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beetlebug-bii · 10 months

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Hello! Can we get the next part in feral child MC please? It's very cute and now I'm excited it's okay if you can't I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I hope you have a wonderful day or night or whatever wherever you are! 😁

Feral Child Mc (unfortunately) Goes To School

A/N: of course! I hope you enjoy, I haven't slept in like two days and its two in the morning so xdtfyg I hope you enjoy starling! also I love your username so much hehehe

Content Warnings: Swearing, mentions of weed, biting, feral behavior written by a dumbass, silly goofy eepy times

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, FEEL FREE TO ASK TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT -- p.s. previous Feral MC story at the end!

Do not ask me

How

You managed

In one week, one measly week

How the FUCK YOU MANAGED TO SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE SIX TIMES

FLOOD IT THRICE

AND SOMEHOW HOT BOX LUCIFER'S ROOM

no okay I know how that last one happened and it was Lucifers breaking point

Let's just say

You and Satan have a very...

Let's say complex relationship

Some days you're so ready to beat the shit out of one another it's a shocker that nobody has died yet

Other days the brothers live in fear

They can hear the two of you scrumbling in the walls desperately, gnawing at the wooden beams and gnashing your teeth at the thought of causing the entire building to crumble, leaving the two of you to sit upon your throne of rubble and bone...

Yeah the brothers DO N O T

Appreciate Big Brother Satan bonding time

Now you would never have thought to hotbox Lucifers room on your own, honestly Satan was pretty surprised you came to him with the idea and even knew what it was and like yeah he was absolutely gonna help you with that shit because it's so fucking funny but still-

Jokes on him

You didnt come up with it

No in fact it was the man in the walls

Which you have explained to the brothers and now all of them live in fear of some fucking guy just living in their walls

Well all except Lucifer for some reason but I digress

One night whilst scrumbling you came across the attic and low and behold there was just some fucking guy in there

And at first you were like

Hello? Whys there a twink in the attic?

Anyways he didnt take too kindly to you saying that bullshit outloud and the two of you argued over whether or not he was a twink for a solid two hours before he just kind of went

Damn are you fucking high on someth-

Wait a minute

Yo kid I just had the best idea

Anyways you didnt quite get it but you were guaranteed that it would be hilarious

And it was

For all of two hours

And then it wasnt

Because Lucifer came down from his high

And got filled with stress again

Like honestly the man probably needs it you did him a favor /j

Anyways

Then you were no longer allowed "free roam without a babysitter"

"No mammon doesnt count"

"No satan doesnt count either"

"You know what, none of you count"

And then you were put on A BABY LEASH

YEAH THATS RIGHT

HARNESS AND ALL

BABY LEASHED RIGHT ALONGSIDE CERBUS AND HIS NORMAL DOG LEASH

AND YOU WERE DRAGGED TO SCHOOL

On the bright side...

At least you're actually a kid

So it's nowhere as embarrassing as it is for Levi to be hooked to the baby leash and dragged to RAD

You arrived and you were so polite

Such an angel to be around

Is what I would say if I were a fucking liar

You got there and were on all cours growling at the other students

You ran into Luke and he TREMBLED

HE YELPED AND LEAPT INTO SIMEONS ARMS

DO YOU KNOW THE PSYCHOLIGICAL DAMAGE YOU JUST DID ON THAT POOR ANGEL

of course you do

you little monster

You spent the entire first hour of class absolutely gnawing on Lucifer's ankle and you could tell he was really holding back from kicking you

And then you had a brilliant idea!!

TEETH BITE

TEETH SHARP

BITE WITH SHARP TEETH

AQUIRE FREEDOM

and thus your chomp chomp mission began, you began tearing at that leash, and eventually your efforts paid off

You were free!!!

MC IS A FREE HUMAN!!!

And so you ran

You ran like your heart depended on it

Luke

Sobbing

Screaming

Crying

Get away from him you tiny psychopath

You came running at him down the hallway and what was he even supposed to do???

HE LITERALLY CRAWLED UP A RANDOM DEMON IN FEAR, THEN JUMPED ONTO THE LOCKERS AND COWERED

of course, you tried climbing up to befriend him

...yeah

he didn't like that

He called Simeon sobbing in a panic while smacking you away with a broom handle

then you stole the broom handle...

THEN YOU STARTED BEATING PEOPLE WITH IT SIMEON

P L E A S E

S E N D

H E L P

Simeon

Hahaha aw

what a sweet little thing you are

you're just a baby human!

awwwe come here sweet ange- AHHHH

WHY ARE YOU BITING

NO BAD HUMAN

NO BITING

He is flailing his hand trying to get you to release your pirannah jaws

This does fucking nothing you are LATCHED ON

YOU ARE GAINING FRIENDS

FRIENDSHIP

LIL BITE

Simeon

had to use his foot

He put his foot on your forehead and just had to kick you off before climbing up with Luke in fear

You were scampering around like a fucking shark

The angels were holding each other, reading off their wills

Barbatos and Diavolo

of course they had to walk down the hallway

right when you started climbing the lockers

causing the angels to scream at the top of their lungs

Diavolo

he couldn't keep it together

LISTEN OKAY DONT GET ME WRONG

HE FEELS BAD THAT THEY ARE AFRAID

BUT ALSO

YOU ARE SO SM A L L

WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING THEY ARE TINY

SOMETIMES THEY BITE THATS NORMAL PROBABLY

ITS CALLED TEETHING

DUMBASSES /affectionate

Barbatos doesn't quite know how to break it to him that...children your age are far past teething age

Nonetheless, Barbatos dealt with Diavolo as a child, how much worse could you be?

...

......

.........

