#the absolute freak

[mrsaltieri-real]

Messy Eater (Mickey Altieri X AFAB!Reader)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: NSFW 🔞, language, smut, blood, fingering, oral, (reader receiving) blood kink, eating out on period, bloody kissing, implied period sex, period pain, cramps, Mickey actually being kinda sweet but still an ass, etc

Anyone who has a period knows how much it fucking sucks. So I wrote this because why the fuck not, the inspo hit so here we are. Bashed this out today, got far too into it but we BALL. So here it is. Mickey would so go down on you on your period he just WOULD.

Fuck, you were hurting. You were hurting bad.

You laid curled up with a hot water bottle resting on your lower abdomen, groaning as you stared at the television unseeingly, desperately trying to distract yourself from the sharp and contracting pains that currently had you bed bound and incapable of moving a muscle in fear of it getting any worse.

Fuck periods.

You must’ve fallen asleep without meaning to, dreamlessly conked out when you heard someone knock at your door lightly making you respond with a quiet moan, forcing your eyes open just as Mickey poked his head around the door.

“Hey, you weren’t in class- Fuck, are you alright?”

You scowled over at him, hand moving to adjust the hot water bottle that had shifted during your slumber back to your stomach only to sigh in frustration when you realised it had turned lukewarm as you muttered, “Do I look okay?” before wincing at a sudden cramp.

With an affectionate roll of his eyes, Mickey quietly closed the door and made his way over to you, sitting down on the bed next to you carefully, his hand coming up to your face to gently wipe a loose strand of hair from your forehead and tuck it behind your ear, “What’s up?” He asked, his voice a lot softer than what you were used to.

Hesitating as you looked up at him, your teeth sunk into your bottom lips before answering simply with, “Period,” and gasped a little when another sharp cramp jolted through your abdomen, causing your body to tense beside him.

“Hmm.” He hummed softly, hand dropping from your face to his side as he stood up, beginning to strip himself of his clothes as you laughed weakly asking, “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m gonna make you feel better.”

“If you wanna make me feel better, make yourself useful and fill this stupid thing back up with hot water.” You pulled your blanket off, pushing the hot water bottle toward him before burrowing yourself back into your warm nest.

“I’ll do that later.” He said dismissively, discarding the last of his clothing and moving the bottle onto your bedside table and his eyes fixed on you the entire time. You eyed him, a little sceptical and knowing that damn face all too well as you slowly shook your head, “Didn’t you hear me? I’m on my period. I don’t wanna have sex, leave me alone.” Mickey laughed a little at your whiny tone as you rolled over onto your other side so you didn’t have to look at him.

All you could think about was how much of an asshole he was for trying to turn you on, knowing you couldn’t do anything about it.

“I watched a movie not too long ago, it talked about how orgasms can be the biggest form of pain relief for cramps.” You felt his hand gently run down the length of your arm before moving to gently rub small, soothing circles into your lower abdomen, the pressure and heat from his fingers making your eyes flutter slightly but you still refused to turn around and look at him, simply saying, “No.”

“What, you don’t believe me? Want me to prove it?” Mickey’s hands more firmly pushed on your hip with his palm so you were on your back again, moving so his face was inches away from yours. You could feel your resolve begin to fade as he gently kissed your lips, your neck, your collarbones before letting out a small groan, your hands moving to his shoulders to stop him from going any further. “I can’t. I haven’t even had a shower yet today.”

“Did I ask?” He retorted simply.

You couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face as he moved his weight so he was hovering above you, littering soft kisses again from your lips and down to your stomach, pausing for a second to lift a shirt he noticed belonged to him with a small smirk. He loved when you wore his clothes.

“Wait-“ You stopped him again and he sighed impatiently, eyes flickering up to yours expectantly with a drawn out, “Yes?”

“You’re not gonna…” Your hands quickly pointed down toward your covered cunt and Mickey smiled, that stupid angelic smile as he settled in between your thighs as he tugged your shorts down, quickly discarded them at the foot of your bed and his fingers quickly coming up to lightly press against your clothed clit, smiling as he heard your sharp intake of breath as he finished for you, “Eat your pussy? Of course I am.”

