#Especially for a budge???

[aspartameabuser69]

i got another bird!!! Sorry for the low quality (also ignore that one of the Miku’s hair fell out- I need to hot glue that in at this point lmao). His name is Jeremiah.

[wigglyobsessedweirdo]

Wish I could pin this post but I'm just stating that I'm Wigglys biggest fan. I've liked him for well over a year, he means alot to me...him and the media he's from has gotten me through some very dark times in my life and I feel very attached to him.

So yes I'm his number #1 fan and I really just needed to state that.

Don't ask why or how I got attached to an eldritch god character. I don't know.

[sirenspells]

Honestly one of the most fun things about witch siffrin au is that Loop is part of the main group since the beginning. Granted, they're a cat and Siffrin always has to translate for them but they're there!! Being an asshole in the best ways a cat can

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Writing and posting Omri de Riva fic is going to be such a roulette on this Viago-loving website but it's a risk I'm willing to take

[aidenwaites]

Anyway. Renfield's a very good boy

[legionofpotatoes]

about your last reblog... I actually wrote up some information about Zur / DAO's music and would appreciate if you could reblog it - it's my pinned post

Sure, will do you a solid, but truthfully you're preaching to the choir here. I am well aware that he's a raging zionist who learned all the wrong lessons and perpetuated it in every fiber of his output. I'm generally not interested in juxtaposing that against culture war issues around who is allowed to work on dragon age and such, it just isn't a priority for me in any sense. But I digress, I know it's important around here

[tenebriism]

If it's your lifelong dream to have kids/raise a family, Zenos is not the partner for you. I don't think this comes as a surprise, really, because WHO in the world would think Zenos Yae Galvus could raise a child, but even AFTER he's been shown love, is reformed, is ' FIXED, ' basically... he still does not want kids, and will not budge on it.

[eternalchant]

i will not engage with fandom discourse engaging with fandom discourse is the mind killer

[tadpal]

through a comedy of errors the five hair dyes ive slapped on my bleached ends have stained to my EXACT natural colour and the several inches of grown out has stained copper. so now i have 2cm natural colour, 4 inches of copper, followed by 8 inches of natural colour again

[ohmydais]

Soo I just got back from seeing the high school production of The Little Mermaid that I was helping out with tech for for the past few weeks and OH MY GOODNESS??? I didn’t get to find out a whole lot of info because I just helped with painting a few set pieces and all that but they were Amazing.. like I’m not even saying that just because I helped out they were So Good

[linkware]

in my truck chemicalling my romances w my finally in place emo hair and skinny jeans this is everything i wanted when i was 12

[holeforzenin]

Gross dbf Toji <3

“Oh relax, Toji’s been my old buddy since high school. You can trust him—he’ll take good care of her while we’re away”.

Meanwhile, that trusted old buddy had his entire face buried between your trembling thighs, his tongue flickering deep inside your creampied hole with his lips latched around your puffy entrance, making disgusting noises as he slurped at the thick, bitter load he had just pumped into you not even a minute ago—greedy for every drop of the mixed-up filth leaking out of your hole.

His teeth grazed your sensitive folds now and then, making you jolt with every swipe of his greedy tongue.

It was too much—too overstimulating and filthy, and your head was spinning. Your poor pussy was already sore and twitching, clenching pathetically around his thick tongue, but Toji wasn’t stopping. No, the older man insisted that he has to “clean you up”, and “take care of you properly”, just like your father expected him to when he called him to babysit you. How could he leave his old buddy's precious daughter filthy and messy like this? Especially for something he did—That would just be very irresponsible on his end.

You couldn’t even close your legs, his larger hands forcing them open, thumbs digging bruises into your shaking thighs to keep you wide open for him. His nose was smashing against your puffy clit, nuzzling it on purpose, inhaling through it loudly like he needed to breathe in your pussy to live.

“Ahh—fuck, n-no Toji, that's enough!” you sobbed, tears spilling over your flushed cheeks as you weakly pushed at his head, but it was like fighting against a wall—your strength was quite literally laughable against him. Your hands slapped and pushed at his hair, his forehead, anything you could reach but he didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he groaned against your cunt, the vibrations making your walls clamp down around nothing, drooling out more cum for him to slurp up.

He wasn’t cleaning you, he was feeding off of you. His tongue was ruthless, scraping and curling inside you, scooping up every mixture of cum you were drooling out and swallowing it down without shame.

Your clit throbbed painfully from the constant friction of his nose grinding and rubbing against it, his breaths coming out hot and heavy through his nostrils like he was fucking inhaling your pussy.

Sometimes you heard him snort—an awful, humiliating noise just to make you squirm more. It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever experienced.

You squealed when you felt his tongue slide lower—dragging a nasty, wet stripe down over the messy cum pooling around your twitching asshole, lapping it up like some kind of depraved beast before plunging back into your leaking cunt, switching between both holes like he couldn't get enough of the filth dripping out of you.

His spit and your mixed cum were pooling under your ass now, soaking the couch and your thighs with every wet slurp and disgusting suckle.

You were soaked, filthy, and overstimulated beyond belief—and he was still fucking going.

“P—Please stop!” you hiccupped through your tears, clutching desperately at his thick, raven stands but all it did was make him groan deep against your slit, making it even worse.

Your legs are twitching in his iron grip. But the more you cried, the more he moaned against you like a perv, like your pathetic little sobs were turning him on even more.

When he finally pulled away, a thick string of drool and cum still connected his chin to your battered cunt, stringing between you like a strand of glue before snapping wetly onto your folds.

