shubhamsingh112211

[swanscumz]

ykw ion fuckin care if pro/comshippers interact with me no more

do I support pro/comshippkbg? No. I don’t, yuck, but at this fuckin point I just don’t rlly care anymore. I’m jus gon let y’alll do what the fuck y’all wanna do cuz y’all are impossible to deal wit n good lord.

interac wit me all y’all want, I do not fuckin care anymore. I’m to tired do dis shii 💀. Imma jus start blocking ppl I personally don’t like.

(please read the tags b4 y’all pussies start to tighten)

[inkspiredwriting]

Halloween Shenanigans with the Hargreeves Family

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: The idea of ​​five and his children on Halloween is just too cute

Warnings: none

It was a crisp, autumn evening, and the Hargreeves household was abuzz with excitement. Halloween was upon them, and Y/n Hargreeves was in the living room putting the finishing touches on her children’s costumes. Maddie, their six-year-old daughter, twirled around in her sparkly princess dress, while Milo, their two-year-old son, waddled around adorably in his pumpkin costume.

Y/n, dressed in a sleek black cat costume complete with ears and a tail, looked up as Five walked into the room. He wore his usual stern expression, but Y/n could see the glint of amusement in his eyes as he took in the scene.

“Five, we’re almost ready! Are you sure you don’t want to join us for trick-or-treating?” Y/n asked, giving him a playful pout.

Five crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Do I really need to dress up to walk around the neighborhood?”

Y/n sidled up to him, a mischievous smile on her face. “Oh, come on, Five. It’ll be fun! Besides, the kids would love it.”

Maddie ran over, her eyes wide with excitement. “Daddy, please come with us! It’s going to be so much fun!”

Milo toddled after her, looking up at Five with big, pleading eyes. “Pwease, Daddy!”

Five sighed, feeling his resolve crumble under the combined assault of his wife’s charm and his children’s adorableness. “Alright, alright. But I’m not dressing up.”

Y/n leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “Maybe we should keep your costume for later.”

Five felt a blush creep up his neck and quickly cleared his throat. “Let’s get going before I change my mind.”

The family set out into the neighborhood, the air filled with the sounds of laughter and the rustle of leaves. Maddie led the way, her princess dress sparkling under the streetlights, while Milo toddled along, occasionally stopping to investigate a particularly interesting leaf or stick.

Y/n held Milo’s hand, keeping a watchful eye on him as he waddled from house to house. Five walked beside Maddie, who excitedly approached each door and shouted, “Trick or treat!” with all the enthusiasm of a six-year-old on Halloween.

At one house, an elderly woman handed Maddie a large candy bar and patted Milo on the head. “What a beautiful princess and such an adorable little pumpkin!”

Y/n smiled and thanked the woman, while Five tried to hide his amusement. “This is quite the haul,” he remarked as Maddie’s candy bag grew heavier with each stop.

As they continued down the street, they came across a group of teenagers dressed as zombies. They groaned and staggered toward the Hargreeves family, but Maddie wasn’t fazed. “I’m a princess! You can’t scare me!” she declared, holding up her candy bag like a shield.

The teenagers laughed and moved on, leaving Five and Y/n shaking their heads. “She’s fearless,” Five said, a note of pride in his voice.

Y/n nodded, her eyes twinkling. “Just like her dad.”

They made their way to the final house on the block, which was decorated with an impressive array of spooky decorations. Skeletons, ghosts, and cobwebs adorned the front yard, and eerie music played from hidden speakers. Maddie approached the door with her usual enthusiasm, but Milo hung back, clutching Y/n’s leg.

Y/n bent down to his level. “It’s okay, Milo. They’re just decorations. Nothing to be scared of.”

Five knelt beside him, gently ruffling his hair. “Come on, buddy. I’ll go with you.”

With Five by his side, Milo summoned his courage and toddled up to the door. Maddie rang the doorbell, and the door creaked open to reveal a man in a vampire costume. “Well, what do we have here? A princess and a pumpkin! Happy Halloween!”

Maddie and Milo both received generous handfuls of candy, and they thanked the man before heading back to the sidewalk. As they walked home, Maddie skipped along, recounting her favorite moments of the night, while Milo clung to Y/n, looking sleepy.

When they finally arrived home, Y/n set about sorting through the candy with the kids, while Five made them all hot chocolate. Maddie and Milo soon drifted off to sleep, exhausted from their Halloween adventure.

Y/n and Five sat on the couch, enjoying their hot chocolate and the peace and quiet. “Thanks for coming with us, Five,” Y/n said, leaning her head on his shoulder. “It meant a lot to the kids. And to me.”

Five wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Y/n smiled, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye. “So, about that costume…”

Five chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. “Happy Halloween, Y/n.”

“Happy Halloween, Five.”