No one

Not a single soul

Will ever bring up this day

if they want to live

He doesn't even know where you got shoelaces

YOUR SHOES ARE VELCRO

MORE THAN THAT HOW DID YOU GET ON HIS SHOULDERS

WHAT FUCKING MOVIES HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING THAT TAUGHT YOU HOW TO PROPERLY CHOKE SOMEONE OUT???

SOMEONE NEEDS TO RESTRICT YOUR FUCKING INTERNET ACCESS

YOUR HIGHNESS, PLEASE STOP FUCKING LAUGHING I AM DYING FRFR

Solomon

dying frfr

wheezing

crying on the floor

he filmed it all

no more than that

he's live streaming

Lucifer is trying to call him

Lmao blocked

He snatched you up and fucking ran

You are his little buddy now

You are taking cover deep in a place where Solomon knows Lucifer would never look for him...

...

......

Kid don't you dare comment that we're in the gym right now

LISTEN

HE IS A NERD

A BOOK NERD

A MAGIC NERD

HE DOESNT REALLY NEED TO GO TO GYM CLASS NOW STFU BEFORE HE LEAVES YOU FOR DEAD

you know how like

in jail you make toilet wine?

well he made toilet teleportation potion

Just in time the two of you crawled in the bowl and flushed, disappearing as the brothers broke in

they'll never find you now

mwahahahaha

time to watch every season of breaking bad

watch and learn kid

watch

and

learn

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lexical-lushes · 5 months

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A Fever Like A Tide

You fall ill very suddenly.

At first, your parents treat it like any other cold you've had. Poor sweetheart. Drink some nice tea and get some rest, you'll feel better soon!

That starts to change as your fever refuses to go down.

You're not sure what you did wrong, exactly - why your mom and dad look first more and more worried, and then… colder. Harder. They stop being able to meet your eyes. They stop comforting you.

They start yelling while you're meant to be asleep.

The fever rises, drenching you in sweat. Your head feels like it's splitting open, the light hurts your eyes.

Your parents ignore you, mostly.

But not your sister. She stays by your side, brings you soup, wipes away your sweat, keeps your curtains drawn for you.

You've always been her spitting image, always wanted to be just like her. You cry when she notices your eyes are going black, losing that brilliant green hers have.

The fever worsens. You become more and more delirious, more and more weak. Your stomach hurts, you can't eat.

Still she stays by your side, sleeps next to your bed in your tiny little room, tries to coax you to eat.

The delirium is too strong for you to notice the night she's not there. There's a distant thumping, like a heartbeat. Shouting filters down to you as if you were underwater.

Your dreams are fitful. Painful.

You struggle inside your body. The fever comes in sickly crashing waves against your bones, drenching you in icewater. The ringing that's been in the distance grows ever nearer, becomes deafening.

Your stomach coils in knots and eats itself.

…and then one day you wake up.

The house is silent.

You groan, peel yourself out of your little flower-printed blanket. The light that filters past your curtain is no longer blinding, but everything is too sharp.

You call for your mom, your dad.

No reply.

You call your sister's name.

Nothing.

When you try to check the rest of the house, your door is stuck. You can barely open it a crack before it runs into something heavy and solid, too much for you to shove out of the way.

You're so hungry.

You cry out for help all afternoon, but nobody comes.

You realize, slowly, that they left you.

That they put something in front of your door.

That you must have done something terribly, terribly wrong to have deserved this.

There's no way out. Your room is barely more than a closet - the window is narrow and barred over on the outside with corroding iron. The door is wedged firmly shut.

You scream and throw yourself against it with all the strength your tiny body can muster, but it's not enough.

And always, always, that gnawing hunger sapping your strength further…

A thought invades your mind, big and scary and alien.

You're going to die.

You're going to starve to death in your room like it's a prison cell.

You chew on that thought nervously.

Yet somehow… the thought is calming. You feel your heart flutter a little as you consider it. What will it feel like, you wonder? How long will it take?

You try to shake off the curiosity, disgusted with yourself. Biting your tongue, you feel sharp fangs draw blood.

…tasty.

For nearly a week, you whimper and pace and curl up in the corner. Occasionally you try to force your way out again - you manage to wedge the door open a whole inch before you're too exhausted to throw yourself against the door any more.

You chew your tongue to dull the hunger.

But the hunger only grows, and soon your mouth is dry and cracked. Soon you're barely awake.

You feel a strange mix of peace and excitement rising in you as you recognize what's going to happen soon.

…and then your door is thrown open.

You blearily open your eyes. You sniff reflexively, catch scent of something delicious. Something vibrant.

Blood. Living, fresh blood.

Without thinking, you throw yourself at the figure there, snapping and gnashing, the hungriest you've ever been. Something wet and pulsating rips free from inside your lower back, whips through the air towards the meal you know you need to survive…

You have them pinned against the wall, every last drop of your remaining strength going into holding them down, into grabbing their face and shoving it aside to expose their neck.

And then you stop.

It's your sister, eyes wide with fear.

She came back for you.

#lushposting

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carcinizated-carcass · 5 months

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dogs !! dogs !! dogs!!

