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WHO tf keeping pads with no wings in production?? Put it in your draws and by the time you walk out the bathroom it’s down the street buying scratch offs at the corner store. Like girl

Hey! I love your work and got into it in the beginning of highschool :) I was wondering if you have time to write about two people (MLM) who have been friends for a few years but always had a little tension? Like a taller boy teases a shorter fiery boy trope. Then wall pinning happens lol. Think it would be interesting if the taller boy was the more dominant and possessive one even if he's the chiller more reserved one. I imagine they're both drunk too lmao.

"You know, one of these days," Aiden said, "I'm going to punch you in the face if you don't shut your mouth."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you have to be able to reach first?"

"I'm not that short!"

"I suppose I could get you a box," Jack mused, as they walked home.

"I don't need a box to reach your face!"

"Maybe a step ladder."

"I swear to god-"

"-You don't get vertigo, do you? It would be really embarrassing for you if you tried to punch me in the face and then immediately passed out because you weren't used to the altitude-"

Adrian shoved him, heat burning in his cheeks despite the chill of upcoming winter and the warming buzz of a couple beers. It just made Jack laugh softly in that aggravating gorgeous way of his, so Aiden shoved him again, harder, up against the wall.

He had wild notions of proving something - strength, perhaps, as he held Jack pinned up against the brick work - only to find himself caught off guard as he looked up Jack's expression. The lazy grin was there, sure, but something else too. His eyes simmering in the moonlight.

Jack's grin widened a notch. Teasing. Taunting, in a way he never seemed to do with anyone else.

"That's my chest, Aiden, that you have your hands on," he said in an oh so helpful tone of voice. "In the world of tall people who can actually reach the top shelf-"

Aiden kissed him.

It did shut Jack up, so there was that, and though he did admittedly have to go up on his toes he could definitely reach Jack's oh so cool stupid handsome face. Ha! His grip tightened on the front of Jack's shirt, trying to drag him down, closer, a soft sound escaping him as Jack kissed him back.

...Jack kissed him back. He was kissing Jack.

Aiden pulled back, panting, eyes wide.

Jack's head tilted, studying him. The simmering intent thing had entirely taken over the lazy grin.

Aiden swallowed, mouth abruptly dry. Scorched. A hundred small light bulbs pinged in his brain. Jack smiled, then.

Oh so easily, as if he'd merely been letting Aiden play at pinning him the whole time, Jack switched their positions. Aiden's breath caught. He was not that short, but he was rather aware of the way that Jack's body pressed flush against his own, bracketing him in, of the way he had to tilt his head back a fraction to hold Jack's gaze. Of how warm Jack was compared to the cool wall behind him.

"Interesting punching technique," Jack said. "Do you wanna try again?"

"Prick." Adrian craned up eagerly to kiss him again and...Jack rocked just out of reach. Teasing. Adrian glared at him, cheeks flushed further. He tugged at his wrists in Jack's hold, fully prepared to drag him down by force if necessary, but found no give.

Jack had him well and truly pinned.

Adrian's stomach swooped pleasantly.

Jack laughed again. Amused, fond, and just a little bit more velvet than before.

"You're so annoying," Adrian said.

"Mm. Is that the look on your face right now? Annoyed?"

"What would you call it?"

"Turned on."

The simple response made Aiden's brain blank. Mostly because it was true. Mostly because he wasn't supposed to just go and say that, in his oh so composed Jack voice, and make everything in Aiden squirm delicious and entirely too exposed.

The lazy grin returned. "I could come down a bit," Jack said. "If you asked nicely."

"I'm not that short!"

"Then kiss me."

Aiden managed to get their lips to brush that time, close enough for Jack to nip his mouth gently. It wasn't enough. It wasn't anywhere near enough.

"I hate you," Aiden huffed.

"I'm getting that."

"You really should shut up."

"If only someone was tall enough to kiss me, I would."

Aiden glared at him again. "Just you wait until we're in bed. Then you won't be vertically cheating!"

"Vertically cheating, huh?"

"It's what it's called when people are like you."

"I see. But when we're in bed together, as you suggest, you're totally not going to end up writhing beneath me?"

Well wasn't that a mental image.

"Please just bloody kiss me already!"

Jack leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead.

"Oh, come on." Aiden tried to sound grumpy, livid, instead of utterly delighted. He didn't think it worked.

"Ask nicely," Jack sing-songed.

"You want to kiss me too just as badly, I can see it on your face."

"Yes. But I can kiss you all I like." Jack proved the point by leaning down, pressing a succession of kisses to Aiden's temple, his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He dodged with uncanny, teasing swiftness when Aiden tried to capture his mouth. "See."

