#my nose is so fucking drippy and i’m still salivating so much and my eyes are leaky too

[limewatt]

i want soup but i don’t have soup and i hate most soup

#well i hate most canned soup #not even cause they’re canned i just hate those kinds of soup #i’m sure this is a blasphemous thing to say on the soup website but chicken noodle soup sucks shit #i want ramen broth with white rice please god i need ramen broth with rice #another soup id kill for is the beef broth my dad would make me in the mornings when i was too nauseous #i think it was just warmed on the stove from a carton but i still need it so bad #i’m soupposting because i’m still sick. sicker even. so fucked up #i can’t breathe thru my nose much which dries and agitates my throat from mouth breathing and now i have a dogshit cough #my nose is so fucking drippy and i’m still salivating so much and my eyes are leaky too #not as severe as that might sound but face is leaking. id drown in snot saliva and tears if i let myself #being sick… FUCKING SUCKS #worst thing about very rarely getting sick is that i don’t have any of the shit i need to deal #i need to get vicks vaporub so bad i want to breathe i never thought id miss that shit #no idea where the coughdrops went and i ran out of honey ginger lemon tea #though i can’t stand ginger enough to have more than a couple mugs but still it was relieving while it lasted #jeez i really oughta have nyquil or dayquil or fucking something man #i always think i should stock it but also i only need it like 5 days a year so it seems like too much of a pain #ibuprofen my main bitch is the only thing i have stocked cause i need it like 1/4th of all the time ever #don’t have a fever so i don’t think she’ll help #jesus. is that really all i have? jesus. do i really just fucking deal? #i’m a whiny bitch though. do i just whine while taking no actions to actually improve my situat— #Ah. Huh. Hm. Don’t like that thought. #anyway. this shit sucks i can’t sleep i keep coughing i can’t do anything that needs active focus like drawing or gaming #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh #agh #somewhat unrelated to my whining— i say as i begin to whine more— but i hate it when ppl keep asking me if i’m okay #like the first time is fine i’ll say i’m not doing too great i’m pretty sick #but then they keep asking throughout the day multiple times per hour like what the fuck do you think i’m going to say??? #as if i’m gonna say ‘i’m actually doing so much better than 30 minutes ago when you last asked :)’ i’m sick for the forseeable future man #oh god 30 tags. i’m so sorry to anyone who read all this. this has to be so fucking long when you click read more. SORRY

[carelessannie]

I’d love to read starker + tiny!innocent!peter with their first time 🥺🥺🥺 a/b/o would be great too

Okay okay okay something about this really screamed crossover to me so... here’s a Starker + Tangled crossover (you can guess who is who) with omegaverse and really dirty smut

Damn, I hope you like it anon! Really just took the smut and amplified it 👀👀

Warnings: omegaverse, sex pollen, fuck or die trope and dub-con, forced heat/rut, virgin peter, and I’m just gonna add coming untouched so I can put it on my bingo card because hot damn

Here’s my bingo card, the square coming untouched for @starkerfestivals

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Tony traces a finger up Peter’s leg, smirking when he jerks away with a huff. He loves working the pretty pink Omega into a fit— he’s so easily flustered, god— and watching his face heat up and scent turn sweet in embarrassment.

“C’mon, crazy— show me how you do the healing thing again."

Peter glares at him, crossing his arms, “Why? Why do you need to know, bandit?"

“Ooo, bandit, I like that,” Tony sprawls out on the ground, peering up at Peter through the tall blades of grass. Peter’s moving his hands, quick little motions that Tony is absolutely entranced by, and he realizes the pretty Omega is weaving a flower crown. Damn, that’s adorable. When Peter doesn’t answer him, Tony turns onto his stomach and crawls closer, “Aww— don’t be like that, pipsqueak. You don’t have to show me anything."

Peter’s face scrunches up, his fingers stilling in their movement.

“Fine."

Tony sits up taller, “Fine?"

