#pulling my own hair

[cronchy-baguette]

double posting this comic bc tbh it deserves its own post.... thinking about how elphie was definitely crying after she runs off to hide somewhere following popular... what do the two of them think about afterwards....

[hinamie]

mentor

[lukashaaa]

tfw you’re trying to intimidate your colleague/rival but he starts getting a little too into it

Patho Fest day 6: Oppressed

[fyllophobia]

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

-> people stealing, binding and selling fics on Etsy, risking everything that AO3 has built since the Anne Rice lawsuits

-> AI scraping being everywhere and Gen Z seeing nothing wrong with using AI to "help" fanfiction or outright "write it" for them, while older fanfic authors have struggled for years to perfect the style you love

-> comments being down across the board and consumption culture being at an all time high. a fic gets 800 notes practically overnight and doesn't get a single comment (and sometimes I literally have to beg for comments/feedback on my fics when I know that hundreds of people are reading them)

-> me, grinding my teeth while pouring my heart and soul into a 40k fic that I know will be forgotten by fandom in a month or could possibly be stolen to be sold as a "novel": I do this because I love this. I do this because I love this. I do this because it's my passion. I don't want to quit doing something that I love so much.

[puuuders]

Me when me when I when I when me when

Tender — Terzomega Oneshot

2.3k words ~ smut

Tonight, Omega is the one beneath his Papa.

you guys thought my last oneshot was sweet?? i have been STARVING you guys for tender terzomega content. if ur one of my readers desperate for some love with a side of smut, i think you’ll like this one~

and yeah, the desire to write a subby omega came from a certain prominent artist often featured this blog. you know who you are. at least, you probably will when you read this.

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Before him was the ghoul, his hands affixed to the bed frame by a belt, kneeling on the ground, back turned.  He wore no clothes. Vulnerable. Trembling. 

But it was not fear. 

Two lively, vibrating bullets were affixed on either side of his throbbing cock, a teasing, unending bliss that was almost unbearable. He hung his head, though it was not obvious whether he was staring at his situation or shutting his eyes in concentration.

His back bore several sharp stings. Slap. One more. Terzo spun the crop in his hands, then gently ran it down his spine.

“Terzo…”

He tilted his head at the unsteady voice. “Hm?”

Omega paused, as if gathering the strength to speak. “May I cum? Please?”

Terzo smiled. “How sweet. I did not even have to remind you of your manners. But really, ghoul, are you already finished?”

Another sharp slap. Omega rolled his shoulders, hunching slightly. His fists tightened, wrists straining on the rope tied to the ornate bed frame.

“You are a big boy, si? You do not have to listen to me, do you?”

Omega shook his head. “I… will listen to you…”

“Then do not ask.” Slap. “Be patient.”

“Yes, Papa.” Omega shuddered, lifting slightly, tensing. Holding himself back.

“Perhaps I will let you cum if you say how many times I have hit you.”

Omega’s mind was foggy, focused on ugly, unsexy things to keep himself from disobeying Terzo. Polluted waters. Insects. Stenchful waste. There was no room for counting.

“I… I don’t… know…” he responded slowly, helplessly, moaning between his words.

“Disappointing, cucciolotto.”

Terzo touched him with the crop, which made Omega flinch heavily, but no sting came. He released a sigh of relief.

He chuckled. “Settle down. I will count for you.”

He gently glided the leather across his skin, counting each mark, slowly, from his shoulders down to his ass cheeks. Terzo bent down and slapped his ass himself. 

“Mmm…” Omega groaned, folding into himself.

“I believe there are eleven. How many should we do?”

Omega shrugged half-heartedly. He looked over his shoulder, finding the sight of Terzo a welcome one. He was still entirely dressed, though he was sporting an obvious bulge, and he wore a look of confidence and power Omega only saw during nights like these. He regretted looking, for now his concentration on the undesirable had been shattered by the sight of his delicious Papa.

Terzo grabbed his head and spun it forward, slapping his cheek a bit too forcefully. Omega shut his eyes tightly, close, so close, holding himself back with everything in his power. His nails dug into the wood of the bed frame, splitting into the wood.

“Please…” he moaned, almost a whine.

“Use your words.”

“Please… please, Terzo… let me cum…”

“Hm.” 

Omega heard his steps behind him, approaching him. He felt Terzo kneeling down, felt his hands suddenly feeling his torso.

