#disgusting vomit inducing

[il-predestinato]

Sigh… this is the only Lestappen I’m getting out of this awful weekend. I’ll take it: 1-2 in the WDC!

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #australian gp 2024 #what an awful disgusting race and vomit inducing result #tiny consolation this is

[justghostthings]

Cis/het people should NOT be allowed to have weed,, that's for the transgenders,,,,

#thinking about a straight white cis man smoking and the image is almost vomit inducing #fucking disgusting!!!! not for u .... #mine #rambles

[warning-heckboop]

If I see one more Project Makeover ad I'm going to delete every single app off my phone

#I have reported every single one of their ads because they are offensive and disgusting but they just keep showing them to me anyway #Some of them are literally vomit inducing

[isyloveslife]

Disgust

cw: NSFT, gore

A short story involving Ticci Toby.

The asphalt roads made noises underneath you as you crossed into the woods. There were no sidewalks here, and the sun began to set behind the trees. The skies were painted a lovely purple, and the clouds a vulgar pink. The world was bathed in shades of orange, and the pine trees surrounding you didn't feel real at all. It felt like you were walking through a painting. The dirt molded around your footprints, and your backpack felt all the more heavier against your back. The jump from the basic worksheets of sophomore year to the textbooks of junior year added way too much weight to your bag for comfort.

But the warm skies didn't last for long. Eventually, the sun swam into the night and the moon gleamed bright. But despite the moon's best efforts, the sky lazily threw its coat of darkness upon the forest and you made sure to quicken your pace. Newspaper clippings of suicides and murders here filled your mind, and the thought you may end up as one of those lost souls in the paper terrified you. You hadn't noticed just how fast you were running until-

THWACK.

An ancient looking wooden axe slammed into the tree in front of you, narrowly missing your neck. You weren't alone.

Despite how dark the world was, you noticed the light beaming off a pair of orange goggles, and you pulled the wooden axe from out the tree, arming yourself.

A soft yet still terrifying voice whistled an unknown tune from within the trees.

Too bad you were never really into all those shitty slasher movies that released at the exact same time at the turn of the millennia. Your mind swam with possibilities. Fight, flight, or freeze. Freeze is idiotic. Flight? Why? Wastes energy. Fight was the only option to truly catch your mind's eye.

You run up to the goggled, stuttering stranger...

You throw the ancient-yet-useable axe right at his skull! But with his free hand, on instinct he grabs the blade, an idiotic move as it cuts through his thick gloves and you watch as small droplets of blood stain their wool. From how close you are, you catch a glimpse of his eyes through the goggles. You knew those eyes.. was that?

"Hey, you listening?" You said. You waved your hands in front of this one boy's face. He was sitting on a bench, reading a book. The cover was a pale green, blood red text read "The Book of Accidents." Interesting..

"I've got no one else to hang out with so I'm gonna be harassing you for the rest of break."

"Why?"

"Wha?"

"Well.. You're c-charismatic and stuff so why don't you have anyone to talk to?"

You then gestured to the groups of kids on the playground. In one corner was a group of blonde girls who all looked the same sitting in a circle, in another a group of boys were throwing each other seeing who'd land the furthest, and the kids not part of these 2 "main groups" were all fucking neurotic.

"M-makes sense." He chuckled lightly.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Oh? This? Well.. a family move back into the dad's childhood home and all of this weird shit starts happening to 'em. The dad starts seeing visions of his dead father, the mom's sculptures come to life, and the son makes a friend whose... up to no good."

"Sounds like us."

"W-what? Ohh.. s-shut up Sebastian." He awkwardly chuckles.

Cue to the next few months after that. Your charisma had scored you guys a group of friends who.. did friend stuff. You called yourselves HOB - based off a book called "Heaven's Official Blessing" that the group attempted to read at breaks. Emphasis on attempted, as it had been 3 months and you still hadn't gotten anywhere. But the attention wasn't good for all of you.

Toby - that shy boy you'd befriended and then formed a group around - was judged to hell and back. For what? His tics. Dickheads began shoving him against lockers as you'd walk to class, he'd been given the horrendous nickname "Ticci Toby" and worst of all, you recalled times where you two had been stopped walking home, only for people to beat and berate him for no more than existing. Existing was his crime. Existing.

He was pulled out of school, and you regrettably fell out of touch.

TOBY?? You didn't have time to should, as he took you freezing in shock as an opportunity to throw you to the ground. His boot felt cold against your face, and he held you in place.

"How the hell do you know who I am??"

Ahh - would admitting you knew him only.. doubly-seal your fate?? Would it buh yoh time? WhatdoIsayWhatdoIsayWhatdoIsay

"N-newspapers.." You whispered. But bith of you knew this was a lie. You had the exact same backpack as you did back then, and - honestly - your appearance hasn't changed one bit since then.

"P-please.. neither of us buy that excuse. I-I a-already know you. We were 'friends' weren't we?"

"Y-yea.. a-"

"Hey! Uh-uh-uh.. no talking over me. I remember days where they'd be beating me up and shit... a-and you just stood there. You didn't give 2 shits about me when I was.. d-declining right in front of you!! I-I had to switch to homeschooling because of them!! A-and then you... forgot about me!!" He shouted. Little tears began to decorate his masked cheeks, and his boot dug deeper into your skin, and your face was practically submerged in dirt at this point. You could barely breathe let alone respond to him, but the worst part about his ramble was that it was... it was true!! You had abandoned him!! B-but you didn't want to admit that.. you avoided admitting that because.. truly, you were a very avoidant person. You rarely confronted your problems, you ran away time and time again and the one time you hadn't done that it led to.. this.

