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#yeonbin ੈ♡༉・dream affair (ao3) | text format au
beombams replied to cyeonj:
@sbunbuns he needs to get laid i mean look at that awful username
sbunbuns replied to beombams:
it was a homage to you i thought we were matching
cyeonj replied to sbunbuns:
you me dms right now
yeonjun and soobin develop an intimate relationship through a website for online strangers to connect
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when i was a kid i wanted to be a famous youtuber like dan and phil so that people would gay ship me with my irl best friend and we would be sooo weirded out by it and laugh and make videos joking about it but secretly it would make her realize her repressed gay crush on me and i'd help her through her gay crisis and then we would have a sickeningly sweet sappy romance and read fanfiction about ourselves together... anyways just found out she's married to a guy in the mafia now so i probably don't have a chance
#dan and phil fanfiction changed me#come into my lady door#and teen me saw that and went “i need to be that so fuckan bad”#i wanted to be dan but now that im a mature adult i understand that phil is better. phil guy 5ever nowadays#do i tag this as dan and phil. i still dont know tumblr site tagging norms and im like a year in now#dan and phil#dnp#phan
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studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.
#i'm sorry but unnnnffffffffffff. Hot. my humongous chicken-lizard wife <33333333#she's so majestic....#like. i get it shuro and marcille.#also that is my favourite page of the manga#watch as tumblr tags this mature content for chimera boobs. i'm always getting kinkshamed on this site...#anyway. this too is yuri. climbing her like a tree.#this episode coming out on lesbian visibility week... the universe knows what i need#falin touden#marcille donato#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#anime#manga#spoilers#dungeon meshi spoilers#blood tw#long post#lesbian#dunmeshi spoilers
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well….it finally happened
#rip rt#the good times were certainly good <3#rt#roosterteeth#rooster teeth#honestly this is how i’m finding out it was officialy rooster teeth and not one word#if anyone doesn’t read the article but reads my tags (??) it looks like only the podcasts are carrying on for the time being#they’re shopping around rwby and shows like that and the roost which is the podcast side of things but otherwise#also apparently there’ll be a stream on the rt site tomorrow talking about it if anyone is interested#idk this sucks#be good to the people who were still there they deserve it#warner media on the other hand…..rot <3
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I use Gortash as a prop to bully my durge for his crimes.
#art tag#Ebony Darkness D'Urge#cw:blood#cw: suggestive#for someone who treats durgetash very matter-of-factly I sure think and draw it a lot here huh#using my ocs to cast the remnant catholic spirit out of my body begone#I hate how this site just butchers the resolution#bg3 fanart#baldur's gate 3#durgestarion#bg3 astarion#bg3 durge#baldurs gate fanart#bg3#baldurs gate astarion#astarion#baldur's gate iii#durgetash#astarion x durge#durge#baldurs gate 3#arists on tumblr#baldurs gate#astarion ancunin#astarion art#the dark urge#bloodurge#enver gortash#bg3 shitpost#bg3 gortash
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Toco Toucan
(Rhamphastos Toco)
#still working on the site including a tagging index for different types of birds but im kinda stuck on how to organize it#if i go by order name i guess that could work but idk if id be able to remember to type each name every time#like... maybe i could do aquatic birds perching birds birds of prey etc..????#whatever heres a toucan#toco toucan#mspaintbirdies#my art#myart#birds#ornithology#nature#illustration
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umm hi not sure what to make my first post so. here's a drawing of kris i made a while back that im using as my banner?? shoutout the dreemurr family they are real ones
#deltarune#deltarune fanart#utdr fanart#kris deltarune#kris dreemurr#utdr#fanart#digital art#my art#fan art#why are there so many tags for things on this site
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uhhnmmm interesting caption here i ran out of ideas
#mcyt#my art#life series#traffic series#double life#hermitcraft#hermitcraft 10#boat boys#boat boys fanart#smalletho#fanart#ethoslab#ethoslab fanart#etho fanart#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans fanart#smallishbeans#man how do you even tag things#ive been on this site for an abundance of years now and ive never learned
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Heyyyyy, y'all like trolls?