“I will count for you,” Terzo said. Omega could hear the smile. “You do not finish before I reach one, and if you are late, I will not let you cum at all.”

Omega nodded, desperate.

“Ten.”

Terzo’s fingers slowly caressed his stomach, the V in his hips, one hand slipping down to cup his balls.

“Nine.”

Omega went stiff. Terzo played with him. He let out the faintest whimper.

“Eight.”

Anything to get his mind off this. Terzo was killing him, feeling his body in just the ways he liked, massaging him, pushing him to the brink.

“Seven.”

His hands moved upwards. Omega shuddered.

“Six.”

He held onto every number, trying to ignore his hands.

“Five.”

Terzo rubbed circles into his nipples. Omega flinched, falling forward slightly, releasing a pained grunt.

“Four.”

It was too much. He could feel Terzo’s erection on the back of his thigh, and it drove him crazier.

“Three.”

He was afraid he would snap the belt. 

“Two.”

So close. So close. Omega released his stranglehold on his own pleasure slightly, anticipating the end. 

“One.”

Omega panted, moaned, his tongue falling out of his mouth. He gave up control, relenting to the vibrations in his cock, to Terzo’s fingers, to his alluring presence, to the erotic stings on his back, to everything that drove him wild. He jolted violently, the bed creaking painfully as he yanked his body against it. He came on the ground, twitching harshly, emitting a short, tortured yell like he would burst into tears.

He looked over his shoulder. Terzo kissed his cheek. The bullets did not turn off.

“Terzo…?”

Terzo stood, smiling. Omega began to whimper. He hopped on the bed, stomach down, peering over the edge of the mattress, almost eye to eye. He kissed him, then slowly, ever so slow, he undid the belt holding his wrists to the bed. But by the time he was free, Omega could not do anything except fall to the ground, shaking, holding his own dick as it continued to vibrate painfully.

“Terzo—!” Omega gasped, tears pricking his eyes. He curled up, sobbing, overstimulated.

“Yes, carramio?”

“I… Mmm… Turn it off…”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please… Haah… Turn… it… off…”

“As you wish.”

Terzo fished the remote from his pocket, and in an instant Omega was granted relief. He gasped, his muscles slowly relaxing, still feeling ghosts of vibrations all throughout his pelvis. He shut his eyes, panting, gathering himself.

“My Omega ghoul… You did so well,” Terzo mused, squatting over him and pushing back his hair. Omega looked up at him helplessly. His hand rested on his cheek.“I love you.”

Omega inhaled slowly, a smile blooming on his lips. He reached up to grab his hand, kissing his palm. “I love you too.”

“Are you finished for the night?” Terzo asked gently.

Omega shook his head. “I haven’t satisfied my Papa yet.”

He took a deep breath and got to his knees, now eye to eye with Terzo. They leaned in, kissing sweetly.

“Tersoro mio, you are so good for me,” Terzo smirked against his lips, nipping them slightly.

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?” Terzo tutted, drawing to a stand. Omega looked up at him, completely enamored, entirely submissive. He nodded eagerly.

Terzo rolled his neck, then threaded his fingers in Omega’s hair. “There must be some good use for that mouth, hm?”

Omega leaned forward, rubbing his head against Terzo’s bulge. He pressed his mouth against it, licking the fabric.

“Aren’t you excited?” Terzo chuckled. “What is it that you want?”

“You…”

“Which part of me?”

Omega swallowed, looking up again. “I want to taste your dick, Papa.”

“Only because you are so polite, hm?”

Terzo let go of his head, slowly undoing his pants. Omega stared desperately. He moved to reach up, to help him, but Terzo took a step back.

“Be patient, cuccilotto. Hold your hands behind your back.”

Omega complied, turning his head away shamefully. Terzo stepped forward again, unzipping himself mere inches from his face. Agonizingly slow. Terzo reached in the partially open zipper, rubbing himself, bumping Omega’s face slightly. In response, he looked up pathetically.

“Please, Terzo. I want to be the one pleasing you.”

“Ask again,” Terzo glared down at him viciously, smiling.

“Please…” Omega begged. “Let me blow you…”

“What pitiful ghoul this is,” Terzo laughed, roughly grabbing his hair again, yanking it back to force him into looking up. “You beg for me to fuck your mouth.”

Terzo yanked down his pants with the other hand, and finally the prize was dangling before Omega.

“Open.”

