost because of casting powerful spells. Gradually, a wave of warmth spreaded through your body in multiple different sensations; you indeed felt more powerful but on the other hand, Minho’ s hand furtively sneaking around your throat until it rested on the side of your jaw had started to make you feel incredibly aroused. What started out as a languid repetition of brief pecks on your lips turned into Minho tilting his head, and with a gentle but firm grip on your jaw, he slightly moved yours as well, in order to deepen your kiss while his tongue was dancing with yours almost in a teasing manner. You sighed against his lips, pulling on the strings of his shirt in order to make him lean even closer to you; shifting your position, you bent your knees in order to move even closer to Minho, which caught the opportunity to reach out and grab the hem of your dress and lift it over your knees, making it fall around your waist.

Immediately, Minho’s hands gripped your thigh, as his lips were still busy kissing your neck; the pent up frustration from your morning make out session made you feel even more sensitive, so that you couldn’t help but whimper and hold your lover closer as he parted your thighs in a rough manner using his hand. Minho was definitely not in the mood to tease – neither were you, and you were glad that he wasted no time into slipping two fingers inside you, eventually moving his body between your legs as he busied himself scissoring and curling his fingers inside you. Despite the fact that he was trying to be careful, you could feel the approaching full moon’s effects already influencing his movements, since sometimes, he had to reach out and kiss you in order to distract himself and not give in into his wild and animalistic side that was begging him to claim you immediately. You kissed him back eagerly every time; you perfectly knew that during sex, Minho could get pretty rough sometimes, and you absolutely loved it.

It was definitely one of the messiest foreplay sessions you’ve had - aside the ones where Minho was in heat, since somewhen in between that make up session you managed to reach out, unbutton his trousers and pump his shaft into full hardness, enjoying you lover’s throaty moans against your skin.

Minho’s eyes were now completely golden, and held the same desire you held for him; all it took for you was a quick glance to understand that you didn’t need further foreplay, and Minho smiled at you in a silent way to thank you. His instinct was about to take the lead and he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside your wetness; you, however, couldn’t wait to catch the perfect occasion to tame him. You’ve been thinking about trying to be the dominant one for a while, mostly driven by the curiosity to see Minho falling apart under you, and you couldn’t help but wonder how needy he could get in such circumstances. Minho’s moan as soon as he bottomed out inside of you was somewhere between a whine and a low, throaty growl, and you had to force yourself not to come on the spot because of his blissed out expression.

Patiently, Minho kissed your neck, nibbling along the skin every now and then and waiting for you to get used to the sudden stretch; you smiled to yourself, content about the streak of praises he was mumbling against your skin, before purposely clenching hard around him, which immediately whined right next to your ear - definitely one of your favourite things. Minho quickly got the input and started moving, frantically thrusting his hips in a harsh and slow pace, occasionally burying his head in your neck as his breathing got even more ragged; at first, you found it ridiculous how the moon could influence a wolf’s sexual behaviour so much, but you slowly started to get used to it, growing to appreciate how demanding and rough he could get. Minho sat straight, balancing his weight on his knees while tightly gripping your hips under your skirt - now completely pooled around your waist, and threw his head back as he changed his pace, his strokes now a little faster than before.

Needless to say, the moon didn’t only affect him, and you were reduced to an oversensitive moaning mess, feeling even more sensitive than you originally were.

However, you were desperate to see a particular visions of yours come true and so, even if it took you a lot of concentration and some effort, you propped yourself on your right elbow, reaching out to hold Minho’s nape with your left hand in order to pull him in for a passionate kiss; eventually, you smirked in victory against his lips as soon as you felt him relax under your touch, immediately rolling the two of you around, so that you were now on top of him.

Thankfully, you were a witch, and so, while you shifted positions you managed to get rid of your skirt while casting a brief spell, seeing with the corner of your eyes that the fabric was neatly folding itself next to you as you were staring at Minho’s pleading eyes, currently blown with lust and a glimpse of adoration.

«Come on, witch,» Minho whimpered, lifting his hips from the ground in a weak thrust to prove his point; you scoffed at how he managed to be so demanding even while what roles were reversed, but complied to his request. Minho’s strong hands gripped your naked hips, short nails drawing small crescent moon shapes as they sank into your tender skin. Since the front leather strings of his shirt were untied, the shirt was half-open and allowed you to scratch long red lines along his toned and tan chest. Minho threw his head back, bending his knees and placing his feet on the floor, and he begun thrusting up into you, meeting you halfway and causing you to jolt forward with a loud moan, using his torso as a support while your nails sank into his skin as well.