"I feel like a dog, I cry like a dog Matted mange and muzzled maw With gnashing teeth that bite and gnaw

Hide under the couch with a tail between legs Hackles raised, I curl my spine Twisted and bent to comply the confines

It's pathetic and demeaning To suffer this feeling Desperately pleading at the foot of your throne Begging and begging For a glimpse of the bone"

[26/11/2023]

#poetry #poem #poems and poetry #aesthetic poem #dog poem #rotcore #canine poetry

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wulfhalls · 2 years

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Personally I’d prefer if he’d be the one to go for her just cause they’ve made a point of having him abandon her every time she shows she’s interested to the point where he went across the friking ocean n started a family to distance himself from her. It be a nice change if this is that moment where he stops running away

yeah like we as the audience know how much he wants her but I need her to know how much he wants her too because as u said all he ever did was run from her and his feelings for her but knowing matt smith he's gonna make ever single second count even if we don't get an actual verbalisation of the fact he's gonna make it obvious we know he will:

like shaking crying quaking wailing weeping gnashing gnawing biting maiming killing howling

#asks #hotd #daemon x rhaenyra #the mattemma chemistry is gonna slam into me like that proton beam did into that russian scientists head

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stormyoceans · 6 months

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Did you see the cast's reaction to the trailer? Did you see how emotional they got? (cause same). Did you see backaof saying they're not gonna get together easily? (crying screaming throwing up) Did you see mark saying that backaof loves making us cry? (wbk mark-- we're already crying)

I am vibrating with EXCITEMENT. Also i keep thinking of the OST and i can't wait for it to be released! Aside from how beautiful it is-- i can already imagine myself putting it on repeat for months, i hope it gives us more scenes to dissect and analyze and obsess over lmao. I think it'll come out by next Wednesday? I hope sooner tho!

I DID SEE IT!!!!!!! AND TBH IM STILL TRYING TO COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT LIKE. WE'RE GETTING CONTENT??? WITH ALREADY AVAILABLE SUBTITLES??? AND THERE'S MORE TO COME WITH THE OST AND OTHER KIND OF PROMOTION??? IM SO NOT USED TO IT BUT WE'RE REALLY LIVING IN THE LAST TWILIGHT ERA NOW AND I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER

also i would love to comment the entire video but i feel like i still can't put any coherent thought together so here are some random considerations:

1) jimmysea are always so serious every time they have to watch the trailer for one of their series, we really never get much of a reaction out of them and for some reason i find that pretty endearing???? like they always put everything they have in what they do so of course they would concentrate on what they're watching so intently that they actually forget to comment or react;

2) WE LOVE MARK PARKIN NR. 1 JIMMYSEA SPOKESPERSON AND HYPE MAN;

3) i guess we could have imagined that morkday wouldn't get to be together so easily but actually hearing p'aof saying it....... MAIMING BITING GNAWING GNASHING KICKING SCREAMING. i love what mark said tho, that "despite all the drama, those two hold on tight to each other's hands and love". it makes me believe that, no matter the pain and the hardships, they will never let go, and that's what matters the most;

4) NAMTAN'S GOWN SUSPICIOUSLY LOOKS LIKE A WEDDING ONE SO I NEED TO REVISE MY ENTIRE THEORY ABOUT THE AIRPORT SCENE;

5) i have been waiting for doctor jimmy “unhinged method actor who is all about the process” jitaraphol potiwihok to make a come back and HE DID NOT DISAPPOINT

GUESS HE HAD SOME RESIDUAL ACTS OF SERVICE FROM MORK IN HIM. HE WAS SO PROUD OF SURPRISING SEA WITH THE ONE PALM DISTANCE AT THE END TOO

OKAY SORRY this is already so long and incredibly messy but GOD YES I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE OST TO BE RELEASED!!!!!!! i get chills every single time the song starts and it really contributed turning the trailer into the masterpiece that it is!!!!! idk if i should make any predictions at this point but one last clownery for old time's sake (i say as if i won't be clowning with theories every single week from now on): OST COMING OUT ON MONDAY LET'S GO!!!!!!!!

#SORRY THIS IS A MESS AND IT'S PROBABLY MY CUE TO LEAVE #BUT I LOVED THE CAST REACTING TO THE TRAILER AND IM SO EXCITED AND ALL-OVER THE PLACE ABOUT EVERYTHING I FEEL LIKE I CAN BARELY KEEP UP #THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME #last twilight the series #jimmysea #hsfavoriteworlds #m: ask

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ghostofthepines · 3 months

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Inflict; We in the Haze

Unfortunately this poem is about my ex, but I really like it, but I don't want it attached to my work, so I'll just toss it into the void of my anonymous blog.

My styrofoam memories Hold but an artificial copy Of what I believe real Has my mind ruptured? What lies in the clouds of smoke?

Remind me Insist

Come, crawl Run Throw us to the dirt Brawl with my flaws Tame me and chain me As I am explosive Own the frantic panic That beats under my clothes And in your space Please place My reaching form

Come, rule And bite me with purpose Gnaw teeth until they touch Over skin And gnash the lines Upon wrists and thighs I would have sliced myself anyway May as well rain stars Between my ears And send shock through My glowing veins In the process Whilst grins cry in delight Don’t pretend you don’t love The presence of red Upon my cheeks And exiting my skin Simultaneously

Come, inflict My memory is hazy So imprint and grab hold Of a throat that aches To remember And know Your nurturing ache For irony tastes like magic And I wish to be your Fairy in a jar My upturned eyes Glow in the light of my blushing face Tense like marble I fidget and sway to break apart Make me unwhole And fill the wounds With enchantments and ghosts That leave me haunted, Dazed, and spellbound In your bittersweet beauty So I won’t forget again So you’re real, always Somehow Somewhere In the haze

Come, drown Let us meld Below the lake Until blood And water Are but the same

#my poetry #my poem #my art #poetry #poems #poets on tumblr

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aintashes · 2 months

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' y'know, that's the problem with you guys. ' so his arm's currently lodged in the maw of a walker, its teeth gnashing at decadent flesh as if it has the right to so much as shamble in his direction. paimon observes it silently, his wide, sharp-toothed smile fixed eagerly in place. ' you're all so SQUISHY! like look at this! what is this— '

so his free hand's reached up, talons extending wide in an unnatural way, allowing him to grip the corpse by both of its temples with the use of only his sharpened forefinger and thumb. he gives its rotting head a little shake, like a dog might a toy. more of his skin peels as he does this, naturally, but he doesn't seem perturbed in the slightest; instead, he's pushing further, until the skull steadily begins to cave in.