Omega did so, his lips parting, tongue poking out greedily. Terzo slapped his cock on it a few times. Omega lifted his tongue, wanting to catch it in his mouth, his head still held back by Terzo’s tight grasp.

Terzo finally let him have it, shoving himself in Omega’s mouth. He hummed, partly in surprise, partly in satisfaction. 

Then, he was struggling to breathe.

Terzo laughed, holding up the remote that controlled the bullets still tied against his dick. He had turned them on, which had made Omega falter, spit dripping from his mouth, moaning at the sensation.

“I will turn them off when you make me cum,” Terzo said mischievously. Omega whined, glancing upward.

Determined, Omega took Terzo in his mouth again, falling into a bobbing rhythm, focused on his mouth and not his own cock, which was now twitching and growing into a measly half on from the stimulation. He felt precum dripping on his thighs, just as he tasted it from Terzo on his tongue.

Omega struggled to continue, his moans vibrating around Terzo. His hands moved to hold his dick, not to remove the bullets, but in a futile attempt to lessen the overwhelming pleasure. It brought no relief. It simply looked pathetic, him whimpering as his throat was pounded by Terzo, gripping his cock like it would cease to bring tears to his eyes. Indeed, he began to cry. 

Terzo moved to grab him by the horns, better able to thrust his hips into his hot mouth. Omega breathed harshly, the air from his nose blowing against Terzo’s body just to hit him in the face again. He struggled to inhale. He gave up breathing. All he could do was focus on his Papa’s cock, not his own, hoping that his efforts would bring relief.

Terzo grunted above him. “Good ghoul…” he huffed, “Good cucci… You feel so good…”

Emboldened by his praise, Omega was determined to keep going. He shut his eyes tightly, thinking of nothing but his love. How he wanted to please his love. How he wanted to swallow his cum. How he wanted to suffer beneath him always, just so he would pick him back up again and tell him that he did a good job.

Though, perhaps those lines of thinking were a mistake. 

Overwhelmed and infatuated, the thought of Terzo’s love in the aftermath had made him cum again, all over himself, still holding tightly to his dick. He tried to scream again, but he could hardly breath in the first place, let alone get the cry through Terzo’s cock destroying his throat.

“Did my pet get too excited?” Terzo moaned, tilting his head down. Omega ventured to peek upwards, his vision blurred by tears. “Too bad… I’m not finished…”

Omega felt like his body was floating, disappearing from him, his cock so numb from the pleasure and vibrations he hardly felt it at all. His body was so tense, but he kept his jaw loose. It would be soon, he knew. Terzo always loved the sight of him cumming too fast.

Terzo suddenly ripped himself from Omega’s mouth. Omega gasped, coughed. Terzo kept stroking himself furiously.

“Open your mouth,” he barked. Omega complied, his chest heaving, staring at his cock, waiting. Terzo jerked quickly. His face was erotic, lips parted, eyelids fluttering. Omega looked at him, crying, yet unable to stop himself from smiling. 

Terzo moaned, and ropes of hot, white cum smacked Omega in the face, making him flinch. The first few spurts managed to reach his tongue and lips, but some stray drops hit him near the eyes. His tears mixed with it, mercifully preventing it from stinging his eyes.

Terzo slowed down, angling his pelvis forward and squeezing the last few drops out on Omega’s tongue. He licked his tip gently, cleaning his Papa, swallowing it down between gasps. The toy was still on. But he would bear it for his love.

Terzo finally held up the remote, turning it off. Omega sighed, relieved, slumping in on himself. 

“Oh, my poor cuccilotto, are you alright?” Terzo squatted down again, once more pushing his hair back to meet his gaze.

“Yeah.” Omega nodded, smiling. 

“Let us take good care of you now, si? Can you still walk?”

Terzo stood and held out his hand. Omega took it, slowly rising, towering over him. He felt unsteady, yet capable. He slung his arm around Terzo as he supported him by the chest, and was led to the bathroom.

Omega sat on the lip of the bathtub. Terzo ran the water and stripped. Omega watched contentedly, always enjoying the sight of Terzo in the nude.

“Let’s remove these silly things.” Terzo knelt in front of him, gently pushing his legs wider. He carefully took off the bullets, revealing two indents in the flesh of his soft cock. Omega rubbed the tender skin lightly.

Terzo chuckled. “Do not worry, those will not stay.”

After rinsing them in the sink, Terzo disappeared out of the room to put them away. By the time he returned, Omega was already sunk in the tub, one arm slung over the side next to his tail, his head leaning back against the tile wall. The water steamed around him.