Furrowing your brows, you allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure as continuous moans escaped your lips, even if you were hyper aware about Minho’s body language; by now, you made love a countless number of times and you perfectly knew the moment he was about to come. Every time Minho was close, his grip on you would tighten, and he’d throw his head back moaning incoherent phrases as his hips lost any kind of rhythm, thrusting sloppily into you; this time, as soon as you realized he was close, you halted your hips and snapped your eyes open, golden meeting golden.

Minho looked at you with a confused expression, why couldn’t he move? Every one of his doubts eventually found an answer as they acknowledged your victorious smile.

«Come on, wolf,» you smiled at him, lifting his hands over his head, «Let me have some fun as well,» you casted another spell, watching as some strands of ivy started snaking on the grass as if they were alive, moving towards the two of you and wrapping themselves around Minho’s wrists in a tight rope, before you allowed your boyfriend to move once again. He looked to you with stupor, never once you tried to be dominant with him, especially near a full moon; surprisingly enough, the thought of you taking the lead aroused him more than he originally thought. With confident movements, you started to grind on his length, making the remaining of your clothes disappear thanks to your magic - clothes that politely folded themselves on top of your skirt.

The sight of a desperate Minho sprawled out and tied up under you was much better than you could have ever imagined; his chest was flushed red, and you could see the rapid rise and fall of his torso as he struggled to keep his breath even. His eyes were locked on you, attentively following any and every one of your movements, as if in that moment, the dangerous predator was you instead of him. Minho arched his back as your teeth closed around his nipple, his hips stuttering against yours as he tried to focus on not to come, yet.

«Can’t you stay still?» you mumbled, licking a long stripe on his chest, «Do you want to be punished that much?» Minho quickly shook his head with a weak whimper, his eyes shut close due to the fact that you were indeed keeping on stimulating him but you were doing it with such slow and teasing movements that he had to refrain himself from moving his hips in fear of what your punishment might be.

«Please,» he whimpered, his voice small and his length repeatedly twitching inside you; you knew he was close - you were as well, and you mistook his plead as a request to let him come, you gave in with a soft sigh; after all, you’ll have countless occasions to tease him further in the future, but at the moment, you both needed to come.

Balancing your weight on his chest, your hips picked up pace, and you were effectively bouncing on his length as Minho kept begging you to keep going, pulling on the ivy ropes and resulting it to be an useless move, since your spell was still active and therefore they were indestructible.

«Choke me,» Minho whined again, and at the unexpected request, your hips stuttered against his for a moment, «please.»

Well, this was definitely new; you’ve never heard Minho sound so desperate and needy, and you’ve never seen him look so helpless. You’ve never seen this side of Minho before, and you knew you’d probably never get enough of it. Nodding, your slowed your pace as your right hand caressed his torso all the way up, until your fingertips hesitantly caressed his neck before closing around it with a slight pressure; you knew you grip wasn’t tight enough to prevent him from breathing, but the fact that Minho immediately choked on a whimper made your fingers tighten a little bit more, massaging the base of his neck while applying pressure every now and then.

Minho came without warning you, arching his back and pulling on the ivy ropes as if they were his only grip on reality; his orgasm caught you off guard enough for your spell to weaken, and your lover managed to effortlessly break them, his arms falling limp on the grass for few seconds, before he eventually reached out to you.

Minho propped himself on his hands, so that your eyes were at the same level; his left hand eventually ghosted over your body, hyper aware to the fact that you were still moving on top of him because he was weakly whimpering in overstimulation because of it.

«Come for me, witch,» only when Minho gently connected your lips by holding your cheek, you felt them: two pointy ivory fangs were occasionally grazing your lower lip, and that was everything you needed to come, burying your head in the crook of Minho’s shoulder as he threw his head back in a streak of whimpers and curses, since you kept clenching around his overstimulated length.

«My wrists are sore,» Minho chuckled, his head still thrown back.

«I’m sorry,» you admitted, wrapping your hands around his chest, as if it would have made him feel better.

«It’s okay, it was worth it,» he shrugged, making your head move by inertia, «we should do it again.» he timidly confessed, and you nodded against his skin.

«Do you think our kids will be witches or wolves?» he asked out of the blue, as the two of you were almost home, you hummed in answer.

«Probably a cute hybrid, like a wolf with magical powers.» you answered, honestly confused about it because you’ve never heard about a witch being a wolf’s mate – despite the bizarre coincidence of Minho’s pack.

