#anyway. my point is that i'm not enjoying nick being a fail i'm enjoying the scenario of meredith saying ''nah. fuck that. not worth it''

[laufire]

for a moment I thought they REALLY were going to do the ridiculous “run through an airport to declare your love” trope in Grey’s Anatomy. I should’ve had more faith LMAO. the fact that Nick called Meredith as a last-ditch attempt and she hung up on him?? fucking glorious.

[deanscutiepiesam]

I can't stop thinking about that one post about how Lucifer should've been played by Jared when projecting the image of himself [this post, go read it. It's so good]. And I completely agree with them across the board. Sam, being his true vessel and the horrific impact it would have on him, would've been amazing to see explored. But I also think Lucifer should've been played by Jared because he was better for the character.

And I don't just mean this in an acting way, (though, I am biased. Jared has skills), but for the sake of the story and his likability. Obviously, we aren't supposed to like Lucifer, I don't, but I did like how he was written when Jared played him. Think of Endverse!Lucifer in his white suit. Telling Dean how no matter what, he'll always end up here. Think of Swan Song, where he was pleading with Michael. How Lucifer didn't want to hurt his brother, but he "left him no choice." He's almost oddly sympathetic, but then you have to remember he's literally trying to start the Apocalypse. He's manipulative. He's the devil. We've gotten accustomed to Jared's face being Sam, all soft and sweet, so that image being juxtaposed with evil incarnate is so powerful. Wolf in sheep's clothing and all that. Gives you chills.

Now compare that with Nick's Lucifer or even Casifer. Not even close (in my opinion, at least). I was talking to a friend of mine about this a while ago, but those versions of Lucifer don't even feel like the same guy. He went from an intimidating, genuinely scary, and interesting character to a "I'm so silly" comedian - and a weak one at that. And I know this was unfortunately because the show went the route of making Sam's cage trauma a joke, but why, though?? There was so much potential for Jared to play him, and even going the Nick vessel route, they could've written him not... like that.

And this isn't to say Lucifer can't crack jokes. I think, executed well, it could be funny and add to the horror. Supernatural has done funny bad guys before (like I personally enjoy Azazel's and Crowley's quips), and it works for them. But Lucifer just feels like a failed version of that. It doesn't fit his character, personally. And I know some people enjoy Nick's Lucifer and Casifer, and that's valid, but it just doesn't sit right with me. He loses aura points, and I don't enjoy watching him.

And once again, I know we aren't supposed to like him, but it's not even a dislike because he's a good villain; he's just annoying. He comes on screen, and I'm not scared or anxious, I'm annoyed. And it's frustrating because they did so well with him in my Jared examples. And not only that, it could've been a foundation for later seasons. (Imagine Sam!Lucifer doing the misunderstood guy facade to get Jack on his side. Like come on, we were robbed.)

Anyways, I don't know... I just had to get that out. Not sure if I made any sense, but I'm gonna trust I'm coherent enough for you to get the gist of it. Shout out to well written Lucifer. You will always be famous. I hope you die — oh, wait...

[hrtz4alex2211]

one rule (part two) 

pairing: sub!nate x sls!reader 

summary 1: you and your triplet older brothers (nick matt and chris) have always been close, they have always respected your wishes and let you do what you want as you were an adult now. but they had one rule. dont. fuck. their. best. friend.

but rules were never ment to be followed...

summary 2:it was finally your birthday, the day you have been wating for, your finally 21!! your older siblings throw a party for you constantly reminding you of their one rule. dont have sex with their best friend, nathan doe. 

a/n: hoping this one is shorter for yall😭😭 

im working on another fic about chris so i hope that i finish it soon so i can show yall!!

anyways, enjoy. 

warnings: SMUTTTT, cursing, getting caught, crying, physical fighting, panic attack, mentions of alcohol, and probably more

