#i was a very abnormal and curious kid

[habitual-creatures]

Hey Mx. H, question:

What’s your favourite part of the human body to eat? I’m very curious :p

(Also OOC- you’re cool have this 🫴🏻🌹)

IT DEPENDS...

FOR ACTUAL FOOD, FOR MEANINGFUL NUTRITIONAL QUALITY... I FIND THE THIGHS, UPPER ARMS, OR ORGANS (ESPECIALLY THE LIVER OR LUNGS) TO BE BEST...

HOWEVER, I LIKE TO THINK OF MYSELF AS A ROMANTIC...

SO I READILY ADMIT THAT MY FAVORITE PART FOR A... PERSONAL DINING EXPERIENCE IS PROBABLY THE HEART.

IT CAN BE SO BEAUTIFULLY CARVED OUT TOO... WHERE YOU CAN KEEP THEM ALIVE LONG ENOUGH TO WATCH THEM REALIZE WHAT YOUR GOAL IS... YOU CAN FEEL THEIR PULSE SPEED UP AS YOU GET CLOSER TO REMOVING IT FROM ITS CAGE...

IT'S INTOXICATING.

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]

(( gwahhh- thank you for saying you think I'm cool!!!! :'DDD I'm really not, I'm just a goober. And thank you for the digital rose!!! *I left a rose. /ref* sorry btw if this ask is really triggering in any ways to anyone... cannibalism is bad but so fascinating to hear about. :']] I'm weird so I know a lot about it. ))

[homunculus-argument]

A story of how this one guy's dog almost got killed by a whistling weiner:

The difference between a great story and mediocre one is all about presentation. Today I was reminded of the time when I was around 7-8 years old, and me and a handful of my cousins were at our grandparents' house when one of grandpa's hunting buddies came to visit. Drinking his coffee with a flock of curious small kids cautiously staring at him, this guy decided to amuse himself by telling us a story of the time his dog almost got killed by a sausage. A whistling sausage.

Knowing the local peoples' sense of humour, I figured that this guy is just doing a bit, even when he swore that this story is completely true. And as we giggled and kept insisting that he's talking fairytales, he reassured us again, it was true, grandpa was there. And we looked at our grandfater who was smiling, clearly seeing where this is going, and nodded very slowly. And our grandfather wasn't the type of a guy to tell stories, he rarely said three words in a row and certainly didn't waste them on nonsense. And he, an honest man, had just verified that he was there to witness this.

They had been on a hunting trip, I think it was 5 men altogether, with their dogs. It was that time of the year when people argue whether it's very late autumn or very early winter. Stinging cold, nonetheless. Taking a break before heading home, the hunters made a fire at a spot next to a lake, observing that the lake already had a thin crust of ice over it. If it wasn't already winter, it sure would be soon.

Now this is where the sausage comes in. Innocuously in the same package as its peers, indistinguishable from the others. Warming up by the fire, with their dogs gathered around them - sitting, sleeping, or begging, each according to their own nature - the men cooked their sausages, drinking coffee and talking jovially amongst themselves about whatever hunters do on pauses like that. The man telling the story had his best dog with him, he mentioned her by name, and at the time, she was still quite young but definitely promising, and was sleeping curled up beside his feet.

And then, the sausage he was cooking whistled. The way that they sometimes do as you heat them up on a fire, but somehow the whistling of this one was abnormally loud and high-pitched, and comically long, going

PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

This scared the shit out of this guy's dog. Born and bred to chase moose and corner bears, and accustomed to the sounds of gunfire, this dog was startled fuckless by the sound of this whistling weiner. Snapping from dead sleep to her feet, she bolted. To the lake. And right through the ice.

At this point I would like to stress that while everyone who loves their dogs would go to great lengths to save them, these hunting dogs are a treasure to their hunters. I don't know what a good dog would even cost if you could convince a hunter to sell one, but my grandfather's best dog had a grander funeral than my father did. They are a big deal. So it was rescue mission time.

The guy telling the story went into much greater detail about what a huge ordeal getting that bitch out of the ice was than I will here, but it was certainly a hassle. By the time the dog was out of the water, two men were soaked to their waists with icy water and the dog was wet all the way through. Two of their cars were started and kept idling with full heat blasting to warm and dry the two men and one dog while the other three men tried their best to thaw and dry the men's pants, laughing about how the guys would even start explaining their wives why they had to drive home literally ass naked.

And to express her gratitude for being saved from a certain and icy death, the hunting dog in question pissed on a car seat.

And that was the story of how this guy's dog was almost killed by a whistling weiner.

[rinseis]

PLAYING FAVOURITES — GOJO SATORU

❥ gojo satoru is one of the most popular names in japan. when he becomes a judge-slash-leader on a dance show, he takes an abnormal amount of interest in you, making everyone else effectively jealous of you. problem is, if either of you want anything to happen, you have to keep it hidden from public eye. you think it’s best to wait, at least until the show’s over, but unluckily for you—gojo has always been impatient with what he wants.

word count. 5.9k ♱ content warnings: female reader, modern au, celebrity!gojo, dancer!reader, scandals, gojo is kinda a lot unprofessional, nsfw - mdni, porn with plot, mentions of BL, alcohol, gojo eats you out, penetration, fingering, orgasm denial, no condom was used (you kids stay safe, use condoms), pet names (baby, pretty, princess), geto sees you naked, slight action on a motorbike, mentions of masturbation/vibrators. mdni banner by @/cafekitsune :)

Fame, wealth, prestige.

Over three million followers. Everyone either wants him or wants to be him. Always decked out in his sponsors’ clothes—this season it’s Chanel. One of the favourite faces for Vogue. Praised as an all-rounded genius; there’s rarely anything he can’t do, being a model, actor and dancer with hobbies ranging from skateboarding to professional motorcycle racing. There’s nothing that Gojo Satoru seemingly lacks.

Except maybe in the professionalism department. And that’s only because he met you.

Being the judge in a dance competition that’s being broadcasted internationally comes with a set of unspoken responsibilities, namely: you do not sleep with any of the contestants. It’s not his first time on this show, so he already has a reputation built as the strict but kind and professional judge (and also the hottest one to grace everyone’s tv screens). But since week two of knowing you, he’s already crossing boundaries—putting his work ethic to the test.

When the team he has to train celebrates their earlier victory against another, he treats everyone to drinks at one of the most bespoke places in Tokyo, holding it in a private room away from paparazzi eyes. Gojo makes sure you sit right next to him too, because like hell is he letting his favourite be at risk of some other guy’s touchiness.

Not him though. It’s fine if it’s him.

As everyone gets talkative and debating among themselves about who’s the better dancer, Gojo takes the chance to lean closer to you, his hair brushing your face. You stiffen up a little, in that adorable way he likes whenever he’s near (because you’re a fan of him before this, he knows—he can tell), before you ultimately loosen up as he puts a soothing arm around your shoulder.

“Not feeling so well today?” He asks, because you’re particularly quiet tonight, more so than usual, and he’s curious. He’s always curious about you.

You chuckle, taking a swig of your beer. “Just tired out from earlier,” you tell him, and he guesses it’s because of today’s recording. Gojo knows, of course, because he pays special attention to you.

He watches every move you make, every smooth curve, relishes in your movements, especially when you dance to an especially sexy song. Gojo isn’t so subtle either, always cheering after you end your set, always making comments that the editor would probably have to cut out most of the time, praising you with words like i could watch you… dance all day and every time you dance i fall in love all over again. (With dance… of course.)

So much so that every other contestant there is envious of the attention to detail you get when it’s Gojo’s eyes on you. They can only dream of it.

“How’s your legs? Heard they cramped up earlier,” he asks, daring to put a hand on your thigh, gently rubbing up and down, the hem of your skirt reacting to his movements.

You nearly choke on your drink, but you don’t reject him anyway—letting him rest his hand on your inner thigh. By the looks of it, you’re enjoying it too, aren’t you? That smile you’re suppressing isn’t very convincing if you aren’t.

But Gojo likes to be a little piece of shit, he likes to play games first—and he wants to play with you, because he thinks you’re oh so pretty and oh so talented, and you’re kind of fiesty too, during training, making him question all the boring models he’s ever dated just for their bodies.

Are you going to be the same? That’s what he wants to find out.

When the celebration ends, he makes sure he sends everyone on a cab back to the recording building, the residential apartments sponsored by the show being right next door to it. Except for you though. He holds you back from entering the last cab for the group, knocking on it to let the driver know to drive off.

Then, with a devilish grin on his face, he grabs a spare helmet and offers it to you.

“Wanna ride?”

Ten seconds later, you’re riding pillion, holding onto Gojo because you’ve never ridden on a back of a motorcycle that’s going this fast before. You should’ve known, really, because what other speed would an adrenaline-loving professional motorbike racer drive on? Judging by the look of his bike, it’s probably not actually allowed to be usable on the actual roads too—it should only be driven for races.

Not that Gojo cares, because he knows he’s the best and he wouldn’t let you get hurt. You thank god he chose not to drink tonight. You wonder if he drinks at all, now that you think of it. But Gojo accelerates and all your thoughts go out the, well, wind? You hold onto him tighter, and you swear you can almost see a smirk if not for the helmet in your face. He’s not even wearing a helmet, for fucks’ sake. Just how much of a daredevil is he?

To his credit though, he manages to get you to the destination safely, without a hair out of place for him because somehow, no matter what he does, he always looks drop-dead gorgeous. Talk about being born with good looks, good body, good everything. No wonder all the luxury brands are scrambling to be his sponsors. He could probably make trash bags look expensive.

When you get off, you realise that you’re not at the usual building, with grey walls and a shoddy exterior. This time, you’re face to face with a sleek black high-rise hotel, the kind that you think probably only the elites in society can afford. Just when you’re about to question Gojo on his intentions, he cuts you off.

“Do you mind? This place belongs to my friend, just gotta check in on him for a bit,” he tells you, looking at you expectantly, as though he’s daring you to say no. But you gesture for him to go ahead, and that shit-eating smile is back on his face.

Once you’re inside, you’re met with a floral aroma that’s not too pungent, the entire lobby enveloped in a bright warm light, filled with attendants who bow at the sight of Gojo Satoru strolling in, decked head to toe in Chanel (of course), who in turn ignores everyone else and pulls you by the wrist with him.

You sit by the bar as you wait for Gojo to finish conversing with his friend, who’s sat in the far corner of the hotel restaurant, table filled with paper and files that you’re not envious of. The life of the rich seems too complicated for you. You’re happy just being yourself and enjoying trying to make a living out of dancing.

From the corner of your eye, you can faintly make out his fox-like eyes, jet black hair—he’s a stark contrast to Gojo, who seems to be more rainbows and sunshine. You don’t know what his name is, but he gives you a smirk when he catches you staring, and you abruptly turn away, embarrassed from getting caught.

“You here with Gojo Satoru?”

The bartender appears in front of you, looming tall as he looks down at you. He has jet black hair too, but he’s more buff than Gojo and his friend—the type who looks like he can manhandle you if he wants to. That scar on his lip makes him look dangerous. A white rag is slung over his shoulder as he uses it to wipe the glass down.

You nod, trying not to appear too friendly. You never know what these men might be thinking. ��Yep, but I’m just a nobody so don’t worry about me,” you tell him once you realise he’s pouring you a shot.

The man scoffs, his voice getting even lower. “Nobody that’s around someone like Gojo Satoru is really a nobody,” he tells you, sliding the shot glass over the counter.

You’ve already drank a lot earlier, but you can hold your own, so you accept it anyway, with the plan of asking to put it on Gojo’s tab if they ask you to pay. You think a single shot here can cost at least three hours of your wage.

“So you know Gojo well, then?”

Admittedly, a part of you is curious to learn more about Gojo. The one every tabloid uses to boost their viewers, and the one who seemingly dates a new girl every other month, and the one everyone somehow either wants to be, or wants to get with. You included, if you’re not being in denial.

“Only as much as I observe,” he tells you bluntly. The only reason he’s talking to you is probably because he’s bored out of his mind since you’re the only one there apart from the other two guys.

So you decide why not? You don’t think you’re about to ask Gojo about himself, so maybe the bartender is the next best thing. “Do you happen to know why he doesn’t drink, uh—”

“Toji.”

“Toji.”

“Simple, he’s a lightweight, that’s all,” Toji tells you, rolling his eyes. “Took him two shots to get tipsy and by the time he took the third shot he was all whiny and ended up throwing up in that pot over there,” he nudges his head toward the plant nestled at the corner of the bar, his irritation earning a snort out of you. Judging by his tone, he probably had to be the one to clean it up.

“Hey, are you shitting on me to my student?”

Gojo’s behind you before you know it, an arm slung around you as his friend takes to the other side of you, showing you an interested gaze.

Toji barely pays Gojo any mind, putting away the glasses. “Ah, Satoru, looks like you got a new favourite huh?”

The way he says new favourite implies there’s an old one, and going by the news you’ve seen of him circulating online, there’s not really anyone that qualifies, with every relationship being such a short fling. Is that what Toji means or is he hinting at something else?

It’s like Gojo can sense the gears turning in your head, so he gives you a quick flick on the forehead before turning his attention back to the bartender. A childish grin appears on his face, one that you’ve never seen him show on tv before, or throughout recording. “How about you give us each two shots?”

“No.” Toji’s refusal is quick and crisp clear.

Beside you, Gojo’s friend snickers, amused as he swirls his own liquor of choice in his glass. “Satoru, stop trying to bully my bartender into quitting.”

“Then try to hire a more competent one,” Satoru sneers, Toji’s deadpan expression and Satoru’s childish one on par with each other.

Ignoring them, Gojo’s friend reaches his hand out to you, a friendly smile on his face. “I take it you’re Y/N?” He asks, and you nod politely, shaking his hand. “Geto Suguru,” he introduces himself, and your ears perk up, somehow finding that name familiar.

“Heard of him?” Toji asks you, entirely ignoring Gojo now, who’s pouting as he reluctantly takes a seat beside you. When you struggle to place it, Toji helps you out. “He’s an actor too, played as Satoru’s lover in one of the dramas.”

Your eyes widen as Geto suddenly looks exactly like the character he was acting as, his face growing more familiar by the second. He groans, rolling his eyes, and Satoru’s on your other side faux gagging with his tongue sticking out.

“Don’t remind me,” Geto sighs just thinking about it, “we had that entire fanfiction saga after that ended, too.”

When you turn to Gojo, he only side eyes you and tells you, “don’t even ask.” So you make a mental reminder to google it yourself later.

As much as you like socialising with celebrities that are way above your status, you feel the sleep catching up to you, the exhaustion from earlier creeping its way back in.

“I think I’m just gonna head back first,” you tell Gojo, finishing up your drink and getting up, but Gojo’s big hands find you first, holding you in place. It’s kind of hard not to let your heart flutter when you’re in such close proximity with someone who’s too utterly gorgeous for his own good.

Gojo opens his mouth just briefly before holding himself back and then just offering a smile. “You tired?”

You want to say you’re not, because if you’re being honest, you don’t get opportunities like this often, this being the first time you’ve actually had proper alone time with Gojo outside of your training, and even that you were surrounded by cameras watching your every move.

“Kinda,” you settle for, and it’s like Gojo senses what you’re thinking of that he offers you a cheeky smile.

With his fingers around your wrist, he pulls you with him as he exits the bar, an amused Geto left behind, whispering something you can’t hear to Toji, who shakes his head as though he saw this coming.

“Where are we going?”

When Gojo turns around and winks at you, you can only hope he doesn’t actually feel your pulse racing from where your hands are linked. It’s honestly irritating just how charming he can be.

He’s quick on his feet, the light reflecting off of his studded jacket as he drags you with him across the lobby to the lift, swiping a card and then pressing for the rooftop, the glass elevator smoothly bringing the both of you up. You turn around to face the view of the city, and your eyes light up.

It’s not like you’ve never seen the Tokyo skyline before, but to see it like this; undisturbed and in the company of someone you admire—it feels kind of unmatched.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Gojo’s voice flows through your ears like honey, his eyes piercing even as you look at them through the reflection on the elevator window. You only nod, mesmerised by both the view and the person. “I convinced Suguru to buy this place and make something out of it, used to be just an abandoned building at one point.”

And now it’s one of the most prestigious hotels in all of Tokyo, with a view that’s hard to beat, and a rooftop that’s entirely too beautiful that you wonder how long they spent just on the design alone.

The scenery distracts you from the fact that Gojo’s fingers are intertwined with your own as he brings you onto the rooftop, walking you to a corner where a thick wooden table sits, a single wooden ashtray in the middle.

Gojo lets go of your hand to sit on the table, feet propped up and body leaned back on his palms as he smirks to himself, satisfied that you find the view just as nice as he does.

You’re completely absorbed by the scenery before you, leaning against the edge, wide starry eyes looking at every thing in sight. Gojo wonders if you know how pretty you are, if you know what you do to him. Every single time he sees you, he has to hold himself back from acting out of line thanks to all the cameras surrounding you. That, and the warning given by the producers to keep things professional.

But Gojo thinks fuck being professional, because neither of you are being watched right now, and he knows he’s not the only one out of the two of you that’s aware of the chemistry between you. Your lingering eyes, the way you always look out for him, the way you willingly let him cross the line sometimes.

Slowly, he comes up behind you, mirroring your pose, arms leaning against the edge too, enveloping you in between his body. It’s shameful really, that if you didn’t have restraint, Gojo won’t have it either, but it’s all up to you. His right hand comes up to brush against your cheek, and he can tell by the muscles on your shoulders that you’re stiffening up—he’s been paying attention to your body way too much. He can argue it’s his job, but never when it comes to you.

Even now, when he’s so unashamedly staring at how your top hugs your body so well, how your skirt is at a length tempting enough to hike over your ass. Just imagining what you look like underneath all that is enough to make him hard, his hips instinctively closing the gap between you.

Your head’s been muddled for a while now, and you gasp at the feeling of Gojo against you. You’ve thought of this situation before, of the physical attraction between you and Gojo coming to a head, but you’d always thought to leave these kinds of things until after the show’s over. Seems like Gojo has the opposite thoughts, those same views seeping into your own head, making you reconsider, and it looks like he’ll come out on top.

You can’t help but let out a whine as you feel his big hands on your inner thighs, beckoning you to spread them for him. It’s pitiful how easily you obey, and Gojo is just as desperate, your stomach being pushed further against the edge of the railing.

In spite of it all, Gojo’s trying his best to limit himself to this, his hands squeezing your thighs in frustration. “Fuuuck,” he groans as his fingers sneak up against your underwear, feeling how wet you are already. “If you don’t stop me I don’t know if I can control myself.”