«Can’t wait to find out.»  he chanted, hugging your shoulders and, kissing your hair, making you tense up for a moment; you loved kids and you knew Minho loved them as well, but you never thought – or talked, about having one which was completely yours before.

As vision of a little child resembling your mate running around your house just to throw herself in Minho’s arms – which immediately lifted her up in the air, suddenly occupied your thoughts, and you smiled, aware that he saw the same thing as you did. «Yeah, can’t wait to find out.»

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[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

catra in s5: literally does nothing to help the alliance other than whine about being abandoned and make snarky comments about the people she hurt

crew-ra: see, she's such a hero! she finally learned how to be selfless, she's such a good addition to the bfs!!

shadow weaver in s5: the only character who actually takes their situation seriously, coming up with actual solutions to their problem

crew-ra: oh and shadow weaver is an irredeemable villain. she doesn't want to change and she'll never change, she deserved to die.

#are you sure you wrote this character? #because how could you write a complex character like sw and then reduce her to “toxic mother figure”? #even before s5 she was the only useful character #the only one who tried to stop the horde back when they were still new to etheria #all of the princesses were useless and from whay we can gather‚ so were their parents #what* #spop critical #spop salt #spop #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti spop

[eldritch-spouse]

CRACK

" I don't hear you counting, boy. "

The paddle crashed so hard onto his left asscheek that it dented. Hm... You'll have to get something sturdier. Damn breeders and their tough hide, they're way too dense. At least he's getting blue, that means he must be feeling it to some degree. And that's good enough for you.

" Don't tell me you've forgotten how to... " Your spare hand smooths over the overheated flesh, smirking at Breg's quiet whimpers of pain.

He's a total mess and you're not even halfway done. Legs already clenched together, tongue out so he can drool on the support pillows you were kind enough to get for his punishment. Yeah right, some "punishment" this is. You assumed, erroneously, that Breg wouldn't be into pain play given how he's always so scared of hurting you. Yet, a couple of spanks in, and he's already arching his ass like the bitch in heat you've always known him to be. Frankly, you're giving up on taking this seriously, you're basically just doing it for kicks.

" ... T-Ten? "

" Twelve actually. " You slam the paddle down on his ass as hard as you can again.

" AH! G-God... Ungh- " He's trembling, ocean blue bruises already blooming beautifully on that rump.

" That's for getting it wrong. " The clarification is accompanied by an expectant glance. Your eyes are ice cold as you judge the panting monster sprawled over your legs. You know he's digging his claws into the side of the couch and it only makes you want to break the paddle on his tender ass in retribution.

It takes Breg a couple of hazy, huffing seconds. " Thirteen! "

" Good boy. " The fact that he wags his tail in spite of his current situation is hilarious enough to make you muffle laughter.

Delivering a couple of merciful slaps on that abused tissue proves itself to make for very amusing reactions, as the monster tenses and whines. " Why am I spanking you, Breg? "

" Buh- Because I've been bad. "

Your eyes roll, you let yourself grope the breeder's fine ass, and he bites his lip through the pain, trying to grind a sopping wet slit against the pillows beneath it, and your thigh. " And what did you do, captain obvious? "

The fact that Breg seemingly struggles to detect the answer you're seeking tells you all you need to know. He didn't listen to a single word of your chiding as you drove back home, and he legitimately doesn't understand what he did wrong. You know that screams of glaring issues that need to be addressed, but right now, you'll unload your frustration.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

" HNGH- Fff- Ohhh ffuck yeah, please ahn... " Your crazed monster of a boyfriend buries his face on the pillows and weeps from tantalizing agony, feeling the fury you experience when handling his immature and impulsive nature.

" You're irredeemable. "

" Six- Sixteen. "

" Why are you being spanked, Breg? "

This time, he really scrambles hard for words, humming fearfully whenever your hand moves.

" Because... Because I chased your friend out of the mall?' "

He says the word "friend" like it's poisonous, bitter, repulsive. Like he wanted to say "scum" instead. You'll let it slide, since he did guess correctly. That's progress for someone such as Breg, as far as you're concerned.

" Correct. "

He didn't just chase your poor acquaintance out, he snarled and swiped at them all the way through like a feral animal. The only thing that saved them was the narrow passages where Breg couldn't follow as easily. Otherwise, his magnificent sprint and four-legged racing would have lead to a public evisceration. You're going to have to play Devil's advocate and try to even things out, hopefully avoid any charges. All this mess because mister "I have no idea how to behave myself" couldn't keep his jealousy in check and saw red when your old friend shared a smoothie with you. The nerve. You feel a vein popping in your forehead just remembering the embarrassment.