[moony-ghoul]

moony zoomy can i pwease have your thots abt swissphantom they mean sm to meee <3

lately i’ve been thinking about ant getting sick for the first time topside and while on tour and just how miserable they’d feel and how swiss would instantly be in mama mode

emetophobia warning below the cut

ant wakes up feeling gross, everything hurts and they’d do anything to crawl back into their bunk and cry out all the pain

they drag themself through the day much quieter than usual, trying to hide their wince at every movement. the ritual is hell and it takes everything in them to not collapse on stage into a messy sobbing ball of ghoul, their joints scream at them, their skin prickling with sweat under the heavy stage lights despite how cold they feel

swiss’ hand finds their back once they make it off stage, ant tries to not flinch away from the contact to their already hypersensitive self

“just gotta make it to the hotel, bug” swiss whispers into their hair, planting a kiss along with his words

they give a small nod in response, brain too exhausted to find any words

ant sticks themself to swiss’ side throughout the car ride, headphones on, hoodie pulled tight in an attempt to block out as much noise as possible. swiss wraps an arm around them as they curl into his chest

the second their hotel door shuts behind them ant lets their glamour drop with an exhausted sigh, tail immediately wrapping around their own leg

a wave of nausea rolls over them and they make a b line to the bathroom

they’re vaguely aware of swiss behind them as they collapse in front of the toilet, gaging loudly and painfully as the contents of their stomach come back up. they’re not sure how long they spend in front of the toilet, swiss feels his heart break with each defeated whimper and cry that comes out of ant

“im dying” they whine, stomach cramping again as the seemingly never ending foul bile fills their mouth again

“oh baby” swiss rubs small circles onto their back, “it’ll be over soon, we’ll get you cleaned up and we can have a sleep. you’re being so strong, bug”

ant doesn’t feel strong as they let out yet another sob, too tired to fight their body to keep their sounds to themself

at some point swiss gets up and grabs a wet wash cloth to cool the back of ants neck, it helps, their entire body is on fire. by the time their stomach settles they feel disgusting, face wet with tears, body covered in a layer of sticky sweat and a gross taste residing in their mouth

swiss places a kiss on their shoulder, they’re sure they look as bad as they feel but when they meet swiss’ eye hes still smiling at them like they’re the most beautiful creature on earth

“you ready to get cleaned up?”

ant nods weakly

“okay do you want me to help or you think you can do it on your own?”

they don’t give a verbal response but their tail wraps around swiss’ forearm and that’s as much as he needs to help the small ghoul to their feet

there’s so much love in swiss’ actions that ant feels like they’re being swallowed with it. he holds their face gently to brush their teeth, he scratches lightly at their scalp as he’s washing their hair, gives them a slight squeeze as he’s drying them off

swiss dresses them in all his own clothes, grey boxers and an old souvenir aquarium shirt from a date with rainy many years ago, they’re both well worn and hang loosely off of ants much smaller frame but they’re soft and smell like swiss so they have no complaints

ant curls around swiss once they’re in bed, resting their head on chest, the spade of their tail slips between their lips and they nibble on the thick skin. swiss wraps an arm around their waist and carefully massages their still aching stomach

swiss loads up a movie for some white noise, ants brain is too foggy to figure out what it is. they’re engulfed in swiss’ scent as sleep slowly starts to drift then away

he smells like coffee and woodsmoke

he smells warm and strong

he smells like home

[happy-little-horny-thots]

*tumblin in* hii!! Can Pixie request a Katsuki fic pwetty pwease. Christmas theme for my mushy heart that i dont like admitting is mushy. Maybe my fav hot head being grumpy but still vibing at the Christmas party cuz reader enjoys it so much just for him to get his best present after everyone leaves. His girlie all dressed up in Christmas lingerie n he goes feral. You knauurr something like that pwease🫣👉🏾👈🏾 ~ ur pookie🥰🧚🏾‍♀️

THIS IS UNFINISHED, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH IT, TUMBLR FUCKED ME OVER

Teeheehee! Ofc! I’m so excited!!!

Remember guys! Mature content ahead!! You know the rules!!

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Naughty or nice?

Synopsis? On a particularly snowy Christmas Eve, while in their shared home, downstairs at the Christmas party, our favorite grump Bakugo is at the party his girlfriend forced him to have, but after their friends leave for the night she gives him an early Christmas present since he’s been such a good sport throughout the party~

Cw: Lingerie, pet names, slight thigh riding, fem pronouns and genitalia used for reader, praise (giving and receiving), degradation (f receiving), cunninglings (pussy eating), rough sex, begging, bakugo’s big dick (that in itself needs a warning), a little shibari, porn w/o plot and that’s it for warnings! If you don’t like it just scroll or block! Don’t report! This is my first time writing legitimate smut, so be kind, and leave constructive criticism! Now let’s get into it! All characters have been aged up!!!

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For the last however long, Katsuki has been sitting on his couch, nursing the cheap whiskey in his cup, sipping at the bitter alcohol, the burning sensation going down his throat, as the party slowly begins to die, and people begin to leave, a few people stay behind to help clean up, but he doesn’t care about them, the only one he cares about is you.