“I’ll show you how I do it. Come here,” Peter waves him over and points to the spot right in front of where he’s sitting. They both cross their legs and shuffle until their knees are pressed together, Tony marveling again at how small and sweet the Omega in front of him is.

“Give me your hands,” he commands, and Tony obeys, curious already. It’s truly unexpected when Peter grabs his wrists, guiding Tony’s fingers to tangle in his curls. “Hold on, okay?” Peter confirms, waiting until Tony nods.

Peter releases his hands and pushes his chest slightly, backing him flush against the boulder he’s resting on. Tony’s breathing picks up, speechless as Peter straddles his lap, sliding down until their chests are flush together. Through it all, Tony cradles Peter’s head reverently, jaw dropped in awe.

With one last shuffle, Peter leans forward and rests their foreheads together. He breathes deep, placing his delicate hands on Tony’s cheeks, and starts singing— low and sweet under his breath. When his eyes open again, there’s a golden rim around his iris, and his scent is heady, strong and deep with desire.

“Omega,” Tony gasps, tugging on Peter’s curls until his head tips back, exposing the long, pale column of his unblemished throat.

“Please,” Peter begs, lips falling open in a cry of pleasure, shaking the foundation of the forest around them, “touch me, Alpha— please."

Tony flips them and pins Peter to the ground, easily slotting between his legs and fitting his teeth around Peter’s neck, growling low and possessive. Peter’s scent is thick around them, and all Tony feels is insatiable heat, low in his gut.

What the hell?

With a snap, he pulls off Peter’s neck and looks down at the tiny Omega, using a thumb on his chin to force eye contact. Peter’s eyes are hazy, still ringed gold, and his lips spread in a saccharine smile.

“What’s wrong, Alpha?” he purrs, wiggling in Tony’s hold.

“What did you do?"

Peter’s face twists in confusion, “What do you mean?"

“I mean,” Tony gestures down, to where their obvious erections press together insistently, “I know we were having some magical moments— and I know you think I’m a scoundrel— but I’m usually not this horny at the drop of a hat. What was in that healing spell, Pete?"

“I’m not... I’m not sure,” he stutters, looking up at Tony fearfully, “It usually heals and does the... the... aging thing. It’s never... I’ve never..."

Tony understands, oh god does he understand. With the most restraint he’s ever show, Tony picks himself off the needy Omega, making sure their skin and bodies aren’t touching. Peter whines, but Tony ignores it, has to ignore it.

“I’m sorry, Petey, I really am— but there’s not way I’m stealing your virtue like this. As much as I’d love to, you deserve better than a romp in the mud, especially with an Alpha like me."

Peter sits up and reaches towards him, “No! What? I need you, please Alpha—"

“I can’t do that, Peter, please,” he begs backing away further. “I’m going to take care of... this,” he motions awkwardly to the obvious tent in his pants, “over there. And I suggest you do the same. We can talk in the morning."

The last thing Tony sees as he hurries away is the broken expression on the sweet Omega’s face, and his delicate hands tearing at layers of clothes.

Tony sighs, thankful to be out of temptation’s way, as he pulls out his cock hastily.

It’s gonna be a long night.

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Tony can’t come. It’s been an hour and his cock is purple, drooling and throbbing, with no knot and no release in sight. Every stroke is painful— not to mention the agony of hearing Peter cry just across the clearing.

He’s strong, but he’s not that strong.

The scent of Omega heat reaches him where he kneels in the dirt, and he’s up and moving without a second thought. When Peter sees him— strutting across the forest and over to the cave where Peter has tried to den himself— the Omega sobs, holding out his arms in a silent invitation.

Tony kneels next to him, scenting for hurt and distress on his Omega. He knows it’s his fault Peter is so needy, so drippy and sad, and helps him by petting his hair, shushing him softly. Their skin presses together, and Tony can feel the heat fever already.

“M’sorry ‘mega,” he growls, feeling his rutting fangs extend in preparation. Peter’s eyes are closed and he claws at Tony’s back, singing a chorus of, “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,” that is making Tony salivate.