His audacity, to then scoop you up and carry you back into the store like a living sack of potatoes. Ugh, he didn't even look sorry. In fact, he doesn't look sorry now. The bastard.

CRACK

" Do you know how badly you embarrassed me? " Mentioning your friend's health is pointless, you know he won't care unless your chastising revolves around either you or him. He grits out a quiet "seventeen" before keening high. " You can't do that in malls. "

" Uh-? "

" You can't chase people. "

THWACK

" You can't snarl at others. "

SMACK

" And you can't pick me up like an animal! "

He's got a good chunk of the pillow lodged in his mouth by now, salivating and biting at it in reflex, muffling his admittedly satisfying noises. That tail remains perfectly arched above, even as it trembles with his pain. You eye that darkening purple-blue skin with fevered delight, being merciful enough to stroke his clothed thighs instead.

" I'm talking to you, Breg. "

He spits the fabric out faster than you can raise the paddle again. " SUH- SORRY! I'm sorry, h-hit me more. "

Great, he's now even more shamelessly into it.

" You never learn. " There's just no winning.

Giving up on getting anything through his thick skull for now, you let your fingers hover over the underside of his tail, tickling there, the sensitive skin between the appendage and his ass. The breeder pants, lifting his rump up and up, chasing the touch- Until you grasp the base firmly and yank. The ensuing, raw shudder that courses Breg's body is glorious, he all but rattles, grip on the couch faltering altogether. This time, it's your bare hand slapping onto the meat of his cheek.

" I hann- I lost count... " He confesses, to which you just shrug.

" I know. " Is he lying just to get smacked harder or did he genuinely lose count? Either one sounds plausible.

A digit traces from the root of that strong tail to the tight ring of muscle between his legs. You don't really intend to finger him, but the hint is there as you circle it, surprised by how he stiffens yet carefully inches those long legs apart. Huh. Now isn't that new? You recall Breg doesn't really like the idea of ass play. Things about him are changing, but never where it matters apparently. Tsk.

Your touch lowers, feathering over the expanse of skin between hole and slit. The monster's excitement is palpable, legs spreading wider, pleading chirps escaping through exposed teeth when you make contact with the soaked entrance, grieving for the poor pillow he's been grinding on. It only takes a little bit of tickling until both cocks poke out, this lurid, wet noise accompanying them. Nonetheless, you wedge a single finger into that stuffed slit, maneuvering your current position enough to grab the paddle steadily again.

" Now, we're starting over. "

The way his cocks twitch puts a grin on your face.

#Bregory #pinnie's art #terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #monster fucker #minors dni

[aspocko]

got into a discussion today (ty @sassygwaine u legend) about the idk, disturbing? annoying? frustrating? trend i’ve noticed where fic writers will portray post-season 1 Ed as this irredeemable violent lunatic, and ended up landing on a really interesting observation, which is that it is so easy for fans of the show to get caught up in how the characters in the show see themselves, that we lose track of what they are actually like outside of their own perspectives.

ed he sees himself as this horrible, irredeemable monster, and even though we as an audience know this is decidedly untrue, so many of us are writing these really strange portrayals of this violent caricature with no sense of perspective of the show’s commentary on violence and masculinity. and the same can be said about stede, about izzy. stede sees himself as an incompetent fop, and izzy sees himself as this put-upon, hyper-competent babysitter. and I’ve read a lot of fics that forget that Stede is an absolute deadass lunatic, and forget that the first time Izzy was put in charge he shit himself and threw up and then the second time he was put in charge he ended up literally seconds away from being killed by his crew.

i have read SO. MANY. FICS. that show Ed snapping and just going full monster... when literally the show TELLS US very clearly that the Kraken is a defense mechanism. Stede breaks Ed’s heart, then Izzy threatens Ed, and then the crew belittles Ed. Three strikes, and Ed’s out. Kraken comes in. I will admit that it took me a while to recognize that the Kraken was a defense and not the result of a psychotic break (even though I also fully acknowledge that Ed is not the picture of mental health lmao), but it’s there in the text of the show, and now that I see it, it’s hard to see how anyone can see anything else.

like, i’m as feral for season 2 as the next OFMD fan, and I admit I have read SO MANY post s1 fics to try and fill the goddamn void. and I haven’t kept track because i’m not out here keeping score or policing fanfiction trends or anything. but like... it’s a lot. i noticed. and i found it upsetting. and i still find it upsetting. and i think i just wanted to whine about it on tumblr dot com.

#our flag means death #ofmd #fic discussion #trend observation