Bunch of random little doodles to try and learn to draw them all
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(Please do not use, trace, or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me first, thank you <3)
#deersart#my art#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#trolls 3#trolls#dw trolls#trolls branch#trolls bruce#trolls clay#trolls floyd#trolls john dory#trolls jd#not sure what tags to use yet#trolls brozone#if you like bzcest don’t interact with me I will block on site#i shouldn’t have to say that but I know it’s a problem
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day 1421
#uh just a heads up if you expand the tags to see all there's. a lot. very long#amphibian#frog#poison dart frog#based on my most popular frog to date (day 651)#inspired by everyone pointing out what they think it looks like#here's a fun secret fact the original guy is actually a phantasmal poison dart frog (Epipedobates tricolor)#(according to the original artists title of the drawing)#not Anthony's poison arrow frog (Epipedobates anthonyi)#i feel too awkward to really point it out though because they look the exact same. i cannot tell if there is a difference#im half convinced the same frog was just discovered and named twice#its very curious btw if you go on the (english) wikipedia page for either species it doesn't mention the other#while hereptiles.info (no idea if this is a trustworthy site) lists both names as common names for the same frog (incorrectly??)#while inaturalist lists them as two different frogs. curiously with tricolor having wayyyyy fewer photos#ok anyway that's my rant i went on a whole journey trying to figure out if these are the same frog or not and i have no answer#i did some more 'research' and i am more confused. some sources seem to imply they are now considered the same species ( e. tricolor)#i think my conclusion is i am willing to agree the drawing looks more like e. anthonyi. it seems like tricolor is generally less vibrant re#and the white is darker and more green?#i feel like thumblr should stop me from typing more in the tags at this point this is a whole essay#at this point i am failry convinced this is specifically the Santa Isabel frog. isthat the real subspecies or morph or whatever#or just the name pet sites are using to sell it??#i even found some sources (frog selling websites) refering to it as “Epipedobates Anthonyi 'Santa Isabel' Phantasmal Poison Dart Frog” lol#Anyways if you read this far hi. species are confusing. i am not a frog scientist#the first few tags are like an hour old now i just kept trying to figure it out and adding more tags
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you lose sight of it, somehow, when you consort with gods: how fragile mortals are, and how precious.
[gale of waterdeep & my pc, mayhew of nowhere in particular]
#mayhew is a gnome warlock/wizard who makes bad choices#mild act 1 goblin camp spoilers in tags that follow:#the fight was bc Mayhew hubris'd his way into Dror Ragzlin's mind but failed to hubris his way out#for some reason dror and all 99 of his favorite friends got mad about that#Shadowheart got HORRIBLY murdered in the spider pit. Mayhew got ensnared in vines while in an acid pool and taking arrows (lol)#i ran out of healing potions#gale and lae'zel survived to flee with the bodies of their friends#play on tactician guys it makes your games deliciously dramatic#anyway the rituals between mayhew and gale are intricate#mayhew#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#baldur's gate 3#sky does bg3#my art#referenced a pose from pexels -- they're a great site check em out#galehew
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Heatwave: Day 5
tw: explicit content, noncon/heavy dubcon. 4k+ words. Satoru/Reader/Suguru poly. afab!omega!reader, alpha!gojo, alpha!geto. yandere gojo and geto.
mind games, de-socialization/infantilization, caregiver/dependency kinks, piss kink, humiliation/control, captivity, stockholm syndrome, physical restraints, force-feeding (briefly), restricted bathroom access, suggestions of heat/breeding/pregnancy, reader has a panic attack.
Prompt: An omega is made to regularly piss themselves to show submission to the alpha(s) around them.
It’s for different reasons that Gojo and Geto force you to piss yourself during your captivity, but it always ends the same.
Laughter in your ears. A teasing joke – kinder, if it was from Geto – and perhaps they force you to sit there, soaked, for a few minutes until they tire of taunting you and carry you to the bathroom to wash it off.
They never leave you in there unsupervised, so it’s not like you’re ever relieving yourself without either of them present, as awful as the thought is.