He turns Peter around, moving the remains of his shirt and pants to give the Omega some cushioning to rest on as he arches his ass into the air, and leans down to taste. Slick is pouring out of his Omega, ripe and untouched in his arms. He latches his mouth to Peter’s sweet lips and sucks, using both hands to hold his hips in place as he coaxes more and more of Peter onto to his tongue, into his mouth.

Peter is panting and pleading with him for “more, Alpha,” but Tony knows the sweet, virginal Omega has no idea what he’s asking for. He watches Peter’s face for discomfort as he pushes in a finger, groaning as it easily slides up to the second knuckle. Peter drops his chest to the earth and cries out, pushing back into Tony’s hand.

“More, more, more Alpha!” he shouts, tiny cock twitching adorably as his pussy desperately clutches around Tony’s finger, almost as if it’s trying to draw him in further.

With a growl, Tony shoves another finger inside, working Peter’s body with one hand and using his other to stroke himself, coating his cock in wet, Omega slick. He knows the tingling in the back of his head, the rush of aggression and hormones means he’s hitting a rut as well, but none of it matters— not with the world’s prettiest Omega writhing under him and calling him Alpha.

His fingers pull out and bring an obscene amount of slick with them, that Tony immediately uses on his cock, pumping it desperately as he sidles up behind Peter. He crouches behind the Omega, putting his hands on Peter’s waist as the tip of his cock slides in between glistening lips, bumping up against his entrance.

Peter jerks, panting, as he looks up at Tony, “Wh... what is that, Alpha?"

“My cock, ‘mega. M’gonna fill you up, make the hurt go away,” Tony can barely get the words out before he’s sinking in, breathing hard as the Omega’s velvety slick passage is stretched wide around his cock. And he’s tight— oh, fuck, he’s tight. Tony’s never fucked a virgin, never even had an Omega in heat, and he can’t stop the way his hips immediately start to thrust, pistoning in and out of Peter’s trembling body.

“Perfect, fuck Peter— so perfect for me."

Peter whines and clenches down, “So full, Alpha! Please, need more."

That’s all the permission Tony needs to pick up his pace, slamming their hips together brutally as he fucks the Omega into the forest floor. His tony body fits perfectly into Tony’s hands, and Peter keens so beautifully when the Alpha changes angles, driving down mercilessly into his sweet spot.

Peter screams, “That! Right there!” and Tony snarls, giving the needy Omega exactly what he’s asking for. He reaches around, groping at Peter’s slight waist and chest, until he can take two handfuls of soft breast— barely a handful, but still soft and alluring— and pinch down on those pretty nipples, hard.

His Omega shakes apart, wailing, “Alpha, Alpha, oh, oh— I’m gonna, oh!” before painting the ground with his release, milking Tony’s cock as he fucks him through his orgasm relentlessly. The pressure is fucking heaven, and Tony’s thrusts shorten, turning into a shallow grind, as he feels his knot expanding.

Peter’s breathing picks up, little mewling sounds escaping as Tony fucks him with his knot, working past the Omega’s oversensitive entrance with a few filthy circles of his hips.

“S’it bigger? Why’sit bigger?” Peter whines, wiggling in discomfort.

Tony shushes him, falling to his knees as the knot finally slips in with a pop, releasing load after load of Alpha cum deep into his belly. “F-fuck, Pete. Just... oh, baby just breathe, okay?” he tries soothing Peter as the smaller boy starts to whimper— loose and boneless on the ground.

It’s difficult, but Tony manages to get them situated on their sides, pulling over a bedroll to keep his perfect Omega off the dirt and earth. He wraps Peter up in his arms. He buries his nose in Peter’s curl, damp with sweat, and breathes deep.

“T-tony?” Peter turns back to look at him, precious tears clinging to his eyelashes, “What happened... to your... your...” he squeezes down on Tony’s knot purposefully, and then blushes, hiding is face in embarrassment.