It’s really unfair of him to say that, you think, when he’s the one who’s been coming on to you. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this, if you said you didn’t want this too.

“You’re supposed to be the teacher, shouldn’t I be the one following your lead?” You ask back, breathless from how Gojo’s already rubbing circles against your clothed clit, his dick only getting harder as he continues to press himself against your ass.

If you were being completely honest, you’d been waiting for this for a while. An entire month feeling the tension between the two of you without acting on it. An entire month of dancing together, training under him, sometimes with his big hands on your waist and you having to pretend that this doesn’t affect you at all. Your patience is wafer thin by now, and Gojo’s is probably even thinner.

You hear Gojo suck a deep breath before he forcefully turns you around, his half-lidded eyes filled with lust. Your gaze falls to his pants, the outline of his dick way too obvious against the expensive fabric. You swallow the lump in your throat; he’s so big you wonder if you can actually take him.

With a smirk, Gojo sneaks his fingers back up under your skirt, pressing against your clit, “just wanted to see what you look like when you feel good.”

This scene is so surreal that you wonder if you’re dreaming. Renowned celebrity Gojo Satoru who’s famous enough to be a household name with a fairly decent reputation is actually here with you, right now, aching for you so badly that he can’t control himself?

“What are you thinking about, pretty?”

His nicknames are going to be the death of you. He’s been controlling himself until now, so you’re not surprised if he’s pulling out all the stops tonight.

Your own eyes mirror his expression, the desire no longer tolerable to control. Usually you’re fond of playing games but this time you’re way too impatient to wait any longer.

“I think… I want you,” you tell him honestly, and for a brief moment you think you see the pupils in his serene blue eyes dilate before his gestures turn feral, his hunger blatantly obvious in the way his hands grip your waist, firm and strong as he kisses you, hips grinding desperately against you, chasing the friction he so badly needs.

“Fuck this is gonna be so bad if we get caught,” he mumbles in between kisses, both of you entangled with each other, your fingers grasping at his hair, his own hands squeezing your ass as he groans at how perfect this feels.

In the moment, you think you couldn’t care less. “Guess we just have to make sure we don’t get caught,” you tell him, and you feel him smirking against you.

“Knew I liked you for a reason,” he chuckles, lifting you up to sit on the edge. He can tell from the way your body reacts that you’re nervous. “Promise I won’t let you fall. Trust me?”

Do you even have any other choice?

You nod, and his childish grin gives you a whiplash. “Ha, good girl,” he praises you before kissing you silly, his one hand holding you in place while the other slowly slips your underwear off, discarding it to the ground. Gojo looks up at you one last time as though making sure you’re sure about this, and the moment you nod, he’s on his knees, trailing kisses on your thighs.

The only thing you can do is watch as he gets dangerously close to your cunt, beautiful eyes watching your expression as he gets closer. He always likes to look at you. He wants to observe just how insane he can make you feel. He wants to know just how badly you want him too.

His strong hands push you forward slightly, his head completely between your thighs now as he gives your clit a small lick, enjoying the sound of you squealing when he does so. He doesn’t hide his mirth, chuckling as he dares himself to taste more of you, licking a fat stripe up your pussy, groaning from how good you taste. Better than he imagined. Better than when he jerked off to you that one time after rehearsal. Better than anyone.

Your fingers yank at his soft white locks as he loses himself in you, groaning in satisfaction as his tongue flicks in and out of your warm pussy, your thighs locking around his neck, your hips grinding against his lips and begging for more.

“You’re driving me fucking insane, you know that?” Gojo asks, his eyes failing to watch your expression now that he’s busy staring at how wet your pretty little pussy is.

From above, you relish in the way Gojo can’t seem to get enough of you, his lips filled with your slick, cheeks and ears red from whatever he may be feeling. It’s a side you’re sure that’s hidden from public, and call you silly but you think that kind of makes this special somehow.

He doesn’t spare a second in standing up and lifting you off the edge, letting you down gently on the table, flicking the ashtray away. Gojo’s hands slowly hike your skirt up over your stomach, unbuttoning your shirt, the moonlight illuminating you in all the right places. His lips move to your stomach, pressing light kisses on your body, trailing upwards to the valley between your breasts, his free hand unclasping your bra in one swift motion.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes against your skin, his lips grazing against the goosebumps that form. Your head tilts up, your back arching as you feel his fingers entering you, one first before the second one slowly joins, Gojo’s ever observant eyes watching as you moan from the pleasure, fingers picking up the pace because he decides he likes the way you sound. “Feels that good, huh?” He asks when he feels you clenching around him.

Your eyes fly open as you meet his own, the yearning from your gaze in full display, your whimpers are all you can let out because Gojo doesn’t let you breathe from his kisses now. He thinks you’re fucking addictive, thinks he was doomed from the moment he first saw how you moved, dancing with just the right force, eyes ogling at your body every single second, always looking for you in the crowd of contestants.

“Gojo—”

He immediately shuts you up with a forceful kiss, his fingers stilling inside you. Gojo’s eyes look into yours, a gentle dominance in his sneer. “Satoru,” he corrects you.

First name basis isn’t something you thought you’d ever get to do with him, but it’s not like you don’t like the thought of it.

“Satoru,” you breathe out, earning a peck on your lips as you say his name.

“What is it?” He asks, almost mockingly, because he knows exactly what you want. Gojo’s fingers move achingly slow inside of you, pushing against that spot you like—he’s already familiar with you just from this brief dalliance alone. “Hmm, can’t understand if you don’t use your big girl words.”

The way he sounds so condescending is downright humiliating, and yet your pussy clenches around his fingers that it takes everything in him not to concede so easily.

Thank god you do though.

“Satoru please fuck me,” you plead, tears in your eyes and looking just so absolutely delectable that he gets the flicker of a thought that he doesn’t want anyone else to get to see you in a state like this. Only him.

He plays right into your hands too, letting his pants and boxers pool to the floor, one of his hands pumping his cock, precum leaking from the tip, his mouth falling open as he slowly enters you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you take him in.

“So fuck—fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, slowly pushing into you, your perfect tits earning a squeeze as you try to adjust to his size. Gojo looks at where you’re connected, praising you with a flurry of good girl and your pussy’s fucking made for me.

You knew he was big, but it’s so much more than you anticipated, even harder with his thumb pressing down on your clit, teasing you and waiting to see your limit. He’s smirking down at you, though your eyes are squeezed shut to see it.

“What? Wanna cum already? That fast, baby?” He mocks, starting to rub your clit. To think, he’s not even all the way in. God, you’re so fucking perfect. Gojo doesn’t think he’s ever felt so much satisfaction from teasing someone before that he wants to tease you even more. Pinching on your nipple with his other hand, he makes you squeal. “Baby baby, be a good girl, okay?” He whispers, pressing a kiss on your cheek, “better not cum until I tell you to.”

“I can’t-can’t hold it in—” You’re already struggling to think, let alone speak, and that’s exactly what Gojo likes. The way you’re so vulnerable for him, completely different from your demeanour when you’re dancing.

Tilting his head, he grins as he thinks of an idea. “If you can’t hold it in, ‘m afraid I’ll have to punish you,” he says, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw, loving how you’re completely at his mercy.

“Wha- how?” You’re quivering, your body so so close to your high, your willpower threatening to break any second now.

Gojo chuckles, low and deep, as his mouth moves to your ear. “If you can’t be a good girl for me tonight, I won’t touch you ever again,” he whispers, smug as he watches you pout, knowing he’s got you figured out. You want this as much as he does. He doesn’t think he can follow through with that at all, but you don’t have to know that.

All he knows is that you’re buying it as you nod, holding it in. He kisses your forehead as he resumes pushing inside you, watching as you struggle not to cum just from him entering.

“Oh god, you feel so f’kin good, baby,” he praises you again, watching as he’s fully inside of you now, tears falling from your eyes.

He starts moving slowly, getting your pussy to adjust to his girth, laughing at how you’re trying so hard not to let yourself go. You might possibly be one of the most amusing girls he’s ever met.

“Hmm, you’re so sensitive… want me that bad, pretty? Want me to fuck you again after tonight, is that it?” His tone has a lilt to it, and even though he’s mocking you for it, truth is, he’s throbbing inside of you, his own seed threatening to spill out at any moment.

Still, he supposes you’re being so obedient, nodding profusely like that, so worried that you won’t get his attention anymore that he guesses he can throw you (and himself) a bone.

“Mmm, maybe I should go easy on you, huh?” He acts as though he’s not completely a gone case, as though he’s not driven insane like you are. “Want that, baby?” Gojo’s fingers pinch on your clit, and god damn it your mewl is too cute to resist. You nod, not even knowing what for but knowing you need it.

“Want me to let you cum?”

You nod again, and Gojo’s chuckling.

“Still want me to fuck you after tonight?”

You nod again, much more, and Gojo’s ego has never been boosted higher. You’re holding it in so bad, clenching around him so tight that it nearly hurts.

“Fine, cum for me.”

Not even a second later, you’re screaming his name and cumming around his cock as he thrusts into you, riding you out, watching as you squirt all around him, using all his energy to keep himself from spilling inside you because that won’t do.

Gojo pulls out, spilling his load all over you—your chest, your stomach, your clit, watching him taint your body and watching as you let him, the sight of you an absolute hot mess as you pant under him.

It’s adorable, really, how you’re seemingly spent just from that. It’s even more adorable how you think he’s already done with you.

But before Gojo can say anything else, you hear a familiar voice cut in.

“Least you guys could do is lock the door, you know?”

Shooting your head to the side, you see Geto there, a mirthful smirk on his face as he waves hello. You’re mortified, already trying to cover yourself up, Satoru’s cum staining your clothes. Satoru himself, on the other hand, appears unfazed as he pulls his pants up, sighing.

“And maybe you shouldn’t be watching other people fuck, Suguru,” he says, completely unbothered still, and you’re wondering why until Geto speaks again.

“Aww, thought we could share this one too,” he sighs, and his disappointment sounds fake, like he knew all along Satoru wouldn’t go for it. But all you can think of is that he added too—so they’ve shared girls before? You can only imagine just how well they know each other.

In one swift motion, Geto is beside you, seemingly admiring all the places where he knows Satoru’s touched, his hand on your back while he kisses your cheek, before he’s pushed back by Satoru himself.

“Don’t touch her,” Satoru snaps, removing his shirt before you realise he’s offering it to you to wear, now that yours is dirty. He covers your body with his own while you change out of it, with Geto continuing his facade.

“Oh? This is a first, Satoru. You, not willing to share with me?”

Despite their words, the atmosphere isn’t tense at all, and you guess that’s just how close they are.

Satoru scoffs. “Told you, this one’s all mine,” he proclaims, a little hint of smugness in his voice. This time, without waiting for Geto to respond, Satoru grabs you by the arm and waves a hurried bye! to his friend before escaping his sight.

As you take the elevator back down, you’re still trying to process what happened, between fucking who’s supposed to be your teacher and judge in a competition to having Geto witness you nearly naked after getting fucked by his best friend.

Is this really your life right now? You’re really not just making this all up in your head?

In front of you, Gojo’s busy typing away on his phone until the elevator dings, snapping you both out of your reverie. He can tell you’re dazed, but to be really honest, he takes that as a good thing so he gleefully takes your hand and pulls you along with him, briefly giving you a once-over, loving how you look in his shirt. Maybe he should give you more shirts from his closet to wear for your performances. He’d definitely get a kick out of it.

When you reach his motorcycle again, you stop short before asking him again, “where are we going, Satoru?”

You’re still calling him Satoru. He grins. He likes that—likes the show of intimacy, even if it can only be in private.

Gojo revs his motorbike, gesturing for you to just get behind him, which you do—like the good girl he knows you are. He waits until he’s driving away before answering you.

“I was thinking my place,” he says, riding faster, his dick growing hard just thinking about fucking you again.

And it’s like the wind against your face knocks some sense into you again, realising that you and him aren’t just two people separated by your statuses in the world; that the Satoru you know is no longer just the Gojo Satoru you’ve read about in countless tabloids and videos. You came on the show, Satoru took an extreme interest in you, and you’re both now probably violating the rules by, well, fucking, and neither of you want to stop now either.

Just like he’s got you wrapped around his finger, he’s at your every command. Because he wants you. And you know that. And it’s fine if it’s just physical, because you doubt it will go anywhere either.

So maybe it’s okay to let loose.

Your fingers drop to the hem of his pants, palming his cock through the fabric, and Gojo grunts from how good it feels, the motorbike swerving a little when Gojo can’t keep control, distracted by your ministrations.

“Hah, you’re a little fucker, aren’t you?” He chuckles, going fast enough that no one can see what you’re doing, not that there’re a lot of people at this time of night anyway.

“Yeah, what can you do about it?” You tease, feeling a little more comfortable now, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Satoru clicks his tongue, smirking as he looks at your reflection through the mirror. “Careful, pretty, or I’ll make you wear a vibrator the next time we have group rehearsals.”

You fall for it, furrowing your brows. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Satoru laughs out loud, going even faster now, your arms instinctively hugging him round the waist, not daring to tease him anymore—and you should’ve taken that he’s a professional racer before you started teasing him, really.

Daring to turn around to look at you, he smirks. “We’ll see,” he chuckles, “I’m supposed to be your mentor. Can’t let you off the hook that easy, princess.”

Of course, later that night, you’re caught in between Satoru and his inexplicably expensive silk sheets, situated in his all-too-big penthouse suite, moaning his name over and over, his teeth marking your breasts, cock dragging along your gummy walls and fucking you until you can’t think of anything else but him.

As Satoru watches you cum for the fourth time that night, he smirks, watching you writhe underneath him. Yeah, he definitely won’t let you off the hook. Who knows what’ll become of both of you once the show ends? But for now, as long as it’s still going on, he’s going to have his fun with you.

In secret.

[poppadom0912]

Dr Dean Reybold

Warnings: Cancer, chemotherapy, hospitals, evil doctors

Summary: Unfortunately for you, some cancers are genetic. Also unfortunately for you, some doctors don't have good intentions.

A/N: Based on Season 1, episode 5 of Chicago Med (Malignant) and Season 3, episode 10 of Chicago pd (Now I'm God).

So I had this idea towards the beginning of when I first started watching pd and I am not kidding when I say this has been sitting in my drafts for over two years now. I thought I'd finally get to finishing it after a really good day today since the fic I posted like 2 days ago wasn't that nice. Hope you enjoy!!

When your mother died from cancer, it took a toll on your entire family. Everyone was struggling to grieve and the emptiness she left behind was unsettling. Even now, the empty chair at the dining table looked so wrong.

So when you were diagnosed with ovarian cancer seven months ago, you felt extreme deja vu. Life was repeating itself again and nothing good was going to come out of it.

While at work, your patient got a little violent and when you woke up, your dad and Erin were at your bedside. They were in the middle of a case when Hank was suddenly called, being told by Sharon that you were hurt.

Luckily, several tests and scans later, you were perfectly fine, coming out with nothing but a concussion.

Alas, your body seemed to hate you because fast forward two months later and you found yourself in a private doctors office, the man confirming you had ovarian cancer.

Looking your dad in the eyes that night, mustering up everything in you to tell him you had the exact same thing that killed your mother; you could see the world fall apart in his eyes all over again.

From that day on, you did your chemotherapy while going to work. Being a psychiatrist, it didn't entail much physical work and your hours were decreased due to manage your treatment.

But the cancer got worse, that's what your doctor said at least. You probably would've gotten your treatment done at Med since they were renowned for their chemo regimens and it would've been more convenient.

But your doctor was the man that treated your mother. Seven months into your treatment and you found it a little difficult to leave.

*****

So, it was just another day at work.

You near threatened Doctor Charles to allow you to take his place as the psychiatrist for the ED and after lots and lots of convincing, he caved but with the conditions: you took regular breaks, everyone kept an eye on you, don't take such a big load, update him often and not to turn Sharon away when she to check on you.

There was a sudden influx of patients due to a fire and you were finally able to help after Maggie stopped being so annoying very, constantly hovering over you when she wasn't with a patient.

This wasn't anything abnormal - the injured people - but what was weird was the lingering members of firehouse 51 and the arrival of Jay.

In one of the spinning chairs, you pushed yourself over to the group of people huddled at the front desk, curious to what was up and needing to do something after sitting duck for half an hour now.

"Oooh, what's this?" You looked at the zip lock bag in wonder, only opening it when Jay gave you the okay, nodding his head with a smile at your presentable face.

The last time he saw you, you were a struggling mess at your dad's having come back from getting treatment.

After explaining briefly, you gladly opened the bag and scanned the items. While flicking through receipts, you could hear Erin stop in front of you, letting the three of you know it was looking like a suicide. Giving you and Erin some time, Jay and Kelly gave their goodbyes and went back to their respective jobs.

"You look much better." Erin looked you up and down, noticing that your skin was still quite pale, the bags under your eyes were still there even with the makeup and you were wearing your usual bandana, a staple since the hair loss started kicking in.

"Well thank you very much." You said truthfully despite some part of you believing that she was lying and you looked worse than you did the last time she visited you. "How are you?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Erin asked, smiling as she watched you skim over the few items she had no interest in. "I'm fine, everyone's fine. This seems pretty simple which is good, less work for us."

You hummed nonchalantly, her words going through one ear and out the other. "Do you mind if I give these to Dr Charles? I want to get his opinion real quick."

"Sure." Your sister in everything but blood shrugged her shoulders, seeing no harm in getting another opinion. "Just don't lose anything, yeah?"

"Ha ha, very funny." You said smiled sarcastically, rolling your eyes at her undertone as you rolled your chair away to find the head of psychiatry.

*****

It had been a few hours later. The fire incident from earlier was no longer at the forefront of your mind as you busied yourself with your actual patients. Doctor Charles was back in the ED and you had several meetings scheduled.

Signing off a treatment sheet for some new medications, the silence of the psychiatric ward was interrupted by heavy feet rushing towards you.

Looking up, your were caught off guard. You were not expecting to see your dad and Erin again till later in the evening for dinner.

And by the looks on their faces, this wasn't going to be a happy little visit.

In fact, your dad looked conflicted. A myriad of emotions painting his face, so many that you started to get scared. You hadn't seen him look like this since-

"Dr Dean Reybold. He's your doctor right?" Your dad asked, skipping past any pleasantries.

You felt time slowing, almost struggling to hear what he was asking.

You could only nod.

You felt like a child again being scolded watching how he reacted. It was like you had hurt him. Watching him try to compose himself made you want to be sick.

When your dad looked back at you, his eyes bright in unshed tears, you felt your heart stop.