That had happened only a couple times, early on.
Gojo had snapped that if you wanted to be left alone so badly, then he’d do it, even as Geto frowned in disapproval.
He’d continued to deliver you meals but otherwise went along with Gojo’s plan… even though you were chained to the bed, unable to so much as go to the bathroom on your own volition.
It was in part due to your own pride that you didn’t ask one of them to help you. You held it as long as you could – surely Geto would have to know.
He’d even asked if you needed anything one day in, and you were just about to ask him to take you to the bathroom when someone – Gojo, presumably – dragged him away.
Then you’d been left in the humiliating position of being forced to soil yourself. Literally, there’d been nothing else you could do.
Afterwards, you’d gone on something of a hunger strike. Couldn’t have your bodily functions and sanitary conditions held hostage if you didn’t eat or drink, right?
You would have been proud of how long you lasted, were it not for how it ended.
It was hard – very hard – to keep on declining food after Gojo started to get desperate, realizing that you really were starving yourself.
He started bringing you offerings of all the best food and drink you could think of. Tempting you with a picnic on the balcony, what would’ve been the first fresh air you’d gotten since they kidnapped you.
That might have been his rut coming on, which would explain his shitty attitude. Being possessive over Geto, over you.
Wanting to provide for you, feed you, growing utterly distraught that you refused to eat the food he presented. Going through a thousand options to please you, like you were his mate.
He was scary. Gojo had always been scary, so upfront and outright with his desires, so unwilling to ever hold anything back.
And it pleased you, somewhere in the dark part of your heart, to make your displeasure – your rejection – so plainly known to the alpha before you.
Later you'd realize that Geto was the scary one. He’d come in one last time, made a final offering and a strict but firm warning.
You turned him down again and he’d returned with a cloth soaked in chloroform.
When you woke up, it was to a tube down your throat and your arms and legs strapped down.
Geto waiting patiently at your bedside for you to wake up, shushing you as you struggled and tried to choke it out, holding your head down gently so you didn’t hurt yourself.
He cooed that you were just so helpless, you couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t even eat without being made to, so you absolutely needed to be taken care of.
Couldn’t you see? This was for your own good. You were literally starving yourself, and for what?
Geto reeked of alpha pheromones, which was worse. While Gojo had been inconsolable, seeking your approval and acceptance, Geto’s scent was all delight and satisfaction at having given you what you needed.
Your alpha who knew what was best for you, better than you did yourself, and he was easily able to wrestle his stubborn little omega into submission.
It hadn’t been all his patronizing rambling and smug proclamations.
It had been the fact that you were physically incapable of talking back, telling him he was wrong, telling him you were starving yourself because they did shit like this and you didn’t want to fucking LIVE LIKE THIS –
The fury had choked you, leaving you coughing around the tube for Geto to fuss over you some more, inordinately pleased with the situation.
He’d left you with the tube for two days. You’re sure he would have done it longer, would have left you miserable and uncomfortable like that, forced you to soil the special bed padding made for elderly patients, forced you to endure even more sponge baths like you were an actual invalid.
But Satoru whined about how lame it was to have to change and clean and check your tubes instead of sharing a nice meal together, how boring it was that he couldn’t speak with you, that you’d definitely learned your lesson now, right? Right?
You weren’t even embarrassed to nod as they both stared at you. Look me in the eyes, darling. You wouldn’t put us through that again, right?
Put THEM through it. Like you weren’t the one starving, locked in a room, treated like an actual fucking animal for not wanting to be cozy with your captors.
It’s worse because it plays into your instincts. That’s why they have these expectations, why they go along with all these insane things.
At first you’d been angry, as reluctant as any abductee would be, but the longer you were exposed to their scents, the more you grew accustomed to them.
The more they tried to take care of you, the more you wanted to let them. Two beautiful, strong, lovely alphas who wanted so badly to be good to you, isn’t that what any omega would want?
They knew it, too. That was the worst part.
Your heat was coming up, the first since they’d taken you away, and you weren’t proud or delusional enough to think you’d make it even a day without begging one of them to knot you. If Geto wanted to hold out, you knew Gojo would give in, all you had to do was whine for him.