You’ve been on his mind all night, ever since that stupid fucking party started, and it’s all because of that stupid Santa dress you insisted on wearing, he hates how well it hugs your body and how good you look in it, the fuzzy fabric of the trim of the dress just barely covering your ass

[azzy-the-christian-furry]

Heyyy bestieeee can you please block meeeeee hahahahahahaha

Your advice on how to block someone didn't work hahahshahahahahahahahahsha

Also

And I'm pagan btw, my patrons are from Hellenism, the good ol heathenism, local native deities and others!!!

So yeah I have the devil in me pwease block me pwease I beg put an end to our fucking missery my dear supporter of a genocide of a clearly fascists state like Israel wich has been booming everything and everyone including innocents, sniping children and ya know earning their ticket to hell!

So block me bcs we don't wanna interact with eachother

Now I shall take a break of the internet and be glad I'm not physically near you

That’s sad. I’ll pray for you.

I’m not a supporter of genocide. I don’t support Hamas (aka, the people who are guilty of all that and more). Or fascism. Pretty sure I’ve spoken out plenty against socialist ideology at this point.

(=

I am in your walls.

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Title: Autumn Chilling

IMPORTANT NOTE: Once again, no #OnThisDay throwback post for this particular date.

Aace 🐶🐺⭐: Paw-llo, September! 🍂🍁 Its ME again, Aace 🐶🐺⭐and my wovewy giwlfwiend (lovely girlfriend), May 👊💥🐰! 👋😊 And guess what? We officially entewred (entered) the "Fawwing Weaves" "Falling Leaves", a.k.a. "Autumn Season"! 🍂🗓️😄And we here somewhere in the beautiful pawking wot stawing (parking lot staring) at the stunning view of hiwws (hills) and wandscapes (landscapes), while sipping ouwr (our) cup of warm pumpkin watte (latte) made by myself! Yum-yum! 🎃☕😋 A gweat dwink duwing (great drink during) this particuwawr (particular) season, especially the annual Halloween! 😊 Adding to a warming moment, I gave hewr (her) a nice spawre (spare) of A/W cwothes (clothes), which is a nice snuggle! 🥰🤗 By the way, this is my nowrmal (Mitsubishi) Pajewo cawr (normal Pajero car) 🇯🇵🚙⭐ custom for genewal (general) use, but don't wowwy (worry), though, I still have my twusty Subawu Fowestewr (trusty Subaru Forester) STi [SG9] 🇯🇵🚙⭐ inside my gawrage (garage), and I'm still wowrking (working) on the custom pawrts (parts) like fendewrs (fenders), and mowre (more). 🔧⚙️🤔 But, wight (right) now, wet (let) us enjoy ouwr (our) Autumn moment. *breathing and inhaling his nose for an autumn fresh air* Aaahhh... Nice fwesh (fresh) Autumn aiwr (air).😌

Aace 🐶🐺⭐: Well, that's all fowr (for) now, and happy Autumn Season, evewyone (everyone)! 🍂🍁😄 And if you want to see my pwevious (previous) moment and my "Wan Yeawr Anniversawwy" ☝️⭐😁 ("One Year Anniversarry"), then pwease cwick, wight hewre (please click, right here)! 👇😉

Previous: • Aace's Wan Year & Aace x May - Clothing Doodle (Sept 1st, 2024) • Summer fun with May & Aace (Sept 2nd, 2024)

Aace Speedster (Chowder OC) - created by ME! May (Rabbit OC) - owned by @bryan360

[roseblog-rog]

HELLO ROSE BLOG ENJOYERS!!!!

(THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY)

(seriously, if you are a minor and you follow me i will unfortunately block you. nothing against you but this blog gets VERY nsfw)

so i am almost at 200 followers (wtf hi when did y’all get here), so i figured i’d make a pinned post.

my name is Rose, i am a trans woman (she/they), i am queer, i am autistic, and i am physically disabled.

i LOVE reading, writing, composing/listening to/performing music, being an absolute sap, and biking (sometimes).

my girlfriend @flowers-but-gay is an absolute Goddess, like she is just so wonderful and sweet and kind and funny and pretty and warm and safe etc etc, and she is the reason i made a tumblr in the first place

*as for DNI criteria, if you’re a bigot of any kind (transphobia, homophobia, misogynist, ableist, etc) get the fuck of my blog and maybe go outside to fill your cold and empty heart with at least a little whimsy. id also rather not be dm’ed in a sexual manner, nor be asked to post/send/be sent photos of that nature (though casual silly little dm’s and flirts are VERY much encouraged) (also if you dm/send and ask to flirt and it evolves into sexual/kink shit i do not mind at all honestly, just don’t instantly start being sexual pwease).