' you have the equivalent of a two dollar BIKE HELMET to protect the most vital organ in your silly little body, yet you walk this earth like you're invincible! it's FASCINATING! '

so he's squeezing harder still, until his digits have sunk in deep enough to puncture the creature's rot-infused brain with barely any effort. he continues until his hand has closed into a fist, a very gooey pulp now squashed in his palm as the walker finally stops moving, its jaw now slack against his gnawed arm.

without reservation, paimon removes his hand from its now-void skull— and through the use of its FACE no less. as the body falls to the floor with a wet shlap, the entity observes the grey matter lathering his hand; bringing it to the light of the sun as if observing the quality of a gem. then he turns and eyes his company.

' i kiiinda wanna put it in my mouth. should i put it in my mouth? it looks DISGUSTING— but i've definitely had worse. whaddya think, triple-a? '

so what? you gonna cry about it, dixie-chicks?

daryl doesn't know how they got here.

one moment, peter was helping him clear out a few of the dead from their path; the next, it's not peter anymore.

the voice is the first indication. it's not just one voice, it's many, all layered on top of each other in one messed up menagerie of sound that grates against daryl's ears the way nothing ever has before. it's both ear-piercing and deeply rumbling. terrible. unmistakeable. it startles him so much that he turns around with his bow aimed and ready, but it's much too late for anything his measly little bolts could do.

daryl has to watch as a walker bites hungrily into peter's flesh, pulling his skin right open while paimon's sharpened teeth grin with excitement. blood squirts from the wound as meat is torn right from his bones. the scene pulls a horrified sound from daryl's throat, an immediate and overwhelming sense of dread taking over his body. his bow clatters to the ground from his hands and he feels like he could just pass out if not for the absolute terror-fueled adrenaline coursing through his veins.

it's not peter, but it still is. it's his body, as strange and unnatural as it looks in this moment. maybe somewhere in there is his mind, too. either way, daryl doesn't know how this could have happened— how paimon could have snuck through their wards and their sigils. haven't they all been enough to keep the cult off their heels lately? did they do something wrong? did they fail, and now peter is gone, an eternity of hell upon them? even if paimon did somehow leave, where would that put peter? would daryl have to take off his arm to prevent him from turning? will he turn anyway?

before his thoughts can continue to panic-spiral, peter's body is further mutilated by the demon currently infesting him. talons stretch freakishly from his fingers as paimon toys with the walker, and it brings another pained little cry from daryl as the creature continues to gnaw and consume peter's muscle. this simply can't be happening. it must be an awful dream— one that he'll wake up from disturbed and in need of a long cigarette.

but daryl knows it's not a dream. not even his own mind, as damaged as it may be, can produce this kind of visceral, abject terror.

by the time the walker's body thuds to the ground, daryl comes back to reality enough to notice that he's on the ground, too. at some point he must have lost his balance and tumbled backwards in his shock. the notion of paimon putting any of the walker's dead flesh and brain matter into peter's mouth leaves daryl fighting with the taste of bile, but as waves of horror and alarm wash over him over and over again, he can only sit there and breathe heavy, dry, quiet sobs.

with whatever he has left in him, trembling hands pull his knives from their holsters. it's the only thing he's got now. even if it's stupid, even if he looks pathetic sitting there on the ground. even if his voice croaks.

‘ — give 'im back. ’

give him back, even if it means daryl has to cut off his arm so he doesn't turn. give him back, even if he's dead and daryl has to destroy his body. give him back. just give him back.

#killjoy. how could you do this to me.#my crops are dying. my skin has never been worse. my brain is melting out of my ears as we speak #over and out. ( answered )#painmon #gore //#possession //#if we ever get far apart; i'll still feel the pull of you. ( painmon )

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royalreef · 8 months

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Boredom, when mired with the long stretch of irritation and frustration, sits in Miranda like it sits in most animals. It flits, it flinches, it squirms, it gets up and paces around the length of the wall, it stares into the corner, it chases itself around in mad circles, and it finally falls, biting at its haunches as though it could excise itself that way. When it grows tired of gnawing at its own hide, it turns its destructive tendencies on anything else too slow to escape in time.

The serf really doesn't look like a serf at all. One of the more animal designs Miranda had her people draft, something to fill the ranks with a little more visual interest, small and slight enough to still perform the role that was required and with a degree of novelty to it as well. Novelty which has grown frustrating, irritating the overgrown sensation as it coats over her brain, itchy and hot, moving and making the tissue flare with every glance and every furry paw that comes up to take away empty glasses or replace them with drinks anew. They aren't really an otter — no real otter could be taught to dress up in a little tux and fuss over the refreshments — but they certainly scream like one.

She's lanced three of their limbs through with nails. Nice long ones, solid steel and sharp enough to pummel through flesh and bone just as easily as wood. They're thrashing against them, yes, screaming at the top of their little lungs, but the nails hold. The only arm that's been spared has done so because — with a single sickening pop and a squelch, it's been ripped off, like a doll's limb. Feels like a doll's limb as well, as Miranda drops it, letting it clatter from her hands where they can see. It reminds her of her old toys, things given to her as a pup, stuffed animals that were broken and ripped and torn when Miranda was younger and these episodes of destructive boredom came. She cried about them afterwards, yes, but she doesn't think she'll be crying over this one.