“The water must be burning hot.” Terzo sat on the lip and dipped his finger in, nodding. He shut the water off, then teased, “Are you a fire ghoul?” 

Omega grinned, grabbing his hand. “It feels nice. Get in.”

“No, thank you. My skin is sensitive.”

Omega snatched him by the waist and pulled him in, water splashing around them and on the floor. Terzo yelped.

“You are spilling! It is hot!” 

Omega laughed, sitting up and burying his head behind his neck, holding him tightly. He did not care. He only cared to feel him, to smell him, to have him in his arms. His Terzo.

Terzo sighed, settling down. “You are mopping that up.”

Omega hummed affirmatively. A soft sound, one that drew on long enough to sound, perhaps, like a purr.

“I love you.” Terzo leaned back, caressing Omega’s strong arms around him with delicate fingers. 

Omega’s heart melted. Now, he really was purring. This was his Papa. Nothing else mattered to him.

“I love you, too.”

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

More Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

(except these ones mostly have no actual source and just came from my brain :) )

⚠️Warning for some mild sexual content and mentions of alcohol! ⚠️

Teen: So did dying and coming back ultimately make you less afraid of death?

Lilia, taking a long sip of her wine: No, but learning she sometimes calls Agatha ‘Mommy’ in bed did.

*the coven, doing some spring cleaning*

Jen, who is perfectly capable of lifting it herself: Alice, can you come move this for me?

Alice, wiping some sweat off her forehead: Sure, Jen.

Jen, watching her from across the room: Mmm. Delightful.

Agatha, whispering in her ear: Pervert.

Jen, casually watching television: I don’t understand why TV producers have to put those warnings at the beginning of the episode, telling people not to recreate what they see. I mean, this guy’s trying to parachute off his own roof so he can steal fruit from his neighbor’s yard. People aren’t really THAT stupid in real life, are they?

Alice (a former first responder), lounging in her lap with her eyes closed: Yes, they are.

Lilia, watching out the window as Teen and Agatha climb up to the roof: Yes, they are.

Agatha: Are you two seriously crying over a cartoon meant for preschoolers?

Alice, wiping her eyes: No.

Teen, rewinding their episode of Bluey: Yes.

Jen, stalking into the room: AGATHA!

Agatha, rolling her eyes: What the hell are you upset about NOW?

Jen: YOUR WIFE JUST BIT ME!

Agatha: Uh-huh. Sure.

Jen, brandishing her arm: LOOK.

Agatha, spitting out her drink: Wait, what the hell- Rio, you ACTUALLY bit her?!

Rio: Her perfume smelled tasty :3

Agatha: Kid, we need to talk.

Teen, sighing: Are you about to give me a lecture on consent and safe sex?

Agatha: Huh? How did you know?

Teen: I’m not stupid. Did you really think I didn’t notice that condoms mysteriously started appearing in the bathroom cabinets when I started bringing Eddie over?

Agatha: What makes you think the two things are related?! Those could have belonged to anyone in this household!

Teen: YOU’RE ALL LESBIANS, AGATHA! WHOSE WOULD THEY BE?!

Agatha, who’s incredibly drunk: Y’know what I love about women, Alice? Kissing’em. Loooooove it. My mom tried to beat it outta me, but she couldn’t. Still a girl kisser over here.

Alice, who’s also seriously drunk: Amen.

Agatha, wildly gesticulating: Smelling her perfume, grabbing her ass, feeling her grab MY ass…TITS…

Alice, nodding sagely: Good. All good.

Agatha: Winding your fingers through her hair, pulling her closer…

Alice: Losing me there.

Agatha: What, Jen isn’t into hair pulling?

Alice:

Agatha:

Alice:

Agatha: …I now recognize my mistake.

[erinwantstowrite]

sometimes i have a moment when im writing where im like "oh" and that's in a sense of sudden 3rd person POV of what i'm doing (staring at my outline and not even reading it. just staring and thinking)

[metiredlr]

Hear me out. Goalkeepers that ended up being their team's collective gay awakening

[nestedfeathers]

woke up to the new poppy playtime chapter dropping, and personally its my favorite chapter so far-! CatNap is so cool

[idontmindifuforgetme]

In the most sincere way possible i genuinely believe that the love of my life is dramatically driving home from a bad breakup as we speak (like winding through big city avenues w the tungsten streetlights kaleidoscoping off the windshield and everything) and that a precarious serious of events will lead us to each other and that it’s just written in the fabric of reality idk

[hinamie]

itakugi sillies fr the soul

[sarcasticscepticles]

Raphael is the funniest antagonist in the game to me, he's a powerful devil trying to steal your soul and speaks to you in rhymes that he probably practices in the mirror, he has his own incubus that says he's a bottom only and bad in bed, and then you can call him out. You can go and rob him blind and then kick his ass in his own house.