NOW, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, lets talk about kinks lol (as if i dont talk about them a lot already)

My primary kinks include musk, oral, degradation, praise, ownership (both sides), getting marked up/marking someone up, embarrassment/shaming, exhibition, bondage, forced compliance/silence, teasing, and some others that im either still exploring or that are too hard to mention.

i am a dom-leaning switch, but since i am VERY new to all of this stuff and have no idea what im doing i usually bottom.

oh yeah and im also probably a furry lol. i wanna be an avian sooooo bad ^>^

and with that, that’s pretty much all the notable stuff sooooo yeah have fun Ɛ:

(if you like books i also have a side blog where i talk about those sometimes @roseisabooknerd-rooknerd)

[mackiinnon]

Leafs mutuals pwease know I love u and don’t block me

[crissiebaby]

Christmas Cookie Caper

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, forced feeding, a completely innocent protagonist, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the dollhouse,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a plush mouse.

Pink stockings were hung on the chimney with glee,

And in front of the fireplace sat a plate of cookies.

Crissie was tucked in, all snug in her crib,

Her mind was wide-awake, though, her slumber a fib.

Laying in her crib, she made not a peep,

And waited patiently for all to be asleep.

She unlatched the bars and lowered them gently,

With a plan in mind, it would be elementary,

For how could Santa know if she took one or two,

As he’d be too busy to notice anything askew.

With her feet on the floor, Crissie dashed for the plate,

Her footsteps were light but she had no time to waste.

Luckily her caretaker slept very hard,

Poor Miss Snorington was not much of a guard.

Licking her lips, she looked down at the platter,

As if she could taste the scrumptious batter,

When all of a sudden, arose such a clatter,

It startled Crissie and caused a twinge in her bladder.

With no time to think, she acted with haste,

And emptied the plate down the diaper on her waist.

She then scurried back towards the soft, warm bed,

Diving between the sheets and resting her head.

Her eyes clenched shut, too nervous to peek,

At the man in a red coat with bright, rosy cheeks.

“Ho ho ho!” laughed the man, who shook his head,

“Looks like little Crissie has been out of bed.”

‘Uh oh!” thought Crissie, who shrank away,

Hoping that Santa would return to his sleigh.

But Santa couldn’t leave a lesson unlearned,

He tossed off her sheets, for punishment was earned.

“Well, well, well, what have we here,”

“A Christmas cookie thief with presents so near.”

“This lovely pink rocking horse was to be left by the tree,”

“Unfortunately, it will be coming back with me.”

Crissie then began to sob, her eyes very misty,

“Pwease, Santa Cwaus, I’m weally sowwy!”

Santa rubbed his chin, wondering if his threat,

To take back her gifts was the right punishment.

“Ho ho ho!”, he chuckled, her cheek he did pinch,

“It’s Christmas Eve and I shan't be a Grinch.”

“There’s a more fitting penalty for your Cookie Caper,”

“Since you are, indeed, an ero-story creator.”

Crissie’s optimism soon turned to fear,

But this was Santa, could he be that severe?

The big man snickered, the empty plate in hand,

He then snapped his fingers, bringing cookies on command,

Stacked twice as high as they were before,

Crissie began to drool as she wanted more.

Santa did chuckle at her desperation,

“Don’t worry, little one, we can share in my creation.”

Crissie didn’t hesitate, leaping out of the crib,

But before she could dig in, Santa gave her a bib.

“You’ve made quite a mess, there is no dispute.”

This made her cheeks blush as red as Santa’s suit.

He brought the first cookie up to her lips,

The sugary aroma caused her thoughts to eclipse.

With no deliberation, she bit down on the dough,

Baked goods greeted her stomach with a friendly hello.

She scarfed it down fast, no trace remaining,

Paying no mind to what the cookie was containing.

The process repeated and Crissie soon found,

Her stomach growing taut and bulbous and round.

She looked at the plate, too many to count,

“Uhh, Santa? I tink I had a good amount.”

Santa just smiled, shaking his noggin,

As he hugged Crissie tight, keeping her blocked in.

“Oh no, silly girl, you’re nowhere near filled,”

“With all the cookies you stole, you should be thrilled!”

Santa pressed his fingers up to his teeth,

And whistled quite loudly, summoning presents for his thief.

All of sudden, Santa’s sack began to rumble,

And eight plushy reindeer fell out in a jumble.

“Ho ho ho, this is quite a treat,”

“Instead of a rocking horse, I shall gift you a fleet.”

“These eight stuffed reindeer are your new bestest friends,”

“Whether they act nice or naughty…well that all depends.”

One by one, the reindeer took flight,

And made their way over to the plate with delight.

Crissie watched on, amused by the plushies,

But soon her bright smile faded into blushies,

As each of the reindeer grabbed a dessert,

And then flew towards her mouth to insert.

“S-Santa, pwease, I’m much too fuwll,”

“Call off the reindeer, get them under control!”

Patting Crissie’s head, Santa denied her request,

“It appears you failed to pass the naughty-nice test,”

“Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen!

“On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner, and Blitzen!

“One by one, you will feed this naughty brat,”

“Until her diaper bursts, so she can never forget.”

As the first of the reindeer stuffed Crissie’s face,

She was mortified to find that it was soon replaced.

The plate that Santa held continued to restock,

And the cookies kept coming, unable to be blocked.