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"alex wake up before i pour water on your face." you hear madi say as you flutter your eyes open looking at her with pure confusion on your face. "what? what's happening?" you say sitting up and rubbing your eyes. we need to go to the store for the party! come on lets gooo get up get change put on make up whatever you have to do!" madi says moving around her arms in a 'lets go' motion before walking out of the room closing the door behind her

after to get changed into a pre-party outfit you walk downstairs to the smell of burnt toast and waffles and madi and nick yelling at chris and matt, "what the fuck is going on?" yo ask as everyone turns to look at you 

"MATT DID IT!" chris yells pointing at matt. "no the fuck i didnt chris that was all you." matt says throwing his hands up in the air "your both idiots and you both did it" nick says walking over to you, he puts his hands on your shoulders and says "as your big brothers we thought it would be a great idea to make you birthday breakfast, we put matt on toast and chris on waffles but they both failed miserably and now we only have eggs and bacon for you." he drops his hands to the side and walks over to a tray with eggs bacon and a glass of orange juice. he puts it on the island infront of you motioning for you to sit down. 

"well taste test it!! i wanna know how me and madi did!" nick says leaning on the countertop, you take a big bite of the eggs and nod up and down. "so good, probably the best youve made yet nick." you say then tasting the perfectly crisp bacon. "thats good to, wow." you say looking up and seeing everyone staring at you, you start to smile as everyone breaks out laughing. as it dies down you look at matt and chris, " now what are we gonna do with the burnt shit?" you ask pointing at the burnt toast and waffles sitting in front if you, nate reaches over and grabs the toast taking a big bite out of it as you stare at him in disbelief and disgust 

"what im not gonna let it go to waste!" he says looking at you as you scoff and eat the rest of the food as nick makes waffles for everyone else, as everyone starts to finish the eating turns to talking soon turning into everyone piling into the mini van in the same spots they were coming back from the airport. matt in the drivers seat, chris in the passenger, nick madi and nate in the back with you on nates lap. 

"im still convinced this is just as dangerous as me being on the floor but whatever." you say crossing your arms and pouting. "well you wouldn't 1. have a personal nate seatbelt on and 2. you would be near feet, you hate feet." matt says eyes glued on the road. "yea yea whatever. when i actually do my drivers test im gettin' my own car so i dont have to keep sitting on nates lap." you say wiggling around to get comfortable. 

you all cane back from the store about a hour ago and you have been setting up ever since. "WILL SOMEONE PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME PUT THIS BALLOON UP I SWEAR TO GOD." you scream as you struggle to put a balloon under the steps leading to a hall way. "I'm starting to believe you got sassier and not older." Matt says as he takes the balloon from your hand and puts it way off from where you wanted it "MATT THATS IN THE WRONG PLACE." you yell once again starting to get mad at a fucking balloon. 

"here let me do it, move." nick says pushing matt out of the way and taking the balloon down. "where do you want it?" Nick says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Right there!" you whisper yell trying not to get to mad at your brother. "Ok... andddd, there! Is that good?" he asks after putting the balloon in the exact spot you wanted it to be. "Yes thank you Nick." you mumble pulling your brother into a hug. "No problem" he says kissing the top of your head and stroking your back helping you calm down 

"how about you go get a shower and start getting ready for the party, it'll help you calm down." nick says pulling back and grabbing your shoulders, "but what if y'all fuck up the decor? i wanna help make sure everything is perfect!" you say looking up at your brother before his raises his eyebrows glaring down at you "fine. but if it looks bad I'm going to murder all of you." you say as you turn around and walk up the steps "we love you too y/n/n!!!" chris says making you chuckle and shake your head. 

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after your shower you got changed into a short black dress with a slit going up your thigh. you did your hair in a half up half down with a bedazzled star claw clip. for your makeup you did it very minimal with a black and red smokey eye with a few gems. 

"HOLY SHIT Y/N YOU LOOK HOT." madi says as she walks into your room in her matching red dress and makeup "stop you look great too!!" you say as you get up and hug her. " i cant believe im finally 21!! i can legally drink!" you say pulling back from the hug and you both walk to the door and down the steps. 