You were letting him remain on top of you like this because you felt bad. You felt horrible for all the shit you'd done. Your worst crime wasn't just abandoning a best friend when they were in a time of need, you were guilty of much, much more. Maybe this was the fate you deserved.

He bends down on top of you.

"Go to hell."

He grabs your wrist. He pulls it above your head, at an angle where no arm should turn, and it makes the most grueling of snapping noises. He pulls it, and he pulls your shirt down, exposing your shoulders. He runs his fingers over your shoulder blades, and he hacks and saws at the joint where the arm meets the torso. Eventually it comes clean off.

He flips you over.

He pulls your shirt off, over your head, and he throws his axe into a... um... ahh

In my back. He throw it into my stummy. Jt bleeds over and all over.

You hear his zipper coming undone, and he.. he just fucking whips his dick out. He slides it in and out of the crevice of flesh he's just created. In and out. He bends over your body, and he cups your chin in his rough hands.

"You know... despite how distant you were, I a-always thought you were.. c-cute. Probably the cutest b-boy in our year, no doubt. But... I-i'm guessing that's where your good q-qualities end.. ahaha..." he chuckles to himself, as his hold your chin grows much tighter. It hurts so fuckin' bad. You look down, onto your stomach. His dick and pants are-- a they a are covered in your blood. He continues sliding his dick in and out of the folds of flesh he had formed with his axe. You feel his... oh my god. You feel his cum entering your flesh, forming a disgusting paste. He pulls away, giving you a better look at the disgusting cum-blood mixture. His pants and lower stomach are covered in blood, his dick is stained completely crimson, but the wound is the terrifying part. You take a look at the fat, the veins, and parts of your intestines just out in the open, hiding against curtains of battered and bruised skin. The blood that the wound is covered in has been turned into a sticky, glue-like mixture involving Toby's semen. He shoves his hands into the wound, and pulls a blue vein out, placing it against your stomach.

You're all but dead at this point, and the life gently begins to leave your eyes. Your hearing is the last sense to go.

"I laJ -æ vTe you."

#ticci toby #short story #grotesque #disgusting #repulsive #vomit inducing even #gore #cw: gore #cw: nsft #cw: suggestive

[craycraybluejay]

I'm scared

#just in general #i want to be alone people are so awful and there is so much with them #complexes and dangers and conflict #and i'm scared #of the world #and I'm scared of what happened and what's going to happen #and i want to entomb myself in complete aloneness and lay in private sin until i too die #is that too kind for me #is that too much to ask #the entire world repulses me and sickens me #could i be so lucky as to be outside it until i starve #humans are like insects #disgusting and going where they dont belong and doing what they want touching you without any regard for consent #every human thinks the entire world belongs to them #i hope they explode #i hope no one ever talks to me or touches me again #talking to people makes my skin crawl i distrust them so deeply yet i am too honest #it makes me sick i make me sick it is so paranoia inducing and i feel vomit threaten to crawl up my throat #and claim me the same way every crawly monstrosity has tried to. #i hate it i hate noticing myself make mistakes right as i am making them. i hate how it just feels like i use other people to hurt myself #when last did i feel safe in 'my own' body in 'my own' home around 'my own' species #i don't remember #every time i talk to someone lately my head is buzzing low static

[fynori]

he/him but not in a manly way, moreso in a stray cat you found on the side of the road that clearly just swam through a sewer and definitely has rabies way

#emphasis on the rabies #most skrungly disgusting vomit inducing cat youve ever had the misfortune to lay your eyes on #you probably contract several diseases just looking at it #thats me. i am the cat.

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Got catcalled twice with my fellow lady manager while out on a 20 min walk today. (And honestly it was probably her getting catcalled)

A male coworker continued to ignore my entire existence while acknowledging every other female around me at the same time

A customer yelled at me until i gave him attention.

Am I ever going to be given the respect I deserve or have earned? Am I ever going to like how I look? My money’s on no for both. Sigh.

#tbd #knowing it was my boss being catcalled and then being ignored #i just feel so ugly and hideous and just disgusting #and destroyed any motivation i had to focus on my work today #GOD im just vomit inducing #and even if i waa the one getting called at id have felt gross #sigh #i just hate myself

[thot4ellie]

the way i would give her the most, sloppiest, juiciest, wettest, dirtiest sickening, astounded, stomach turning, emetic, disgusting, revolting, abhorrent detestable, noisome, fulsome, horrid, repugnant, loathsome, shameful, mortifying, degrading, humiliating, ignominious, eye rolling, moist, cockeyed, astonished, drizzly, sopping, sticky, teeming, soaked, loaded, sloshed, dewiest, mind blowing, leg trembling, amazing, paralyzing, gut wrenching, vile, eye twitching, lip biting, appalling, steamy, surprised, succulent, muggy, drippy, waterlogged, "please stop i can't take much longer" whining and begging, back arching, spit running down my mouth, eyes filled with tears, mascara running down my face, swirling my tongue around the tip, hair pulling, knees getting weaker by the minute, throat getting bruised over and over again, eyes rolled back of the head, can't even breathe from how it's gurgling in in my throat, ascending, hot, flabbergasting, creaming in my pants, grabbing hold of her arm tightly, soul snatching, rumbustious, scrumdiddlyumptious, death inducing, load ready for take off at any minute, begging me to stop, edging, aching, everything in between, never ending, chained to the chair, cum shooting, creamiest pie, vomit, licking, spitting, spirituality enticing, provoking head ever!

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#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x reader #the last of us

[teja-has-puppet-autism]

I really genuinely deeply passionately need people to stop seeing mpreg as this gut-wrenching disgusting joke of a thing in general

But especially if you consider yourself a trans ally or even trans acceptor.