Crissie’s stomach then made a loud *GUUURRRGLE!*

She rubbed her hands on her tummy in a circle.

She knew this eerie feeling all too well,

The feeling of laxatives making her guts swell.

Looking at Santa Claus in utter disbelief,

How could such a kind man cause her such grief?

With the snap of a finger, Santa began to transform.

His fat disappeared, and his figure reformed.

Tossing the red coat onto the floor,

It was none other than Master, who was rotten to the core.

“M-Mast-mmmfff!?!” shrieked Crissie, whose mouth was soon filled,

By even more cookies, from which many crumbs spilled.

Moving to the chimney, Master blew a quick kiss,

“This is where I leave you, my darling baby Criss.”

Crissie groaned for help, but there was none present,

Then her butt blorted out something rather unpleasant.

A *SPUUUUURRRCH!!* echoed out from within Crissie’s diaper,

The reindeer just giggled, growing even more hyper.

No whimpering or whining could save Crissie now,

As she was forced to eat more than her stomach could allow.

Her arms fell to her sides, she was truly defeated,

Now she was stuck until her bowels were depleted.

With one last goodbye, Master dove out of sight,

“Merry Criss-Mas to all, and to all a good night!”

THE END.

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! This is my Patreon Christmas story from last year and I'm still super proud of how it turned out! If you'd like to read this year's Christmas special, it's available to all tiers at patreon.com/crissiebaby!

Edited by AllySmolShork

[kairithemang0]

give me motivation to write🥺 pwetty pwease

I’ll block you if you don’t write 3 sentences and put them in my dms by noon

[chimielie]

hii 1- 44 for your ask game pwease

fine. im gonna do it.

under readmore to respect people’s dashes HAHAHAHAH. bear warning that there’s like 2 things that could be considered nsfw (but not rlly i don’t think) and like 3 questions abt substance usage!!

1 age: 20

2. shoe size: us 5.5, which is an eu 36 i think?

3. do you smoke? cigarettes very rarely and only socially

4: do you drink? yessir

5: do you take drugs? nope

6: age you get mistaken for: like 23? it's usually not far off but always older

7. have tattoos? no

8: want any tattoos? yes i think so! but that's for a later date when i have the funds

9: got any piercings? yep! the usual ones in my earlobes and i also have my nipples pierced :)

10: want any piercings? i'd like to get my doubles done, but i'm pretty happy with what i have now

11: best friend? my irl bestie: i've known her since we were 7? she's basically family. on here it's definitely my beloved mika

12: relationship status: down bad for my boyfriend (11 months next week!)

13: biggest turn ons: glasses, light biting, nice arms and back, athletic trainer, 27, iwaizumi hajime,

14: biggest turn offs: answered here

15: favorite movie: crazy rich asians (the wedding scene...)

16: i’ll love you if… you understand me?? i feel like all the people i've loved the most felt like they really could see me which is a pretty general answer but i love so many people so much

17: someone you miss: my little sister :(

18: most traumatic experience: i don't want to answer this seriously but sometimes i remember that iwaizumi isn't real and that's very upsetting 😞

19: a fact about your personality: i'm so eepy rn

20: what i hate most about myself: not applicable i don’t want to do that to my brain!!!

21: what i love most about myself: good with words :)

22: what i want to be when I get older: an accountant!!

23: my relationship with my sibling(s): my little sister is one of my best friends she's incredible i'm so proud of her

24: my relationship with my parent(s): i’m an eldest daughter soooooo

25: my idea of a perfect date: answered here

26: my biggest pet peeves: answered here

27: a description of the girl/boy i like: answered here

28: a description of the person i dislike the most: my best friend's ex-boyfriend 👎

29: a reason i’ve lied to a friend: said i was gonna go do homework and then took a nap

30: what i hate the most about work/school: it stresses my boyfriend out and cuts into my naptime

31: what my last text message says: “tell her you don’t have any more storage on your phone” to my roommate bc her mom wants her to download life360 LOL

32: what words upset me the most: probably not the Most but i think really cynical statements like “love isn’t real” or “healing is impossible” or stuff like that make me not want to talk to someone so much bc those are like. fundamental parts of my thinking yk? ofc jokes don’t bother me

33: what words make me feel the best about myself: “you do everything right all the time” HAHAHAHA

34: what i find attractive in women: glasses

35: what i find attractive in men: glasses

36: where i would like to live: i’ve always wanted to live in san diego… someday 🤞 i also daydream about ireland a lot

37: one of my insecurities: perpetually terrified of seeming mean by accident

38: my childhood career choice: estate planning lawyer 😭

39: my favorite ice cream flavor: honeycomb!!

40: who i wish i could be: someone who always has a lot of friends visiting :) and hosts a lot of dinner parties

41: where i want to be right now: san diego

42: the last thing i ate: i am currently right in the middle of eating prosciutto on toast with roasted red pepper tomato soup!!!