*****

It was a lie.

All of it, everything. It had all been a lie.

It felt like going through the five stages of grief, grappling with the news and the reality of this situation.

You along with way too many women had been lied to and deceived. In your most vulnerable positions, you had all been manipulated just for his selfish, disgusting needs.

At your most emotional, he lied. He used your personal connections, your past with your mother. What a sick sick bastard.

Sitting on a bed at Med, Natalie showing you your test results, you didn't even have it in you anymore to cry. You were just so tired.

Going back home to your dad, you felt like a little girl again. You felt like that five-year-old who would lie about her nightmares just so she could sneak into her parents bed and sleep with them.

His arms opened up instantly and you didn't need anymore prompting. Dragging your feet towards the couch, you sat and folded yourself up, tucking your feet under yourself as you tried to hide and make yourself invisible in your fathers embrace.

Closing your eyes, you told him the news, the inevitable that you both had been dreading. Deep down, some sick part of you wished to have cancer just so that you could feel better, just to not feel like a victim who was a ploy for some psychopath.

His arm squeezed you as your voice became breathy, words shaking as all the emotions all came crashing down once again.

You had been crying way too much recently.

The plans for the future were still a little blurry and you weren't too sure how you were going to cope. Your body needed to heal and go back to being its usual healthy, as if you and so many other women hadn't had chemo and unnecessary radiation pumped into your body for no reason at all.

You had met all the women at the court hearing, seeing just how many women and families he had hurt just like yours.

And for once, being a psychiatrist didn't feel like the most important thing.

You were struggling to grapple with your emotions but the easiest part of it was being a helping hand to them. Perhaps it made you feel better to help the other women, trying to help them mentally when you can't physically.

And your dad and Erin were your biggest supporters like always.

This had brought back so many memories from the past that it was almost too painful to recollect, especially considering you were now at the forefront of the exact same event.

You weren't too sure what the healing and recovery process was going to look like - that's what scared you the most.

But the most reassuring part was that the sick 'doctor' wasn't going to do anymore harm and you had the best family supporting you every single step of the way.

[bnhaobservation]

There something I don’t really get: Uraraka said to have expanded quirk counseling along with her group, but wasn’t that one of the factors that sent Toga spiraling: counseling only be used to push people with certain quirks to be “normal”? I agree on the surface level it’s a noble cause and the closest we got to specific actions being taken by the characters helping to fix society, but if it’s just expanded on and not reformed wouldn’t it just push people like toga feel excluded again since nothing is actually changed in the system? I don’t remember, but did Toga tell Uraraka her time in quirk counseling?

Let's start in reverse.

No, Himiko didn't tell Uraraka about her time with Quirk counseling. If Uraraka figured it out that it was the people in Quirk counseling that tolkd Himiko to stop grinning, kudos to her.

There's to say Curious knew Himiko went to Quirk counseling, so Uraraka might have also discovered about it later. It would be nice if Uraraka tried to learn more about Himiko even after her death.

Now... what's Quirkc counseling and what's wrong with it?

According to Curious:

CURIOUS '“Kosei” COUNSELING', jita rikai no yugami o kyōseishi shakaisei no suri awase o hodokosu jōsō kyōiku (read: PROGRAM). Mochiron, kanpekina PROGRAM de wa naishi, kojinsa o yori tsuyoku kanjite shimau to iu mondai o kakaete imasu. Chi o nomi henshin suru, umaretsuki motsu sono inō ni yotte anata wa “chi” ni tsuyoi kyōmi o hikareru yō ni natta. Shikashi shin no fukō wa “akogare” to iu dareshimo ga daku futsū no kanjō. Chi to akogare kamiatte shimatta nitsu no yōso wa tōtei shakai ni ukeire rareru MONO de wa nakatta. Dakara, anata wa FUTA o shita. Jishin o yokuatsu shi kamen o tsukutta.' キュリオス「『〝個性〟カウンセリング』、自他理解の歪みを矯正し社会性の擦り合わせを施す情操教育（プログラム）。もちろん、完璧なプログラムでは無いし、個人差をより強く感じてしまうという問題を抱えています。血を飲み変身する、生まれつき持つその異能によってあなたは〝血〟に強い興味を引かれるようになった。しかし真の不幸は〝憧れ〟という誰しもが抱く普通の感情。血と憧れ噛み合ってしまった２つの要素は到底社会に受け入れられるモノではなかった。だから、あなたはフタをした。自信を抑圧し仮面を作った。」 Curious "Quirk counseling, it's an emotional education (read: program) to correct distortions in self-understanding and others, and to adjust for socialization. Of course, it's not a perfect program, and it has the problem of making individual differences even more apparent. Your innate ability to transform by drinking blood has made you very interested in "blood". However, your true misfortune is "admiration", a normal emotion that anyone can have. The two elements that go together, blood and admiration, were never going to be accepted by society. So you put a lid on it. You suppressed your confidence and made a mask."

Basically the purpose of Quirk counseling is to help people harmoniously cope with their Quirk and society... but the downside of Quirk counseling is it doesn't really work toward having people accept themselves and be accepted by society, but just tries to remove whatever undesirable trait by suppressing it.

In Himiko's case they told her to stop acting 'abnormal'. I don't know how they handle Heteromorphs but the Heteromorphs have a bone to pick with Quirk counseling as they can't really hide/suppress their appearance.

Now... how expanding it might help something that doesn't work?

It can be that the whole expanding was a typing mistake, early on in chap 22 it was implied all the kids in elementary school receive Quirk counseling, so what does it mean to expand it if all the kids have access to it when they turn 6?

Or it can be that 'expanding' refers to expanding the resources put into Quirk counseling. If more people work at it with more time they might figure out which problems it has and help the children better.

In fact if few resources are put in the program, of course the program will rush to a quick and easy fix that will often not work in the long run. However, if more resources are put in it, people might put more efforts in helping the kids.

Said all this, Quirk counseling was really not well expanded or explained in the story, and mostly tossed in.

It might make sense for Japanese readers as Japanese schools have a counseling program (it seems schools in USA also have it but their own is different) and it turned out this Japanese counseling program needs reform so Japanese readers might see the Quirk counseling program as based on the counseling program of their schools, think it work the same and guess it also have the same problems.

For who's not Japanese, especially if they don't come with a school with a counseling program, the whole thing feels like something Horikoshi tossed in, left it mostly unexplained and generally showed it was bad/poorly working.

We don't see value in it because the story hardly showed us it had value (with Himiko it ruined her, with the Masegaki kids it didn't work, with the Heteromorphs it made them feel worse) so an ending that says 'yay, let's expand it' feels like they want to expand something that makes more harm that good out of nowhere... but again, this might be because we miss the cultural context in which said program is meant to be read.

Still, I really wish Horikoshi had developed it more because while it had potential, it mostly went untapped so it lost it's potential when it got mentioned again at the end of the story.

Thank you for your ask! I love to talk about BNHA! I hope my reply was somewhat of some help!

[staticofthetv]

Take two!

Favourite frames from the new B-Side chapter, featuring some analysis because I have coherent thoughts this time 'round :D

Beware, spoilers below for the B-Side as well as the manga

@veiled-bird that goes for you too, you're nowhere near meeting this guy yet

First up, I love this chapters art. It reminds me of when I was little and asking my dad to help my brother and I beat the last level of episode 3 in lego star wars tcs

Also the chapter title? I have so many thoughts, they'll be discussed more in depth further down but they will be discussed /pos

Numbers weapon 1 mention!! I'm very excited to (hopefully) get more lore about it. Although I am curious if it's like a contact lens or something, I thought it was closer to a surgical implant or maybe some weird side effect from using numbers weapon 1. Mostly because I don't think he's been drawn with normal eyes yet in the manga (at least from what I remember)

Either way very much hoping we get some more numbers weapon 1 lore in this :)

This whole scene but specifically "what good does a test proving I'm abnormal do" hits so hard, especially as someone diagnosed with ADHD in my late teens. Having that feeling of there's something wrong with me for so long and being brushed off every time because I didn't act like the stereotypical 10 year old boy with severe ADHD (a psychiatrist literally told me and my mum i probably had adhd but she wouldnt diagnose me,) I did start to kind of give up on ever figuring it out.

Narumi was incredibly relatable to me in the main manga (not because I'm a badass, I'm very lame lmao) because of the behaviours he exhibits, hyperfocusing on games, constant dopamine seeking (through videogames and online shopping,) needing to be fiddling with something to better process the information being given out, etc.

Narumi is also incredibly smart, its stated explicitly that he got top scores in the entrance exam and I can't imagine those tests are anywhere near easy. It gives neurodivergent kid being told they just need to apply themselves to do better in school/make friends/just function in a neurotypical way in general.

This also comes from his being kicked out of several orphanages, and then even after joining the defence force (especially after being told by Isao that they take anyone that can show skills and results) getting kicked out by the second division and every platoon in the first until he ends up under hasegawa. Considering the title too this is 100% supposed to read as the classic "troubled kid" (many of which are neurodivergent) that not many are willing to put effort into helping. Isao is giving him a way out of the life of having no home to go back to, only to be struck with the threat of getting kicked out once again a year later. Narumi is a very skilled and capable fighter and no one in their right mind would argue with that and it once again all comes down to being labelled as too difficult, hard to work with, never paying attention

This chapter just hits so close to home with me

Baby Mina!! I know there's a decent amount if it in the manga but it's still weird to see her with short hair. I love her so much

There are many more words of appreciation I have but all thought went into dissecting Narumi's character lol

And so being kicked around by hasegawa begins

I love his face here, top tier expression

And here we see Isao solidifying the thought of skill and results being all that matters, there's no way Isao was going to let Narumi get kicked out, especially not after showing aptitude for handling numbers weapon 1. I like to think at this point he does also care for Narumi, I think he sees a lot of Kikoru (or what she could be) in him and especially he sees himself in Narumi. And even though he's only ranked captain Isao would clearly fight to keep Narumi on the force (he probably already had to for Narumi to get transferred to the first division instead of just being dropped when he didn't mesh with the second)

This is also the beginning of Isao and Narumi's mentor/mentee relationship, Isao knows exactly how to handle Narumi and his child prodigy-ness and help him reach his potential as a defence force officer. I think that's part of why Isao shows little care for how Narumi handles himself when off duty, it may be that he knows he can't change Narumi in that way, it may be that he himself just doesn't care for all the professional decorum, either way Isao plays the very important role of being Narumi's main support while he's in the defence force (until Isao dies anyway, whoops.) Narumi needed a space where he could not only be himself but be accepted for it and have the trust of his peers and superiors that he would get the job done when he needs to, and whether it was on purpose or not Isao provided exactly that for him.

This also ties back into the earlier ramble about Narumi being the typical undiagnosed neurodivergent "troubled kid"

(Also the origin of what Narumi says to Kikoru ~9 years in the future :D)

Omg jaeger is canon? Kaiju no. 8 and pacific rim crossover when? /j

Another interesting tidbit about Narumi is his self confidence, he knows he's capable and isn't afraid to tell people that. He says playing support is annoying but what I see is someone that knows he can do better placed somewhere else and has decided to take that into his own hands. He won't get kicked out of the defense force but I wouldn't be surprised if he gets into a shit ton of trouble for taking Isao's words to heart and disregarding his orders, even though I do think he'll be an asset to the battle and perform better being closer to the front lines.

Poor hasegawa has his work cut out for him keeping Narumi in check (a captain and vice-captain match made in hell)

[smolbonbon]

I believe Old Moon is underestimating Nexus

Long ramble

Sure Moon easily reached the goals that Nexus took a longer time but I think that's because Nexus is still young and doesn't have as many experience as him.

Hear me out every of the animatronics from TSAMS, LAES and MAFS went through a kid-to-adult phase ish (aside from Puppet and Foxy)

Sun used to be the silly, energetic and optimistic animatronic. But as time went by he changed to be less energetic or optimistic and understood the world isn't always working out for the better. Sure trauma is also playing a big part in how he or the others behave now but I'm pretty sure it's also he grew up. Moon used to be also very energetic, fascinated and curious by the abnormalities.

(I mean he still is but way less than he used to if you compare it to the episode "When Sun and Moon first separated in Vrchat")

Similar thing with Lunar, Earth and Monty. (But I'm a bit too lazy to go into that)

My point is Nexus is still very young but his identity was always to prove and be the better version of his past self. He couldn't really do anything without the fear of being like OG Moon. People looked at him and only saw the bad shadow of OG Moon and I'm sure at some point he had enough of trying to prove himself. To fix the problems of someone who had the same name as him.

Many things NM did were for the family and he rarely got a thank you or was appreciated. And when he finally broke due the pressure/expectations everyone put on him, he fell into a deep hole of depression, psychosis and identity/existential crisis.

Well and there's Dark Sun he reached out his hand to help NM who was abandoned and hated by his family. (Understandable dealing with the consequences of his actions)

Dark Sun lets Nexus choose his own identity and gives him the freedom to experience. Dark Sun even immediately accepted his name without laughing at him or giving his opinion to it. (Let the teenager run free lmao) It's probably because Dark Sun is manipulating him but in Nexus eyes he finally has someone who is supporting him and doesn't judge him.

Nexus doesn't suffer from the pressure and expectations to be the better version. Everyone already sees him as the evil guy so why prove it otherwise?

I have the feeling that Nexus is gonna show Moon he isn't as incapable as Moon keeps saying.

"I'm not holding myself back anymore, Moon~"

[trevination]

I'm curious for marlie have you talked about how they got together? Or shared like a first kiss etc?? I'm actually so curious!

AHHH YESS!! well i havent posted about it but we've tapped about it on discord and AHHH its so important to me omg

okay so. they pine after each other for a WHILE. charlie has always known he's gay so he's just like "i wanna kiss this man so bad" but micah's just casually thinking "it feels like the sun has been brought into my life" and just. Not. realizing he likes him. charlie keeps trying to like hint to micah that he likes him and very casually flirt and show he's interested in him but micah is not fucking catching the hints, even as he's realizing he likes charlie romantically (and micah isn't like. scared or ashamed to be gay honestly he's like "that makes sense" but he knows how awful his life would be if people found out and he cant do that to his family). eventually, charlie's thinking like "oh maybe i've been reading this the wrong way" and he starts like pulling away from micah because he's trying not to hurt himself even more. and micah's just like "????? what? what happened did i do smth"

like u also need to know they are just casually So domestic and gay. like micah gets home from work in the evening and charlie is playing with rosie and messing with the twins and helping them with homework and making dinner. charlie spends Much more time at micah's house than his own (bc his grandparents are neglectful assholes who don't give a fuck abt him) and like. the number of times charlie has fallen asleep on micah on the couch or the times micah has tucked charlie in when he crashes at his house. and charlie subconsciously referring to the foster house as 'home' and charlie being the only person micah could ever be open with... ohh my god they make me sick

BUT back on topic. charlie isnt even being super distant, he's just not being as affectionate but its so abnormal micah's like "wtf" and confronts him, not wanting to lose the one person he has, the one thing in like he's so selfishly wanted. charlie is stuttering a bunch and trying to figure out what to say, because he cant tell anymore if micah likes him romantically but he's saying all this stuff about how he doesn't wanna lose charlie, and charlie stutters through telling him he likes him and-- as charlie's trying to explain, micah just realizes "I rlly love him" and charlie's stuttering comes to a pause as he's trying to figure out what to say and micah just... kisses him.

i imagine it's both of their first kisses, maybbeeee charlie kissed someone once in like middle school? but it's the first time there's ever been an actual emotional connection for either of them. sparks just fly. micah has never had someone to be so open with, weak around, and charlie has never had someone who genuinely Wanted him, who cared about him so personally. it's just. they don't even need to say anything. they just kiss each other and hug and lay down on the couch (this would def be nighttime when rosie and the twins (micah's siblings) are asleep) and just cuddle and kiss and giggle into each others faces . its so sweet and fluffy and charlie 100% cries

then. they wake up in the morning in each others arms and continue their morning routine. make breakfast, wake up the kids, charlie walks them to school then walks to the highschool, micah drives off for work, and they see each other again that evening.

sorry im yapping sm they make me SO SICK THEYRE SO !!!!!! EVERYTHINGG OH MY GODDD <33333 honestly most of what we think about them is. so fucking angsty like idk how much I've talked about charlie's jumping by the socs or what happens after charlie goes to college but... ugh. they mean so much to me they make me sickkkk

[just-jordie-things]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Megumi never found out why or when he got here. He just remembered that he got knocked out during a battle, and that he woke up in another world, one where curses Never existed.

It wasn't the strangest part yet, because somehow he wasn't living in Japan anymore. He lived overseas.

Now, he was just a normal student, not a sorcerer, not anything he was before.

But life was just as hellish in this world as it was in the one he came from.

Megumi knew what other people said behind his back.

"Weirdo"

"Emo"

"Asian kid"

And so on. That was, until one day, you walked up to him. You were the first one to act kindly around him.

Needless to say, he grew quite fond of you.

You spent hours talking togheter, and Megumi couldn't help the feeling he got each time you talked about your passions and hobbies.

The way your eyes sparkled, the excitement bubbling in your voice, the energy that bursted out of you.

He couldn't help but feel jealous.

Because, apart from sorcery, he never had any hobbies, or passion.

He never had time to think about that.

Megumi never realised how abnormal his life actually was, how many experiences he never got to experience, how much there was still to discover for him.

Until one day, where his world literally came crushing down.

You were talking to him like usual, when you brought up the argument of a new manga you were reading.

"It's called Jujutstu Kaisen if you're interested, it's really good".

"Jujutsu?"

"Yeah. Jujutsu Kaisen. I can lend you the first volume if you want."

Megumi stared at the volume in his hands, completely frozen in place.

There was no fucking way.

He then realised. There was a connection between the two worlds he had lived in.

In one of those, his life was a fucking manga.

His whole world. His friends. His life.

It was all the imagination of someone else.

A lie.

"Megumi? You fine? You look like you just saw a ghost or something."

Your words snapped him back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he muttered.

"I'ts just that I never thought you would have read this"

"You know jujutstu?"

".....yeah....".

You paused for a second, surprised by his answer.

"Soooo.... What's your fave? Y'know, your favourite character".

What was he supposed to say?

Megumi stayed silent for a bit, before answering: " No one in particular. Yours?"

He couldn't deny that he was curious.

It was probably Gojo, or Geto.

"Me? Megumi, hands down"

"What?"

Megumi froze in place. He was your favourite character. He was actually loved by someone.

"Why do you like him"

"Let's see..." You began " First of all, you can't deny it, he's Hella gorgeous. Like, dude is just too handsome to resist. His techniques are badass. And his personality and character development are amazing."