“Mickey, you don’t have t- Oh!” You were quickly cut off as he pulled your panties to the side, lips eagerly attaching and cradling your clit and sucking indulgently. Your hands automatically gripped his hair as he did so, head tipping back against your pillow as you whimpered, “Oh, fuck,” softly under your breath. He let out a low moan, the metallic taste on his tongue only prompting him to explore your cunt further.

He briefly pulled back, eyes not leaving your bloody pussy as he said, “This isn’t just for you, let’s not be so selfish.” But you brain hardly registered what he had said as his mouth connected with your aching clit once again.

At some point he must have somehow gotten rid of the only thing keeping the blood plugged in because you felt his mouth leave you, eagerly tearing your panties from your body and his tongue delve inside of you, causing your body to jolt in surprise and glance down at him, eyes widening as you saw his face.

He’d never looked more excited, more fucking eager for as long as you’d known him.

His nose and cheeks were already coloured crimson with your blood as he hungrily flicked and curled his tongue, fingers coming up to catch some of the blood and using it as lubricant as he toyed with your clit with his fingers. You’d never tell him, but just seeing him like that, covered in your blood was driving you completely fucking insane in the best possible way. “M- Mickey please-“ You gasped out, hands shakily pushing at his head to no avail.

His eyes flickered up to you as he pulled away, bloody saliva connecting him to your cunt as he smiled and teasingly said, “Aww what? Too sensitive?” His bloody fingers were still moving across your clit as he spoke, your head nodding frantically as he let out a laugh, saying simply, “Too bad. You taste so fucking good, I’m gonna make all the pain go away. Trust me, you’ll be thanking me,” Before he pulled his fingers back, sucking them slowly as his eyes fell closed and he let out a groan, his head dropping eagerly back in between your stained thighs.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, adjusting you so he had better access and his tongue dragged between your folds, not wanting to waste a single drop of your bloody arousal whilst his eyes remained closed, moaning against your cunt and sending vibrations through your entire body, the sensation making you shudder as your hands gripped your sheets, twisting and pulling at them and your back arched off the bed as he whispered, “Oh my God, you taste so fucking good baby,” against your pussy.

Mickey’s mouth moved back to your clit, nipping at it gently before taking it back between his lips to suck at it harshly, fingers finding their way to your cunt as he forced them inside knuckle deep, twisting and curling them against the perfect spot as the sound of you gasping and moaning his name like a prayer sounded like music to his ears. He would usually edge you, deny you, making you beg for it, but as you gasped out, “Please, please Mickey, oh my fucking God, please,” Over and over again like a prayer, he couldn’t help but indulge you. This was for you, after all. He couldn’t stand seeing you in this kind of pain.

His eyes flickered open, looking at your face that was staring down at him, wide eyed and desperate as your leaking cunt twitched around his fingers and your clit throbbed between his lips and he winked, a short nod of his head, pulling back for only a second to tell you to, “Fucking do it now,” and you were cumming on his fingers, unable to even try and be quiet as your back arched further off the bed, pushing yourself down greedily onto his fingers and face as you came, hard.

He didn’t waste a drop, fingers leaving your pussy in order for his tongue to delve back inside of you, curling and licking to taste the mixture of metallic blood and your arousal, the combination nothing short of euphoric for him. You finally finished, whimpering his name as your cunt flexed around his tongue.

He continued to gently lick over your twitching pussy, saying softly under his breath, “Mm, fuck it just keeps on coming, doesn’t it?” His tongue darting out and swiping across his lips. He pulled his head from between your legs, sitting on his knees as he leaned forward, arms circling your waist as he pulled you up so your ass rested on his thighs. Your chest was heaving as you panted softly from the high of your orgasm when you felt him move you, your head weakly lifting from the pillow to look at him properly.