43: sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately: answered this earlier but it bears repeating: iwaizumi hajime i need u

44: a random fact about anything: answered here but here’s an extra: i have a little marcel the shell figurine on my desk and i pick him up and talk to him whenever i have writer’s block and it’s really helped boost my productivity hahahahahah

[nightcoremoon]

I literally send a message politely indicating that we should settle shit quietly behind closed doors, and that’s that. I make a vague post about someone else, annoying bitch thinks I’m talking about them and keeps @ing me and reblogging my shit and airing the dirty laundry for no fucking reason? go fuck yourself you braindead loser.

not everything is about you

goddamn I hate overgrown children who never learned how to socially interact like a normal human.

next time you drop cold takes on tags you don’t belong in, I’ll just call you a stupid asshole block you and scroll. fuck civility I guess. “pwease stay cordial I’m a fwagiwe widdwe fwower uwu leave me alone I don’t wanna talk anymore” YOU WENT OUT OF YOUR WAY TO @ ME ????

[momomiruku]

oh em gee xDDDDD ANONW ASNT ON XDDD :3 c: x3 uwu

Rawr x3 nuzzles how are you pounces on you you’re so warm o3o notices you have a bulge o: someone’s happy ;) nuzzles your necky wecky~ murr~ hehehe rubbies your bulgy wolgy you’re so big :oooo rubbies more on your bulgy wolgy it doesn’t stop growing ·///· kisses you and lickies your necky daddy likies (; nuzzles wuzzles I hope daddy really likes $: wiggles butt and squirms I want to see your big daddy meat~ wiggles butt I have a little itch o3o wags tail can you please get my itch~ puts paws on your chest nyea~ its a seven inch itch rubs your chest can you help me pwease squirms pwetty pwease sad face I need to be punished runs paws down your chest and bites lip like I need to be punished really good~ paws on your bulge as I lick my lips I’m getting thirsty. I can go for some milk unbuttons your pants as my eyes glow you smell so musky :v licks shaft mmmm~ so musky drools all over your cock your daddy meat I like fondles Mr. Fuzzy Balls hehe puts snout on balls and inhales deeply oh god im so hard~ licks balls punish me daddy~ nyea~ squirms more and wiggles butt I love your musky goodness bites lip please punish me licks lips nyea~ suckles on your tip so good licks pre of your cock salty goodness~ eyes role back and goes balls deep mmmm~ moans and suckles

[xbuster]

Just saw a post from somebody I had followed who I hadn’t seen posts from in a while and assumed they just didn’t post on Tumblr anymore only to find out I was blocked. Absolutely wild because I had never interacted with them in my life besides reblogging some posts but if someone feels the need to block me I wouldn’t want to associate with them anyway.

[onsunnyside]

Give us some mean ATA Ari content pwease🥺

oki bestie, here’s a long snippet/spoiler for A Tough Act !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha!fraternity president!Ari Levinson x omega!activist!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, a/b/o dynamics, assault, power imbalance, violence, misogyny (within a/b/o designations), mean!ari, size difference, possessive behaviour, possible dehumanization, non-con/dub-con. smut - minors dni: all the following warnings are observed by the reader: so underlinings of exhibitionism, forced voyeurism. humiliation: public punishment, spanking. implied: fingering, unprotected sex.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | a snippet of A Tough Act: starlet finds herself at an Arcadia Phi frat party.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.56K

𝗔/𝗡 | the masterlist isn’t posted yet, but this is from my new series set in HCV (Howard college verse). This snippet includes cameos from our other readers: cherry and casanova !!

“You see that? Look at them.” He holds your face up, forcing you to watch the exchange. 

The buzzcut-haired alpha nearly blocks the small omega with his frame, his big hands sliding all over her dress, and fixing the buttons of her cardigan. Then, they cup her cheeks, bringing her in for a soft kiss that quickly turns possessive. Her weak grip lands on his shoulders, feebly trying to push him away but he only leans closer. He presses her flush against the wall, nearly crushing her until you can’t see her anymore. 

You can’t look anymore and avert your gaze, finding more interest in the couch cramped with giggly sorority girls. They flatter and wave at passing alphas like they’re celebrities.

All of them are clad in short dresses and high heels, practically copies of each other—except the one in the middle. She’s an omega and seems the most confident, her legs crossed as he steadily sips from a solo cup. 

Some guys walk up to the girls, and sweep them away but the middle omega is different. When approached, she doesn’t offer the first alpha a glance, but the second one, a light-haired guy, seems to win whatever game they were playing. She lets him take her hand and draw her close, their bodies instantly grinding to the music as her friends fawn. 

“That’s how good omegas are treated. They’re protected, and pampered. Adored like the prettiest flower in the garden,” he rasps, “as long as they honour their superiors.” 

“Honour as in let themselves be used and degraded to mere machines?” Your eyes narrow, lip twitching with rage, “to be seen as nothing but a hole for your fucking knots? You must be really sick if you raped and willingly dehumanized people for cash. Your whole childhood—your existence is based on the suffering of omegas.”

Ari growls, “you think I’m careless enough to knock up some breeding bitch? If you're jealous, just say so.” 