"Please," Adrian said, after a beat, "kiss me."

And, oh so obligingly, Jack did.

They hurried the rest of the way home after that.

some durgestarion doodles... His venomous butt...

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so fucked up that spongebob squarepants is a children's show that can't feature alcohol because squidward would look right at home cuntily swirling a glass of red wine

alternatives to "ladies and gentlemen"

cads and wastrels

fellow scoundrels

ladies, gentlemen, and interesting miscellanea

beloved friends & tolerated acquaintances

entities of interest

paying audience members & assorted freeloaders

the fbi's most and least wanted

discerning guests & those of you with fuck all else to do on a tuesday evening

esteemed gutter filth

What if abilities changed the appearance of a Pokemon?

Some hot dogs! I love shiny Houndoom so I had to draw one. Also Mega Houndoom just might be the best Mega evolution design there is.

Other Ability Forms posts!

Find me and my art elsewhere!    

just found out that stoats hunt twice the size of them like rabbits by aggressively and eccentrically dancing around it with their little slinky rigatoni bodies so it can confuse the absolute fuck out of its prey until it can get close enough to jump on its back like some shadow of the colossus shit and take it down

Augusnippets Day 26 - Snuggling

Content warnings: creepy/intimate whumper, non-con touching

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Whumpee was asleep.

It took a few minutes for Whumper to be sure, but the breathing was deep and steady, and he didn’t give any sort of response when she squirmed to adjust herself, assuring her arm was securely wrapped around him.

She could hardly contain her delight.

The first night couple of nights she’d had Whumpee in her home, he’d still been putting up too much of a fight to bring into her bed with her. Whumper had to wait it out - be stingy with the food, restrain him in ways that would exhaust his muscles, give him plenty of time in isolation to think things through - before she decided he was probably weak enough to be safe in bed.

That first attempt hadn’t worked out so great. Whumpee must have gotten some sort of adrenaline boost, because he kept struggling, thrashing against the chains holding him in bed and yelling into his gag. Whumper had tried her best to reassure him that all she wanted to do was cuddle (for now, anyway) and that he was accomplishing nothing but wearing himself out, but he wouldn’t listen to her. After a couple of hours, she finally had to concede and drag him back downstairs to sleep in the cage instead, and save his punishment for the next day.

She had tried again a few nights later, with very specific threats about the consequences of not cooperating, and some added restraints to keep his arms at his side and legs together so he wouldn’t be able to thrash so wildly if he tried to fight again. This time around, they had managed to make it through the whole night, but Whumper had been disappointed. She had done her best to make everything comfortable and pleasant. The bedding was fresh from the dryer, her silk pajamas were the nicest she owned, she’d given him a sleep mask and spent a good half hour singing soft lullabies into his ear.

And yet, he refused to relax. She couldn’t enjoy his heartbeat when it kept racing and his breathing was so sharp through his nose. Every time she tried to help soothe him by stroking his hair or chest or kissing his neck, he would stiffen and tremble instead of leaning into it. At one point, when she tried to roll him toward her and hold him close in her embrace, he’d even whimpered. In the end, she had finally turned away from him in her sleep, and it was clear in the morning that he hadn’t slept at all.

So now, tonight, this marked the first time Whumpee had actually been asleep in Whumper’s bed, and it was perfect. He was heavy and warm against her, his breaths calm, and when she touched him, when she squeezed herself against him and slowly let her arms travel around him, patting and caressing, he didn’t flinch or pull away.

She couldn’t help but let out a soft squeal of joy before she nestled her face into the crook of his shoulder and watched his face. The way his eyelids fluttered as he dreamt, the way his nostrils twitched as he breathed. She ran a finger down his cheek and wondered for a moment what his lips must look like when he slept, but decided it was probably best to leave the gag on for tonight.

There would be plenty of nights ahead of them to explore each other. She now had proof that Whumpee could sleep perfectly well in her bed, snuggled against her, so she was sure he would stop protesting against it soon. Maybe next time, he wouldn’t even need the sleeping tonic she’d put in his dinner to fall asleep.

For now, though, she was happy to soak it all in and enjoy it. She brought her leg around to spoon him, wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before whispering good night and letting her head drop. Within minutes, Whumper was asleep too, a satisfied smile still on her face.

@augusnippets

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

I would also like to add myostismon to this discussion as well.

I am truly sorry digimon community, but I have a confession to make

I think venusmon's design fucking sucks

This is nothing. This isn't a digimon, this is just some lady in cosplay

At least other digimon I hate have something interesting about their design, venusmon is nothing.