It fucking stung, the fact that you’d already thought about it so thoroughly. It stung to know their plan was working, that you knew and expected yourself to fuck them during your heat, even as sexual encounters with them became more and more commonplace.
None of them were really consensual, but you weren’t confident calling them rape, either.
Not when they always did stop when you’d asked them to, even once or twice when you’d wanted it bad so so fucking bad.
Pheromones hot and sticky in the air, the scent of pleasure and desire tugging you in. Making everything perfect and right and safe with your alpha for just a few precious moments.
Just by his scent, you knew the alpha was just on the cusp; it was the most arousing thing you’d ever felt in your fucking life and everything inside you screamed to make them cum and give you more of those comforting, arousing, pleasurable pheromones… and you’d told him to stop anyways.
Just to prove that you didn’t actually have any power, this was all because of them. They were in control and they’d fuck you whether or not you wanted them to.
But they did stop.
Even when Geto’s impeccable self-control was in tatters, even when Gojo had gone feral with need fucking you hard; if you told them to stop, they would.
If you told them to get off you, they did. If you said not to touch, then they wouldn’t. At least, not for sexual purposes.
It didn’t stop either one from jerking themselves to completion in front of you; your alpha moaning and whining with a flushed face as he locked eyes with you.
What a tease, Geto would say, Needy little omega wants me to put on a show?
Gojo was no better, Fuck, babe, you kill me, you really do… but what my omega wants, my omega’s gonna get.
Utterly unfazed by rejection, by denial. It wouldn’t even stop him from cumming, from finding release as he gazed at you. The scent of his arousal was more than enough to keep you hot and wanting, hand moving to rub yourself without your permission at the sight.
Sometimes the other one would come and help your partner out, drawn in by the heated noises and obvious arousal thick in the surroundings. Eager to assist with a warm hand or a wet mouth, even locking eyes with you while he did it.
Something dark and possessive flaring inside you at the sight of the alpha that had been inside you seconds ago brought to completion by another.
Something almost worse filling your core with heat at the sight of your alpha being ravished, and another alpha your alpha fluttering his lashes at you as if to say don’t you want to be next? Next to cum, next to us? Inside us, around us, a part of us, like we’re entwined now?
Insane. Insane insane insane they’re driving you insane with this behavior. This façade of care and consideration.
Like you’re really lovers except for how you’re not allowed to choose what room you want to be in at any given time.
You can’t go to the restroom without permission. Can’t eat except for what they feed you. Can’t pick what show to watch, can’t go on the internet, can’t read a book or do anything to entertain yourself without their say-so.
They’ve arranged it somehow so that one of them is always with you. Even your bedtime – in the king-sized bed in the main room of the penthouse – is determined by them. No doubt they schedule it intentionally, so that if they both need to be gone, you’ll be asleep.
You can’t choose anything for yourself, but that’s not an omega’s place. Your alphas will present you with everything you need or want. It’s their duty to know you well enough to keep you satisfied always.
And when you do need to make a choice, when you need that element of control, they’ll give you the options to pick from, so you don’t get too overwhelmed.
Fucking archaic. No one thought that way about omegas anymore. No one treated omegas – anyone – like that anymore.
Nobody but Gojo and Geto, the only alphas in the world with both the power and the perceptiveness to provide so perfectly and so thoroughly.
But even those little moments where they offer you some choice, something they’ll actually follow through with, where your opinion truly counts – even that is just the illusion of power. They decide what to give you, when to give it to you.
And they do what they want, ultimately, hence the current situation. They like to make you drink, bring you glasses of water throughout the day for you to finish, “keep you hydrated”, and it’s laughably transparent what it’s in the service of.
But what can you do? They’ve proven they’re not afraid to force things down your throat. This is infinitely more comfortable than the alternative.
Sometimes if you complain enough they’ll bring you something other than water. Once or twice, Geto would let you pick – “Apple juice or orange, darling? You can always still have water, if it’s too hard to choose.” – and to your utter despair, you felt grateful.