You can ask some guy he had you kill if he wants to help you kick his ass, and if you convince him he'll go 'yeah sure I bet you'll win' while Raphael is standing right there.

[frongle444]

[BREAKING NEWS: GREAT ASTRONOMICAL DISCOVERIES]

teehee you may have seen this coming :3 i love these sillies especially margaret you go girl

(btw i havent listened to the ghosts of antikythera yet so no spoilers plsplspls :3 tyy)

[reginamillls]

literally just typed this on my phone without my glasses, but here is a quick bucktommy thing featuring Tommy's cat and Buck's curls

...

They're lazing on the coach on a day they both have off when Tommy notices it.

The TV is on, some HGTV show that Buck likes to watch because he actually has an appreciation for design that Tommy can't relate to, but doesn't mind watching if it's what Buck likes to watch. He's not paying attention to it, instead he's paying attention to Buck as he rants on about an article he read about deep sea diving, and how Buck's whole person seems to grow with passion as he gets deeper into the topic.

Buck's head is rested on Tommy's lap, his body stretched out on the rest of the couch with his feet hanging off the side because the couch is too small for two men their size to fully spread out. He doesn't complain though, and Tommy feels warmed by how domestic everything feels.

It's nice having Buck in his space.

Kira is on the back of the couch in her usual spot, sleeping softly. She purrs on occasion when Buck will randomly reach out and pet her and Tommy likes how easy Buck has slotted himself into Tommy's life. It helps that Buck spoils Tommy's cat as much as he does.

As Buck is scratching behind Kira's fluffy ears, Tommy is doing the same with Buck. His fingers card through Buck's hair, occasionally applying pressure to massage his scalp. Buck has mentioned before how much he likes it, and Tommy had teased that he was just like Kira and Buck didn't deny it. He was tactile and enjoyed the simple intimacy, and Tommy really couldn't deny Buck that. Especially when Buck would look up at him with a dopey smile.

His fingers catch slightly and Tommy looks down and realizes that a lock of Buck's hair is curling around one of Tommy's fingers.

Buck stops his speech about megamouth sharks and squints up at Tommy, trying to figure out why his boyfriend had stopped petting through his hair.

"My hairstylist is taking two months off," Buck bemoans, correctly guessing why Tommy had stopped. "I dont really trust anyone else to cut my hair so you're going to be dealing with a shaggy boyfriend till she gets back."

"I like curls," Tommy blurts out afterwards. He flushes slightly, his fingers still in Buck's hair. All he can think about is what Buck's hair might look like a few weeks from now, how his hair will look curled around his strong features.

Tommy thinks about how good the soft strands will feel when he runs his fingers through it-

How good it might feel to grip-

"You don't seem sympathetic to my hair woes." Buck teases with a soft laugh, taking Tommy away from his thoughts about Buck and his hair. It's then that Tommy realizes his grip had tightened on Buck's hair ever so slightly.

"Maybe it's not the worst thing," Tommy starts carefully, as he leans down and kisses the teasing smile from Buck's face.

"Maybe not," Buck concedes and if he moans when Tommy tugs at his hair as their kisses, that stays between him and Tommy.

Meanwhile, Kira just jumps off the top of the coach and moves to a different room. She knows when her human needs space.

tagging- @tommykinrd @tommy-evan @buckttommy @lesbiankinard

[ofswordsandpens]

someone already kind of said it, but it’s so fascinating to me that Percy enters the MOST life or death situation of his whole life and his subconscious response is to seemingly just start shedding his mortality/mortal restrictions

yes!!! like Riordan what do you mean Percy moved so fast annabeth couldn't see him? what do you mean he jumped 20 feet over a river?? what do you mean he took over a goddess's domain and then tortured her with it????

and its soooo ironic too because Riordan spends a good chunk of hoo scaling down Percy's powers but then gets to house of hades and suddenly its like Percy's on the edge of becoming something more than mortal.