They're still screaming, but Miranda's mostly tuned that out by now. The nails are dragging ragged lines through the underarms and thighs where she's lanced them, tearing apart the muscle holding them in place. Messy. If this were proper, and a job that she was being hired to do rather than mere entertainment, she would have chastised herself for that. She knows how to do it better. However, this time, she preferred the results obtained by doing it wrong on purpose. They move more entertainingly this way. They struggle, like an animal caught in a snare, dangling around and dancing as they thrash, driving the cutting wire deeper and deeper into the skin. It gives them a degree of hope, even with the understanding that they'll have to ruin themselves for any hope of freedom.

All of these mean they struggle in the most enticing way, wiggling beneath her claws and trying to writhe free, putting on a little show for her in their last moments. Even now, with one limb already gone and laying discarded on the ground next to them, her refreshment serfs kicks their little legs and thrashes their tiny tail and gnashes their adorable teeth when she takes their other paw in her hand, and uses it as leverage to pull their arm in two directions. She's not expecting to get far, the wrist will stop her before she can split the forearm, but it will either give her even more leverage to do so, or it'll just make them scream more and more.

It's good they haven't been begging for forgiveness or for mercy. This one has only really been screaming, trying to get away, which makes it easier for her. There's no mercy to give, after all, only wasted time.

#Glory and Gore || IC #Many fish in the sea || Misc. IC Content #blood #gore #torture #animal death #(( sorta. theyre made to look like an animal.

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cflight · 11 months

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Ekira’s been gnawing on their thumb throughout the entirety of their silence, ragged breaths becoming more frequent the more their teeth gnash and bite their hoof. Yelping, Ekira lets out a pained noise before pulling their thumb away, a sting of saliva connecting itself to the digit.

Blood seeps through their mouth and gathers at the tip of their thumb— they’d been chewing so hard they’d managed to crack the nail. Letting out a small whimper, it doesn’t take long for them to stick their thumb back in, the beginning of labored, panicked cries following not long after. Their chest felt tight, a struggle to even keep themselves from crying as they tried to lull themselves into a sense of comfort, breaths growing strained with each small sob.

#🌻 | ic.#🌻 | muse status.

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dracwife · 2 years

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im deranged im absolutely foaming im losing my mind im gnawing gnashing biting crying sobbing rolling around

#dex.txt #...#im a fuckignn cycle path ok!!!!!!!!!!!

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ariesbilly · 2 years

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when shawn calls cory “mr teenage america. especially in the eyes of your parents” after hes taken the rap for cory stealing liquor and getting drunk

the way that is verbatim a fredsythe moment

gnawing gnashing biting puking crying blood

#ALSO THE WAY SHAWN LOOKS AT ALAN WHEN HES YELLING AT HIM IM GONNA THROW UP!!!!

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wulfhalls · 2 years

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new ep today bestie are we ready 🙏🏼

im licherally shaking biting maiming killing howling gnawing gnashing crying throwing up blood while spinning counter clockwise on the ceiling thanks for asking 🫂

#asks #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #mother!!!!!!! mother superior!!!!!!

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pa-panda-heroes · 4 years

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im the same anon who sent the pro-hero + league thing and dabi, shiggy, toga 🥺💞💖💖 thank you, lovely.

Enjoy, anoni!! I’m realising my scenarios are aren’t really scenarios, are they?

Strict!Pro-hero!reader being seduced by Dabi, Tomura, and Himiko!

Warning: N/S/FW content. Minors, do NOT interact. Seriously! This is no place for you. (Edit: that means a anyone under 18. That’s the threshold I’ve seen others use, so I’m sticking it’s that.) Note: there are individual warnings for each character so that you know what you’re about to read ^v^b

Dabi:

Warnings- adult content, thigh riding, biting, edging, alcohol mention, swearing

To say that you were known for being cool-headed and strict was a major understatement. You weren’t as popular as All Might, but those who knew you understood you to be a hero who, no matter how any villain taunted or insulted you, was concrete and unbending to their childish games. You went by the book and rarely made exceptions.

And then Dabi entered the picture. Cynical, rough, sardonic as hell, and quite the lawbreaker - and flirt. He’d stir some trouble in the streets, and then dip out when things got sketchy for him. In the midst of doing so, he’d always send some nasty smirk and comment your way. “Some nice legs you got there, doll. They’d look nicer above your head, though,” was his favorite; or perhaps it was your response he vied for so much. Because boy, you wanted to respond. You couldn’t deny the selfish gratification that came of his antics, knowing someone didn’t treat you as a gripey, square of a woman.

But that was the last thought on your mind as you sauntered through an alleyway on your walk home from having harmless fun with your fellow heroes. You hadn’t drank a sip, afraid of trouble spurring and hence your being called in. Your focus was fixated on your phone in your hand as you read the text one of your coworkers sent you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, babe,” you suddenly hear, and instantly recognize the bastard of a voice. And instantly you feel that familiar throbbing at your core at the sound of it.

You look up from your phone, stone-faced as always, and try to resist the urge to scowl at him. You fail, though. He’s standing not far from you with his hands in his pockets, but it doesn’t look like this encounter was intended. “Don’t call me that,” you warn shakily, only for his smirk to widen and show off his teeth before he closes the gap between you. You elect to swing a fist at him but miss entirely before a blur flashes over your vision and your back hits the hard brick of the alley.

“Why not? We both know you enjoy it,” he snickers, his forearm across the front of your shoulders, his left hand occupied with pinning your wrist to the wall and knee stuck in-between yours. “If you really meant that punch, I wouldn’t have been able to dodge it, right?”

Right.

He even left your other hand free to prove his point.