"y/n why is your dress so short?" you hear matt say as you walk all the way down the steps, "because it is matt, you aren't my dad." you say rolling your eyes. "i think you look hot." nate says taking a sip of his Pepsi "dude what the fuck? thats my little sister." chris say smacking the back of his head "so?" nate says making you blush slightly. "gross nate. anyway what do you think of the decor! is it good of do we all have to sleep with one eye open?" nick says pushing nate's comment to the side. 

"they look great. you guys have been spared!" you say laughing "oh people are starting to arrive get the drinks out!" matt says as he grabs a big bottle of jack and puts it on the counter in front of you. "wanna take your first legal shot birthday girl?" chris asks as he grabs shot glasses from the cabinet putting them on the table "its either now or never pour me a shot!" you say putting your hands in the air as nate and madi put on your birthday play list 

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playing In da club by 50 cent 

"NATEYYYYY!" you say stumbling over to the couch where nate is sitting "jeez y/n/n how many drinks have you had?" he ask grabbing your arm and sitting you down next to him "not too manyy... like 5..." you say shying away from him. "okay where are your brothers were cutting you off from the bar." nate says lifting you up by the arm off the couch "last time i saw them they were outside." you say leaning your head against him as he grabs the water off the coffee table handing it to you 

"here drink this im taking your alcohol away" nate says replacing the cup in your hand with a plastic water bottle. you take a big sip of it and put it back in the table "i feel better already, thanks doc" you say smiling up at him lazily "alright lets get you up stairs, no more for you party animal." he says grabbing your waist and leading you to the steps. 

when you get upstairs you flop down on your bed and take off your heels, nate walks over to your dresser and starts opening drawers. "top left" you say knowing hes looking for pants. he grabs you grey sweats. "middle right" you say again, this time he pulls out a teeshirt. his tee shirt. "oh keeping a memory i see?" he says laughing walking back iver to you before you put you hand to his chest and stand. 

"wait." you walk over to your dresser again and pull out a matching bralette and lacy underwear set, you walk back over to him and grab the clothes in his hand. "oh right." he says dropping his hands to his sides pursing his lips as his cheeks grow a light pink color.

"nate ur blushinggg" you say as you stumble over grabbing his arm for support. "n-no im not." he says looking away. you smile as you grab his jaw and lightly pull his face towards you. "you sure? ur face is a little pink." you say looking between his eyes and occasionally his lips. 

"y-yea. im not blushing." he mumbles looking at you wide eyed. "mhm sure." you say as you close your eyes and drop the clothes in your hand cupping his cheek and leaning close to his face. he matches your movements closing his eyes and grabbing your waist pulling you closer to him. you finally close the gap between you two and push your soft lips against his. slowly pushing him onto your bed. 

"f-fuck y/n" he wines as you lightly brush your thigh against his hard-on. "aww all this for me?" you say fiddling with his jeans zipper. you lean back down kissing him and straddling his waist with your arm lazily draped around his neck. 

you palm him through his pants and he instantly juts his hips up to get more friction. he whines when you pull your hand back forcing his face back to yours. you kiss him as you play with the hem of his shirt before pulling it off you him in one swift movement. 

"c-can i take this off?" he asks looking at you playing with the bottom of your dress "you didnt have to ask baby." you say before basically ripping your dress off your body. "my eyes are up here love." you say chuckling before nates eyes dart back to yours "s-sorry..." he says looking away. you fiddle with his jeans some more before he un buttons them and pulls them all the way down leaving him in his boxers. 

"take these off to, dont be shy" you say before he pulls his boxers down to his knees. you push him back so his back is on the bed and your hovering above him placing sloppy kisses down his jaw, to his neck, trailing all the way to his cock thats throbbing with pre-cum leaking from the tip. he whimpers as you lick the pre-cum from his tip. "p-please y/n/n" he mutters before you slowly sink your mouth down on him. he lets out a soft moan before placing his hands in your hair forcing your head up and down at a faster pace. you gag when he pushes you all the way down on his cock. 

"im c-close. p-please" he whines as you pull back wiping your mouth with the back of your hand "i want you to come inside of me sweet boy" you say standing up and ripping your clothes off. nates gaze makes its way across every inch if your body before looking back up at your eyes as you strut over to him straddling his lap once more, looking in his eye for permission before he rapidly nods his head. 