".... Really?..." His voice was almost whisper.

"I never met someone that liked Megumi before..." He then said.

"Really? He's pretty popular. Of course, not on Gojo levels, but still."

Right then, a new strange feeling blossomed in Megumi's chest.

People actually liked him. He made people happy.

But maybe it felt so good because he knew that you liked him.

He wasn't a hero. He wasn't even a sorcerer anymore.

But he never expected to be an idol to someone.

He never expected people from another world to love him.

Seeing you, right now, as you talked about why you loved him, was the best thing that ever happened to him.

Even though you will never know who he truly is.

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Here it is! My second Megumi one shot.

It is based on one of my previous brainrots.

Hope you like it!

love this so so much. comforting my comfort character is just so fluffy it's making my insides turn into cotten hehe

very well done thank you for sharing with us!! so sweet!!

[box-architecture]

An incredibly crack Students Benchtrio/Teacher Dream au, except its Benchtrio domming the hell out of this very tired man who would like to just do his job and take a long nap. Also omegaverse because you might as well add as much kink as possible.

(In bits and pieces shoved together because I originally made this a lot different and very small, and then my love went "actually what if we did it a little more like this" and now its actually a Whole Thing:tm:)

Dream is an omega teacher at a rich people private school. He's a lot more down to earth than most of the other teachers, can't be bribed with money and he doesn't give his students a free pass just because of their parents. He wants to teach his kids and he wants them to learn, dammit, now sit back down and stop insisting your father will hear about this.

Generally he's a pretty beloved teacher specifically Because he doesn't take shit and his teaching style feels very comfortable. He's always willing to lend an ear, gives good advice, pushes for students to think independently. Runs chess club, too, when he isn't burning himself out.

Tommy insists that he Hates Him.

Tommy absolutely cannot stand his awful teacher who demands he learn things and respect other peoples thoughts and opinions and isn't swayed by Tommy insisting he'll pass the class anyway. He challenges the way Tommy thinks, pushes him in a way no ones ever pushed him before, and the worst part is he's not even condescending or talking down to Tommy, He's Treating Him With Respect. Not like a dumb child who doesn't understand. Its awful. Dream was always so confident and an asshole and pretty and a bitch and Tommy would show him. Dream couldn't order him around with his stupid, pretty face. He was Tommy's teacher, not the other way around, and Tommy could do whatever he liked with him.

So of course he's gonna tell Tubbo about his plan, Tubbo's a good guy, he's Pack even, he'll help Tommy out. He has chess club with Dream too, right? He knows all about what Dream's like, he'll want to get involved.

Except when Tubbo agrees, he's not really agreeing for the reasons Tommy think he might.

Because yeah, Dream is the supervisor in charge of chess club, but no one goes to chess club anymore besides Tubbo. The students who usually went were busy this semester, or graduated last year, so its just Tubbo now, and it's a little…. silly, awkward, a little too serious, somehow, that it's just the two of them. But Tubbo comes to the front of the room and sits down with Dream at the bigger table with an already set up board, and they are In Public but there's also no one there with them and Tubbo Keeps Coming, and it's not awkward anymore, it's Good and Challenging and Intimate.

Dream is the one who taught Tubbo chess, when Tubbo got curious and went to chess club that first day. He was a good teacher for Tubbo, encouraged him and cheered on his wins and listened intently and treated Tubbo like a person inherently worthy of respect, something not even Tommy is always able to do. Dream is very much Tubbo's Teacher, His. Someday Tubbo would graduate and succeed at his personal ambitions, and he wanted Dream with him.

So Tubbo is in for a very different but somehow equally abnormal reason, and of course he ends up telling Ranboo, their boyfriend, much to Tommy's annoyance. Ranboo doesn't get it, Tommy complains. He likes Dream too much. Which is 100 percent true, because Ranboo is absolutely daydreaming, his class with Dream always has the sun facing their windows, making the sun shine on Dreams face and giving his hair a pretty halo. Ranboo staring staring staring longing to run his fingers through it. Imagining perfect, untouchable Dream unfurling like a flower when Ranboo touches him. A vulnerability he shows to no one else. The way Dream squeezed their shoulder when they were having a panic attack and made sure they were okay and their teacher was just So Pretty And Perfect-

Everyone is very normal and fine.

Rotating the day they put an anti suppressant in Dreams drink. How Ranboo probably distracted Dream by asking to speak in private while Tubbo slipped it in his water bottle.

Dream feeling a little warm, a little weirdly horny, but not making anything of it until the end of the day when Tubbo comes for Chess Club and brings his friends with him.

Dream jolting up because he smells Tommy and suddenly his heat is triggered full force. Dream's heat could immediately trigger from abruptly going off a suppressor, and Dream going into heat is the trigger for Tommy's rut.

And Dream of course would have been just fine going to the nurses office and then going home, but its after school, and Tommy immediately goes into rut and is Focused on Dream. But Dream is keeping the desk between them so Tommy needs to make a big show and Growl Lunge Snap Teeth at Tubbo and Ranboo until Dream darts between them and throws his hands out-

-and of course as soon as Dream throws himself in front of them to keep them safe Tommy is perfectly happy to get his hands on what he really wanted.

I think Tubbo should hold Dream in his lap while Tommy fucks him silly. Tubbo gets his hands underneath Dream's shirt and Ranboo cups his cheek and gives him little kisses even when Tommy gets growly because thats his job.

Tommy eventually is satisfied (young and eager but burns fast) and Dream is left still in heat and overwhelmed and He Needs but he should leave, he Needs to leave actually. Tommy is Tired and Satisfied and passes out. And Dream is still A Responsible Adult who will Leave Now and handle his heat Somewhere That Is Not Here Please God, but he's still a bit out of it and Needy and Tubbo and Ranboo…. take advantage of the Needy part and give him what he wants (touch and affection and petting his hair and sweet talk that makes Dream whimper because it feels degrading but he's also in heat and so the heat part of his brain says No Actually It Feels Good and he should let them take care of him.

and Tubbo will twist the situation much more expertly than Tommy's brute force ways and maybe even get Dream to say Yes I Want To (if he was in his right mind he would never agree) and Tubbo gets to "fuck him like he deserves."

(Something something Tubbo is absolutely a beta who thinks he's so rational and cool and calm and collected and a little cold. Beta stereotype of being Collected and Rational and not being affected by silly pheromones (like Tubbo doesn't have Dream on his lap sinking into his cock))

I think they should fuck him and then Ranboo should very carefully and gently pick him up and take him home.

Dream hasn't had a heat in a while, he usually takes suppressants, so it lasts for a few days, so of course Ranboo thinks he has to take responsibility. Its only fair after all they've asked of him. Ranboo will be the rational and advocating one of the three. Surely.

and its like a Friday evening so the school doesn't even notice until Dream calls them and tells them he can't come on Monday because of his heat.

and Ranboo is Very Much insane about Dream btw and very much ends up using his omega status as justification for A Lot Of Things like scenting Dream throughout the entire encounter, Constantly, nuzzling and purring and "Protecting him." and "Calming Him." Guards his scent gland, growls low and dangerous the one time Tommy tries to get his teeth near

Omegas Stick Together You See. They Look Out For Each Other. Very Normal.

Also something about eventually obviously Ranboo also Touches Dream but he can justify basically everything because it's omega4omega so it's Okay And Basically Not Even Sexual. "He's not sticking his dick in dream so is it really even sex you know." Like he isn't kissing Dream's scent gland and gently stroking his cock, gently playing with a nipple and licking into Dream's mouth on occasion. Its Just Normal Things™️and obviously if Dream is in Ranboo's nest its just gals being pals type behavior.

Dream is given one of Ranboo's bigger dress shirts to wear at his house. Maybe Ranboo even puts a plug in Dream to make his heat easier, kissing the marks Tommy made like you'd kiss a wound better.

Dream still has the instinct to hide his scent gland and to Protect Himself because He Cannot get bitten and be Mated he Must Not, but Ranboo is an omega so his instincts don't trigger and Ranboo can nuzzle and lick and kiss his scent gland and Dream might even feel Safe (and obviously Ranboo is very normal about this). Ranboo is Also normal about the fact that he thinks he knows how to pleasure Dream best because he knows what omegas like.

Dream, completely Heat Brained, quietly purring because He Is Protected Surely His Instincts Say He Is:

Ranboo who is filled with insanities:

Dream coming back to teaching trying his goddamn best to pretend everything is normal and treating benchtrio like nothing happened but Ranboo stays after class to ask a question and immediately takes advantage to step up and scent dream.

I think they should push Dream. Students That Have An Advantage x Teacher That Must Hide This Thing that happened and. keeps happening. Teacher will get blamed, Teacher will be The One Who Initiated even as he's being fucked on his desk by Tubbo.

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I think that Dream wants to say No Chess This Week and bolt from the classroom but he takes a breath and grounds himself, and Tubbo comes in as usual, but there's something more relaxed about him than usual, and Dream notes it and tries not to think too much. Tubbo is excited and happy and calling him "bossman" like usual. They're playing chess. Dream relaxes too, listening to Tubbo talk about his day and offering words when needed.

And maybe they can move on from this and things can be normal. Surely.

Except of course, Tubbo takes one of Dreams pieces and asks casually. "Have you really not had a heat for like, six years, boss?"

Because Dream had admitted to it, during the heat. When Tubbo was soothing in his ear asking questions about what he needed. How long it had been. Did they need to be more gentle with him.

Dream pauses and the flush is already creeping but he tamps it down and tries to just be honest and straightforward with Tubbo, treating him with respect like he always has.

"That's correct."

And of course Tubbo pushes. Why did he have it that way for so long? What did he do before that? Did he miss it?

And Dream keeps calm and careful, even as Tubbo begins claiming more and more of his pieces. This was a normal talk between a young man and his mentor, Tubbo was capable of being mature about these things, even if Dream wouldn’t go so far as to divulge his more personal life.

And maybe Tubbo is flaring his scent a little, marking the pieces knowing full well what it'll do. Dream is post-heat, but he's still a bit unsteady, and then Tubbo is getting out of his chair, knocking Dreams king over in an effort to get in close. He feels Dreams forehead and cups his cheek, you doing okay, boss? You shouldn't push yourself after all that.

Dream trying to push his chair away from the table and Tubbo crowding too much to let him. Starting to put his hands on Dreams neck because Tommy bit too hard, didn't he? I know he did while making sure to get as much of his scent on Dream as possible.

(maybe even being a bit jealous with the pretext of only thought and care. Tommy was too rough, but Tubbo wasn't)

And Dream protests and says he's fine, but.

Dream stumbles out of his chair trying to bail, but he trips and then Tubbo is On him, reassuring him that he'll help Dream with the problem even as he's pulling down his pants and stuffing him full. Obviously Dream was still having some latent issues from his heat. Tubbo would take care of him. Dream just needed to learn to accept help. After all, six years without a heat? His body must be so unused to it. Better that Tubbo take care of him, the way Dream always took care of Tubbo. He could be trusted.

Something something rationalizes it to Dream and something something guilt trips him into letting him fuck him because he let Tommy fuck him when he Needed it, and Tubbo Needs it, more than anything, and it's unfair Tommy gets a pass just because he's an alpha. Betas still have needs, he still has needs.

Dream being bent over an empty desk, trying to argue even as he's manhandled by Tubbo, everything suddenly moving so very fast, only getting to hear Tubbo unbuckling his belt before he's stuffed full.

Dream's cock leaking onto the empty classroom's floor. How Dream thinks it won't be a problem because Tubbo just wants to fuck him, just wants to fill him up, wants to satisfy himself with his body. After Tubbo cums it will be over.

Tubbo has other ideas though, and reins in his youthful eagerness until Dream spills over first. After Tubbo has filled him up and Dream sets on to compose himself. The shamefulness of seeing evidence of it staining school grounds.

Consider that as Dream's next heat gets close, Tommy picks up on it through mild scent changes and brings benchtrio over to Dream's house during his heat imposed break, barges in the moment the doors open, and demands to be allowed to help with his heat. Practically goes into rut again the moment he starts touching Dream

Or maybe, Tommy goes into rut, and has them barge in, demands Dream help him through it. you're my teacher, you're supposed to help me with shit.

Or maybe now they're synced up even, after the incident, so of course Tommy is going to make Dream take responsibility for "causing" Tommy's rut while he's in heat.

-But also Dream trying to be in control of the situation, trying to get Tommy to leave, it's His House now, he won't have Tommy Demand things, he's going to put Tommy outside and yell at him to go find someone else to spend his rut with him.

Tommy obviously doesn't let him and Pushes and Demands and Dream starts backing up and it goes from "Tommy No" to "Tommy please", pleading and trying to negotiate, and then to "Just- Just be gentle this time, Tommy. Please"

And thinking demon thoughts about Dream being a little scared and panicked because Tommy Was So Rough Last Time and he doesn't want to take it again, Tommy didn't make it feel that good, can't they just leave him alone.

Dream being helpless Dream begging for kindness, his scent becoming sour and fearful and stressed and its a hundred times worst on his heat because he's supposed to be safe during heat. He needs to be taken care of, not bruised and bitten without sweetness. Tubbo and Ranboo becoming tenser and tenser the farther Dream's scent twists into FearTerrorPain, bristling and up in the arms the moment Dreams begging for gentleness like he was going to be hurt and left to rot. And Tommy doesn't even get halfway through his lunge before Tubbo is slamming into him and pinning him to the floor. Tying him up while Dream clings to Ranboo and comes back down.

Ranboo growling at Tommy when he thrashes and pulling Dream closer. Dream nuzzling almost mindlessly and chirping so soft it makes all three of them zero in

and Tubbo and Ranboo take care of Dream while Tommy has to watch and be helpless to do anything. Thrashing and being feverish in his rut, Needing to knot someone, Needing to knot Dream. Being delirious with it, trying to bargain and then resorting to pleading.

Tubbo make a show out of it to Tommy. Fucks Dream from somewhere Tommy can see Almost Everything. Makes sure to make Tommy fucking feral by making him watch as he enters Dream over and over again. How he can't do anything But watch, how Tubbo treats it as a kindness and something Tommy is lucky to be able to witness after What He Did. How Tommy's cock leaks and how his rut fogged brain makes his hips spasm in his restrains, whining desperate and needy to fill Dream's hole

(Years of repressed resentment at people treating him as less than Tommy for not being an Alpha. But Tubbo is the one who's making their omega feel safe, kissing the bruises that Tommy left and proving himself to be the one Dream goes to. (Dream might be theirs, but Tubbo feels Dream curl around him and feels the glow of triumph. His.))

Eventually they'll let Tommy fuck Dream (after Tubbo has filled him up) with the condition that Dream is the one that rides him.

Something about Dream eventually sinking himself into Tommy's knot while Tommy thrusts into him, shallow and desperate. Dream whimpering from the stretch but biting his lip and trying to stay still while waiting for it to come down, but having the need for another orgasm build again. not being able to stop himself from shallowly moving his hips and making Tommy groan.

Tommy isn't allowed to bruise or bite until the old ones have faded and he can prove himself to be Gentler.

Tubbo coming up from behind to scent Dream. understanding he needs to cum again and circling his stretched rim with his fingers to make Dream whimper, and then jerking him off while whispering filthy things in his ear.

I think that Tubbo barks at Tommy to stop being so pushy even when he's tied down and Dream is riding his cock, because he keeps trying to thrust up, to control the pace, to fuck Dream as hard as he can

Dream's heat ends up triggering Ranboo's heat. I imagine he and Dream end up in Dream's bedroom in a nest that Dream had already partially made before Benchtrio showed up. Ranboo and Dream cuddling in the nest, Dream trying to keep him safe because He's Older He's Supposed To Protect but Ranboo refusing to let Dream use his body as his shield (like omegas used to do, back in the old days. The older omegas would protect the younger ones by covering them with their bodies, so they would take the first blow if something happened.) Ranboo keeping them both curled up and kissing Dreams scent gland and purring when Dream nuzzles his own.

rotated vaguely something about Ranboo wanting Dream to fuck him and fill him up and how Dream is vehemently against the idea because That's A Line He Must Not Cross, and something about Ranboo coercing/convincing him to do it.

Maybe something about how Dream helped Tommy through his rut and Ranboo now Needs this and Dream doesn't want to. Another way for Dream to allow himself to be used. Ranboo Is Simply Using Him For His Needs, Surely. Dream is just doing his duty. Ranboo tells Dream he needs to be fucked to have a clearer head to be able to fuck Dream after.

Because this will end in Ranboo being abnormal and spilling inside Dream. The others got to be inside Dream, but Ranboo needs to be there. Only he understands, after all.

Something about both being omegas and having to have each other and Only They Understand. Thinking about Ranboo (maybe not even being in heat) but using a hurt voice and Not Understanding why Dream won't fuck him like he needs it when he let Tommy and Tubbo fuck him when They Needed It. Dream is supposed to be their teacher, help them, why is he denying Ranboo but not the others.

(he understands very well, but he should have a little manipulation as a treat)

I think Dream is very stressed and helpless when he gets inside Ranboo. I think Ranboo has to encourage him to keep going, small praise and kisses where his scent glands are. Hmmm. I think Dream tries to get Ranboo to ride him to give Ranboo all the power, but Ranboo curls his entire body around Dream and turns them on their side so Dream is Forced to thrust and eventually get on top so Ranboo and wrap his legs around Dreams waist.

(Force Dream To Do It, Force Responsibility. Ranboo didn't just Take until Dream was forced to cum inside him, Dream had to fuck inside Ranboo himself.)

(very important that Ranboo babbles nonsense about omega cock btw)

And despite this Dream is clearly unsure and service topping and needs every single bit of praise, water in the desert. His heat making things even more muddled in his brain.

Tubbo fucking Ranboo through Dream btw

I think Ranboo makes Dream come, and then Tubbo gets impatient and pushes inside Dream without warning. And Dreams eyes are unfocused and he's teetering between Heat Brain are Focusing On What's Going On, enough that they can get him to say "yours. I'm yours"

Also I think Tommy should later be very pissy that he could have put his cock in Dreams mouth while they were doing this and "fill all his holes" But they weren't sharing.

Also. Tubbo noses Dreams scent gland and Dream whines, unsure and too fucked out. Ranboo has to kiss Dream and stroke his hair and nuzzle him.

Also also I think, beeduo wise, Tubbo is aware of Ranboos omega cock kink and during the threesome teases and asks if Ranboo is enjoying it, before thrusting in again and making Dream cry out as he is forced to fuck Ranboo a little deeper.