God, he looked so good. His face was almost completely stained red, eyes dark and enticing as he looked admiringly down at your blood coated cunt as though he couldn’t look away. “So pretty.” He said softly, fingers still toying with you. You were unsure of if he was saying it to you or himself but you mumbled, “Thanks,” to him and his eyes dragged away wistfully to look at you as he asked, “You feel better?”

You thought for a second before nodding, realising the pulsing ache had been somewhat subdued for the moment and you sighed in relief, feeling pain free for the first time in two days. “God, thank you.”

A wide and cocky smile which reeked of, “I told you so,” took over his face that made your pussy automatically flutter as you saw his teeth stained with your blood, “Oh, anytime.” He said, watching as your head fell back again against the pillow.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, eyeing the bloodstained panties curiously before glancing back at you to make sure you still weren’t looking at him before he snatched them up quickly, balling them up in his hands before he gently moved your weight off of him and stood up.

“Where are you going?” You asked, glancing at him with a small pout that made him laugh.

“Think we could both do with a bath, right?” He gestured to himself then to you and you looked down at your body, noticing that your thighs, stomach and bed sheets were completely covered in blood. God, you knew he was a messy eater but this was just next level. Mickey used your temporary distraction to slip your panties into his bag before walking toward you, his finger moving under your chin as he bent down so he was face level, “I’m gonna run us one, okay? We’ll see if there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better.”

You nodded before moving your head back quickly when he tried to kiss you, laughing nervously as he raised his eyebrows. “What, I can eat your bloody cunt but you can’t kiss me after I do it?” He sucked sharply at his teeth with a tut, shaking his head a little in what appeared to be disappointment, “Come on, how is that fair?”

He wasn’t wrong. You hesitated for a split second, long enough for Mickey to grab the back of your neck, pulling your face to his and forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you gasp in surprise as you tasted your own mixture of blood and arousal on his tongue. What surprised you was how much you loved it, whining a little as he pulled back, moving his fingers to your face to smear the quickly oxidising scarlet across your chin and cheeks, grinning triumphantly as he did so.

“Next time your cramps are bad, fucking tell me, okay? I want to be able to do this as often as I possibly can.” Mickey’s voice was assertive and serious for the first time since he’d walked in and his tone made you nod your head quickly in agreement. You weren’t going to say no if he wanted to do this.

“I promise.”

[pearl-unofficial]

Pretty sure she's into that actually...

[clownsuu]

God I love the insane amounts of d r i p Stanley just casually wears

[bakedbeanchan]

Drawing from a mini comic where the timeline is reset but Zuko still has all his memories

Minicomic here

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Mel's protection should have saved Viktor too, and she's trying to figure out why it didn't

(Editing to add: see this post for details on the Mel's armor/shield theory)

S2 ep1 shows a circle of protected stone where Mel and Jayce were during the explosion. My theory is that Mel's magic armor activated and saved them both. It seems like it casts a sphere of protection around wherever Mel is.

The center of this circle is not Mel's seat - it's Jayce's. She ran to Jayce to save him.

No other Councilors were in range of Mel's protection, so they all got hurt or killed.

But Viktor was, in Jayce's words, "right next to" him. He was easily within Mel's circle of protection.

1) Viktor tried to run and mistakenly left the circle of protection. But are we meant to believe that Viktor, close to dying already and using a crutch, would have outrun Mel?

2) Viktor's augmented body clashes with Mel's

Why does Mel try to touch Viktor in episode 1? It seems like a throwaway moment, but not even Jayce touches him in this scene. So why Mel?

She's curious. And possibly, feeling responsible. She's wondering why her protection didn't work.

Is this Hexcore brand of the Arcane trying to reach out to Mel? Or trying to defend itself from her?

Mel was trying to protect both Jayce and Viktor, which is reflected in how she holds Jayce as well as Viktor's cane when she promises to protect Hextech:

But if, for example, Mel's magic is Solari in origin, and Viktor's is from the Void - or the Arcane equivalent of similar opposing forces - then it's possible that their magic rejects or hurts one another. So Mel's circle of protection either rejected Viktor, or was what hurt Viktor, and not the explosion.