"f-fuck!" nate whimpers and moans as you bottom him out. you let out a soft moan adjusting to his size before slowly moving up and down. "f-faster. please y/n/n" you obliged to his request and started bouncing on his cock fasters. 

you smiled at the whimpers escaping nates mouth as he gripped your waist guiding you up and down on him. "'m close. p-please. im so close." he whines "go on. fill me up baby" you say keeping you pace but grabbing his chin making him look at you "eyes on me love." he keeps his eyes on you until a pornographic moan leaves his lips telling you hes finished. 

you bounce a few more times before you let the knot in your stomach go and let a moan leave your lips. you slow down as both of you pant. you dont hear the door open revealing your brothers. 

"what the fuck?" 

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a/n: HOLYYYYY SHITTTTT SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LITERALLY COULD NOT DO THE SMUT SCENE AT ALL BRO. BUT, its here. and im SO sorry for the clif hanger🤓☝️

tags: @k4tixzz

[lyssified]

HEY GUYS HERE'S PART 2 OF THE HEMINGWAY RANT ! ask and you shall recieve :)

you can read part 1 HERE and also read the trigger warnings there before you start, this one also has a lot of war trauma talk nothing too bad though

people that read the first one and I think wanted to be tagged in part 2: @mister3127 @crayonssmellgood @mack-anthology-of-noise @vampireboywife

okay welcome back to episode 2 of why the fuck am I hooked on the life of an american writer from the 1930s. so I have a couple more interesting facts about him because tbh this man was insane :D

so let's do a little compare and contrast game. hemingway grew up in the great lakes area and enjoyed big game hunting, solo fishing trips, had a father who was a doctor locally famous for performing c-sections whom he worshipped, was injured passing out cigarettes and chocolate to Italian soldiers in WW1, and spent time recovering in Milan

hemingway's most famous short stories are his Nick Adams stories. he created this character that he called Nick Adams and wrote stories about Nick's entire life. here are some things about nick: he grew up in the great lakes area and enjoyed big game hunting, solo fishing trips, had a father who was a doctor locally famous for performing c-sections whom he worshipped, was injured passing out cigarettes and chocolate to Italian soldiers in WW1, and spent time recovering in Milan. are we seeing the similarities???

so Hemingway was out here basically writing self insert war fic. most critiques will tell you that he based Nick Adams on himself, but they fail to tell you to what extent. like the similarities are INSANE. Nick Adams was literally Hemingway as a book character. and he very obviously wrote these stories as a coping mechanism for his war ptsd. the stories are often extremely plotless and sometimes rambling- you can tell it's just an expression of his brain to the point where while reading some of his work, my only thought was literally "go to therapy. talk this out with someone." like it might not help but also it might because some of these stories are insane.

the ones that I think best demonstrates this are "a way you'll never be" and "now I lay me," which you can read in THIS PDF, just ctrl+f for the titles. a way you'll never be is about Nick Adams being sent out to the front lines of Italy in American uniform to spread morale. he also has a head injury and also some mental issues and ends up going on a rant about grasshoppers to all the soldiers (because grasshoppers are significant in his childhood of fishing and whatnot) and just generally while you read it you can tell it was written by someone extremely mentally ill to the point where it's like. hard to read. "now I lay me" is a similar idea except this one is mainly about how Hemingway, for much of his life, could not sleep without another person in the room or a light on because he would get horrible nightmares. this one is pretty hard to read as well, and there's some dialogue at the end that makes very little sense out of context of the other Nick Adams stories.

essentially reading Nick Adams stories is like weaving a huge web of plot points and similarities of hemingway's life, and along the way you start learning the significance of things like trout and grasshoppers and the different representations of trauma and it all comes together in a huge pile of what the fuck did I just read please talk to someone about this, I am concerned and this seems really unhealthy. and also the wildest part is he literally did this, published these nick Adams stories, and people ATE THEM UP. they were like yesss hemingway another banger plotless ramble about war traumaaa!!! like people ATE UP his work. and even to this day I don't see anyone talking about how insane it was that he literally did this. someone please tell me i'm right about this I feel like a crazy person.