Gojo, you think, genuinely gets off on the scent of your piss.
He’s a bit of a freak, though you’d known that from the beginning. Prone to nuzzling into the scent glands on the side of your neck while he took you from behind against some surface.
Inevitably, he pressed you into it, hard enough to pressure your lower abdomen. Between the pressure of his cock filling you entirely, and the press from outside your body as he fucked you against it, all you could do was whimper.
“S-Satoru,” He’s nicer when you call him by his first name, “Satoru, please, please, I – I have to go – ”
Another thrust, hot, heavy, harder than the rest you think, a grin you can hear, teeth against your ear, “I’ve got you, baby.”
“Eugh – please Satoru I can’t hold it – ”
“If you gotta go, baby, go,” He purrs into your ear, “Just follow your instincts. You can do that, right? Just let go.”
His words make it all the harder to hold back, the innate desire to please an alpha surging through you as your release approaches.
And you’re close, too, about to cum even as you can feel the urge to pee swelling with it. It’s gross, it feels awkward, but you just want it to be over –
“Aww, little omega needs some help? Let alpha help you along~”
Fingers trace over your clit and you squeak, Gojo just laughs while he rubs tighter against you, bringing you all the way over the edge. You cum with a cry, a shudder, clinging to him at your involuntary, humiliating release.
“That’s it, there you go, baby,” He pants, deep breaths as he thrusts his own release into you, “Piss all over my cock. Mark your territory. I can smell you.”
Heat shoots up your body, your cheeks. A sigh of relief as your bladder empties itself. Burning shame. It roils, churns; your thighs feel sticky with more than just cum.
You quiver, burying your head in his neck to avoid the smell. Gojo’s scent is sweet with delight as he rides you through the aftershocks.
He strokes your back while he coos, “There you go, wasn't that nice, baby? Didn't that feel good? Don’t worry, just leave the rest to your alpha.”
He made you do this. But it’s no use getting angry, tensing up or doing anything, really. Your omega instincts are telling you to give in, go limp and obedient and he’ll take care of you.
And you do. It’s either that or soak in your own piss. Gojo’s breaths are deep and he hardens inside you at the scent in the air, and all you can do is whimper.
You don’t complain when he fucks you again in slow strokes to avoid overstimulating you. When he gets fully hard again, you’re starting to clench against your will, and he starts pressing into your clit again in short circles.
His fingers are wet, warm, and it’s not long before he brings you to another peak, warbling high, soft noises while he purrs in satisfaction.
You try not to think about the mess on the inside of your thighs, on his cock. Gojo brings his finger from your clit to his mouth. Blue eyes boring into yours, grinning, while he licks it clean.
So you wait a little while before you whine at Gojo, “Bath,” leveraging the alpha’s need to coddle you.
It usually works. You’re usually only made to sit in your disgust for a few moments of hot, sticky, uncomfortable pleasure before he scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom.
You have a surprisingly thorough skincare routine. Geto likes routines, you think, and Gojo likes sweet-smelling soaps and lotions, and they both like pampering you.
Pretending that you’re their sweet little omega girlfriend they spoil rotten instead of a prisoner who can’t leave.
It could almost be nice. Gojo’s large form in the tub beside you as he carefully scrubs you clean, massages his favorite fruit scented shampoo into your hair.
Grooming you with a diligence that you wouldn’t expect from him, all soft hands and gentle circles. Rinsing everything out.
Your tongue darts out over your lips, purely reflexive, as he cleans you up. For his part, Gojo doesn’t even try to resist the desire to lick over your scent glands when he towels you dry.
You smell like him, after. It makes him hard, but it’s easy to make Gojo hard, like that’s his default state whenever you’re around.
Your bare neck does things to him, you think. It’s stranger that smelling Gojo on you makes Geto hard, when he comes in to make sure he's following your routine correctly.
Gojo kisses at the corner of your mouth before he pops out the cleanser. You sit down obediently for him as Geto walks in, like he can tell you’re going to be put to bed soon.