Something something after beeduo have fucked Dream thoroughly Tommy Needs It Desperately and.Dream is so wet from his heat and being fucked by the two of them that Tommy can fuck him fast and rough and This Time it feels good.

Dream can even encourage Tommy, praising him and telling him he can take what he Needs, it's okay. Dream Wants To Be Used. Dream telling Tommy he's doing so good, being so good to him. Dream is All His Right Now, To Use. To Have.

-

Kind of torn because I want to have demons about Tommy pushing Dream around and fucking him and using him, but I also want Tubbo to be really abnormal about Dream and to show off to Tommy how much better Tubbo and Dreams relationship is, how much better Dream responds to Tubbo, how easy Tubbo can pull and coax Dream, no matter how resistant, into sinking to his knees and opening his mouth for cock

I was thinking. Tubbo should- sneak up?- behind Tommy and put a hand around his neck and growl. Because Tommy didn't get his permission to fuck Dream. Tommy sneaked off when school ended to get Dream alone in his classroom. And Dream couldn't say no, just wanted it to be gentler, and to some degree it is, because Tommy isn't biting down quite as hard, not desperately plundering Dream like he had the first time because he Needed Him Never Gotten A Taste before.

He's not as bad but he's still Rough, and Dream whimpers and takes it until suddenly Tubbo is there, hissing and furious and telling him to be gentle, for fucks sake

(also at some point maybe Dream should mumble beta like safety comfort protection while shaking and clinging to Tubbo and Tubbo preens, darkly satisfied with how Tommy glares and growls and can't do anything about it)

really like leaning into the idea that Tommy's fucking awful. He's going to Take Dream because he Needs Him Wants Him Dream Is His Worst Enemy His Terrible Teacher. Dream challenges Tommy in class and doesn't flinch or let him just pass by school. Its infuriating and Tommy is obsessed..

Everyone treats him like a silly kid, cause Wilbur waves off anything Tommy does and he can do whatever he'd like. Dream treats him like a person and gives him detention and is confident and self assured when Tommy tries to make his life hell and Dream wins, every single time. Its insanity.

(I think. Dream should have his long hair tied into a knot, especially in the case of Benchtrio au. And when Tubbo takes control he makes sure to undo the knot and have Dream's hair fall a bit messy. Dream's composure, undone. Dream open completely to him. Tubbo Needs To See The Vulnerability.)

There can be both you see. Tommy first, then Tubbo arrives to scold Tommy and tie Tommy up and he has to watch. Or/and Tommy is tied up because Tubbo knows how he is but he gets to fuck Dream after. The After can be a little while after, Tommy coming back for Dream and being able to be more pushy because Dream is still in heat and a little out of it from Tubbo having had his way with him. Dream wanting the pleasure/wanting to be a good teacher and give Tommy what he needs

-

Dream teaching the class that day when another instructor comes in to get something from the classroom and ends up chatting Dream up, flirting with him, putting benchtrio on edge with the way Dreams cheeks flush and and he smiles back.

And at the end of the school day benchtrio keeps him from leaving and demand to know if he was seeing that guy, what was he doing, what about them.

What do you mean, what about you? Dream asks, confused. He just wanted to go out for coffee some time, get to know each other better.

And Tubbo immeadietly protests darkly you don't even like coffee, that teacher doesn't know you like we do.

you don't need him, you're dating Us, Tommy says fiercely with a look that brokers no argument.

We need you; youre our teacher. What if Tommy goes into rut again and you're not there? Ranboo practically drapes himself against Dreams back, and Dream realizes too late that Ranboo is pulling back his shirt collar and nosing Dream’s scent gland.

Dream tries to argue that he is not dating benchtrio and that it's inappropriate for students and teachers to participate in those sorts of relationships, but obviously they're more interested in reminding him of his place in their pack

-

thinking again about how Dream was teaching, maybe using a whiteboard instead of a chalkboard, and how another teacher, or maybe a special faculty member, enters his classroom. Because Dreams class has a big storage area in the back you see, where a lot of extra stuff is stashed away that usually isn't needed, but of course, this is a special circumstance, and they apologize for the interruption.

And Dream smiles and says it's fine and goes over to help with the storage unit, instructing his class to continue with the activity on their papers. But benchtrio all watch out of the corner of their eye as the faculty member who came in- smiling just a bit warmer than is polite, a faint scent of alpha lingering- watches Dream unlock the closet with appreciation. Gets the stuff they need from it, and then lingers in the storage to joke and chat with Dream Stiffening as the teacher touches Dreams elbow, marks him a little there with their wrist. Dreams cheeks are a little pink as he shuts the closet. Tommy biting down on his eraser and Tubbo clenching his fist when the teacher comes up behind Dream while he locks the closet and almost Crowding. Claiming.

Dreams lack of suppressants now had made some of the faculty a little bolder, a little horny-dumb.

And Dream, for all that he looks tired and rough some days from his erratic sleep schedule, is still a very pretty man.

And I think that the teacher might have stayed the rest of the hour, flirting and scenting him and making Dreams cheeks go from pink to red, but Ranboo abruptly demands that Dream come help him with his writing, its Important, he needs Guidance, and Dream apologetically turns away and goes back to teaching. The other teacher grins crookedly and waves and says they'll be by later when school ends to return what they've borrowed.

Ranboo, while Dream leans over and looks at his paper, rubs his hand and wrist against Dreams elbow, covering the intruders scent with his own. Dreams breath quickens for a moment, but he stays composed.

And of course, it's chess after school that day. Tubbo rushes to pack his bag and head over because Absolutely Fucking Not. Some asshole was not going to take his beloved mentor just because they were a shit alpha who thought they were worthy of fucking Dream now that he smelled more omega. They didn't deserve to have Dream, they didn't know anything about him, not like Tubbo did. They wouldn't know how to take care of him, and benchtrio could do it better anyway.

He steps into the classroom to find that the teacher had apparently went to find Dream a little early, during last period. A small ribbon of hair had fallen out of Dreams bun during the day, and the other faculty was being Oh So Polite as to tuck it behind his ear, cupping his cheek as they finish. Pretty carnation reds are blooming across his cheeks, and it would be a pleasurable sight if it wasn't for the alpha obviously enveloping his mentor in the most desperate, pathetic "fuck me" pheromones, like they thought they could get Dream on his knees then are there.

Tubbo icily says that it's chess club time, getting close and setting his bag down at their special table with a loud thump. The teacher is obviously annoyed, and Dream looks embarrassed at being found like this and ready to scold, but the teacher shrugs and says Another Time. Maybe even kisses Dreams hand or cheek before leaving.

The door shuts with a neat little snck!

Dream turns and goes over to Their Special Table, already gently scolding Tubbo about being more respectful to the other school faculty, when Tubbo seizes him and slams their mouths together. He's burying his hands in Dreams hair and pulling it out of it's bun, brushing his hands through until the parts touched by the intruder were free of their cloying scent. Dream whimpers faint protests, but Tubbo demands entry to his mouth, so he gives in, and Tubbo makes a noise of approval. When he's finally satisfied with his claim (aka he needs to fucking breathe) he lets go. Dream is looking at him with wide eyes, lips puffy and red, disheveled, owned.

And of course, that's when Tommy and Ranboo burst in too, having been far behind Tubbo in thought process.

And it takes no time at for Tubbo to tell them the faculty member was trying to fuck Dream, seducing him. And Ranboo is immeadietly behind Dream and nuzzling their nose into his nape, feeling up his body- purely to fix the scent marks, of course- and chirring, are you okay? Omega? Im here

That Awful Alpha Is Gone Now. Omegas look out for each other, of course.

Dreams protests that he's fine go ignored. It doesn't matter that he insists he's an adult able to have a rational conversation with a coworker, it doesn't matter that Dream was taller, stronger than that other man, that there had never been any actual danger. Surely If They Hadn't Gotten There In Time He'd Be Pinned Against The Wall.

Also since I'm still thinking about this: Dream definitely tries to get control back by saying it wasn't any of their business who he decided to talk to or date.

He isn't actually interested in the guy like that, at most he was hopeful for a work friend, but he was also very aware that the guy was interested in him. Even if he wasn't The Most Comfortable with the idea, he could be someone to fuck Dream through his next heat, because Surely Dream Can Stop Benchtrio From Trying To Get Involved With Him, Surely.

It wasn't ideal, but his students were on the cusp of growing up, Surely they just needed a gentle nudging to understand that their teacher was not someone they could have this kind of relationship with. They'd graduate soon anyway, and then they'd leave him behind, so it really was for the best that they stopped attempting to claim him.

He doesn't say that last part out loud though.

Doesn't mention how it was very likely they'd all leave town to go find themselves, far beyond where Dream was. How this obsession was temporary, Dream was temporary. Just reiterates that they're Students and he's their Teacher, this was Poor Conduct and Inappropriate

And of course, all three of them are displeased with the idea of Dream dating someone else and looking for dates or for someone to help him with his heat.

"You're dating us, not him. No one else gets to have you." Tommy says with a scowl, before Ranboo starts unbuttoning Dreams shirt.

I think Dream, very briefly, pleads with Tubbo. Hoping to appeal to him, to Understand. And Tubbo sees Dream Asking Begging Relying On Him, the way Tubbo always wanted, and needs to stick his cock in Dreams hole. Orders Ranboo to lay him down on Their Special Table so Tubbo can unbuckle him.

Also I think Tommy argues that he should be the one to fuck Dream first because he brought the lube. Maybe even shoves a finger into Dreams hole and starts stretching him.

Dream crying out and trying to squirm away, only for Ranboo to kneel down and start kissing him, holding Dream’s face and licking into his mouth gently as if to comfort him while Tubbo and Tommy argue

Could also have Ranboo stand up and unbutton himself, coaxing Dream into swallowing his cock, just to hold, Ranboo says softly, cooing and petting Dreams head. it'll make you feel better.

And Dreams mind shuts off briefly as he becomes pliant, eyes half lidded as he drools from the heavy weight of the cock in his mouth. good omega. Perfect.

I think Tommy and Tubbo should double penetrate Dream, Tommy and Dream laying on the desk, while Ranboo occupies Dreams mouth because "it isn't fair that they both get to have you and I don't."

he's being so good, taking care of their needs, letting them satisfy themselves with his body like a good teacher and a good omega and a good packmate.

Obviously they just needed to get a taste of him to calm down.

Also Tommy bites Dreams tits and sucks on them and it's very much a kink for him because look at him. That boy has Some Sort Of Mommy Issues/Kink.

Dream ever since the start has been scolding him and holding him accountable and being a stable adult where Tommy had none. Tommy is going to Fuck His Tits and make Dream get on his knees to service him and demand comfort and cuddles and Dream Is His You See

Which is slightly different from Tubbos "You're my mentor Mine and I want to be your equal and have you rely on my the way I've relied on you and I'll Take Care Of You" Tommy want to be taken care of VS Tubbo wanting to do the taking care.

More thoughts that haunt me:

Ranboo is obsessed with using Dream’s hair to get off and licking Dreams hole when he's slicking, and has a habit of Revering Dream like he's a pretty, sacred, and pure thing for Ranboo to covet and hide away

there's a marriage-like thing where people can form a pack and be officially together in the eyes of the law, because I felt like that would be a thing to allow for benchtrio to "marry" Dream into a pack and make him theirs when they're adults

Tubbo has a daydream about eventually taking over Schlatts company and using his power and influence to ask Dream to marry him and quit his teaching job, because Dream isn't allowed to find another student to mentor. He's meant to be Tubbos Mentor Only.

Tommy wants Dream to call him Alpha and beg for him, AlphaAlphaAlpha, it's something that gets him hard immediately when he thinks about it. He has a lactation kink and wants to suck milk from Dreams tits while Dream begs him to stop.

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Also consider that instead, Ranboo getting fed up with Tommy and Tubbo arguing about who gets to fuck Dream first, and getting progressively more insane as slick drips out of Dream's hole, and wanting to fuck Dream himself because he never gets to.

thinking maybe Dream is already so slick and Ranboo's cock isn't as big as an alpha's so he just gets to slip inside him so easily. And maybe Ranboo losing his control a little because he didn't think it would feel like this he didn't think-

It being so slick and so easy to slide his cock in and out of Dream…. Whining as he presses his nose against Dream's hair and fucks fast fast fast into Dream until he's panting and desperate like he's never been before.

Too much pleasure all at once. Dream feels Too Good Ranboo needs as much as he can get Immediately.

Listennnn it's important that Ranboo fucks him fast and desperate and Tubbo and Tommy can hear Ranboo's panting and the squelching and wet sounds from Ranboo desperately slipping his cock inside Dream's slick hole.

Maybe Ranboo has enough space to get some fingers inside Dream too. Dream who has Also never had fingers and cock at the same time, going insane as he feels Ranboo press into him, calling him omega, cooing. Dream so fucked out he says omega back and begs for something he can't name.

Also I think Tommy and Tubbo should be looking at them both with Wide Eyes. Tommy is a little jealous that Ranboo got a turn first, but Tubbo preens because that's his Ranboo and his Dream. His omegas feeling good and happy with each other and in the presence of their packmates…

Tommy having a lot more insecurity because he doesn't feel like he Has Dream yet. While Tubbo is very confident that he has Dream forever because Mentor because Tubbo Is Capable, Tommy's tendency to oppose and fight Dream and "rival" him in class Vs Tubbo having that close mentor bond that allows Tubbo to "be on his side"

And Ranboo, who has never had the courage to try to get too close to Dream, finally getting to Have and Hold.

Tommy feels like he's never quite equal to Dream, is always playing catch up, having to fight and rival Dream to be heard and to be taken seriously while Tubbo can stand regal and calm next to Dream like he always belonged there

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I really want to do silly drama with the Dream Thinking They're Going To Seperate From Him Once They Graduate because Silly

Like. Tubbo demanding Dream tell him what he plans to do when Tubbo graduates. And Dream smiles tiredly and says the chess club will probably get new members from the freshmen. He'll be a mentor to a new student.

And Tubbo being absolutely furious because no, there wouldn't be another student. There couldn't be. All that attention, the affection and kindness and respect- that wasn't for other people. Someone else sitting where Tubbo sat and soaking in Dream's love wasn't allowed.

Dream could only have one special student, could only be mentor to one. His love was meant for Tubbo alone. Tommy and Ranboo are allowed to share with him, but only because they're Pack, they're Tubbo's, and they're not trying to take Tubbos place as Dreams most faithful and beloved student.

But also considering that Dream plans to get transferred to another school after this year, because he doesn't think he can bear to be there after benchtrio leave and go off to who knows where. Better to start fresh, he thinks. In another city, maybe.

And of course benchtrio finds out he plans to transfer and goes insane about it. Transfer means Moving Away From Them Going Somewhere Else They Can't Get To.

Tommy immeadietly demanding where are you goingwhere are you going You need to tell me Now. Ranboo pulling out the hurt voice and did we do something wrong?

And of course they don't seem to understand, don't Realize that they're going to be graduating, Leaving Dream behind.

And all this to say they fuck him until he understands he's being kept

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But also I wanted to talk about the lactation kink

Because i think Tommy sucks Dreams tits a while before they start producing milk

Specifically he sucks them enough that something in Dream assumes they're supposed to be lactating and begin producing it close to and during Dreams heats.

So a couple days before Dreams heat is supposed to start, Dream adruptly gets quiet during class, and benchtrio notices he's acting a little off. Which of course obviously is their business. (It's about disregarding Dream's boundaries and autonomy because it's more important to find out what's bothering him or what he's hiding you see)

I just want the imagery of Dream trying to hide his chest, begging for them to leave it be.

Tubbo pulling Dreams arms back while Tommy rips his shirt open.

"Don't look, don't look."

And benchtrio losing their breath at the sight of Dreams chest fuller than normal, leaking down his stomach. Dream turning away, trembling and cheeks heated.

"I didn't know he could do that." Tommy poking at his chest.

"You have been sucking on them a lot, Tomms."

"And biting them." Ranboo delicately circles a nipple, listening to Dream whimper as more milk dribbles out.

I think Tommy should insist that he Deserves to drink from Dreams chest, actually, despite Dreams panicked protests. He was providing for his Alpha, so of course Tommy was entitled to it.

Ranboo should coo and purr and tell Dream what a good omega he is, to provide for them.

Encouraging Dream to be pliant and submit. They were just exploring his body. They were his students, his pack, it was their job.

Dream wants to put a stop to it Now, wants to get his body to calm down and Stop This. No, he won't allow Tommy to drink from him. He won't.

He can't stop Tommy from ripping his shirt and getting his hands on his tits and Sucking. Can't do anything if he's backed up against his desk with Ranboo cooing and petting his hair and Tubbo making sure he's pinned in place.

Tommy eagerly taking Dream in his mouth sucking hard, while Ranboo delicately licks at his tit before raising his head to kiss Dream, letting him taste himself.

I think it's very important that when Tommy gets really into it he sucks Dream's tits in almost quiet reverence? He can be rough at first, grab Dream's tits and make Dream whine from oversensitivity. Suck hard and eagerly, not being overly careful with his teeth. But eventually he'll get a very focused Look in his eyes and cup Dream's tits more gently, roll and massage them in his hands to hear Dream sigh and feel him shyly arch up to push his tits into Tommy's palms.

Tommy will suck less desperately but with a focused intensity, make it good for Dream and only teasing his teeth to make Dream shiver, not to hurt him. Swirl his tongue around Dream's nipples and lapping at any milk that leaks down.

I think some milk should leak down Dream's stomach, reaching his happy trail, to then have Tommy kneel confidently in front of Dream to be able to start licking from his happy trail up to his tit and not leave any milk wasted.

I also think Tommy should eventually do it on purpose, have Dream's tit dribble too much for him to lap up and Have to stream down his stomach for Tommy to then lap up.

I think Tubbo might even help by squeezing Dream's other tit and have the milk flow free.

I think Tommy wants to see Dream wet, I think Tommy wants to see Dream struggle to keep his tits from just leaking and leaking, so full and heavy with milk made just for Tommy. Tommy wants to suck but he also wants to see Dream struggle, embarrassed and Full and his tits dribbling with milk and he can't Stop.

And Tommy wants to make a mess of Dream, a mess of his stomach so he has an excuse to lick, and he wants to feel Dream tremble and not be able to control himself with Tommy on his knees for him. Tommy wants Dream to whine and have his hips stutter and be so ashamed by it.

Tommy wants an excuse to unzip him and get his cock out, to hear Dream say Tommy doesn't need to, to not do it No no no always no, because it's indecent because they're in school because they are students and he's the teacher and they shouldn't they shouldn't no, and yet he's aching when Tommy gets his hand around him. Tommy wants him messy, to get milk to dribble on Dream's cock, to make it that much sweeter when Tommy swallows it down.