anyway on a happier note, to end part 2 I would love to tell my favourite Hemingway story.

so if you're familiar with f. Scott Fitzgerald (the guy who wrote great Gatsby), you might be surprised to learn that him and hemingway had a kind of love/hate/friends/kind of homoerotic but Hemingway was homophobic (read the Mother of a queen) relationship. they used to write letters to eachother and edit each other's work !! Hemingway once sent a draft of a story to F. Scott and F. Scott sent back 10 pages of edits. Hemingway sent a letter back that only said "kiss my ass." Hemingway also wrote a really sweet letter to F. Scott at one point that you can read HERE in which he wrote "you are twice as good now as you were at the time you think you were so marvellous," and also "anyway I’m damned fond of you" and then signed it "always your friend." which was cute. Hemingway also like. DESPISED f scott's wife with a passion. do with that what you will.

anyway here's the interesting part !! this is a pretty famous story that Hemingway wrote about later after it happened. so this one time hemingway and f. scott were having dinner in Paris and F. Scott expressed his concern that his dick was too small. so Hemingway said hey, come to the bathroom and we'll compare dick sizes don't worry. and then they did. and hemingway's response was "you're perfectly fine". so uh. here's some articles about that one time F. Scott Fizgerald and Ernest Hemingway compared dick sizes in a Paris bathroom...... 1 2

and YEAH !! thank you for reading part 2 of my insane Hemingway rants!!! hope yall learned something !!!

here's my list of recs of Hemingway stories if you're interested and want to read some of his shit, again all of them can be found HERE

so the 2 most entertaining reads are "the short happy life of francis macomber" and "the undefeated", those have the most plot, if you read short happy life please hmu send me an ask and tell me if you think margot was guilty or innocent

some concerning nick adams stories: "in another country", "a way you'll never be", "now i lay me", "big two-hearted river" parts 1 and 2

i wrote an essay on this one, it has some homophobic undertones: "the mother of a queen"

and finally my personal fave "a clean well-lighted place"

[yamithediaperdork]

Being a role model SUCKS (Inuyasha)

Spending time in the future was usually fun and a break from the stress that the feudal era gave out but the bucketful. Usually but not this visit. Inuyasha should of known something was up when Kagome A) kept talking about how upset and babyish Souta felt needing bedtime diapers as of late (and some day time pull ups, there had been little leaks) but also B) was giving Inuyasha all the instant ramen noodles he could handle and more.

Sadly, nothing quite clicked till they had arrived and then he'd been cornered not only by Kagome, but her mother as well while Souta was playing out behind the house.. and from there everything had gone downhill.

After a long talk (Well the women had talked, Inuyasha had argued but they seemed to ignore any points he made) Inuyasha found himself making a deal that he would give Souta the confidence boost he needed by having someone bigger then him be more BABYISH then him.. and in return Inuyasha got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it next time he visited.

"And let me tell you right here and now, My list of demands are gonna be HUGE!" Inuyasha growled.

Kagome however just smiled and patted his head like he was already just a huffy baby and had lead him off to get dressed for the part.

Souta huffed as he kicked the soccer ball at the goal post, catching it and kicking it back over and over. It just wasn't fair that his bladder was betraying him like this when he was -9- years old! without a doubt in his mind, he was the biggest diaper baby in the whole town, heck maybe even the whole freaking country!

That thought was interrupted as he heard a LOUD crinkling noise and turned to see what it was.. and his ball hit his shin as his jaw almost hit the ground.

Waddling out behind behind Kagome dressed in a red onesie that did NOTHING to hide the thick, massive diaper(s) he was wearing and a pair of sandal's was Inuyasha!

The Half demon was beet red and seemed to be tugging on Kagome's arm, making it clear he'd rather go back inside even as he looked this way and that until, heh, she stopped and gave him a swat on his padded backside and shook a finger at him, talking clearly.

"No Inuyasha, you've been hiding inside for 2 weeks now, you need some fresh air and that's why we're in the future." She scolded.

"But..but.." Inuyasha whined.