They fuss in unison; Geto wants a leave-in conditioner for your hair, Gojo thinks that’ll weigh it down. Taking turns massaging your face, your hands, with one product or another. You feel like a doll sitting there – they certainly treat you like one.
Neither of them ask for your input on anything. Gojo styles your hair as he likes, using the hair dryer on you. The one time he hadn’t, Geto threw a fit, saying you could catch a cold.
It feels nice. Hands running through your hair, brushing it. You could almost catch yourself purring. And then Geto will mention a trim, of Gojo will suggest some styling, and you’ll remember with frigid clarity that it’s not really your hair anymore. Just the hair on their pretty little omega doll.
Frighteningly, the thought makes you wet, sometimes. Sometimes you think you’re conditioned to get wet when you feel helpless, because that’s the only useful thing you can do. Get wet enough to make one of your alphas purr and kiss and fuck you into blissful comfort.
Gojo thinks it’s cute, thinks it’s darling, he’ll usually give in to you right away.
Geto actively tries to make you feel helpless. You think that’s what it is, when he makes you piss yourself, that’s what he gets off on. Making you drink more and more, knowing you can’t really refuse. Asking you to hold it just a little longer.
“Come now, we don’t want to make a mess, do we? Just another minute, little omega.” Geto likes it when you make a mess.
Or rather, he likes when you need him to clean you up. When you need him, in general.
“Needy little thing.” He sits you on his lap. The arm wrapped around your waist pressing against your abdomen. “One more minute, love, then we’ll head to the bathroom.”
He doesn’t encourage you like Gojo, but he wants the same thing. You’re not sure which one you hate more. He’s only pretending to fix your hair. Gojo and him are the only ones who see it. It’s not remotely critical, not like your bodily needs –
But you don’t get to decide what’s important. Geto does, and he says you stay here, even when you desperately, desperately need to go.
“Suguru,” You whimper, squirming. You just want it to be over. “Suguruuuu.”
No pretense, anymore. His hand that isn’t constricting your middle darts down between your legs. Rubs your clit over your underwear.
Rock hard. You can smell the arousal on him. But Geto’s worse than Gojo, because Geto doesn’t always care about getting off. Sometimes he’s happy just to finger you. Sometimes he either jerks himself or gets Gojo to get him off. Sometimes he’ll eat you out for hours, claiming you were too fussy, and if he puts his dick in you, you’re not awake for it.
The scent of his arousal has you dripping quickly, it’s not even worth it to stave it off. The best you can do is get him to do it faster, and even that’s not really up to you.
The pleasure comes beneath his fingertips, but it’s sharp, tapered by friction, and he keeps a steady pressure around your abdomen that has the pressure building in your bladder. It’s a painfully familiar feeling.
��Hold it.” He commands, your alpha, and you do, you really do. You don’t want to piss yourself, but you know he does, and he’s just fucking toying with you while he gets you there. “Hold.”
It’s hard, hard, pulling against the tide, fighting the promise of release that swells beneath his touch. You can’t do it long. Full to bursting.
“There you go, just a little more.” He finally drags his fingers beneath your panties. You’re ready to start crying. “So wet. You don’t want to make a mess, do you? Just wait a little longer.”
Lying lying he’s lying and the thought makes it so much harder to control but you don’t WANT to. You don’t!
You really do cry, a sob that catches in your throat when he dips a finger into you and you feel a dam begin to swell against the increased stimulation.
“What a good omega,” He purrs, like he’s noticing your discomfort and trying to relieve you, instead of enjoying it, “Hold it. Hold it.”
Another finger in. So full, you’re so full, it’s like his cock is inside you, there’s so much that it hurts, you just want to let go. He starts rubbing faster against your clit, a sweet friction that you have to fight not to buck into, muscles spasming, control faltering.
“Suguru,” Reduced to pitiful mewls. Just how he likes you.
“Hold it.” He says, and he knows, he fucking knows, he must know –
Fingers darting deep inside you, arm clenching violently against your lower half. Squeezing, squeezing, so hard, all while he pinches tightly at your clit. White hot pleasure pours through you, heady, flooding, and all you know is relief.