Tommy sucking Dream's cock, pulling off to kitten lick at the head, lapping up all the milk, and licking the length of it to make sure he gets every drop. He wants to hear Dream beg for it like he hasn't before. He wants to make Dream desperate and to force him to admit to his pleasure. Tommy sucks him off until Dream can't stop himself from fucking into Tommy's mouth, just once just- he needed it so bad. And Tommy pulls off to get up and unzip himself, getting a hand on both of their cocks and the other circling one of Dream's tits, forcing him to leak all over his stomach and slicking their cocks with his milk.

Their cum joining the mess after Tommy strokes them to completion. Dream's breath ragged and uneven as Tommy tells him to Look at himself as Tommy strokes them fast and messy between their stomachs.

Tommy has to get Dream slick and has to make him Look and has to force him to watch himself fuck fast and desperate into the slick tight heat of Tommy's hand.

And it's important that when Tommy gets his own cock out he crowds Dream close and that his hand is big enough to get around both of their cocks so that when they are both slick with Dream's milk Tommy's cock can slide against Dream's.

If Tubbo is sandwiching Dream…. while Tommy plays with one of Dream's tits Tubbo plays with the other and maybe Tubbo can get a hand on both of their cocks too, get to stroke Dream from the base. Maybe nibble.on the opposite side of his gland, needing to bury his face against Dream's neck because Holy Shit. And maybe rutting against Dream's ass while he watches.

He's This close to pinning Dream against Tommy to be allowed to fully rut against his ass.

(Ranboo is going to use this "lack of attention" as an excuse to hog Dream the next day, insisting that since it's the day before his heat, Ranboo should be with him. Should take him home, actually, he doesn't look well. Maybe his heat has come early from being fucked so much? But Ranboo will take him and get him in his nest and make sure he's alright)

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Also Tommy should fuck Dream's tits. Another time maybe. When they're in Dream's bed and Dream is whining because his tits are so full. and Dream thinks Tommy will suck them like he tends to but they're so full and heavy and steadily leaking much to Dream's embarrassment. And Tommy can't contain himself, tells Dream they'll try something different this time. Tommy wants to fuck between his tits and have the stimulation make Dream's tits leak onto his cock.

Tommy fucking Dreams tits and having Dream lick the tip of his cock every time it thrusts forward just enough to reach. Telling Dream to open his mouth when Tommy gets close so Tommy can cum in his mouth, over his face. Makes Dream lull his tongue out like a dog. Dream unable to stop himself from crying out, short and breathy, ah ah ah! because his tits are being fondled and messed with and it's So Much.

Tommy purposely doesn't suck his tits before fucking them to make sure Dream Needs the relief while Tommy is fucking them. To make sure the stimulation makes them leak but also to make sure Dream Has to touch his own tits, has to push them together and circle them and tease them and pleasure himself while being used by Tommy.

Has to push them together, making it tighter for Tommy. Forced to participate, forced to let Tommy fuck him, forced to encourage Tommy to fuck him. Making himself feel good and making himself be a good omega and pleasing his alpha. Wordless pleas until Tommy demands to be called alpha.

Ashamed that he's kneading his own tits and yet he still can't help himself from trying to lick the pre off of Tommy's cock. Like he's addicted.

I think Tommy should stop just before he's about to cum and make Dream admit he wants Tommy's cum in his mouth.

Make Dream sob and say yes, yes Alpha, please please please I need it, please don't stop

And Dream even tries to continue massaging his tits around Tommy's cock, so far gone and desperate that his shame is secondary.

Trying to reach out and lick the tip again.

Tommy's going to make sure to shove the head of his cock just inside Dreams mouth when he comes and watch Dream swallow.

Tommy hardening again and eyes wide because Dream opens his mouth again with his tongue out and whines, lost to his heat and wanting to be told how good he was. And Tommy knows now, Tubbo has drilled it into his head that Dream needs lots of praise, he makes sure to tell Dream what a good boy he is, stuttering on the words, Tommy's omega.

And I think he never really knows what to do when Dream is like this. Most of the time it's about trying to get Dream to submit and admit he likes it. Most of the time Tommy is pushing him to go down.

But now Dream is down. He's looking up at Tommy and open, wanton. Tommy can take what he wants without resistance, and it's terrifying.

And he's grown since their first heat. The thought of causing Dream distress like that again- especially when he looks so trusting- leaves a horrible pit in his stomach. Tommy won't betray him. His OmegaPackmateDream.

His instincts shifting from needing to Dominate/Claim to Protect/Satisfy. I think Tommy fucks him until Dreams heat calms down a little more, and then he buries his cock inside Dream and holds him close. And he feels a little silly about it, but Alphas Protect Their Omegas and cuddling counts, he's pretty sure.

Dream is purring softly, dazed. Sleepy. His scent is the most content it's ever been like around Tommy. He's falling asleep and shifting to take Tommy just a Little Deeper, and Tommy will BiteMaimKill anyone who walks through that door because this is His, you see. Tubbo may get to have Dream as his mentor, and Ranboo might get to have Omega stuff, but he gets Dream right now.

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Dream isn't at his desk when Benchtrio arrive at his class on Wednesday. Its a substitute, instead, some lady they don't know and don't care about. Tommy can't even hold it in long enough for class to start to start badgering about where Dream went. The sub looks a little bored when she says "I have no idea", a stark contrast to how on-edge he feels. Dream is a workaholic. He doesn't take breaks unless its required. So why-

Purpled doesn't show up to class. The debate team is going off-campus for a couple days to a big tournament. He'd been complaining about how one of the instructors for the team was sick so they might not get to go. But Dream would never have let that happen. Not when it meant so much to them. So of course he'll spend a few days wrangling intense 17 year olds before collapsing at 11:57 PM on Friday.

Of course, Tubbo is only able to find this out after Ranboo goes to the office and asks in a voice that has just a Hint of omega distress where his teacher is, did something happen? The only omega teacher at the school isn't here - and has to be reassured by the stressed staff that No, This Isn't A Conspiracy Or An Issue Related To Gender.

Tubbo leans his head against Dream's classroom door, after school ends. They're supposed to have chess club today.

Dream comes home and doesn't even get undressed before faceplanting into bed. He's So Exhausted. He had been carrying supplies and helping manage an event he wasn't even involved in, for Days, Overnight. He spent more time awake trying to calm crazy teenagers than asleep, and the sleep wasn't very good. The school asked a lot of him, for very little in return.

And Ranboo has an alarm on his phone for when the event finally ends and the group has driven home, so he pokes Tubbo awake, who calls Tommy, and they head over to Dreams apartment because They Can't Be Normal And Wait Until Morning, They Need To Know He's Back They Need To See Him Now.

And Ranboo unlocks the door with they key Dream gave them ("for emergencies" he said sternly, even though they all knew better) so they can slip inside. Its completely unlit save for one soft kitchen light, and Dreams shoes and socks have been haphazardly taken off and kicked in a corner.

Dream stirs a little when Ranboo passes by Tommy and enters the bedroom. Ranboo goes to him immediately and pets his hair, trilling softly like Dream was a sick partner in need of care. Cups his cheeks as he kneels by Dreams side.

Dreams eyes barely open, trilling back, before the scent of safety and affection reassure him its safe to go back to sleep.

Dream only feeling the beginnings of stress before its pushed down by Pack and Omega Reassurance. Ranboo feels triumph as he fully unties Dreams hair and kisses his mouth.

Tubbo is staring. He's still upset that another club took Dream from him, that other students took Dream from him. There's other scents on Dreams clothes, and dark circles around his eyes. It's hard not to feel bitter and resentful and… domestic, almost, as he sighs and gently turns Dream on his back to begin undressing him.

This isn't quite turning out how I intended it to when I was sleepily rotating. The whole thing was about how I wanted Tubbo to call Dream while sitting in his classroom and being upset because What About Chess Club/Our Time That's Only For Us, and Dream was real apologetic about it, but is also very gentle when he says He's A Teacher, He Has To Care For All Of His Students, and Tubbo hears other students on the line clamoring for Dreams input so he has to go.

And Tubbo isn't mad at Dream for doing his job. He knows rationally that this needs to be done. But he Wants, Selfishly, for all of Dreams attention, to be his Only student. Chess club days were for Them, so Tubbo could pretend Dream belonged only to him.

So when Dream comes back, he's a bit insane about needing his time, and makes sure Dream is on his cock, at least for a little while.

And the idea was that Dream would only be awake long enough to be wary of intruders before recognizing the scent of Pack and Ranboo comforting him and passing out again. And they would all fuck him while he was sleeping.

Making soft noises when they made him feel good, little mumbles of their name. Instinctively recognizing their scents, even while asleep.

Ranboo would cradle him in their arms and get kisses out of him, they'd all get a little insane as they undressed him, because it was originally to get him out of uncomfortable work clothes, but then Tubbo can't help removing his boxers. Can't help making Dream as naked as possible, exposed to his eyes.

And Tommy impulsively grabs a tit to knead, only for all three of them to go very still as Dream whimpers and turns his head away, still sleeping, good enough to eat.

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Also, a side thing I wasn't sure if it was a thing because I've been debating how Marking a scent gland actually works

Because I think it doesn't always leave a scar. You have to be in a committed relationship for a while, someone biting in the same spot, probably, for the mark to stay. It fades after a time, the way stretch marks do, maybe even vanishing completely if it wasn't bitten often enough.

Because I think, maybe, Dream was in a past relationship with someone (George? Sapnap?) And he has faint silvery marks from that, from Way Back When. The marks are clearly old.

Specifically for that feeling of Possessiveness from Benchtrio (someone else had him first someone tried to claim him) but also because I imagine Dream had this really earnest first relationship that he wholeheartedly loved and believed in, and it broke his heart when it ended.

Something something Dream feeling a little lonely. A little sad. A little unbelieving that he's someone who can be loved and wanted.

Something about how he can already feel his heart crack with the knowledge that Benchtrio are going to leave after the year ends, leaving him alone again (as they should, they shouldn't be focusing so much on one of their teachers. They have to go out and explore the world, not stay behind with him)

And something about how he can't even begin to understand the way they're fixated on him, can't look at it for too long, because it's Not Allowed and if they do care about him, it's just a puppy love, surely, they'll get over him.

Even though Tommy is obsessed with how Dream challenges him, obsessed with the way Dream is the only person who has ever bothered to treat him like a responsible adult who's both capable and should be pushing himself, because Dream believes he can be more. Tubbo getting to be treated like a capable adult and not a side act or a shadow of other people, getting to be heard, Wanted, being told he has potential and given the chance to Fufill it, and wanting nothing more than the person who believed in him to be Right There By His Side. Ranboo getting personal attention and kindness in a way he's never gotten before, while also being treated like a capable adult, and not just "a sad omega." Getting to have someone who Understands what that's like, who let's you be yourself, who stands against the world at the first hint of you needing it.

...Also remembering Tommy's insane mommy kink like Jesus christ. He really met the One person who was willing to hold him accountable and said "I need fuck you to assert dominance and also be insane about you forever. Tell me what to do so I can punish fuck you for it, and also tell me I did a good job afterwards"

...Tubbo inside Dream while Ranboo fucks himself on Dreams cock.

I think Ranboo suggests Tommy try using Dreams hair to jerk off during this, and Tommy thinks it's nice but he doesn't understand how Ranboo gets hard at the thought of it, seriously Ranboo? It's soft, but it's just hair

And Ranboo stops bouncing on Dreams cock to argue this with him.

While Tubbo rolls his eyes and whispers to Dream that this is like the third time they've argued today, before snickering because Tommy was mad that Ranboo stole the last piece of cake.

And Dream laughs a little, which immeadietly draws Tommy's attention, and he demands Dream suck on his cock instead, supposedly because "You can't laugh on my cock" even though Ranboo point out that it would only theoretically stifle the giggles.

imagery of Dream in an apron, comfortable homemaker clothing, being told to get on his knees and suck Tommy or Tubbos cock. Smth smth they spend a little bit role-playing with Dream as their special house omega, not for chores, just an excuse to be able to Free Use him at any time around the house. Bending him over the counter, the couch, pressing him against the wall. Ranboo takes particular delight in Dream bouncing on his cock while he lays in bed, before wheedling Dream into fucking him. Maybe Ranboo bounces on Dreams cock, while Dream whimpers and turns his face away, gripping the sheets tight and unable to stop himself from thrusting up when Ranboo clenches down and makes sure he feels it. Tommy probably has Dream give him a tit job, but also is 100 percent activating his mommy kink with that apron and pulling Dream in his lap to suck on his nipples. Dream eventually runs a hand through his hair, and Tommy rumbles, snaking his hands up the back of Dreams shirt to push him closer

Tubbo is going to this fancy school because Schlatt is his rich uncle, and is going to have him inherit the company someday. Tubbo daydreaming of the day he's CEO, able to grab Dream's hip and pull him close in his private office. His mentor can't find an excuse to push Tubbo away anymore, because Tubbo is a full grown man now, with a company, with the power to take care of Dream the way Dream always took care of him. And Dream can protest and make a fuss about being Tubbos former teacher, but it's a flimsy excuse now that Tubbo can press Dream close against the desk and nobody can stop him.

Tommy likes kissing like it's a fight to win, tongue inside Dream's mouth, practically tongue fucking him just to make Dream falter. Tommy like sucking on Dreams bottom lip until it looks bruised and puffy, and he's very proud of how fucked out Dream looks just from a kiss alone

Ranboo kisses with a lot of sensual intent. It's exactly that girl kissing girl energy where they're pretending they're straight but it's clear they're both really into it. A line a spit between them and heavy breaths, Ranboo licking into Dreams mouth and making sure to play with his tongue. Holding the back of Dream’s head just so he can thread his fingers into Dreams hair.

Tubbo doesn't like putting his tongue in anyone's mouth, and in his eyes the best kiss is one of lips being pressed firmly together, holding Dream close pulling him tight to his chest. He's very quick to move to hickies trailing down Dreams neck, sucking hard so that the bruises are obvious. When Dream starts protesting, Tubbo is quick to remind him that he's Tubbo's teacher, and therefore Tubbo can do whatever he wants with him

Tommy likes kissing like it's a fight to win, tongue inside Dream's mouth, practically tongue fucking him just to make Dream falter. Tommy like sucking on Dreams bottom lip until it looks bruised and puffy, and he's very proud of how fucked out Dream looks just from a kiss alone

Ranboo kisses with a lot of sensual intent. It's exactly that girl kissing girl energy where they're pretending they're straight but it's clear they're both really into it. A line a spit between them and heavy breaths, Ranboo licking into Dreams mouth and making sure to play with his tongue. Holding the back of Dream’s head just so he can thread his fingers into Dreams hair.

Tubbo doesn't like putting his tongue in anyone's mouth, and in his eyes the best kiss is one of lips being pressed firmly together, holding Dream close pulling him tight to his chest. He's very quick to move to hickies trailing down Dreams neck, sucking hard so that the bruises are obvious. When Dream starts protesting, Tubbo is quick to remind him that he's Tubbo's teacher, and therefore Tubbo can do whatever he wants with him

Tommy likes kissing like it's a fight to win, tongue inside Dream's mouth, practically tongue fucking him just to make Dream falter. Tommy like sucking on Dreams bottom lip until it looks bruised and puffy, and he's very proud of how fucked out Dream looks just from a kiss alone

Ranboo kisses with a lot of sensual intent. It's exactly that girl kissing girl energy where they're pretending they're straight but it's clear they're both really into it. A line a spit between them and heavy breaths, Ranboo licking into Dreams mouth and making sure to play with his tongue. Holding the back of Dream’s head just so he can thread his fingers into Dreams hair.

Tubbo doesn't like putting his tongue in anyone's mouth, and in his eyes the best kiss is one of lips being pressed firmly together, holding Dream close pulling him tight to his chest. He's very quick to move to hickies trailing down Dreams neck, sucking hard so that the bruises are obvious. When Dream starts protesting, Tubbo is quick to remind him that he's Tubbo's teacher, and therefore Tubbo can do whatever he wants with him

Dream attempts to go out on a date with a random guy, to "get over/ignore" his weird relationship with Benchtrio and to steel himself for the future where they'll graduate and leave him behind. The date is nice, if a bit boring, but the guy has the audacity to nip at Dreams scent gland when they're making out against the door to Dreams apartment, never biting down to leave a mark, but hard enough that Dream feels heady and an urge to Submit, and he pushes the guy off and curtly says goodnight because it's really, really rude to do that to someone on a first date. And yeah it was a fling, but Dream was a little traditional in that he wanted to be Romanced before people started touching his scent gland

he gets off on his fingers that night, unwilling to call the number Tubbo pushed into his hand the last time he wasn't able to contact Dream.

he feels really off-kilter about the whole thing though, feeling his scent gland for any marks while getting his class set up. Not realizing he attracted Tommy's attention the minute he walked into school with another alphas scent mark

Tommy is a bit feral about this. Pushing him against the whiteboard. Rutting against Dream. Kissing him hard and ready to fuck him stupid. He's growling and pissy and he can practically see that assholes scent on Dreams glad, and if Tommy ever meets him it's on sight. How dare he make a claim on something that belongs to Tommy.

Tommy licks the gland, unable to just rub his cheek against it until it was covered when it was clear he needed to prove himself. It's thrilling to hear Dream keen, before Dream muffles himself in Tommy's shoulder. He's shaking; Tommy is pretty sure he came- much to Tommy's delight

Dream begging Tommy to leave him alone, not while school is in session, not here. Tommy demands Dream call him His Alpha.

"If I do, will you let me go?"

"Yeah. Tell me tell me tell me now."

Dream looking helpless as he begs. "Alpha. My Alpha. My Alpha, please. Yours, I'm your Omega, please Alpha, let me go-"

Tommy goes absolutely insane and seems to want to continue, so Dream whines and tries to instead lure Tommy with a promise at being able to fuck his omega Later.

"Alpha, if you free me, I'll make it up to you tonight. I'll do anything you want. Ill be yours. My Alpha." Dream trying to make a show out of baring his neck and looking shyly to the side. Tommy immediately falling hook line sinker and agreeing, but not without one more squeeze of the hips

Dream doesn't manage to make it through one class anyway though before his tits begin to swell. His heat had been going to start in two days, but his scent gland being fondled followed by being comforted by the scent of His Alpha (he will deny the way the tension bled out of him when the his dates markings had been removed. His date was not pack, not trusted.) Had encouraged it to happen a little earlier.