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Production houses: but if the writers stay on strike we can't guarantee the future safety of your favorite shows 🥺🥺😭😭

Viewers who 1, have already lost their favorite shows because they were cancelled in spite of good ratings and good reviews or 2, have stopped watching new content entirely until the entire series has aired and concluded as a result of so many good shows getting cancelled on cliffhangers and thus leaving said viewers unable to gain closure with those characters and with a hollow viewing experience, so they've begun a, watching older shows they know came to a planned conclusion or b, revisiting their old favorites and enjoying the nostalgia or c, reading new books or fanfic instead: YOU ALREADY CAN'T GUARANTEE THE FUTURE OF OUR SHOWS SO GET FUCKING WRECKED AND PAY WRITERS WHAT THEY DESERVE!

[shushmal]

Steve taking Dustin to see his favorite metal band in concert. They manage to get spots right up on the barrier, and the lead singer of Corroded Coffin keeps getting distracted by Steve’s pretty face. Dustin has a vice grip on Steve’s arm, screaming and excited that Eddie fucking Munson keeps standing right in front of them. Steve barely notices what will be a bruise tomorrow from Dustin’s fingers, because the guy keeps singing right at Steve, looking right into his eyes.

When the set ends, but before one of the stage managers hunts them down to bring them back stage—Steve turns to Dustin, puts his hands on his shoulders, and says, “I’m going to marry your favorite rockstar.”

Dustin, mirroring Steve and clapping his hands onto Steve’s shoulders, replies with equal gravity, “I will literally make sure gay marriage becomes legal, just so you can marry Eddie Munson in every way possible.”

[emiko-matsui]

Ragh Barkrock to Gorgug Thistlespring in Freshman Year VS. Gorgug Thistlespring to Mary-Ann Skuttle in Junior Year

[oh-gh0st]

i heart these rivals so much. maybe they'll kill each other. maybe they'll kiss. maybe they'll make ou

[evelynpr]

Middle school bakudeku was like, Horrible bully x Freaky stalker wasn't it because holy shit Deku really was freaky as hell-

The guy knows his moves, stance, food habits, SHOWER AND SLEEP ROUTINE??? WHAT THE FUCK MAN-

To be clear, the Smash comics aren't Canon canon. This is just another way of understanding bkdk's dynamic and progression.

[starjunkyard]

Hilson should have had ONE. (1) honest to god fistfight. Not talking about no pansy ass scuffle either i need a FIGHT. Im talking bloodied noses nd bruised cheeks. I need them to exchange words that will alter the course of their relationship forever. MOST OF ALL. They need to make out nastystyle afterwards

[nezhanetwork]

the round mound astounds

[andsewingishalfthebattle]

Novice sewing pattern: Cut out shapes. Line up the little triangles on the edges. Stitch edges together. We've also included step-by-step assembly instructions with illustrations.

Novice knitting pattern: yOU MUSt uNDerstANd thE SECret cOdE CO67 (73, 87, 93) BO44 (63, 76, 90) 28 (32, 34) slip first pw repeat 7x K to end *kl (pl) 42 * until 13" (13, 13, 15) join new at 30 pl for 17 rows ssk 27 k2tog mattress lengthwise BO and sacrifice a goat to the knitting gods. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT "INSTRUCTIONS," I JUST GAVE THEM TO YOU

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Aang, you're really in it now...

This is Zu—I mean, Jian Li and Katara's second meeting in the Kyoshi Warriors AU. The first proper one, anyway.

Once they get through a minor difference of opinion or two (“I can carry my own basket!” “Never said you—” “I'm not weak!” “I didn't—” “Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean—” “Would you listen for once, woman?!” ) they'll become nearly inseparable.

For now Jian Li will carry Katara's basket all the way to the Kyoshi Warriors' dojo and, once there, they'll mercilessly tease Sokka when they see him in uniform.

[jinx295]

New rottmnt comic update among many other iterations for the 40th anniversary comic coming out next week!

It’s been trending pretty recently…

[fixing-bad-posts]

If you have a work that carries the "Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings" label I have to say That is very allowed