Your breath is heavy and fluttered as he leans closer. You said nothing, but the fact that your wrist was relaxed in his hold told him everything. You see him smirk again, thereafter his arm leaves your chest so that he could put his thumb under your chin, the rest of his fingers splayed out on your jaw and you gulp. Your eyes fall half-lidded when he leans in close, but he quickly pushes your head back and veers off to the side to suckle at your neck, earning a quiet whine from you. Dabi acknowledges it with an eerie chuckle, to which you nearly respond with suspect before a cry leaves your lips at the sensation of teeth gnashing at your collarbone, the feeling of his chin staples rolling over your skin surprisingly heavenly. He resorts back to suckling and you’re sure he’s leaving at least a few hickies, but you’re too wrapped up in his hands fondling your hips and ass to care. They’re so warm, it’s ecstatic. He’s sweltering hot, unlike the cool wetness settling between your legs.

“Aah, Dabi...!”

You can’t help the whine of your lips or buck of your hips, nor the yelp that results when you unintentionally grind your throbbing core against his thigh. Dabi pulls off of your neck with a pop before he grabs your hips with both hands to pull you closer, encouraging you to ride his thigh. “My leg, ah?” he breathes, his voice more curious than either of you would admit. He leans in towards your ear, hot breath sending a chill down your spine. “Go on, do it,” he demands, his voice a whisper. “Lift that skirt and cum on my thigh, doll.”

You shut your eyes tight and moan at such a filthy command, his husky voice a contributor. Dabi’s too impatient with you to let you move your skirt out of the way as he does it himself, his returned grip on your hips surely to bruise them. You’re able to look down as he guides you, and there’s a clear streak of wetness soaking his pant leg. You shiver at the sight of your arousal, and again when he reaches to move your panties out of the way to let you grind bare against his jeans. You stare at the sight, not having it in you to look away. He must’ve followed your graze, his chest rumbling with a chuckle as you begin to cry out and moan louder. Dabi’s tongue is awfully quick to find and lick at your ear, while his teeth occasionally gnaw at it and pull. You were so pent up, even after a night of fun, it was no surprise your climax was already catching up to you. Your pace gets faster and faster, until that tightened coil-

Doesn’t snap. Dabi retreated his thigh from you and grabs your jaw to force you to look at his simper, earning a pout from you. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t make that face,” he taunts.

“You didn’t really think that’d be it, did you, babe?”

Tomura:

Warnings- adult content, spanking, swearing, orgasm denial

Being an infamously stoic hero had its perks. No one expected you to goof off on talk shows or crack a corny joke in interviews. Everyone liked that you weren’t careless and rambunctious; it just suited you not to be. A downside was being viewed as a “strict, rule-hungry old bag,” though. And you weren’t even old! But because you took being a hero seriously and followed rules, it gave you a public opinion not far off from Endeavor’s.

Getting on the trail of the leader of the League of Villains was a royal pain in the ass, much less staying there. It didn’t help that he seemed to take a special interest in you. There was always a hungry look in his eyes when you faced off, and nearly every time it felt like he’d planned the encounter as if to merely get a glimpse of you.

It wasn’t something you hated. This game of cat and mouse was exhilarating. Constant. Safe. It was a release. The more it happened, the more you thought it was the same way for him.

That theory was confirmed in its entirety when he randomly showed up in your apartment and looked at you as if he’d waited a significant amount of time. On you. You freeze in place after shutting your door, your bag of groceries still in hand as he stares at you from the couch. The silence that falls is thick, and not entirely uncomfortable, but it is unwelcome. You walk over to the kitchen area and set the bag atop the counter, before turning around to see Tomura standing right in front of you, the lack of hands adorning his body confusing you. “Why... are you here?” you ask hesitantly, noting the unconscious clenching of your thighs.

“You wouldn’t make a damn move, so I had to.”

His answer was simple and dry, and you begin to wonder if that meant anything other than what you wanted it to. His intentions are clear when he approaches further, backing you into the counter and caging you with an arm on each side. Tomura just stares at you. It was your turn. That’s how your little game went. And so you jolted forward, latching onto his lips with your own. Your dominance is short-lived, though, as he deepens the kiss when you yelp from his hand smacking against the side of your thigh, his tongue invading your mouth. Tomura’s hands are quick to snake up your shirt and paw at your uncovered breasts, the villain then smirking at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra while he chuckles at your moan. His fingers pinch your hardening nubs, resulting in your pulling back from his lips and mewling.

His breaths are getting heavy, as are yours. Tomura grabs your arm and spins you around so that your backside is facing him, your ass end poking out at him when he grabs your head and pushes down to bend you over the counter. You glance back at him, but your focus is broken when you feel his hardened cock against your ass. Your whine only encourages him to briskly unbuckle your pants and pull them down, and you half-expect him to grind against you again - but he doesn’t. You begin to push back against him, albeit a hand on the small of your back lunges you forward and you scramble to get a grip on the counter beneath you. Hard to do that on a flat, smooth surface.

“Funny, you’re such a stickler about rules, and yet here you are, trying to make your own,” he jeers, and you swallow thickly. “You can follow a command, can’t you, hero?”

You gulp again and try to writhe in place, only to shriek when a hand lands sharp on your ass cheek as his other hand digs into your back. “Can’t you?” he repeats, and the feeling of your cunt clenching practically resounds throughout your body. You’re soaked, it’s clear. You pant instead of responding, almost sounding like a bitch in heat before another slap sounds against your reddening asscheek and you moan aloud, earning yourself yet another.

“I can!” you nearly scream, white-hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes - either from the pleasure, or the pain, you’re not sure.

“Don’t cum.”

You gasp and glance back at him, lips agape as you felt the pulling down of your panties. All you can see is those dark, red eyes glaring at you like a predator about to devour its prey.

Himiko:

Warnings- adult content, mentions of stalking, biting, oral, slight knife use (your poor panties), swearing, home... invasion?

Note- I’m not sure how old Toga is. Granted that she wears a school uniform and she crushes on Izuku, I’m setting her age to 20 here because I’m really not sure.