“Oh,” He says, like he’s surprised, even though you can feel his smile widen against your neck, “Oh, poor little omega. Had an accident, have you? It’s all right. It’s okay.” He prods tenderly at your clit, nursing you through it.
“I know how it is. You can’t help it, can you, baby?” He kisses against your neck from the left. “Poor thing. Don’t worry. Your alpha will take care of it. It’s only natural, silly little thing like you, you just couldn't help yourself.”
It’s a constant refrain they both like to repeat. Not to be ashamed of your instincts, your body, your needs.
You know why. To your great misfortune, you were born an omega, and so once you go into heat you’ll be struck with the insatiable desire for their knots, and it’s in their best interest for you not to resist that.
The less you resist, the better the chances their claiming bites will stick. Gojo already loves to chew at the glands on your neck – you think he’s even ‘called’ the right side, gnawing at there lazily while Geto is in the room.
For Gojo, it’s just dirty talk, but Geto likes to lecture you. There’s no one in your tiny world who has any level of disgust for your bodily functions.
They’ve seen it all, seen you helpless, sick, all kinds of messy, and they loved you, loved taking care of you. It was an honor for them to see you so vulnerable, an honor only your alphas deserved.
Sometimes he calls it desensitization training, like there’s a purpose to making you piss yourself besides getting high on control and making you humiliate yourself into submission to their whims.
But you do think there’s more to that for Geto.
If they had their way, you’d be a complete degenerate, an invalid, helpless by choice and totally disinterested in changing that.
A spoiled, mewling omega just a few steps away from ferality. They already don’t let you do much on your own, attending to even the simplest things all by themselves.
Knowing only to whine for your alphas to entertain you, provide for you, comfort you, because that’s all you ever needed to do. Utterly incapable of functioning in normal society, and unable to see anything wrong with that.
It’s coming. Soon. You know it is, and you’re sure they do, too. Geto in particular probably knows your body better than you do; probably tracks your hormones and cycles, may even be feeding you suppressants or stimulants.
You can only pray he’s bothered to give you contraceptives, too. Gojo’s a lost cause, he’s probably chomping at the bit to put a baby in you, but Geto would at least be concerned with the implications.
They’d chained you to the bed and locked you up for a couple days alone but they couldn’t leave you alone if you were pregnant. Their instincts just wouldn’t permit it.
Thinking about it makes you shake, uncontrollably. In your shared bed, in their arms, even with their voices cooing in your ear and their purrs and cuddles desperately soothing you.
Your heart trembles. Your heat is coming, it’s coming, and after that you could get pregnant.
They couldn’t leave you alone if you were pregnant. No alpha would ever be able to tear themselves away.
Alone, alone, locked in that tiny room. Chained up. You couldn’t even relieve yourself. Stuck in your own filth, abandoned by your alphas, the ones who were supposed to love you, protect you, provide for you.
They couldn’t, they wouldn’t. No alpha could abandon their omega. But they had once. They had once. They do whatever they want with you, no matter how much you hate it.
You tell yourself desperately you don’t want to be bred, and even you can’t tell if you mean it, excuses flashing back and forth in your mind.
What if they got you pregnant and decided you didn’t deserve their company? Decided you weren’t grateful enough for the calming presence of an alpha during your most vulnerable time? What if they thought you’d look cute, all pregnant and desperate and crying for them?
There’s no fix for this, nothing you can do about it, they’ve taught you that you can’t control anything in your life anymore.
Realization after realization crashes down, each little thing, can’t stop them from leaving, can’t stop them from breeding you, can’t stop them from fucking you in your heat, can’t do anything can’t you can’t you can’t –
They’re going to leave you. You’ll be heavy with child, longing for comfort and affection.
They’re going to make you need them. They’re going to make you weak in the worst possible way. They’re going to use it to hurt you.
Jerking, sniffling. Someone comes closer – it’s warm, paler, probably Gojo – but the shivering just gets worse.
Come closer, leave you alone. They’ll do whatever they want to do. You’ll just have to accept it.