Trans men can and do get pregnant, this is not a vile joke, this is not a disgusting vomit inducing thing. This is just pregnancy, and the outrage, performative or not, that occurs when it is even mentioned in passing is fucking detrimental to masculine trans folks.

#trans tag #transphobia #transgender #transandrophobia

[allfearstofallto]

Where I think their darling is from + How they met them - headcanon drabbles

Yandere! Scaramouche, Diluc, Ayato (separate) x reader.

AN: I couldn't think of one for Childe, but spoilers, I think his darling is from Liyue. I'm also writing a full fic based on Ayato's section, just putting on the finishing touches!

Scaramouche -

A Drunk from Mondstadt

The city of freedom. A cute name. A lying name. He knew better than to think there was such a thing as actual freedom, but if it helped the drunken residents sleep at night to believe that, then so be it.

Missions to Mondstadt were short work for him. Partially because he was one of the few Fatui who didn't want to stop and take a drink or enjoy the scenery and “freeing wind” as they called it. He’d rather get things over with and just go home.

“Free samples! Free samples!” That was another thing he hated about Mondstadt. It was constantly noisy. Whether it be advertisements or the people themselves, the city was never quiet.

“Would you care for a sample?” He wanted to ignore you and just walk past, but of course you had to call him out personally. He scoffed and shot you a glare, something that would make most people tremble, but you didn't even flinch. Were you dumb? Or just plain ignorant, either way he didn't see your future as being very bright.

“Wow, you're very angry. Maybe you need two samples,” you reached over to the table next to you and handed him two cups. A sickly sweet smell hit his nostrils and he resisted the urge to gag, “It's a new mead recipe, including this season's fresh fruit. A very popular flavor, I designed the recipe myself.”

He raised an eyebrow at what you said? The hopeful look in your eye made him actually want to drink this sugar concoction. Pure anticipation on your face, a look that was normally annoying to him, but he found your hopefulness rather charming. Cute even.

Scaramouche eyed the cup for a second longer. Then brought it up to his lips. Disgusting. It was absolutely disgusting. That syrupy sweetness coating his tongue damn near induced vomiting, but he held back any emotions. The only pleasant part of the entire drink was the bitter liquor aftertaste.

“So?” You asked. There was a sparkle in your eyes like a gem, he felt himself falter, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. He wanted to be soft to you.

“It's good,” he muttered, a bold face lie of he'd ever told one before, but you seemed to believe it.

“Thank you, sir!” You exclaimed and he could help, but to partially match your smile.

As you continued to talk and recommend wines and beers to try, he barely listened, but he couldn't walk away. The eccentric way you spoke and moved had a hold on him. He wanted that at home with him. Maybe Mondstadt wouldn't be so bad to visit again after all.

Diluc -

A Scholar from Sumeru

Diluc’s mornings consisted of walking around the vineyard, checking on the grapes, and pulling away any that weren't purely perfect. It was a job that started long before the sun even rose and only ended right before the winery opened.

The day looked average. Nothing too out of place. Nothing except for you. With the way you were crouched so still, he almost didn't notice you, your unmoving form practically making you blend in with a bush of grapes. But there you were. Dressed from head to toe in the green Akademiya garbs, he hadn't seen a scholar outside of Sumeru in some time.

“You're quite a long way from home,” he finally spoke to you, crossing his arms to make himself look more intimidating, “And you're trespassing. The winery doesn't open for another four hours,”

You finally turned your head to look up at him with a look of confusion on your face, “But I'm not here for wine?” You said, tilting your head to the side. Finally you stood, picking something up that was next to you. A small notebook, an obvious accessory for a scholar, “I'm here for the grapes.”

One of Diluc’s red eyebrows raised in confusion, “We don't just sell the grapes,”

“I know that!” You laughed like he said something truly funny, even lightly hitting him on the shoulder. Your strike felt no heavier than a feather's touch against his built shoulder, “I'm studying them. Wine from Mondstadt is known to have the best taste, and I'm researching that.”

“By trespassing?”

“By studying your grapes. Good wine starts with its grapes,” you affirmed. You opened your notebook in front of him to show him doodles and notes that you’d written, all actually pertaining to grapes. So you actually weren't lying.

A small smile formed on his lips. It was like it was forced out of him. You were truly passionate about what you were doing, even if it was something as mundane as the grapes that went into wine.

“How about you study the grapes when the sun is up? I have a spare room in the manor that you could use,” Diluc wasn't one to shy away from kindness, but normally staying a night in the manor costs more than a few fun drawings and a charismatic character, but he felt himself falling into an ease around you.

“Could I? Really? Thank you,” You followed him as he led you up the steps to the manor. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he still let one of his hands fall and hold your waist as you walked up the stairs.

He was attracted to you, yes, his red eyes couldn't seem to leave your face as you talked on and on, but the hand wasn't placed there because of that. He wanted to make absolutely sure that you wouldn't stumble, like he didn't trust you not to trip and fall over your own feet.

If you noticed the hand, you didn't say anything and as the two of you walked into the manor together, the idea tickled his mind of never allowing you to leave.

Ayato -

a sneak thief from Inazuma

What you were doing was bases to have you killed. He wondered if you knew that. If you did then you were even more bold for doing it.

The maids in the Kamisato estate all had the same face to him. Obviously, they looked different, but remembering their faces and names wasn't too important to him. All that mattered was that they worked.

And worked you did, diligently at that, until all eyes were off of you. The first time he saw you do it, he thought he'd misunderstood. Obviously, you didn't notice that he was there, so when you took a silver teaspoon off of the tray, and dropped it into the sleeve of your obi, his eyes went wide.