“Is that all you heard? Does your ego take up too much room in your head? Or is it the god-complex that makes you so stupid?” You jeer, “I’d rather drown than even look at you a second longer.” 

You don’t get far before Ari is tugging you back, caging you against the wall with his body. “I suggest you behave, unless you want that to be you.” He spins you around to the rest of the room. 

The once confident omega is now trapped on a bearded man’s lap—a different alpha from before. Her skirt is hiked up, making room for the alpha’s big hand as he lands spanks on her thigh, dangerously close to her ass. Each slap echoes through the packed room, sounding over the booming music from the basement. 

“You see that, starlet? Do you want all eyes on you, just like her?” Ari murmurs, stepping closer as his fingers trail up your arm, “again, if you’re jealous, just say so. We could put on our own show, but we’ll be way better.” 

An awful taste fills your mouth as you shrug off his hand, “No, and don’t touch me.” 

Ari raises his eyebrows, taking a long sip of his beer. “Really? I would’ve thought an attention whore like yourself would kill to be the star…”

Another loud slap bounces off the walls, followed by a high-pitched squeal. 

You feel embarrassed for her, the pure humiliation of being punished for everyone to see—right out in the open without shame. 

But, that sharp distress is a waste. It turns out, you’re the only one who feels it, the only person not blinded by the hierarchy and the cruel shimmer of alphas. 

“Ah, there we go. Look at little casanova.” Ari’s voice drops low, and suddenly he’s close enough for his beard to brush your cheek. “You know, she used to be quite the handful. Always with that attitude, flaunting herself, fucking anything that moves.” He snickers, “as if she was regaining ownership of herself and her body.” 

“I bet she was.” You try to shove him away, but it’s only a few inches. “You think your status guarantees you the world, but worthless assholes like you don’t deserve headstrong people like her—” like us, omegas. 

“No?” His blue eyes glimmer with amusement. “Well, how about you take a look at that headstrong omega right now?” He turns your face in her direction again. 

Your breath hitches as your heart beats loudly in your ears, bouncing off your skull while you helplessly watch the poor omega—you wish to knock some sense into her. Tell her this isn’t her purpose, she isn’t a plaything to be shown off, she’s worth so much more. 

“Look at her, casanova would be nothing without Andy.” 

The spanks have turned heated. The big alpha swats her thigh then rubs it roughly, and you know it’s to make it hurt more rather than to soothe it. And she doesn’t protest or flail away, no, she stays in his lap, almost happily. She kisses his gland while running her fingers through his hair. Her moans are loud enough for you and everyone else to hear when she unabashedly grinds against his hand up her skirt. 

“You always preach about control, but omegas aren't made for that. They can’t handle all that pressure,” his warm breath fans across your face and this close, you can see every beauty mark and freckle on his face. “They need someone to do all the planning, heavy lifting and thinking for them while they stick to simpler tasks. They need to be used, owned—they were made to be owned.” 

You raise your hand and swing back, but in the blink of an eye, you’re pinned against the wall. The shock makes your drink drop to the floor, splattering all over your shoes and Ari’s boots. 

With eyes full of burning hatred, and teeth clenched so tightly you can practically hear them grinding—you don’t usually resort to violence, but he always gets under your skin. 

Your fist collides with his side before he restrains that one above your head too. His bottle joins your plastic cup on the floor, the glass doesn’t break but the beer spills on the floorboards and joins the puddle beneath the two of you. 

Ari didn't even flinch, let alone, wince. Leaning closer with daring eyes, “Do that again, and I’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone. Make them watch as I tear your tight cunt apart, show them how a real alpha punishes a disobedient omega.” 

You do the only thing you can think of and spit in his face. He stiffens and you try to headbutt him but he swiftly dodges. You would’ve expected him to have fast reflexes with his boxing skills—but he isn’t quick enough to avoid another hunk of your saliva. 

This time, it lands on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes turn shades darker. He makes a disgusting show of it, easily constraining your wrists above your head despite your wriggling, and swiping your saliva from his face. 

He brings it to his lips, sucking it off and groaning lowly. His eyes never leave yours, searing into your soul and fueling your hostility. You suck in your cheeks again, ready to spit a third time and hopefully burn a hole in his ego, but he slaps that same hand over your mouth. 

“God, I love that fight in you. Makes me so fucking hard.” He forces your head into the wall as your breaths deepen, nostrils flaring with each exhale. “Oh, looks like Curtis finally got the show on the road.”

Once again, he makes you look at the buzzcut-haired alpha and his omega. He’s got her tucked in a dark corner, you can barely make out her legs around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck, securing herself with each rock of his hips. 

A deep dread fills your chest as people go about their lives, drinking and dancing, enjoying themselves while a poor girl is getting taken advantage of. 

Or so you think because it physically pains you to hear her moans of enjoyment. 

He slowly removes his palm from your mouth, loving the helplessness in your eyes. “Look at Curtis and sweet, innocent cherry—she’s getting fucked at a party like it’s her job. Hm, I wonder what her religious and overbearing parents would think of that… Say, should I record it and send it to them?”