I am absolutely obsessed with your blog! The writing is immaculate and never ceases to amaze me! :D I was wondering if you would be able to do an NSFW prompt (if you still do those) of a vampire capturing a vampire hunter? Thank you in advance if you decide to do this!

(I mean, I don't do prompts except on Patreon. But I can do you a short original story that's not really NSFW but hey ho. Pre.).

"You've not killed very many of my kind yet, have you?" the vampire asked.

The hunter shivered beneath the vampire's intent stare, trying to think how the mission had ended up like this. One moment, they had been playing at bait, playing at prey, and the next moment it really didn't feel like a game anymore.

They were pressed back against the lavish coverlet of the vampire's bed - and part of their brain was stuck on the fact that the vampire's bed was not, in fact, a coffin but an actual bed, nicer and larger than their own. Their hands were cuffed above their head. Their weapons were hopelessly out of reach.

"I've killed loads!" the hunter protested, before wondering if that was likely to get them killed faster.

The vampire simply smiled at the comment. They trailed a cold finger down the hunter's bare chest, from beneath their chin down to the bottom of their belly. "Your skin says otherwise."

"My skin?"

"So lovely." The vampire's eyes gleamed. "So unblemished by the hardships of life. It is difficult to come away from fighting my kind without at least a few scars. But you..." The vampire leaned down, and pressed their lips above the frantic beat of the human's heart. "You're a blank canvass."

The hunter's jaw clenched, breathing rising and falling rapidly.

"Do you know what I think?" the vampire asked, lips trailing up to the hunter's throat. The hunter's mouth went dry, but the vampire didn't seem to need a response. "I think that you're a little too fascinated by us, by me, to truly want us dead."

"That's not true!"

"I think...." The vampire kissed, then nipped, their throat. Not quite breaking skin "That you get off on danger. You hunt my kind, not because you want to kill us, but because you want to remind yourself that you are still alive."

The hunter swallowed, hard, at that. They told themselves that the hyper-awareness they felt, the giddiness, was only survival instinct. It was only having a vampire's fangs that close to the jugular. And if they felt alive - truly alive, not just going through the motions for once, then it was because - because -

"I saw the way you watched me at the bar," the vampire whispered against their ear. Their hand slipped to undo the hunter's belt with deft movements. "The way you responded to me, before I invited you back to my quarters. You're quite beautiful, when you come alive."

Crap.

"That was only a ruse to get close to you!" It came out less than convincing. More raspy. The hunter squeezed their eyes shut.

"I see." The vampire's mouth moved to the other side of their throat, leaving a matching path of kisses like the tail end of a comet. "So you don't want me to fuck you?"

The hunter may have made a strangled sort of sound.

The vampire laughed softly. They sat up, still straddling the hunter's body. They considered the hunter, ghosting a thumb along the parted swell of the hunter's lips.

The hunter opened their eyes again, when nothing further happened.

The vampire tilted their head, all laughter gone as if it had never been there. "I don't kill anyone I feed on," they said. "Only the people who try to kill me. And I certainly don't need to take anyone into my bed who doesn't want to be here. We can consider this a warning, and you can run away and never come back."

"Or?" the hunter asked the question, blurted it, before they could think better.

The vampire's smile returned, a fraction more genuine, less wickedly amused. "Or you can say pretty please, and we can both pretend at being alive for a while."

There would be no going back, if they did this. Their cheeks flushed with their own want, with their embarrassment. What kind of self-respecting hunter slept with the very creatures they were supposed it hunt? Yet. Yet. The absolute last thing they wanted was to walk out of the door.

"Yes."

"Now that wasn't pretty please, now, was it?" the vampire teased, right before their mouth crushed down on the hunter's own.

They got to the 'please' soon enough.

Weapon Prompt 3

Sensory Deprivation

Blindfolds, entrapping Whumpee in darkness

Gags, all whumpee can do is muffle mixed sounds, not being able to stop Whumper

Maybe it keeps their mouth open, ensuring they dehydrate fast, or perhaps the opposite, trapping something intrusive in their mouth

Headphones, playing blaring music making whumpee go deaf

Or perhaps repeating a soft mantra, slowly hypnotizing whumpee into to submission

Perhaps they play a loved ones blood curdling screams, bonus if their live and whumpee knows it

Those strap suits they use at mental hospitals, but instead whumpee is hung upside down in one for hours

Plugging their nose, forcing them to open their mouth or they pass out, then shoving the intrusive object in your mouth

Feeding yourself can become a privilege, feeding tubes, through nose or mouth become medical whump.

When using the bathroom becomes a reward