His face was a complete mess; nose, lips, and chin all glistening under the light, slicked up and dripping with your juices and his own. His scarred lips curled into a lazy smirk as he tilted his head, his emerald eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he stared up at your trembling body.

Toji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the filth across his face even more, before spitting lazily onto your clit just to make you twitch again.

He looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, cocky and mean, tongue dragging along his lips, savoring every taste he could gather, even going as far as licking along his scar with a low, satisfied grunt.

“Sorry baby”, he rasped, his voice laced with mocking sympathy. “Got’a bit carried away”.

“You’re so filthy”, he chuckled low, rubbing two fingers through your swollen folds, smearing the cum and spit around lazily like he was playing with it. “Bet my buddy would shit himself if he saw what a messy little cumdump his sweet daughter turned into”.

“Should’ve known you’d taste this fucking sweet,” he muttered, mostly to himself before leaning back down again—like he wasn’t even close to done with you yet. “Let Daddy take care of you some more, yeah?”.

And you were too fucked-out and humiliated to stop him.

[ryuki-blogs]

Carrying 45 kilo fridge to the second floor because there was miscommunication between the shop and the shipping company? No problem.

Adjusting legs on the fridge so it's leveled? I've been defeated.

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*

[catmask]

tbh when i hear some people talk about 'breaking cycles of abuse', it becomes clear pretty quickly who has come to understand that phrase to mean 'since i was a victim of abuse/neglect by my parents/caretaker/s i will do everything to be nothing like them' and that is all. its not a completely flawed way of thinking either - something that hurt you would very likely hurt someone else; through empathy we learn to understand not to hurt others the way we were hurt too.

but what 'breaking cycles' looks like is more complicated than just not being your parents/caretakers - it's about recognizing how the things that happened to you changed you and how you can heal so you don't hurt someone else in turn. the survival skills you learned in an unhealthy enviroment often translate to poor if not unhealthy interpersonal skills in an enviroment where things ARE safe.

its a difficult pill to swallow for a lot of survivors of abuse (trust me, i know) because we have a tendency to simply want our pain to be recognized. by painting yourself as "absolutely nothing like my abuser" you can abstain from recognizing your own harmful tendencies and live comfortably in the role of victim hood for the rest of your life. it can be tempting to do this especially when so many people will do their best to deny what you experienced - almost like leaning into a stuck door that just won't budge.

the problem with this is if you never recognize that being mistreated made it so you LACK a lot of what other people learned from a loving enviroment, you can hurt people pretty badly even when doing your best just not to replicate what your parents/caretakers got wrong.

this also hurts for victims because, when it comes down to it - it's not FAIR. you were hurt for no reason, and most of us will never hear an apology or even admittance from the person who did it - so why do YOU have to change? why do YOU, the person hurt unjustly, have to put in the work?

and i mean. that's what breaking a cycle is. it means pushing against what's fair and comfortable deliberately so that you can stop something that's been repeating. it's work. its not just recognition of pain, it's the purposeful healing and treatment of it. but thats scary, and it's not fun, so a lot of people fall right back into it. its a lot easier said than done.

[illou-sainte]

What happens to disobedient wives?

pairings: doctor!zayne x assistant/wife!reader

cw: unprotected sex, impregnation, jealous!zayne, possessiveness, lots of cum, dom!zayne, sub!reader, breeding kink, hickeys, marking, mentions of reader being a cumslut, kind of nasty sex (lol)

Zayne is determined that the silver band wrapped around your finger isn't enough to let others know that you're married.

Zayne's assistant---also his lovely wife, you're always tasked to assist him every time. When working in the ER, it requires to take off any accessories---including your wedding ring.

Zayne understands that, because he does that too---but you on the other hand, you'd always forget to wear your ring even if you're not working in the ER. Zayne brought it up since it bothered him a lot and of course, you immediately apologized to your husband---assuring him that you won't forget to wear it next time.

But, you'd always forget---silly you :(

His last nerve was struck, when one of his patients asked him---if you are married or not. Since, you weren't wearing a ring around your finger---nor showed any signs that you have a lover.

It angered him, as he spat back to the patient, telling him that he shouldn't be asking for confidential information about their medical helpers, especially about the head doctor's wife---of course, he didn't mention that part to the patient.

Zayne knew he needs to put senses on you.

Your back arches when Zayne's gritty cock slammed inside your plushed tight pussy. You were already overstimulated, the mix of both of your sweats dripping against your hot bodies. Your moans and whimpers filling your shared bedroom. You can feel the gushing and leaking of his cum and your juices oozing out of your entrance.

The covers of your shared bed are soaked with it, but he doesn't care.

This man's stamina is above all.

He's been fucking you dumb for hours, in every position. Stretching you so good---his cock kissing and reaching every part of your aching pussy.

You can't recall how many times this man has been deep fucking his cum inside your womb---you were sure that he's plotting on something.

He placed his right hand over your wrists--- trapping you under. The way your ass arches---like a little cumslut you are to him. You were in full bliss as he fills you up with ropes after ropes of his loading hot cum.

Always been so good to him since day one.

Leaning against your back, kissing and leaving hickeys over your nape making you shudder while you cried out and moaned---telling him to not leave marks because you still have shifts tomorrow.

But, he doesn't budge---continuing to mark you as he please. His thumb rubbing circles over the finger where your wedding ring is.

As if he's giving you hints what would happen if you ever forget wearing it.

"This is what happens to disobedient wives like you"

The same patient visited the Akso Hospital a few months in, standing at the front desk and asked the nurse if you were available at the moment. Holding a bouquet of flowers while he waits for a reply.

"Oh, Dr. Zayne's wife? Sorry she's in maternity leave."

You now know, what happens if you forget to wear your ring! <3.

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