He thought that it was a one time occurrence, that maybe he caught you when you were truly desperate. But then you did it again. And again. And again. You were outright stealing from the Kamisato estate, whilst being one of his loyal employees. And yet somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be angry about it.

Your brazen display of disrespect towards the Kamisato name was honestly a little refreshing. Yes, you still bowed when he approached you and referred to him by proper honorifics, but to know that right under his nose, you were still taking from him, that thought was rather thrilling.

While you thought you were being stealthy, and in truth you were. Your sleight of hands was one to be reckoned with. You were good, but not good enough for him to not notice. What you were doing was something you could be killed for. Treason. Blasphemy even. And he fawned over how he could use that against you.

#genshin #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere x you #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere diluc #yandere ayato #yandere diluc x reader #yandere ayato x reader

[youryanderedaddy]

yan prison guard who hates u but low-key wants to f??

YES?!

tw: female reader, hinted non-con, period cramps, physical neglect, abuse of power, hinted blood play, reader is hinted to be a criminal, starts flirty but ends dead dovey xD My Ko - fi <3

"Shit." You mumble, your back softly resting against the cold wall. You reach for the nearest utenstil on the ground - all metal now, since you broke one too many nice porcelain plates - and throw it against the bars with little consideration to the vomit inducing "food" still left inside. The yellow sauce splashes all over the floor, and you look up, not even bothering to hide your smug expression.

"I could make you lick that up, you know." Darcy states, adding little emotion to his already monotone voice - his eyes glued to the book in his lap and all the tiny little words in it, perfectly pristine fresh ink in the stuffy air. His gloved hands are digging into the paper, almost crumpling it, and you now know that his pale hands are simply incapable of holding anything gently - even the things he actually likes.

"Will you?" You tease, but the warning bells at the back of your mind go off nonetheless, seemingly in spite of your best attempts to come off as playful and not desperate. He rarely jokes around - not exactly the fun type. "I'll decide after I finish this page." Your warden chuckles humorlessly. "Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline." He starts reading aloud, licking his cold lips. "So be earnest..." You can feel his gaze on you, caging you in like a wild animal. "And repent." He finally closes the book. "Revelation 3:19." The blonde repeats quietly, turning his attention back to you - and you realise calling out was a mistake, but now it's too late. He's got you in his clutches.

"My stomach hurts. Tell me, Father Allmighty, is this devine punishment too?" You spit out sarcastically, hugging your knees in order to numb the pain a bit. "Or am I simply on my period?" It's your turn to giggle, although it hurts to do so - anything to mask the unease tugging at your vocal cords every time you're faced with that demon.

His eyes narrow in response, and his fingers circle his nose bridge as he scoffs at you, annoyance quickly spreading across his irritatingly handsome, yet equally sharp features.

"Your voice makes my head throb. Stop it." The guard barks, voice dropping low in warning. Still, you decide to push your luck due to pure and simple physical need. "But it hurts." You let yourself whine, slowly revealing your collarbone - and silently hoping that just this once the sweat will look like glitter. "I don't care." He hisses, picking his book again.

You roll your eyes.

"Alright. Sure. But you'll be the one cleaning the bloody sheets after." You mutter under your breath, crossing your hands. You're not sure what's more frustrating - the way your stomach is trying to eat itself or having to appease a narcissistic maniac with too much power and free time through it. Somewhere in the part of your brain still capable of rational thought you realize you should be provided with basic hygiene products just like all the other female prisoners. What makes you different, you guess, is the fact that you're kept under lock and key almost extensively. Solitary confinement 24 hours a day, except for Darcy.

He brings you food. He helps you bathe - if you've been good enough. He's the only one who knows if you're dead or alive. Hell, he may be the only one who even cares.

"I'm sure cleaning up your mess will be quite exciting." The blonde cracks a tiny, self evident smile only he knows the meaning of - and you would have frowned in disgust if you could still feel that lovely human emotion. "Admit it, you actually like the thought of me bleeding, you little freak." You scrunch your nose at him, then look back to the floor, the filth so thick it almost sticks to your slightly less dirty shoes. "Takes one to know one." Darcy responds nonchalantly, running his hand through his slick white locks.

At that moment the cramps return in full force, your lower abdomen on fire with sharp stabbing pain. You remember some fragmentary tips from your scrappy teen years - you close your eyes and breath in deeply, you bite the inside of your cheek - you even pray to whoever is listening, but it just won't stop. So you bargain.

"You can have it." You say with difficulty, folded in half. Hot tears prick your eyes and you try to fight them, but soon give into the agony. It's such a relief to cry after months of resilience - to break down completely and let your most vulnerable self out.

The warden takes a single steps towards the bars and motions for you to move closer. You crawl to him, your hand supporting your lower belly in the process. He takes a good look at you and slowly, almost gently caresses your face through the metal - eyes suddenly softened by the image of you dancing in the palm of his hand.

If it was anyone else he'd be simply repulsed by this clear display of weakness. If it was another prisoner, another hardened criminal, he'd have no problem following his own principles of zero tolerance - of crushing and breaking their spirit until nothing was left. But it was you and your beatiful, stipid tears that mesmerized him to no end, that haunted his dreams and turned his bloodlust into something a lot more sinister. Something harder to capture, harder to fight - and easier to give into.

"You can have it." You repeated tearfully, rubbing at your soft wet eyelids - completely still. Scared of your own flesh and its betrayal. "My mind, my body, anything. Just please give me some pills. I can't take it." You whimper pitifully, shaking under his watchful eyes. He's holding onto your cheek, but you feel like he's got you in a suffocating embrace. And then just when you're about to kneel down, he unlocks the door to your cell.