Ranboo is a student nurse, had been ever since Dream had comforted him that first day an encouraged him. Ranboo really enjoys helping people like this, but he's incredibly alarmed when Dream comes to the nurses office with a distressed scent.

the head nurse is tsking in sympathy, leading him to a far bed in a corner and patting him on the back, before slipping him a device Ranboo can't get a full look at and shutting the curtains on the bed

is agonizing, not being able to go see Dream, especially when Ranboo can occasionally hear faint whimpers and gasps that he knows Dream is trying to hide

there's a schoolyard brawl though, and the nurse needs to rush to go make sure no one bleeds to death, leaving Ranboo with the perfect opportunity to sneak into Dreams bed and find him milking his tits using a device to remove the milk.

"Tommy's gonna be mad you're wasting that" Ranboo says with amusement, before sitting down with him to help knead the milk out. Dream let's out another noise, needy, and Ranboo instantly reaches out to hold him close, nosing his neck and purring

I think Ranboo gets tense when he notices that Tommy has been licking Dreams scent gland, getting growly and holding Dream more protectively. Tommy had promised he would do better, and that included not trying to bite Dream until it was the proper time for it. And his voice is tight as he cups Dreams face and asked if Tommy had been rough with him, too pushy

And Dream stills and hesitates and Ranboo takes that as horrible confirmation before Dream goes no, no it was fine. He was- fixing my scent. Another person had left their mark on my gland.

Dream being forced to admit to the date, to go into painstaking detail about the man who had pressed him against his door and kissed him hard, nipped his gland

I think Ranboo doesn't fuck Dream only because he doesn't want to risk the nurse coming back to it. It drives him a little insane, squeezing Dreams tits like two omegas tending to each other, kissing Dreams gland to reestablish his bond there, threading and tangling his fingers in Dreams white-gold hair, so soft, all while listening to Dream talk about kissing another man

Omegas look out for each other of course, and it was clear that alpha was not good for Dream. Not like they were. Not like Ranboo was

Something something Ranboo both being upset that Dream tried in any way to leave them, but also justifying it as Simply Omega Things That The Others Could Never Understand

But also bringing out the hurt voice, were we not good enough only to suddenly regret it because Dream looks horribly lonely and sad

"You three won't be in school forever, Ranboo. You have dreams of your own, you know. Outside of this place."

Outside of me.

And the nurse returns before they can have a real resolution to this conversation, and she ends up shooing Dream to go home because it's clear the milking isn't going to stop, he has a heat soon doesn't he? It's probably that, she'll let the office know what happened so he doesn't have to face all those silly alphas who can't look at milking tits without blushing

When school ends, Ranboo goes home to think and talk to Tubbo about what happened, while Tommy goes to Dreams place and clings to him with Big Ole Eyes because you said I could have you, you promised

And Dream is impossibly fond of his greedy, greedy boy, despite himself, and agrees, yes, I promised, you can

(Dream will have to make sure to remind him to be more gentle for any future partners, to treat them well. The thought aches, but he ignores it.)

-

…. had a silly idea. Ranboo has a twin (Ender) who is aware of Ranboo's attachment to Dream and does silly goofy things about it.

Ender doesn't take the same classes as Ranboo, but when Ranboo keeps going to Dream's classroom straight after school. He goes with, pushes it when Ranboo asks to go by himself. Ranboo is very miffed to not be allowed to go see Dream alone for Reasons.

Ender sees those reasons right away when Dream smiles at them and Ranboo can't help but touch Dream's wrist. Ender thinks this is hilarious.

He's going to make this Ranboo's problem.

Ender doing small, meaningless shit like picking a wildflower on their way to school to hand to Dream (Ranboo is infuriated).

Scenting Dream, touching his wrist right after Ranboo touches it.

if theyre identical twins, Ender makes sure to comment about it, asking Dream if he looks like his twin, does he look as good, does Dream like him as much?

Stuff that could be technically misconstrued but Ranboo knows dammit.

Ranboo finally losing it when Benchtrio find Ender cornering Dream against the desk afterschool. His arms on either side of him, nowhere to go. Omega's Can Be Territorial Too, Now Fuck Off.

"I was just asking for help with another class" Ender will protest with a toothy smile that Does Not Fool Ranboo.

Never Talk To Him Or His Omega Ever Again.

If Ranboo has a tail, he is whipping it around angrily while he holds Dream down in bed, because Dream had to go home with them so Ranboo could fuck his claim into him.

Zooms around you. I just think that the only thing that stops Ranboo from fucking Dream in the classroom is the fact that Ender Is There, and Dream is making soft cooing noises trying to comfort him, unable to help himself from trying to take care of his beloved students.

Ranboo being Very Grumpy but gripping Dream and allowing himself to be soothed. Wrapping his tail around Dream's leg and Glaring At Ender who looks entirely unrepentant.

He Knows What He Is Doing. Ranboo Knows What He Is Doing. Ender Knows Ranboo Knows What He Is Doing.

Tommy and Tubbo being baffled and confused and unsure if they should get involved. Because Ranboo doesn't usually like people getting involved in private family matters.

hmhmhm.

Please consider Ender bringing Dream an apple right in the middle of Dreams class because "you get lunch late, right? Here's something for everyone's favorite teacher."

And yeah, Dream is a well loved teacher in school, for his fairness and friendly attitude and how he prioritizes his students. But Ranboo bristles and scowls and tries not to tell Ender to Get Out. Because all the other students shrug and are getting ready for class and chatting about going home in a couple of hours. He has to be Normal and not fight Ender in front of everyone.

It's really hard though when Ender says "we omegas have to stick together." And smiles like he knows exactly what he's doing.

Also please consider Ender having a little fun and going into Dream's classroom after school pretending to be Ranboo, faking the nervousness and stuttering in all the right places, slowly approaching Dream asking for some help.

Except Dream calls him Ender and Ender drops the ruse, grinning and chuckling how'd you know it was me?

And Dream could say your scents are unique, Ranboo doesn't call me Professor when we're alone, has stopped being so shy and is a lot bolder now, coming up to me and rubbing himself into me and calling me His.

But all he says is "Im his teacher." And quirks his lips.

And of course he stands up from his desk and asks Ender what he needs, he's a good teacher like that. And Ender saunters up to the desk and puts his hands on either side of Dream and leans in a little so Dream has to lean back.

And Tommy and Tubbo are around Dream’s height, but Ranboo and Ender are Enderman hybrids, a head taller. Dream is very crowded and confused. And maybe Enders ears perk up as he hears footsteps hurrying towards the door, so he decides to put on a little show.

It's easy to put his hand on Dreams hips and squeeze causing Dream to jump and push his hands against Enders chest, commanding him to let go, that's inappropriate.

But Ender is already tangling his fingers in Dreams hair, blowing a breath against Dreams scent gland, smirking as the professor trembles and gasps.

It's way too easy to cause Ranboo a mini heart attack when he bursts through the door with his pack in tow, frantic and then furious as he pushes his twin so hard that Dream yelps from the way Enders hand tugs at his hair on the way out. And then Ranboo is fretting all over him, asking if Dream is all right, what did he do to you?

Ranboo doesn't stop growling until Ender leaves, snickering

Ranboo also doesn't initially let Tommy and Tubbo in bed with Dream, and when Tommy complains-

"You're our alpha, so you should know your place." Ranboo hisses, causing Tommy to flush, somewhere between indignant and embarrassingly turned on, submitting to his omega

Because listen. Alphas submit to omegas too okay. Tommy submits to Ranboo because. Because. The Tubbo > Ranboo > Tommy, where Tubbo doms Ran, Ran doms Tommy.

You See. Because Tommy in the dsmp kept trying to fight Ranboo for taking Tubbo's attention away, and Ranboo liked messing with him. So I think. Maybe Ranboo flusters his Alpha and teases him and pushes him in a way Tubbo can't until he meets Dream. And maybe Tommy tries to be Big And Powerful but Ranboo has a habit of riding Tommy and making it a playfight.

Sometimes you just have to fuck the stupid out of a man okay.

[eriexplosion]

Getting my finale predictions in before it airs.

Things I'm reasonably sure will happen:

Zillo Beast attack (obviously)

Emerie redemptive death (I don't want this to happen but I feel like she's got a lot to make up for and not much time)

I still don't think we're getting main character deaths, for a variety of factors (a big one being that Omega is worried about getting people killed and so more of her family dying to save her from a situation she put herself in would just validate that)

Continuation of that, Omega will demonstrate her character growth and play a big role in saving one of the batch, probably through some last minute connection with the force

Still think Tech is CX-2 we spent too much time on him this season for him to be irrelevant and no one else will have equal impact on the whole batch, especially Omega. Bringing him back will finally unite the batch and through that get them to a point where they can finally win something. This also pulls together the theme we've touched on this season that people can change no matter how far gone.

Things I just suspect/want:

Crosshair knows Tech is CX-2 and that's what he's been so cagey about. We know about the torture on Tantiss, we know they tried to turn him into a CX, but he still feels like he's holding something big back.

Couple other theories on CX-Tech: has all his limbs but his eyes are cybernetic having been damaged by his goggles, Phee brings back the line "better late than dead" because it feels like one just written to be a callback

Hemlock will survive the batch but all his research will be destroyed so he actually ends up killed by Palpatine for failing him in one last creepy appearance

Rampart betrays the batch and gets one last amazing scream in when the Zillo beast eats him. (Alternate possibility: he survives but is trapped alone on Wayland. In the distance we hear the Beasts. Maybe the Empire will bother to rescue him in 30 rotations. But probably not.)

The Commandos feel abnormally loyal to Hemlock so I'm curious if they're still chipped in some way - if they are, then maybe if they're unchipped they could start reforming Rex's resistance cell?

The batch helps to establish the path with the first people helped by it being our four force sensitive kids, which let's them leave soldiering behind while still actively resisting the Empire

Omega is given the choice to train in the force but actively decides that she would rather stay with her family, giving her a smaller and quieter future but one very in line with her character.

My biggest reason for having a pretty hopeful outlook is that a story needs both high and low points - we've definitely had MAJOR low points, especially in both the previous finales, but we've never really had a big win. Just little ones, small successes along the way but never anything that compares to the losses. If we get another big loss then the story stays flat, nothing ever Peaks and every single season ends on the same tone of loss. Three seasons of slogging towards a sad ending is a hell of a hard sell, especially since it doesn't really show Omega's growth.

She lost Kamino and Crosshair (again) in Return to Kamino. AZI sacrificed himself for her and only survived at all because someone else stepped in. She lost Tech in Plan 99, sacrificing himself for her again and she can't do anything about it.

So season three, do we really need to see her lose again? This time actively because of a choice she made? Does that show us anything about her growth? Or would her being Key to successfully not only getting everyone out alive (remember they're only there right now because of her) but in being able to bring Tech home and, for the first time all series, make their family whole?

This season has been sad, but it's also been about healing the scars of past seasons. Just look at Crosshair's arc. And CX-Tech brings us up to the biggest scar, the one that we've made no progress on healing, the one thing keeping them from being complete. If I'm wrong I'm wrong, but there's simply too much pointing to it for me to think anything else.

[agro-carnist]

Now that I'm slightly less in the spotlight, I'd like to talk about what has been going on and give my side. I'm sure you've all seen what has been said about me, but in case you haven't, this will include a discussion about zoophilia, zoosadism, pedophilia, and taboo kink/fetish.

I've taken several days to write this because I needed to clear my head so I could write something concise. I did not want to immediately write something too quickly that I couldn't think through.

I don't expect anyone to completely understand me or totally agree with my opinions, but I am writing this with full sincerity. I'd just like a little bit of faith when you read this. My positions are based on the science that I read, and I try to be someone that sticks to the side of evidence, not one of pure feelings or assumptions or what we think is common sense, even when it is difficult to understand or seems counterintuitive. I've always preached this principle on here, so I hope you all feel the same way. I ask that you read this with that in mind. Even if you don't reach the same conclusion as me, consider what I say and what I give with good faith.

All linked sources with restricted access can be read by copy/pasting the url or title into sci-hub

First, that twitter account is mine. The art contained on the twitter account is mine. Yes it is graphic. No I am not a zoophile, zoosadist, or pedophile. I understand this kind of art is disgusting and/or disturbing to many people. That is why I kept it on an account specifically for this kind of extreme art. It is why I don't advertise it. I am not secretive about my kinks/fetishes - I enjoy things like gore, noncon, and animal characters - but I know when and where these kinds of things are appropriate. Some of my art is not meant for a general audience. I won't advertise it to anyone and everyone to see because it can be upsetting to most people. That's also why I give plenty of content warnings and include the twitter censor that blurs the image and you have to click 'show' on to see. And that's why I believe posting screenshots of this material with my username, showing everyone exactly where to go to find this content, is irresponsible. I know the people that posted it think they're doing a service, but this is how children find content they shouldn't see. Callouts are how people find things they otherwise would never see. I, personally, don't think calling people out this way helps kids. I think it does more harm than good. My twitter was public but is now private because I don't want curious minors to look me up and look at what is on the account.

I understand that it can be hard to know why someone would enjoy erotic art of violence between animal characters without being a zoophile/zoosadist. But there are many reasons people enjoy taboo erotica without desiring it in the real world. About half of people experience paraphilic sexual fantasies, and the fantasies alone are not indicative of pathology. Deviant sexual fantasies are, in fact, "within the normal realm of human experience." There is little evidence that fantasy alone means someone wants to or will commit a sexual offense. Forced sex fantasies are extremely common. Violent sexual fantasies are not abnormal. Sex therapists and educators acknowledge that fantasies are not necessarily repressed desires. Sexual fantasy is not sexual desire. It's ok for our sexual interests to not reflect our moral code. Often taboo sexual fantasies are a way to explore how we feel about things, like repulsion. Humans are curious animals. We have morbid curiosities. Fantasies can be a way to experience something that would be immoral to act upon.

Why I am into taboo kink is hard to explain, and a lot of it I don't understand myself - human minds are very complex - but I can try to explain some of it. I enjoy exploring the darker parts of humanity. We're still animals and that means we still hold onto aspects that don't align with our morals. We have morbid curiosities. When we pass by a car crash, we want to see it, or when someone tells us something disturbing is spreading on the internet, we take interest in what it could be. Art is a way to fulfill that curiosity without any victims. Another thing is that it can be fun or therapeutic to imagine yourself in situations of bodily harm. That's probably confusing, but I like to explore what my body looks like on the inside, or what it would feel like to experience certain physical traumas, without the threat of dying. Fear and arousal are closely intertwined. The animal characters I draw are also very far removed from real world animals. They are sapient and behave very human. To me the only difference between them and an anthro furry character is the number of legs they walk on and the lack of clothes.

Because I draw this kind of content, many people are claiming that I am faking having ZOCD and my intrusive thoughts, or that my intrusive thoughts have turned into wanted thoughts. They say that if I really was distressed by these thoughts, I wouldn't engage with them through art. But my intrusive thoughts are about real people and animals. I do not have intrusive thoughts about characters. I watch movies and read books with murder, kidnapping, torture, disease, and freak accidents and enjoy these pieces of media. This does not negate the fact that I have intrusive thoughts about these things or the distress I feel regarding them. Someone getting hurt in a movie does not distress me. My intrusive thoughts include ideas of me or a loved one getting hurt, or me suddenly hurting someone. Intrusive thoughts target your fears and your morals. They make you question who you are as a person. That's why thoughts of real world violence are so distressing and depictions of violence in media are (usually) not. I fear losing someone I love, I fear losing a part of my mind or body, I fear losing control of my humanity and hurting someone, I fear loss of inhibition that makes me do things I wouldn't otherwise do. I don't fear hurting a character or a character doing a bad thing to another character. When I'm obsessing and becoming paranoid it's not over things that happen in fictional worlds. My therapist doesn't have to reassure me that I'll be ok if something bad happens in that fictional world. She does have to reassure me that the world isn't out to get me and that I don't have to act on a thought. Others with OCD might find media that resembles the content of their intrusive thoughts triggering, and that's normal, but not everyone will react the same. Not everyone copes with their mental illnesses the same way or has the same triggers. Most violent depictions just don't garner that same reaction from me because I don't have any moral qualms with fake people or animals getting hurt since they aren't real victims. It doesn't attack my moral beliefs that way. It may be upsetting to see, but doesn't make me fear for my or others' safety.

I love horror movies and haunted houses. I love the adrenaline and fear I experience during them. But I still metaphorically shit my pants at the thought of an actual serial killer stalking me and jumping out of a hiding spot. The difference is that the former exists in a safe space that I can leave and where I know it's a script. How I feel about a scenario in fiction does not dictate how I feel about it happening in the real world. To tell me that I don't actually have the disorder that I've been diagnosed with is extremely upsetting. So is to tell me I'm hiding secret bloodthirsty desires behind a mental illness or that I'm making OCD look bad by not having a moral conundrum about fake people or animals being hurt. I especially don't appreciate people that don't have OCD preaching about what "real" intrusive thoughts are or what I should or should not be doing while having OCD. The things that have been said to or about me have been undeniably ableist. And the distress that has caused me has just been brushed aside because I don't adhere to what people think I as a person with OCD "should" act like. I feel like I'm not being granted agency over my own experiences.

I am even being compared to some of the worst people like Kero the wolf or HypnotistSappho. I hope you believe me when I say that is truly disgusting and offensive. These were the kinds of people that belonged to groups for sharing material of real animals being tortured for sexual pleasure, or tried to start an organization to promote bestiality, or openly promoted zoophilia and pedophilia as normal sexual orientations, or actively abused children and animals. I have not done anything like that. My artistic expression is nothing like their real world, extensive and widespread levels of abuse. I am so offended that I'd spend years spreading animal welfare advocacy, including explicitly anti-bestiality rhetoric, only to be lumped in with monsters, like my art erases all the work I've done. How someone could believe I actually desire to torture animals baffles me. How someone could think all this work was just master manipulation to con everyone so I could secretly abuse leaves my head spinning.

I also haven't ever claimed that my nsfw art is a coping mechanism for my OCD/intrusive thoughts. This is an assumption people have made. Occasionally elements of my intrusive thoughts will make their way into my art as a way to confront them head on on my own terms, but almost always are not a factor in my nsfw art. Art based on my intrusive thoughts as catharsis I don't share publicly.

Yes, I enjoy hurting fictional characters. They exist in a world with no consequences. Nobody actually gets hurt. Anything can happen to them and nothing about the world changes. I have no desire to hurt an animal, because that impacts the real world. I have never looked at an animal and felt excitement at the idea of hurting it. I have never felt attraction to an animal. I have never felt the urge to make sexual contact with an animal. I have never experienced attraction to a child, either.