Being stalked by villains is not something you’re unfamiliar with. Being called a stone-faced, soulless shell of of a woman is not something you’re unfamiliar with either, a result of the public eye constantly fixated on you. On the contradictory, a grown ass villain flirting with your austere being was something you were quite unused to. Toga Himiko of the League of Villains was always hot on your trail, quick to retreat when noticed yet quick to notice you first. The smile that would crack her lips open was clearly meant for you and for you alone, always used as a flirtatious taunt. It wasn’t uncommon for you to track her down and chase after her, nor was it uncommon for her to track you down and leap after you.

Your game of push-and-pull had been on for a while. She was always so quick to escape no matter the situation, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out how she did it. Nor could you figure out how the hell she got into your apartment. While you were there. Granted, you were asleep, but still...

She grins at you again in your bedroom doorway, that grin you know well, and seems to fiddle with the belt loop at her shorts, having long since abandoned the school girl schtick. It only worked for so long anyway. “Y/n-chan,” she beams, nearly drooling. “I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you tonight?” Her voice is sweet and lilted, and for a split second you believe her. She still had that sweet and harmless-looking appearance despite being a hardened villain. You lick your lips almost unconsciously, which she takes as an invitation to your bed, except she yanks your bedding off of you unceremoniously to replace it with her body as she straddles your hips.

You stare at her, your hands instinctively going for the sides of her thighs, with which she seems quite pleased as she squeaks at you. “You look so small down there, hero,” she mutters, her grin ear-to-ear. “So cuuute!” Her eyes then narrow almost darkly at you and she cocks her head sideways. “So quiet. Are you still sleepy, hm?”

Her thighs are so plump and sweet that you gulp underneath her while wondering what she’d taste like, but she shakes her head at you. “No, not tonight, lovey.” Himiko leans down and lunges her tongue into your open mouth, your moans mixing together as she does so, albeit yours increases in volume when she palms your breast through your shirt and squeezes before flicking her finger at your hardening nipple. The villain pulls away from you too quickly, sitting up so briskly your head almost spins, as she ignores the trail of saliva that follows. Her hips are adjusted atop you before she grabs the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth. You catch on immediately and comply, biting the fabric into place as she goes to town kissing and licking your sternum between your tits. Golden, sharp eyes never leave yours in the moment, and her mouth feels hot against your skin as you moan. Her groping at your legs only serves to make you more vocal.

The bloodthirsty woman travels down your navel, yet goes right past where you want her most, while your whine is punctuated by the bucking of your hips. Himiko instead elects to suckle at your hip and upper thigh, before she parts your legs and settles between them. You jolt a little as she licks a stripe up your thigh until her tongue is a finger’s width away from the throbbing wetness between your legs. She giggles at your response, then landing a quick, tiny bite on your thigh before licking her lips. You don’t realise you’ve reached out to grab the top of her head and pulled it toward you until you feel the softness of her hair underneath your fingertips and another giggle escapes her. Himiko’s tongue pokes out from her lips as she pulls a knife from her belt to shred away at the hip of your panties before pulling them down to give her access to your throbbing clit.

Her tongue is quick to prod at your hole, then dragging up towards your clit before her lips are around it and sucking away. You cry out as a result, hips bucking again as your free hand clutches the bedsheet beneath you. You hear what sounds like a growl come from Himiko’s throat, then watch as her arms hook around your legs and hold your hips down. The sweat starting to coat your skin keeps her from getting a decent grip, so she uses force while her tongue dips into you and pokes around with her thumb rubbing at your swollen, puffy clit.

“Toga-chan-!”

Your whining out her name encourages her thumb to rub circles and increase its pace, Himiko finally letting out her own moan into your soaked cunt as her tongue begins to lick and suck away. Your grip on the sheets tightens until your knuckles are white, your mantra of moans music to her ears. Until suddenly, she pulls away, your essence coating her lips and practically dripping down her chin.

“Y/n-chan,” she says almost darkly, with the look in her eyes making your cunt clench around nothing, “you can’t cum yet.”

#mha #mha x reader #mha smut #mha scenarios #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #toga x reader #dabi #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #these are long whoops #sorry about the short minute where there was no cut #i had to edit on mobile and it ate it

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Hi there! Anon here..lol So, I have a request for Iguro Obanai (• ▽ •) MC (preferably female) low-key declares Mitsuri a love rival (oh Lord! ヘ（。□°）ヘ) Reader is mad extra - she just wants to be noticed by snek papi! She greets him with his favorite treats every pillar meeting -but look! He didn't even notice! She offers to go on missions with him - oh..Mitsuri already volunteered? After pining after him for so long she starts to back off... until he confesses. Turns out Mitsuri (1/2)

Ahhh, hello, bby! Okay, I had so much fun writing this as well. Bc hey, it’s mild angst and I’ve always loved writing angsty stuff. And no worries at all; I kind of like having a rough guideline to go by, bc it lessens the strain of having to figure out a mild subplot. But anything’s fine with me. Ahaha. Thank you sooo much for requesting this, and I hope you like it. :D xx

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Reader Having a Crush on Iguro and Declaring Kanroji as a Rival (SFW Scenario):

“I don’t care, nee-chan. Mitsuri’s my rival for Obanai’s love— and there’s nothing that you can say that will make me change my mind,” (Y/n) declared irately, as she sat next to her sister on the engawa. Both of them were snacking on senbei, but it was more like (Y/n) was demolishing the crispy treats with every bite.

“You’re approaching this from a very immature perspective, (Y/n),” Akane— the older one of the (L/n) siblings— mused in a knowing manner. “Isn’t she your friend? You’re the Lightning Hashira; you’re supposed to set an example.”