"It's ok Inuyasha, I'm sure Souta won't tease you just because you can't control yourself right now." Kagome said in a motherly tone, then turned back to Souta. "Isn't that right Little guy?"

"heh..hehehehe yeah no, I won't at all Little yasha!" Souta said, a big silly grin breaking out on his face now."What even happened though?" he asked, coming over to the pair.

Kagome let go of Inuyasha's hand though gave him a look and the huffing diapered half demon plopped his butt onto the soft dirt of the back yard.

"Oh, we got attacked by a crazy priest who figured the only way to redeem demons was to teach them humility." Kagome started, a well practiced lie. "Basically Poor little Inuyasha, heh, or yasha as you called him..I like that! Anyways, he lost a lot of power and well control of his tinkles and uh-oh's for 3 weeks.Not to mention he's become a lot more..childish as you might of noticed." As Kagome said that with her back to the half demon Inuyasha stuck his tongue out at her and Souta covered his mouth to keep from giggling. Kagome turned to see what was so funny but Inuyasha had stopped JUST in time and was looking away, trying and failing to whistle. "...Anyways..I've been trying to deal with it in the past but frankly he's been stinking up his cabin and I'm sick of washing his diapers. figured why not let him spend the last week of it here and enjoy the freedom to play outside AND the wonders of disposable diapers." she finished.

"oh well, shucks , Little yasha could of came here sooner! I would of helped look after him!" Souta said, swelling with big boy pride since heck he was just in a nice and slim pull-up AND he didn't stink up his diapers! "If you wanna take a little break I'll even watch him for you right now." Souta added.

"Will you? that'd be great!" Kagome gushed and ruffled his hair. "Oh, one thing, with Inuyasha starting to get his control back, you'll have to keep asking him every so often if he need to potty or needs a diaper change. about once a hour. I'd worry more on the diaper change though myself."

the fact that Souta was suppose to be doing a potty check himself once a hour flew right over his head and the little 9 year old nodded and gave a thumbs up.

"Don't worry sis, I got this!"

Inuyasha was mentally adding heaps on his list of demands as his new nick name caught on and Kagome went out of her way to make him seem even more helpless.

with his 'darling' girlfriend retreating inside, Souta came over to him and smiled, then bent down and sniffed, confusing Inuyasha for a second.

"Hmm, you SMELL clean for the moment at least." Souta said and then patted Inuyasha's head. "Good boy!"

If he made it thought the week without having to kill someone Inuyasha wanted all the good damn treats.. but knowing the role he was SUPPOSE to play he gave a silly grin (And the heat pats kinda sorta maybe felt nice too.)

"Well little yasha, what do you wanna do? I was playing some soccer but if your muscle control and stuff is all messed up I don't think that's a good idea. sides you likely can't move too fast in your diapies." Souta said.

'So nice but still being a jerk..it must run in the fucking family.' Inuyasha thought then put a thoughtful look on his face. "Ummm we could play hide n seek!" Inuyasha offered up, putting a doopy childish twinge to his voice.

"ok, You hide and I'll seek. I'll give you to the count of 20." Souta said and went to cover his eyes when Inuyasha tugged at his shorts. "Hmm? what's wrong?"

"How many is 20?" Inuyasha asked, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, not having to force a blush as the pure humiliation of this all was taking care of it for him.

A big grin broke out on Souta's face and he bent down and took Inuyasha's hands in his.

"20 is this many.. and then" and Souta let go of Inuyasha's hands and tapped a finger on the exposed toes since Inuyasha had gone sockless in the sandals. "and this many. Can you keep track of that?"

"Ummm I think so!" Inuyasha said and nodded his head, having to admit that was all sorts of cute.

"Ok then, when I hit 20 you'll hear me say, ready or not, here I come anyways in case you lose count." Souta said and with a last head pat, he stood up and closed his eyes, starting to count.

Of course Inuyasha could of scaled a tree or taken to the roof top even with the bulky diapers he had on, he decided to play fair and also, knew it would ruin the whole plan and he hadn't of put up with it THIS far just to fuck it up now.