"I've been taking your brain apart for months now." Darcy whispers softly, taking off one of his gloves and letting it drop to the floor. He takes another step towards your cowering form. "Your body, on the other hand, is a white canvas." He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his burning gaze - and the pain fades away instantly, replaced by raw, intense fear. "I wonder what your insides look like. Surely, they're beatiful."

You feel his lips on your neck, followed by the tip of a knife - a butterfly kiss.

#yandere #male yandere #yancore #male yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere warden #yandere prison guard

[sb-essebi]

thinking about... Dream telling Desire to stay away from Hob. Telling them that he'll forget they're family if they hurt Hob or mess with him somehow. Not because Desire has done anything to Hob in almost 700 years he's been alive, but just in case. Because Dream loves Hob, actually, he loves him so much he won't say a word about it because obviously Hob would never be interested and besides Dream's love is ruin yadda yadda so he'll be damned if Desire is the one to bring about Hob's doom just because Dream was clear enough that Hob is off-limits.

Desire just... shudders in disgust and is like. No. Don't worry, not going anywhere near that one. Never been, never gonna. Not happening, thank you very much.

And Dream is just completely befuddled because Desire sounds... actually 100% honest? So Dream replies with the most confused and high-key offended "Why???", because why wouldn't Desire mess with Hob? Can't they see that Dream loves him desperately? can't they see that Hob is fucking perfect, actually, and he's Dream's best friend and Dream's whole world can't revolve around him but it's a close thing? how dare they not consider Hob worthy of being messed with?

(yes, Dream is so caught up on being offended that Desire doesn't seem to see how important and perfect Hob is that he doesn't realize that Desire being uninterested is ideal and literally Dream's desired outcome)

So Desire explains that they literally couldn't stand being in the same room as Hob. Ugh. Just perceiving him, his desires, his heart is vomit-inducing. Hob tastes of unconditional devotion to Dream. He reeks of pure unbridled scorching-hot lust for Dream. His heart has a Dream-shaped hole in it and has Dream's name written all over it. He desires the tiniest scrap of Dream's attention with the same intensity he desires Dream's hand in marriage. He'd be great if he were just greedy for life and food and drink and sex but nooo, he takes those just enough for granted these days that he desires nothing but Dream's company, Dream's smiles, Dream's touch, Dream in his home, Dream in his dreams, Dream's lips and the feel of Dream's hair and the smell of Dream's skin and the taste of Dream's- listen, it's just Dream Dream Dream in that guy's head all day every day and Desire. can't. stand it. It's not the too much desiring that's the problem, it's the too much desiring Dream that is. Desire WISHES they could just cut Hob off from their realm so they could stop feeling it, but they can't!

Anyway, this is how Dream finds out Hob loves him, and he has to excuse himself immediately to process the double delight of "he loves me back" and "this very fact makes Desire's existence absolutely wretched"

Of course, Desire's existence is about to become even more miserable as Dream satisfying some of Hob's desires is like a dam breaking open, if he wanted Dream when he thought it would never happen then watch Hob want him now that it's within his grasp. Desire never knows peace again.

#dreamling #desire of the endless #text #my post

[sanemisstalker]

NSFW // KNY characters that are serial humpers. There's nothing they won't rub themselves on for just a small chance to get off.

CW: GN Reader/ Both Genitals reffered to/ specific CW will be before each character so you can peruse as you see fit.

Karaku

Object Of choice : Anything and Everything.

CW: Genital Mutilation (he gets curious, no scene), Dub-con/Non-con, Somnophilia.

-While I think all of the Clones have a bit of a problem keeping it to themselves, I think Karaku, being, you know, the pleasure clone, is most certainly a cum chaser.

-He can barely keep his hand out of his pants in public, all but physically refuses to hide his boners, and, worst of all, you can't keep underwear in one piece, on, or even around.

-This man is disgusting. The only difference between him and the others is that he's unabashed about it. You'd think the honesty would help, but it just doesn't. Not after he's torn through your last set of undergarments and now what?

-'So what? I don't wear anything- eh? What do you mean it's digusting?!'

-He's so proud about it too, it's almost disheartening.

-Is not gentle with his dick. It can just regrow, I'm sure he's done- awful things to it.

-I think that pleasure thing comes at a cost. It's a signifier of Hantengu's lack of impulse control. Karaku probably can't stop himself, even if he wants to, which he never would because lusting is his only purpose.

-Everything is made to read as innately sexual to him- doesn't matter if it's your fist or a cheese grater- He's experimental with his nerves to a self destructive degree.

-'I didn't intend to cut it off- no! I saw a photo of a man that flayed it o- Hey! It's not that bad! Just liste- It'll fix itself soon!'

-I don't know what else He'd do other than jack off, or try and convince the other clones to jack off. I don't think he has- hobbies?

-Definitely tries to hump you in your sleep. If you don't wake up to him jerking off, you're waking up to him trying to slip between your thighs.

-'I just got horny- no no- just go back t- hey, no, you're not allowed to leave? Come back! Y/N!'

Aizetsu

Object of Choice : Your thigh

CW: Severe Depression / BDSM Dynamics (Severe degradation, both self and inflicted) (Aizetsu receiving)

-What a miserable fuck, he doesn't know what to do with himself half the time, so when he gets horny he just cries and begs.

-He's a manifestation of every awful thought Hantengu ever had in that big ol' head of his. Aizetsu just drips with the most gut wrenching, vomit inducing level of self-hatred you've ever seen anytime you're intimate.

-you begin to wonder if being talked down to appeals to him more than he'd like to admit.

-He's like a dog when he asks, because, at the end of the day, he's still Hantengu, a selfish bastard who self serves. Aizetsu just doesn't have the joy receptors for it- his nerves jump at the bud for any impulse they can fufill.