I am also being accused of being a pedophile. This is because I made a tweet saying I enjoy explicitly abusive relationships between adult and minor characters, but don't enjoy minor/adult ships depicted as cute or wholesome. People interpret this as me having a malicious desire to abuse a child. But here's the thing: you don't know why someone enjoys a certain dynamic. Many people that like to see abusive relationships depicted in stories or erotica are survivors of abuse themselves. Many people use kink as a coping mechanism, and the stigma of their kink play often hinders them from trauma recovery. Like I said before, kink and fantasy are not morality guidebooks. This also assumes every character drawn in ship art or erotica is an object of attraction to those that create or consume it. But even porn can serve a purpose other than arousal. Personally I just like these dynamics because they offer a compelling story and/or character interactions that can explore trauma and its effects and can feel therapeutic to work through.

Art does not exist in a vacuum. I don't argue it does. Art is influenced by its creator. But you can't look at the content of someone's kink or fantasy to judge the quality of someone's character. This is the position of professionals that study and counsel people. Whether or not someone commits a sexual offense is more influenced by that person's personality traits, moral positions, pre-existing positive beliefs about offending, environment, and negative emotional states. And, look, fiction does indeed effect reality, but there is little evidence that porn encourages someone to offend or results in more violent offenses. Availability of porn may even be associated with lower levels of sexual aggression. This professional report goes into great detail on sexual offending and concludes that there is no reason "scientific or otherwise" for criminalization of any type of virtual porn because it does not lead to offending, and may even provide a substitute for people that may otherwise offend. Even if you find that content reprehensible. Offensive art has its place and deserves to exist. That is the position I have come to based on the scientific evidence.

And I want to make another thing clear: I am not a proshipper. Disliking the position of one group does not make me a member of a different group. I have no desire to put myself in a category, I just have my own opinions. I also have plenty of issues with the proship community. I just now look at fiction and kink with more nuance than I used to. I don't participate in fearmongering based on knee-jerk reactions to media anymore.

Going forward I'm going to do my best to be more responsible with my nsfw accounts. Any interactions I've made with minors are honest mistakes. I genuinely don't want to expose minors to my nsfw or interact with them. I don't go out seeking minors to talk to. But I know interacting with minors through an nsfw account is serious, so I'm going to do better to police myself and always check that no one I'm interacting with is underage.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading. Sadly I expect many people won't read this, they'll just continue to repeat "zoophile" and "pedophile." But I really appreciate you if you took the time to read. I know many people really do want to be good and believe they are protecting people by engaging in callouts against people for their fictional interests. I think most people have their hearts in the right place but are misguided by the current culture. And I don't mind if you disagree with me, but I always want people to take their positions with the most information. I want there to be honest discussions about these topics, not naming and shaming people.

I might make updates to this post if I think of things I forgot to address. Like I said, it's been many days of my head buzzing and this post is also very long. I welcome any good faith questions or concerns. People that come just to attack in bad faith will just be blocked. I won't humor that. Please meet me with the same honesty I came with. I want to continue to do good.

-Agro

[shivstar]

Good morning/afternoon/evening, I'm very curious: Did Sirius appreciate/love Regulus? Someone mentioned that he appreciated him and that's why he left Regulus' room intact. Is that canon or fanon? I'd like to know more about their dynamics (if you don't want to answer this question, that's fine)

Hello Anon!!!!!

SIrius and Regulus's dynamic is a complex one. I don't think that anyone in the fandom has that strong sense of writing proweress to write their dynamic. Because the author would be either siding with Sirius or with Regulus. No one decides to sit and write them down as a neutral guy. This is similar as to most snape and marauders stories. Either Snape is the bad guy or marauders are the bad guy. Writing nucanced characters is not upto the capabilities of rooky writers writing fanfics. JKR, for all the reasons she gives us to hate her, has gone very above and beyond to add layers to her characrters. Harry the primary protagonist to voldemort, the main antagonist and everyone in between them has so many aspects to them. I wish to create characters like hers someday. She is really great in terms of character study and i would appreciate her on that. Credit should be given where it is due.

About Sirius's views on Regulus. Listen every elder sibling, sometime in their life experience this feeling of not being loved after the second kid came along. Every kid. It then falls upon the parents to guide them out of those dark thoughts.

THis is where i think Walburga and Orion failed. I imagine that if his parents really were loving, Sirius would have felt too conflicted to leave, especially, at 16! He MUST have no reason to stay whatsoever. And that includes Regulus.

I hc that Sirius, like every elder siibling at that age, wanted to explore life without his not so baby brother tagging along. So, in school he wanted Regulus to maintain distance. NOT because he was so opposed to Regulus's still forming beliefs or Regulus being slytherin. THat was all given to Sirius. He expected as much of Regulus. But he didn't want Regulus near his freind group becasue he had no time to babysit Regulus in front of his cool friends he is trying to impress as every kid at that age does.

Regulus was pissed at this. His elder brother not wanting to involve him. But that is not extreme. A healthy amount of aversion to being treated less important in comparision to these blod traitors and mudbloods. But he knew that at home he wins. He knew his mother and father loved him more than Sirius.

I hate abusive Black Parent HC. Walburga and Orion were results of years of generational unheathy parenting ways passed on among Blacks. But it didn't include hitting their kids in abnormally cruel ways.

They were decent parents.

Wolfstar and Jegulus guys treat Regulus's joining Voldy's as a result of parenting. And yes it was, to some ways. But it wasn't what they aimed for. Sirius clears that in OOTP.

Regulus being super close to Walburga made Sirius question his mother's love for him. THen he thought who wants to be loved by the woman who has so wrong beliefs. THis is the constant cycle of thoughts circulating in his head all his life. Even in adulthood, after running away.

I really like the idea of him grieving the absence of love from his parents. SOmewhat aimining that hurt at Regulus. And that causing conflict in the house of Black.

But he loved that little bugger too. His mother told him to take care of his little brother. He regretted not being that guiding force in Regulus's life but he also acknowledges that the bond between Regulus and Walburga was so strong that he couldn't have done anything different.

Sirius lived life with this duality. Picturing Regulus as the little kid he spent 11 years of his life with but also seeing him as this teenage boy who had voldy's moodboard in his bedroom. Reminising all the pranks he pulled and the couple of sweet memories he shared. But also resenting Regulus for loving Kreacher more than he did Sirius.

THem being typical sibling is very important to me. The antagonism between them was not becasue of war. Again i think that Sirius would have forgiven Regulus for being a death eater if he had shared a deep bond with him. We see him being okay with James's brand of cruelty. Sirius (except the shack incident) is never SHOWN to be actually physically hurting anyone But we are told and see that James was often engaging in act of mindless cruelty. I am not saying that he was saint towards snape but i believe it was more of standing by James, like he did in SWM, rather than actaully participating in senseless act of cruelty.

Sirius's brand of cruelty was in his words. He had a way just like his mother. Even in shack incident, he used his words to make Snape teach Snape a lesson for snooping around.

So all this makes me think that even if one single person in his family shown him love and understanding as James did. He would have not belittled them on their moral beliefs. Like you know how we often forgive our loved ones for whatever crimes they did becasue we love them.

I am sure he wouldn't even blink an eye if James asked him to hide a dead body.

But no one, including Regulus, could ever tap on that unlimited well of loyalty that Sirius gives to his chosen people. James won the lottery in this case.

So, I picture the Black brothers loving each other deep down but otherwise remaining mostly indifferent towards each other.

Chosing their own respective pathways without concern for the other.

Regulus's decision to become a death eater chalked upto Sirius's runaway stunt is wrong. Regulus believed fully on the bigotry. He wanted to be a death eater. Anything else is fanon....

[sanityshorror]

Heyyy, I'm not the person that send the original ask but I'm really curious as to why Julius is so against kids.

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[Part 2] A Summary of Why Julius Hates Babies and Children:

[Read Part 1 First] The number of the explanation correlates to the reasons listed in Part 1:

1.)

His confusion comes from Julius having no concept or understanding of childhood. At only four years old, the following all began: working in the coal mines (keep in mind Julius was born in 1874), neglect resulting in him having to fend for himself, severe, constant abuse and trauma of every kind.

This all accumulated in Julius having almost no memories prior to the age of 13, and even after he has a very foggy memory of his life. He does not understand children or childhood at all, let alone a happy one.

The ultimate result is confusion, that quickly turns into Julius becoming extremely distraught, leading him to lash out about something unrelated to disguise his true feelings, then run off and self-destruct.

2.)

Julius becomes extremely jealous seeing happy children and families because he never experienced a semblance of a childhood and he was raised in an incredibly abusive and toxic environment. He doesn't understand why some children seem so happy yet he couldn't have that.

His logic just makes the jealousy escalate to rage, his thoughts being, “The world – all of reality – revolves around me, right?! My upbringing was normal, right?! So why the fuck do these people with such a strange, abnormal life get to be so happy?! Why aren't they miserable and suffering and being hurt?! Pain is perfection, right?! How the fuck can things be so perfect without pain?! It HAS to be a facade like it was for me! …Right…?! Why are their smiles real but mine never was?! Why did I never get that childhood when I'M supposed to be the center of EVERYTHING?”

Julius can't handle thinking about it further, a mental block goes up, he forces a convincing and warm smile but quickly retreats – unable to stand thinking any longer and either destroys things in a rage once alone or more likely …finds some poor undeserving random person to take his rage out on.

3.)

I've never released this information before despite it being part of Julius’s canon for well over a year now. This is the reason Julius was so traumatized by having his children with Emily.

When Julius was 15 in the asylum, he wound up having a 16 year old girl as a roommate due to the only bed being open – and Julius being admitted in an emergency – the two wound up being roommates despite different genders.

To make a long story short (Hellbound gets much deeper into this however and explains everything, including why she had the thought process), he did not consent to her climbing top of him nearly every night for months. As we all know, bodies react beyond our control and very commonly happens to AMAB folks during unwanted sexual contact. Julius had that experience of his body reacting despite him not wanting it - which only made it more traumatic. His roommate very wrongfully had the interpretation Julius enjoyed it and she was making him happy.

Killian is the only one who knows and only because he saw the interaction. Bringing it up to Julius is just an absolute no, under no circumstances.

When Julius was 17, she showed up at the pub he was working at…with a baby. Memories came flooding back that Julius had suppressed because Julius had developed the automatic coping mechanism of shutting down and dissociating the second he was touched in an unwanted way.

Understandably, he flipped out and said she had the wrong person. Unnecessarily, he threatened to end her and every person she cared about if he ever saw her again, and flashed his pistol. Then immediately ran off to the place he always went when he was upset.

The experience was so traumatic especially due to all the abuse by Lucien he'd been put through while at the asylum as well was just too much to handle. The fact there was a living person out there – and now likely descents of the person – is a constant reminder of that time.

Julius lived in fear of ever seeing her or the child ever again – and now fears running into descents. He never did see her, the child, and to his knowledge has never seen any descendants of said child. All babies and children remind him of all this all too vividly.

• Again, I need to specify a few things:

And now you know!

A.) Julius doesn't hate teenagers; therefore this does not reflect how he feels about teenagers. He mainly just finds teenagers annoying and avoids them because of this.

B.) Julius doesn't target children or teenagers as victims. He avoids even being near children (as I'm about to explain) and avoids teens as I mentioned above. Additionally, they just are utterly irrelevant to his MO as a serial killer.

C.) This doesn't mean he cares about them at all.

D.) During his time as a human, he was psychologically and physically abusive towards his own children – though he was absent and negligent more than anything. He has not intentionally and/or directly harmed any other minors (excluding when he was a minor himself).

[burningfieldof-clover]

gold necklace

@clonexreaderbingo prompt: tech warnings: fluff, tech is cute dedicated to @ilovestarwarsmen725 word count: 793

You hadn’t seen Tech in a few days. This wasn’t abnormal. Sometimes he would fall into very long stints of being holed up in his workshop just creating and tinkering with things. You didn’t worry, though. That was his happy place. He’d come home when he was ready. Either he was hungry and ran out of food in his shop, needed someone to infodump to, or he just finally remembered that he missed you. 

This was all okay because you still visit him. There was a spot for you to sit and observe or take a nap just to be near him. If you did nap, Tech would sometimes drape a blanket over you, kiss your forehead, or even take a moment to rest himself.

One night he finally came into the house. He was tapping away on his datapad. His face was brushed with dirt and oil. You smiled. If Tech were to move his goggles even slightly, you’d probably find clean skin underneath. 

“Mesh’la,” he says, gaining your attention. “I didn’t realize how many rotations I had spent in there. Did you visit me?”

“A couple times,” you answered. “You looked like you were having fun.”

Tech looked up at you and smiled. His smile reached his beautiful eyes. He caressed your face and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I am so lucky to have you. I never thought I’d be able to find such an effortless balance between work and a relationship.”

The kiss left you with a dazed smile. “It just works out for us. You’re not the only lucky one.”

Tech sat his datapad down on the countertop. “Speaking of us,” he started while reaching into his pocket, “I have something for you.”

You perked up at those words. “What is it?”

“You must close your eyes.”

You did as he asked. 

Tech took the gift out of his pocket. You heard his awkward steps approach you and stand behind you. Raising a brow, you were increasingly curious but kept quiet. You felt something cross your clavicle and wrap around your neck with delicacy, ending behind you with Tech’s skilled fingers brushing across your skin briefly. 

“You may look.”

Blinking your eyes open, your hands raised to your collarbone to feel the item. You could barely see it. Tech grabbed his datapad then held it in front of you with both of his hands while still behind you. He opened up the camera.

Staring back at you on the screen is the hopeful gaze of Tech, waiting for your opinion, and the mirror image of yourself. You leaned forward to look at the necklace Tech has gifted you. 

The tiniest links have been crafted and laced together to make a beautiful looking twist in the chain. There is no charm or centerpiece to this necklace, but it shines so brilliantly. 

“Tech, this is beautiful! You didn’t have to…”

Tech smirks and you watch him do it on the camera still pointed at the both of you. “A lot of my projects have been to break down electronics and repurpose them for other things, and since gold is so incredibly conductive, there is a surplus of it in most items I work with. I’ve been keeping the gold set aside for future projects, and I decided to try my hand at making jewelry.”

Your eyes widened at his explanation. “Wait, Tech, you made this? For me?”

“But of course, darling. I hope it meets your standards.”

“Are you kidding me? This is incredible!”

Tech smiled and kissed your cheek. “Would you do me the honor of smiling, mesh’la?”

Since it was a rare sentiment, you obliged. You snuggled a little closer to Tech and smiled into the datapad’s camera. Tech snapped a photo of the two of you, and then another one with him kissing the side of your head. 

The photos were such a nice addition to his gift. He was being so affectionate that it was making your heart warm and your body melt. 

“Did you know that gold is the third most conductive metal? It pales compared to copper and the more impressive silver. They are not items I come across often. But, the symbolism in this necklace is that I have poured my conductive energy and intelligence into it so that you will always feel me with you. Especially on the days that I am incredibly busy. I hope that you get my meaning.” 

You nodded as your fingers brushed across the chain. Tech took a few strides away to find a drink. “Tech?” you called quietly.

“Yes?” he answered without looking over.

“I love you.”

A smile formed on his lips that you could see from his profile. “And I you, darling.”

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Forgot to add to the last ask- the otter comic says Kraw is a chimera, is that a natural species or are chimeras created somehow? Because otter grandpa said they're sterile and that happens to some non-natural animal combos irl. Also is his brother a chimera as well?

After just finding out about mayv and the way she looks, it made me think that chimeras are made by witches and not a natural species so I'm super curious now because why did somebody do that to those 2 kids if that's the case :(

In Hallowed Carrion chimera/Chimereals happen between two ‘primordial’ species that couldn’t normally mate, but it involves a ‘false uterus’ created by consuming the celestial body’s flesh. With Kraw it was his sea drake mother and Fury father. (They’re considered to be ‘primordial’ simply because they’ve been around for quite some time, live longer and are usually giants. Most modern day islanders don’t believe/know their kind exists, kind of like how we are with modern conspiracies of the ‘megalodon still existing in the marianna trench’).

It is a trait among chimereals that they are sterile. They’re also known by their abnormal growth hormones which causes them to keep growing/evolving for who knows how long. There’s actually a lot of prejudice held against them and they don’t often live in regular society like Kraw does, they’re usually considered dangerous and they’re often loners.

Most of this is only known because of Sylvaine learning about Serkan who is also a chimereal, albeit much older than Kraw. She’s actively studying chimereals through Kraw now. (He was actually very upset to learn he was sterile :(

And I’ve wanted to show more about Titus! It’s hard to balance my attention to everything lol.

Titus is also a chimereal. He was born on a specialized mill where they attempted to breed marine chimereals like him for hunting purposes. Most chimereals that come out of the mills end up dead, malformed or ‘defective’, so he was ‘lucky’. He also would have had the ability to breathe fire, but his flint glands were removed, like declawing a cat. He was kind of mean and he certainly had it harder than Kraw with Mayv. She didn’t even know he could speak when she first got him because his throat was fucked after they cut his flint glands out. He was about 7 when she got him and he was already known to be unruly/uncontrollable in the mill. They would have put him down if Mayv hadn’t come along. She took care of him though despite keeping a firm hand and eventually he came to see her as a surrogate mother.

He definitely got a jealous streak when she brought Kraw home. Mayv would often be fawning over how Kraw “came from the sea, so he would make such a great hunter and how beautiful his colors were and-“ blah blah blaaah. Titus hadn’t even seen the sea until Mayv rescued him, and he thought Kraw was just a little ‘flat-faced softie’. He would often goad him into fights. There’s a lot more to it, but eventually he and Kraw came to find their similarities, mostly through comforting each other through night terrors and exploring the swamps together.

Although Mayv also saw them like her own sons, she often towed the line between training them like animals and treating them like regular children. She was of course still very loving but it was often muddled by her militant expectations of them out on the ocean. Titus and Kraw worked for Mayv as ‘mer-hounds’, which are marine creatures that are trained to effectively hunt and catch mermaids or other large oceanic game, sort of like how some fishermen would use ducks. That was what the mills were breeding marine creatures for.

As of present day, a lot had gone down between Kraw and his brother, and a lot happened where Kraw had to leave the Shades as well. Kraw doesn’t know what’s become of his brother and whether or not Mayv is even alive. I do plan to get into that.

I can show you a sort of wip I have of him, but he might get a bit of a cleanup? Just because this is older art. I had planned to make growth charts for he and Kraw for a while now. Awkward teenage years and such.