They’re going to leave. Leave you alone. All alone. All by yourself. Locked up, in chains, unable to do anything. They made you need them and they’re going to leave –
Wetness pools in your eyes, and you blink it away without really trying, without noticing so much how the tears roll down your cheek.
The numb terror overwhelms everything. Cold, it’s cold, and somehow so hot. Your heart is trying to bolt out of your chest.
A name you distantly recognize as yours rings in your ears, but you don’t notice, don’t understand.
You’re too busy trying to breathe through all your panting, all the adrenaline rushing through you with the panic.
You feel helpless, completely helpless. Pinned between the two of them.
Larger, stronger, alphas who can subdue your resistance just by existing, emitting pheromones that send you into dizzy complacence or heady lust.
Alone. Alone, alone, they’re here now but it’s not because you want them they don’t care what you want they do what they want you can’t have anything can’t do anything you can’t you can’t you can’t.
The thoughts coil endlessly through your mind, spinning, spinning, spinning in place. A hand rubs against your back, a desperate purr in the distance.
Background noise. You're alone, trapped in your head, trapped with thoughts that won't stop coming.
Spiraling despair that just goes deeper and deeper, new fears unearthed with every thought.
You feel like throwing up.
Would they feel like cleaning you up? You’d be at their mercy, caked in your own vomit.
You feel like you’re dying.
Mabe you are. Maybe this is how they kill you, from the inside out.
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actually the “I don’t care if x wins I just need destiel to lose” is sort of comical if for nothing else the amount of destiel blogger popular posts which broadly circulate on the regular. what you don’t know is that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise, it’s not lapis, it’s actually cerulean. to you that’s a 100k post to me that’s my mutual my BROTHER in the trenches. how do you all know each other. man we went to destiel together
#this is jokes but it Is funny. meryl streep voice and then I think it was brianna’s taylor swift post wasn’t it?#that had bloggers in the notes pointing out the words ‘dean winchester apologist’ in her username. groundbreaking#viva la haterdom it is just funny to know that the same bloggers tagging ‘this is NOT the destiel site#YOURE NOTHING’ are also inevitably in the notes of my mutual on their triple digits viral post while I see their post:#destiel suck silly (15 notes) on my dash
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Welcome to the Intergalatic Super Show!!
#Honkai Star Rail#Sampo Koski#Sampo Koski HSR#Penacony#Penacony spoilers#honkai star rail spoilers#honkai star rail 2.0 spoilers#InsertSomthinAwesome#Isa's Fanart#April2024#Sampo Battle Pass Penacony 2.0 Skin#My guy showed up in 2.0..... i am so happy.#the spoilers tag is more here so I can ramble what i want#I had fun coming up with the details the battle pass doesn't show lol#I liked gallagher's pants.... so i stole half of them.#can't wait to see tumblr crunch the quality on this (sarcastic)#webbed site is doing its bestest#btw for anybody concerned about spoiling me i am caught up with 2.1#so no worries
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The Ghost on the Shore
#spinosaurus#spinosaur#dinosaur#dinosaur art#spinosaurus art#paleoart#paleoblr#dino#i wanted to paint pwetty galaxy sky AND dinosaur.... so we have whimsical spinosaur taking a stroll while she ponders the meaning of life..#I am still very bad at using this site but I am trying my best#thank you to everyone who leaves lovely tags or replies to my art- i read them all and it warms my heart!
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Buceta Bugalatti's no good very bad cooking.
#art.jpeg#jjba#bruno buccellati#bruno bucciarati#<- i honestly prefer the og spelling rather than this one. because he sounds intenselly more italian.#jjba vento auero#golden wind#jojo's bizarre adventure#¿¡!?sorry its been 5 years in this site i still dont know how 2 tag my shit#i think this fanbase has been rotted after all those ''mama bruno'' headcanons that miss his entire point.#because this man has no time to learn how to cook. the others could but this guy would get home close the door...#...and fall face first onto the floor for 4 hours. at his entrance. the he wakes up and goes out to work again.#buccellati i am afraid that due to not changeing your lifestyle you wouldve pass away regardless of Chest Cavity..
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