He needed what would seem like a good hiding spot to a toddler but clearly wouldn't work for him and now up on his feet he scanned the yard.

"One...two...three...four.."

Jesus, this wasn't like a life or death battle but for Inuyasha he found himself frozen on the spot, trying to figure out what would work, his natural instinct to win was messing up his need to lose!

"Five...six..seven.."

ok this was just getting stupid! he fought the urge to face palm and then spotted a narrow opening under the steps to the back porch, it would hide him from Souta's direct line of sight but would of gotten him caught as soon as the little guy came close.

"Eight...nine...ten, That's half the count yasha!" Souta called.

'heh, he really is a fair sport.' Inuyasha thought, then as stealthy as he could (read, not at all) waddled his way over to his chosen hiding spot even as his tummy started to feel a little bit weird.

'Must be that glass of icky juice they insisted I drink before coming out so I don't get dehydrated.' Inuyasha thought, crinkling loudly and having to speed up.

"Fourteen...fifteen...sixteen..." Souta called out, a big goofy grin on his face.

Waddling with all the speed he muster and keep up the lie, Inuyasha drove to get into the hole.. and found out that while he had been right he could of squeezed in there normally.. he hadn't taken into account the triple diapers. His upper half was in, but his padd butt and legs stuck out and he knew if he tried to force himself in,he'd end up losing them.

'fuck my life..'

"seventeen, eighteen..nineteen...twenty! Ready or not here I ..pffft.. come..heh. Did you get stuck little yasha?"

Inuyasha had been about to push himself back out but with Souta's suggestion, figured that worked and started to give out a sheepish yes, but his tummy cramped and it came out much more panicked.

"Yeah! Uh.. Please help me git out!" he said, one hand keeping him from going into the dead leaves and the like under the step but the other was on his tummy, and he kicked his legs a little more to try and work out the cramp.

"hey, it's ok! don't worry! I'm coming over, though you have to stop kicking your legs. I'm gonna grab you at the waist and pull you back, so watch your head!" Souta called, and Inuyasha could hear him running over.

"O-Ok." The half demon whimpered, the cramps were getting worst and he semi pushed back a little giving Souta a better place to grip though he didn't take into account with the building cramps he might not want someone wrenching on his midsection.

'oh god, this feels like that time I ate those clam's that had gone bad right before I..I..Oh those fucking bitches!' Inuyasha thought, cluing in to why the ladies of the house had grinned so big when Inuyasha had downed his drink to get the icky tasting thing over and done with.

he had a brief second to think about just calling this off, he'd get himself out and whine to Souta that his tummy hurt and try and shit himself somewhere private, but by then it was far, far too late.

Souta's little arms and hands were trying to pull him out and the extra force on his tummy tum meant that while he did get free, pushing himself back to make it look like it was all Souta, he banged his head on the step knocking him loopy for a split second and also started to filled his diapers.

As he loudly farted and giggled, he wore a blissful stupid derp face.

Souta was shocked at just how strong he was as he freed the poor trapped little guy, though it was soon replaced with amusement and disgust as Inuyasha started to let out massive wet fart and then more then that, a stupid look on his face.

"Uhhh yasha, are you going boom boom?" Souta asked, holding his nose. it was rhetorical question at this point as the diaper was starting to swell, so Souta didn't figure he was gonna need to do a sniff check.

"Hehehe Ya! Going PBBBBBBTTTT!" Inuyasha giggled and stuck his tongue out, blowing a raspberry.

"heh, you surrrre are buddy. but it's ok. You uh.. stay here and finish up and I'll go get Kagome ok?" He said/asked, coming over and patting Inuyasha's head.

"OOOOOOTAYYYY!" the diaper pooping derp coo'ed.

"heh..wish Kagome would of worked me you went all derp when you unload. kinda cute." Souta giggled, then dashed up the step's to stick his head in the back door.

"Kagome! You need to come and get your boyfriend, he's pooping himself silly, Literally!" Souta called.

Yeah, wearing pull-ups sucked, but as Souta pulled his head back out of the back door and looked down at Inuyasha, at least he was a stinky diaper derp.

The end..for now