Completely undeterred from her declaration, (Y/n) shook her head, before gnashing another chunk of senbei between her teeth. “She was my friend; until she started being too friendly with Obanai. They’re always together! And whenever Oyakata-sama asks for volunteers to go with Obanai, she’s always the first one to get chosen. It’s unfair!”

Akane chuckled at her sister’s predicament, then reached out and patted the top of her head. “If it’s so unfair, then why don’t you just move on to someone else? That boy who always visits you is cute. What was his name… uh… Rengoku?”

“Kyō-chan is like a brother to me. He doesn’t make me feel the way Obanai does.”

“Well, if you put it like that… then, try one more time. And then promise me that you’re going to stop trying to get him to notice you, if your attempt today fails. Okay, (Y/n)?” With those words hanging in the air, Akane pulled her sister close to her and laid her head on her shoulder. She then began stroking (Y/n)’s hair, more to comfort her than anything else.

“It’s just not fair, nee-chan. I loved him first.”

“That’s love, (Y/n). You know what okaa-san used to tell us, remember?” Akane began softly, as she kept lightly scratching her nails against the Hashira’s scalp.

And, after a brief pause, the sisters simultaneously spoke— with the younger one being more sullen than usual, “Some people are sent to you by the gods, so that they can teach you what you need to learn. While some people are given to you by the gods, so they can take care of you forever. There’s no telling whom was sent for what, so you will have to trust your own instincts and know when to keep on fighting, and when to give up.”

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Once the hour for the Hashira meeting had rolled around, (Y/n) could not hold in her nerves. She walked into the garden at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, with her head held high and her back ramrod straight— all while her fingers curled tightly around the bento she had made for Obanai.

She’d paid particular attention to which foods he liked and disliked, and with every meeting, she always brought a bento for him. Only, he never seemed to notice her efforts— so she always ended up giving the bentos to Rengoku.

Her gaze roamed around the expansive space, only to land on the man who made her heart race: Iguro Obanai.

Iguro was lounging on his favorite tree in the garden, when he spotted (Y/n). She was carrying another bento, and was headed straight for him— which caused a blush to immediately flare up across his cheeks.

“Hello, Obanai-san,” The Lightning Hashira greeted with a bright smile. She then held up the bento in her hands, with the same sincere affection he’d always picked up from her. “I made this for you.”

While (Y/n) may have looked calm and collected on the outside, she wanted to scream on the inside. Every second that passed with Iguro just staring at her made her nervous and sad; it gnawed a hole in her heart, which she knew she was most likely never going to mend.

The pair stared at each other, with (Y/n)’s smile slowly faltering. And when the Snake Hashira made no move to get the proffered container, that was when (Y/n) knew that it was time to give up.

So, with a gracious bow, she whispered— all while barely restraining her urge to cry, “Sorry for wasting your time, Iguro-san.”

And with those words, she turned on her heel and walked away from him with as much dignity as she could muster.

Even though she wanted to just lay down on her bed and cry her heart out, she couldn’t— because she still had a meeting to attend.

Of course she sat through the entire meeting, with her comrades shooting her and Iguro some weird looks. As (Y/n) was extremely tuned in to their boring topic of internal budgets, when before she would shamelessly shoot adoring gazes at the Snake Hashira, whom sat beside her.

Iguro could also feel the change in the air. Frankly, it unnerved him, as he had always harbored feelings for (Y/n) but was just too shy to confess to her. He feared that he may have accidentally dealt the final blow to their nonexistent relationship with his inept reaction earlier.

He had been so tongue-tied that he couldn’t muster up the energy— or the brain cells— to make his hands move. His heart had pounded so hard in his chest, because the woman he’d always liked had made another effort to garner his affections.

Little did she know that she already had them.

And once the meeting was over, Iguro was sure that he had singlehandedly ruined the one good thing he’d had with (Y/n).

She tried to be discreet about it, but it was obvious to him that she was avoiding him. Hell, it pissed him off; but the proverbial icing on the cake was when she gave the bento— which was filled with food for him— to the Flame Hashira.

Iguro wanted to scream when he saw that transpire with his own eyes. And then he wanted to shove Rengoku aside, when he saw the other man laugh heartily before wrapping his arms around (Y/n).

“I told you to confess to her already,” Kanroji’s familiar voice echoed in Iguro’s ears.

Anger bubbled up within the young man at his friend’s suggestion; anger at himself, not anger towards her. He had been too stubborn and shy to act on his own feelings, which was why he felt like (Y/n) had suddenly given up on him.

He could only look on as (Y/n) and Rengoku exchanged banter, and when a loud and heartfelt laugh bubbled from her lips, something snapped within him— and he found himself walking towards her.

“Oh, hello, I-” (Y/n) couldn’t even finish her flaky sentence, as Iguro had turned her to face him and slammed his lips against hers. It was kind of awkward with his bandages in the way, but it served to get the reaction he wanted: her face flushed and her eyes misty with desire.

However, even with (Y/n)’s heart pounding frantically inside her chest, irritation and mild embarrassment simmered within her. “How dare you-!?”

Once more, she was cut off when the Snake Hashira spoke over her, “I like you, (Y/n). I’ve always liked you.”

Wide-eyed and completely in shock, the young woman’s eyes darted from the man in front of her, to the Love Hashira who stood a few paces away behind him. “But you and Mitsuri-chan… you two…”

“She was helping me find a way to confess to you,” Obanai answered her unspoken question, which made a blush color her cheeks— all the way up to the tips of her ears.

“I… well… this is awkward,” (Y/n) whispered under her breath, which was still heard by all their comrades. And when she heard the first few vestiges of laughter, it suddenly dawned on her that she and Iguro hadn’t exactly been private with their altercation.

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