-When you let him ride your thigh, because he's pathetic, and he looked so... him asking, it became his favourite thing. Ever.

-When you two are alone, he'll just beg for it out loud. He has no self respect. So much shame that he'll never conquer.

-'Please, please- Y/N- I- I'll do whatever you want me to. You're the only person I can do this with, they'll all- laugh at me- please please- I'm sorry, I know, I'm- God I'm worthless- I can't do anything in return, nothing will be good enough-'

-he's practically jerking himself off on your calve as he spews his self hate. You might as well give in.

-When you're infront of the other clones, he'll tug at the edge of whatever you're wearing. They all toss him hauty looks. They're disgusted by him, too. He likes humping your thigh more than his dignity infront of his fellow cluster, I guess.

-Maybe he's... a bit of a.... a lot of a masochist. You stare at him like he's dirt, there. He's a grown man humping your thigh- drool spilling out of his mouth.

-'I'm- I'm sorry I- oh god- please don't hate me- please don't hate me- please please-'

-'You're pathetic. You can't make me cum, but you have no problem mak- did you just cum again? Are you cumming right now? In your pants?... Are you serious?'

-You could easily have him wailing in minutes, maybe even seconds if you hit the right nerve. And the whole time he'll just be thrusting away, chasing his own pleasure against your skin because that's all he knows how to do.

-Push him off right as he's cumming and ruin his orgasm, he doesn't deserve to feel good (The abuse will just make him cum harder)

Kaigaku

Object Of Choice: You.

CW: Mention of Trad Wives

-Listen, I know we have a lot of Kaigaku haters in the crowd. I, however, see a man with a choker, and I see a potential slut. Give him his moment.

-I think Kaigaku would be a very selfish lover, obviously, but I don't think this is in natural capacity for him. I think he's like, brainwashed by societies standards of what attracts him, especially in a relationship.

-You know when you see a 'sigma' guy that's really upset his trad wife who he specifically picked out for being trad won't do anal? That's Kaigaku.

-So he's really, really upset when you won't put out.

-You see a chance, though. A chance for a life lesson.

-Kaigaku is allowed to fuck you... just not really fuck you. He's allowed to use your hand. He's allowed to use your thighs. He can rut in between your pussy lips/ up and down your shaft-

-He is not allowed in you. And it lights him up.

-'Thats a stupid rule! You think I'm not enough? Are you fucking someone else? Are you making fun of me?!' He'd probably try to insight a screaming match for a week, but you just won't give in-

-Fine. Whatever. He just won't touch you, won't talk to you- won't-

-The first time Kaigaku slides in between your thighs, he swears he sees stars. It'd been weeks... probably the longest he's ever held off on an impulse. Hadn't jerked off either, He'd been too pissed.

-Its there, in that little space between your sex and the top of your thighs, that Kaigaku finds God. At least he thinks it's god. It's got to be. He's never cum so hard in his life.

-Kaigaku becomes almost... willingly obedient. He continues to pretend he's so inconvenienced by the whole thing, but then he's sliding into your fist, and the world is just sliding away.

-I have a very specific image of standing infront of him, and him trying to angle his dick to slide in your underwear. He's really awkward, and he's struggling to stay upright because he's got to bend his knees to meet your cunt/cock- and it's just not working, but that's the only way you'd let him get off on you that day-

-It like, kind of gives me the ick thinking about him doing it, but also like- Aw? He'll literally do anything to get off now? You broke him?

-'I can't- it- it's too hard-' He'd mumble, voice sounding particularly defeated. 'I just- I want to cum-'

-'Too bad.' You'd go to walk away, and He'd jerk off on the floor, pissed as hell. He wouldn't be able to cum and that'd just make him angrier, because now he has to go beg his partner, who he's whipped for, to please let him use their pussy/dick again-

-He's like, never been this needy before, though. He's not supposed to want to chase you. He's supposed to have people throwing themselves at him- It's kind of... exciting, to be denied.

-You know, guys that whimper are really cool, but idk, I think Kaigaku's a whiner. I think he whines and groans and it's really unsightly but??? There's something so appealing about it? Like, he's so big and strong and his ego is so inflated, and he's just toppling for you?

Enmu

Object of Choice : Your pillow

CW: Enmu / Crossing of explicit sexual boundaries.

-Listen, he's not right in the head. Enmu never claimed to be right in the head, either, but he's particularly fond of cumming on your pillow. Not just humping it, cumming on it. He doesn't really know why either.

-'It just feels right, I think.' He'd reason.

-'Do you want to- cum in my hair? On my face-'

'No, I want to cum on your pillow. It's where you sleep.' Thats the only explanation you get from him. He cannot articulate anymore.

-He doesn't even think about it when he's doing it. He's just got one leg hiked up on the bed, a thumb pressing the head of his cock into the plush, and he's just thrusting- almost blind.

-He doesn't ever remember the build up to getting there, or what in his brain is satisfied by doing this, but if he doesn't do it, something... off will happen, he's sure.

-You catch him, one day. You thought he was just cumming on it- no, he's got his full weight in his pelvis, pitching his hips forward with all his might. You didn't even know Enmu could physically do such a thing.

-He's not weak, obviously. He's a demon, but you all rarely have sex where he's the one leading, so it's a bit of a shock to watch him be so... rough with the fabric.

-He's almost in a trance, it's kind of scary, until he cums, and he covers his mouth with both hands, and his hole body shakes. The fucker knows he has to keep this silent...

-Maybe you're...Maybe you're not right in the head either, because you really, really want to be that pillow.

This might have a part 2, because i think Mitsuri would be prone to this.