This Omega is too much, Tony thinks as he groans— another wave of pleasure rolling through him, pumping more and more cum into the sweet, pure boy in his arms. “God, Pete— you’re gonna kill me. It’s... it’s my knot, sweetheart. Keeps us locked for a bit,” at Peter’s sad whine, Tony hums and pets his side soothingly, “but— with your heat, I bet I can make you come on it again."

“C-come on it?” Peter whispers, sounding overwhelmed and terrified, and Tony recoils a bit when his sugary-sweet scent turns bitter, distressed.

Oh god, “No, no baby, just rest, okay? I’ll take care of you. I promised, remember?"

Peter’s body relaxes and curls back into Tony’s arms, sighing gently, “I do. Thank you, Alpha. And then... and then we can go see the lights?"

Tony chuckles, already reaching a hand around to work Peter’s sweet little Omega cock back to hardness.

Oh, they’ll be seeing the lights alright.

#starker #ironspider #tangled crossover #omegaverse #sex pollen #fuck or die trope #dub/con #sorry if this ruined tangled for you #sfsummerbingo21 #starkerfestivalsevents #omega!peter #alpha!tony #it’s long and i have no regrets #poor peter is so confused by the sexy times #god i love this trope

[vile-bile-lizard]

Oh I forgot I have a story some might enjoy >:3cc

CW: needles / Blood draw (only mentioned), anxiety, nearly fainting, Lotsa nausea but not vom (sorry 😞)

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sO a while ago I had to get my blood drawn for some tests. I was pretty nervous since it had been a really really long time since the first and only other time I had blood taken from me. Because of this I didn’t drink any water, too anxious and all that... Which is a horrible idea on top of being forced to fast.

Fast forward, i’m sitting in the weird lil chair trembling and laughing/smiling through chattery teeth. After a very.. difficult time finding a vein and having to go for one in my hand, I start feeling just.. off I’m too hyperfocused on what the dr is doing, feeling it, and suddenly i’m hearing “you look really pale” all muffled.

Suddenly it hits really hard. My head is spinning as my eyes squeeze shut, I feel so hot and so cold, it sounds like someone stuffed cotton in my ears and i’m barely registering every other word spoken to me... I press my clammy face into the person with me, trying to take deep breaths but the icky feeling is only getting worse. And then my stomach starts to churn. “Stop.. I f-feel wrong.” I’m told just a few more moments.. “Please, no more, really.” I’m told we have to finish filling the vial. “I feel sick..” Finally, things are moving. An alcohol swab is being held under my nose. I haven’t opened my eyes but after a few moments I shove the swab away, mouth now full of thick saliva as my stomach cramps. “m gonna vomit” I’m brought a trashcan and instantly grab the side, my hands shaking so fucking much.. The trashcan is full of alcohol swabs and the smell of rubbing alcohol burns with every forceful deep breath I take. I spit a mouthful of nausea drool into the trashcan and the dr, who is helping hold the can for me, rubs my shoulder and says “Get it out, c’mon” I shake my head at him cause ‘no, I don’t wanna, you’re watching and I don’t like vomiting’ but i’m too busy battling the nausea to risk what might happen if I open my mouth and try to speak.

I honestly.. got really close to throwing up. I could taste the faint acidic burn at the back of my throat and I was salivating up a storm. The waves of nausea just kept getting worse and worse, but... nothing ever came. After throwing such a big fit, my stomach settled and I sniffled at the now drippy snot in my nose. They brought me a cold water and I wasn’t allowed up until I drank the majority of it, which my still slightly rocky tummy wasn’t completely happy with at first.

As icky as it was in the moment... I didn’t waste any time laughing about it right after.

#lizard talks #irl emeto story #not rlly emeto but kinda #all the nausea #nausea #faint #TW: Needles #TW: blood draw #medical scenario #anxiety mention #emetophilia #emeto #uhhh idk what else to tag this hahaha