“Leave her alone.” You hiss, bringing up your knee but Ari quickly hikes your thighs around his waist, just like Curtis. In this position, you’re completely vulnerable and at his mercy. Fear rushes through your veins, making you only more motivated to get free. 

But, Ari is having none of it. His hand wraps around your throat, keeping you against the wall for everyone to see. 

Shame blooms like a spring garden—but the flowers are roses with the sharpest thorns, and they tear you apart from the inside. 

“You want me to leave her alone? To leave every other omega alone?” He mocks, “Now, why would I do that? It’d be neglecting my duties as an alpha, just letting them be—letting them have power over themselves.” He inches closer, his hips snug between yours and you can feel his sickening excitement through your jeans. “Omegas need guidance and they need to be used… and alphas are the only ones who can fill that void. Omegas are made to be owned.” He repeats again to drill it into your head. 

Ari can see it in your eyes, the blazing fury, the pure loathing that resigns within you. 

It was made for him, and he will never get enough of it. 

He squeezes a little tighter, enjoying the stutter in your breath. He wonders if it’s getting harder to breathe yet, or if you’re just being difficult, as always. 

“And you, starlet, regardless of how much you protest and fight, you’re one of them.” 

I can't wait for this pairing !!

[cloudy-zephyr]

Aizawa + age regressor! Reader headcanons (gender neutral as always!!)

So…. I’m nervous posting this one. It could either be very well received or I could be horribly harassed, so I’ll educate you guys some.

What is age regression? Age regression (agere) is when someone, due to trauma, reverts to a mental state and age of a child; usually the age before the childhood trauma was experienced. It is completely SFW and in no way will I tolerate any sexual/ rude comments. You can be mean under any other post of mine, but I will not tolerate any form of hate under this post. My page is a safe space for everyone, I intend to keep it that way and will not hesitate to block anyone I see necessary.

You are more than welcome to leave and not read, but if you want to read then welcome!!

Cw: mentions of abuse/trauma, usage of “daddy, dada” in non sexual context, very brief mention of kink ( literally just the work kink like twice), feelings of shame/embarrassment for regressing

- telling shota you regress isn’t something you planned on doing, why would you? It’s embarrassing that you need to act like a toddler to be able to cope with the stress in your life.

- he finds out when he comes home and you’re deep in headspace, he scares you because you know he shouldn’t see you like this and you burst into tears

- he is immediately worried, trying to get answers from you. The thing is, after working with kids and being a pro hero for so many years he knows what he sees when he looks in your eyes, he isn’t angry or disgusted at all.

“Oh… my poor baby got spooked, huh? I’m sorry, little one.”

- you’re confused, expecting him to hurt you like you’re used to, but his soothing voice and calm demeanor has you calming down from your hysterics. All you can do is hold your stuffie and nod.

- after that day, you’re much more open with him. Even giving him names when you’re regressed, that’s how he knows you truly trust him.

“Dada, can you help me pwease?”

“Of course he can, kiddo. What do you need?”

- he takes every new discovery of your headspace in stride, the hour long breakdowns and the very happy days

“Shh,, I’m here angel. Daddy’s got you.”

“Oh look at you! I’m so happy my baby is happy.”

- if you want gear, he gets you gear!!

“You keep looking at that sippy cup/bottle/pacifier, love. If you want it put it in the cart.”

“No, I don’t need it.”

(He sneaks it in the cart, anyways)

- he works with you that it’s okay and normal to regress, and helps you into your headspace

“It’s weird, and you’re gonna judge me and think I’m gross.”

“It’s not weird, I would never think you’re gross for the way you need to cope.”

- he takes you being nonverbal in stride too

*incoherent baby babbles*

“Oh, yeah?? Then what happened? No way. Tell me more, little one”

- in public and start to slip? No worries, he knows how to help you and keep it discreet per your request

“Hmm, how about we go get ice cream. Sound good? Knew it would, hold my hand when crossing the street angel.”

- if you wake up from a nightmare and immediately regress, he’s there to hold and comfort you

“Hey hey,, shhh. It’s okay, they can’t hurt you anymore. Dadas here now, okay? How’s a bottle of warm milk sound, baby”

- hate online is a huge thing regressors face, so what would he do if you’re scrolling through the agere tag and see someone calling a regressor and their caregiver gross and playing into kink??

“Turn that off, no more screen time okay? No no, don’t listen to them. You know what you need, not them. No, love. You aren’t gross or weird. I love you to the moon and back.”

- all in all, he’d be very loving and supportive!!! He would definitely go through a learning curve of what you specifically need, but he’d be such a good caregiver I just know it!!

Remember, if you regress you are soooo valid and loved!! It’s not gross or a kink, and I’m happy you found a healthy way to cope :)

Let me know if you want more of this kinda stuff?? And I am taking requests!! If my asks aren't working (they should be on!!) then just shoot me a dm or comment :)