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[heaven4lostgirls]

Serene living

pairing: Barty crouch jr x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k summary: Barty Crouch Jr loves his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N loves their boyfriend and after a little conversation Barty gets a little jealous.

a/n: this wasn't requested but I miss writing so this just came to mind as I was listening to music

Barty usually spent the better part of his day slacking off, he would convince Evan to spend their time pranking the first years around them whilst you, Regulus and Pandora spent your time near the black lake talking and reading in peaceful serenity. This was often interrupted by your significant others raucous laughter and him and Evans thudding footsteps. You meet Regulus’ bored expression and Pandora’s dreamlike giggle, and you roll your eyes playfully as your feel Barty fall down next to you and throw his arm around you.

You shove him playfully and whine as he pulls the book you planned on reading out of your hands. “I’m trying to read Barty” your groan only fuels his playful expression as he stands up and starts reading your passage out loud in a dramatic fashion. “His eyes darkened at her lustful gaze- woah what the fuck is this” he cried as he skipped through the pages trying to read your obviously very…fruitful choice of novel.

Your cheeks warm as Regulus quirks a brow over his own copy of what you know to be a well known queer romance with some very descriptive passages. You whine and make your way to stand as Barty continues to parade your novel around the tree you all had been leant against. Barty starts a small jog around everyone in hopes of you not catching up to him and your annoyance turns fond at his sparkling eyes and melodramatic tone as he continues to retell the characters sexual endeavours.

“Wait, how the bloody hell did they get into that position? Love, your book is very confusing” he complains as Evan snorts into his hand at Barty’s inability to understand. You manage to grab the novel from his hand and scowl at him, his playful gaze meets yours and when he sees your little scowl, he makes it his mission to make you laugh instead. He begins to quickly pepper kisses all over your face in hopes of hearing your laughter and he is once again successful in his plan as your melodic giggles fill the air. You can feel the smile on his face as he places small kisses on your neck.

“You two are so cute” Pandora’s sweet voice pulls you both out of your moment as you smile over Barty’s shoulder. “Vomit inducing more like” you hear Dorcas say as she places her school bags on the grass as she lays down. “Thanks Dora, why so salty Cas? Marlene ignores you in class or something” Barty teases and Dorcas throws up her middle finger as she covers her eyes from the bright sun. You laugh as you pull Barty down to sit next to Regulus as you make your way in between in his legs and lean back into him.

“I’ll have you know I had double potions with Slughorn before this break” you all simultaneously wince or negatively react at her statement, Slughorn’s lectures could go on for ages and all of you were accustomed to the few students who had fortunately fallen asleep and not been caught. You sigh happily and snuggle into Barty’s soft wool jumper as you hear Pandora talking to Evan and Doracs about the new crystals she had found in the woods while looking for Wrackspurts.

 You hear Barty hum as his hands play with your fingers before he leans down closer to your ears in order to mumble a question to you “You want to take a nap in the dorm love?” and you mindlessly hum as you think about it, shaking your head you look up at him. “No, I quite like it here, are you tired?” you question him softly and he shakes his head softly as he pecks your forehead. You both tune into the current conversation that’s being had, something about James Potters good looks coming from Regulus and Evans disagreement, he’s more into Sirius to Regulus’ disgust whilst Dorcas thinks Remus is the more attractive Marauder whilst Pandora shyly expresses, she prefers Peter.

They all turn to the both of you with deadly serious expressions that you’re almost scared to find out what they’re about to ask you. “Who’s the most attractive out of the Marauders?” Its Evan that poses the question to which you scrunch your face in an animated thinking expression. Barty answers with zero hesitance “Remus.” He says confidently and you raise your brow at him “You’ve thought about this” you accuse him, and he shrugs with a shit-eating grin on his face. “What? Am I not allowed to recognise the beauty that is Remus bloody Lupin?” he defends, and you shake your head at him.

“James.” You shrug and Regulus meets your eyes with a smirk full well knowing that you both had this conversation before you and Barty had started dating after a couple drinks at a Slytherin party. Barty’s hands tighten around you, and you look up to see his face in a scowl. “What? Can’t handle Y/N having other peoples attention?” Regulus smirks at him in teasing and Barty huffs petulantly. “Why’d you say that” he whines as he pouts down at you. Your laughter makes his scowl deepen further. “So, it’s okay for you to admire Remus’ beauty but I can’t say I find James Potter fit?” you laugh at his pettiness, and he rolls his eyes. “That! Was very different” he points out and you cackle harder.

“Calm down Bartemius, nobody is stealing from your psycho ass.” Evan snorts and you start wheezing as Barty puffs his chest out in what you assume is supposed to be pride “damn right.” He says as he pulls you closer to him. You both often were never found far from one another, Barty was always someone who showed his affection through touch and normally whenever you were in his vicinity he often found his body seeking you out, always having an arm around your waist or your hands interlocked as you both took notes in class.

As you calm down from your laughing fit and the conversation shifts onto something else you see the Marauders make their way towards the black lake as well and without thinking you lift your hand and shout across the grounds. “Alright Potter?” you grin and as he turns around to look for you he smiles and waves at you “Yeah and you?” you laugh loudly as you basically feel Barty’s heated glare “Alright thanks” he nods and makes his way to where Sirius, Remus and Peter are waiting for him. Once he turns back around the group bursts into laughter as Barty scowls at all of you.

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[kitkatscabinet]

Oh baby

Osferth x fem reader

Summary: After finding out some life-changing news Osferth takes to his self assigned role as your protector with an increased vigour.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: discussions of sex

A/N: In the spirit of historical accuracy women wouldn't have realised they were pregnant on the basis of missing a period. Lifestyle and poor diet choices meant that while women still had regular periods they would not have had one every month. Frequent childbearing also worked to stymie menstruation so it could be very easy to miss. if we were really going for accuracy however, most women wouldn't realise they were pregnant until baby started to kick. Also in opposition to Saxon men, Vikings were in the delivery room.

The alehouse was alive with the revelry of its drunken patrons, your table in particular contributing largely to the volume. Finan and Sihtric had already been near blind drunk by the time you had slunk out of bed with Osferth. Though they had been very quick to try and rectify his soberness even if you had refused, stomach suddenly lurching with nausea at the prospect of a drink.

Your refusal had caused some shock and outrage, though it was quickly forgotten as the men delved deeper and deeper into their cups. All the while you were attempting to keep a smile on your face even if you wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor and die.

All your efforts not to upend your stomach onto the floor ended up being for nought as Sihtric drunkenly threw the contents of his mug over you. There was a split second of silence as the men looked on in horror, waiting for your inevitable rage. The silence quickly morphs into yells of disgust and worry as you simply turn to the side and throw up. The smell of ale so close to your nostrils finally does you in.

Osferth is up and at your side in an instant, pulling back your hair and rubbing your back as he tried to work out what was wrong.

"I'm ok" you mumbled, even though your stomach was still rioting. "Haven't been feeling good all morning, didn't want to worry you. I guess the smell just pushed me over. I feel a lot better now" you weakly tried to convince your hovering man.

"You know, I was thinking you looked a bit shit" Sihtric piped in ever so helpfully. Only to receive the full force of Osferth's glare.

Despite your many protests you end up being escorted back to your small house with Osferth on one arm and Finan on the other, both hovering incessantly. It takes what feels like an hour to convince your worried ex-monk that you weren't dying and that he didn't need to get a healer to check on you.

Unfortunately for you, the next morning heralds an even worse bout of sickness that has you heaving up the first bite of your breakfast just outside your front door. You had also been suddenly afflicted by fatigue that had you unable to leave your bed for long.

Osferth was beside himself with worry but with the added symptoms of incredibly tender breasts and memories of Gisela's own pregnancies you had your own suspicions.

You had your Lord get Osferth out of your hair, even with his many protests, and called upon Hild to help you confirm your thoughts.

When Osferth returns home, hands anxiously twisting like he expects to find you dead your good news is interrupted by yet another round of vomiting. Which inevitably sets Osferth off once more and it takes a groaned declaration interrupted by your eye watering gags to stop him from storming out the door for a healer.

"What?" he croaks out, voice tinged with hope.

"I'm with child. You're going to be a father. Congratulations" you miss his reaction as your face is still buried in the bucket but you are almost certain he nearly faints at the news. In his excitement he pulls you into his arms and plants a kiss on your hairline, ignoring the way you groan at the nausea-inducing movement.

"I'm going to be father! We're going to be a family" Hearing his voice crack at the declaration you look up only to witness the tears flooding his eyes, which of course in turn makes you cry as well.

Osferth holds you in his arms as the two of you cry tears of joy, bucket and nausea are forgotten for now as he pulls you up and out the door. It doesn't take him long to track down the men that had become his family (read: drinking like always) to share the news.

"Lord!" Osferth yells, smile splitting his face and catching the attention of not just his Lord but every patron in the building. "I'm going to be a father Lord!" A hush fell at the news before uproarious cheers filled the building. Finan was the first to pull you into a hug, his grip squeezing and Osferth was quick to bark at him for being too rough.

His minor freak out then should have been an indication to you of the times to come but you were so lost in the revelry that you hadn't thought much on it.

Now, four months since you'd been made aware of the happy news it took everything in you not to bite Osferth's head off. He had startled awake for the fifth time that night, demanding to know where you were going without him. And for the fifth time you hissed that you just needed to piss, and that it was really none of his business.

At first, his overprotectiveness had been adorable, and you still found it so most of the time. But there were only so many times you could explain you just needed to pee before you got pissed off.

On the plus side, Osferth gave and did anything you wanted without complaint. It was like his new job to be your personal servant, bending to your whims for odd food combinations and foot and back rubs like a wet rag.

His hands were constantly on you. On your hips, around your waist or gently rubbing at your now bulging belly as he glared at any that dared to wonder within a metre of your personal space.

He hardly let you do anything or go anywhere without him and while it was somewhat frustrating to be treated like glass you would endure if it gave him peace of mind. It also gave you the excuse to demand whatever you wanted during sex. An activity that your pregnant body could not seem to get enough of.

He stayed awake when you were having trouble, sacrificing his own comfort in order to try and help. He held you as you cried because your back hurt, your tits hurt and baby wouldn't stip kicking or let you sleep.

When your labours began he defied Saxon tradition to offer you his arm, helping you to walk in the early hours as your body prepared itself. Hild and even Finan were somewhat appalled when he refused to leave but Lord Uhtred and Sihtric had seemed appalled at the idea that he would leave.

Osferth remained loyally by your side even as you began cursing him out and he became queasy at the blood and your pain. By the end you are a heaving, exhausted mess, holding your child still covered in blood and gore. And Osferth is holding you, the both of you ignoring the complete mess you are to take in the little life you had created.

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#osferth #osferth x reader #x reader #the last kingdom #the last kingdom x reader #last kingdom osferth

[animentality]

there's something disgusting about Gortash being the only person who ever told the Bhaalspawn that they are more than a killing machine, or a monster, that they're as smart as he is, and that they never needed Bhaal to be great and powerful and worthy... and then, that Bhaalspawn, who rejected Bhaal and his bloody legacy... killing him in the end as penance to the world.

Like.

Deeply deranged.

cinematic and parallel, sure, but vomit inducing.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash