Boundaries - Corpse Husband

this one was rather short, but I ended up making it as sad as I could because I love suffering but it also makes me cry :)

hope you enjoyed darling!! if you didn’t have what u wrote in mind don’t hesitate to ask for a rewrite sweetie!!

tw; burns

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The battlefield was an inferno.

You watched from your perch on a nearby hill, transfixed by the flames that were spreading quickly. Surtr was moving fast, and with him came the fire that burned endlessly. If you didn’t stop this soon, you knew the entire kingdom of Askr could be in jeopardy. No man, woman, or child would be safe from this hell if you didn’t kill that man in a few days.

Your army stood behind you, awaiting the signal to pour down into the blazing war zone. You kept your eyes locked on the Muspelian soldiers gathering at the opposite end of the field, making sure they didn’t decide to catch you off guard. You squinted, barely able to make out the hulking figure of Surtr hiding behind his troops.

Gods, what a coward.

Suddenly, a hand gently lifted your hood down. You smiled at the sight of Shigure’s shining armor, turning to meet your lover before he could say a thing. The Pegasus knight chuckled, gently pulling you in and pressing a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Not now, honey. We have a job…” you trailed off, turning your attention back to the Muspel’s, who hadn’t moved.

“I know, I know, I apologize. I just worry about your safety,” he moved his hand to your hip, smiling anxiously, “you will stay safe, won’t you?”

You giggled, reaching for bredablik to set off the fighting flare. “Of course, just for you. Now hurry back to your pegasus, we must begin.” You shooed him off, but not before catching his eye again. You smiled once more at him, reassurance written all over your face, before your lips presssed into a thin line. Slowly, you raised the gun into the air, before letting out a shout. Your troops returned it, and then just like that you pulled the trigger.

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The pegausus knight watched as the fire continued to grow, flying aimlessly around the war zone. He spun his spear, quickly cutting down a nearby wyverb flyer before circling back and hovering over the particularly cluttered areas. If anyone needed help, they could send him the signal. He turned, and saw you relaying orders, protected by Fjorm and Alfonse thankfully. At least you were safe.

Suddenly, the flames lept higher, skimming his armor. He jerked his pegasus back, gasping as he struggled to move away from the heat. He quickly retreated, but noticed something.

You were burning.

The fire clung to your skin, turning your once white cloak into ash. A blood curdling scream echoed through the battlefield, alerting everyone that you were in trouble. Shigure sucked in a terrified breath, unable to spur his mount on to save you. He sat frozen with fear as you continued to cry out for help. He sat there. Watching you burn.

You came stumbling from the inferno, gasping and wide eyed. You dropped to the ground, unmoving and silent. Shigure practically crashed his pegasus, jumping off and scooping you up in his arms. You stared ahead with terrified, cloudy eyes, mouth slowly moving to speak. Shigure took notice of your horrendous injuries, but couldn’t care less.

“S/O! S/O stay with me!” His voice was raw with desperation as he fumbled with the flare gun, jamming the golden rocket in and quickly setting it off. He returned his attention to you, only to feel you going limp and your breaths slowing. “No. No, no no no, hey! S/O, please!” He held you against his chest tighter, panicking as you continued to weaken by the second. “Where are those damn healers!? Damn it all!” he cried, feeling terror rising in his throat.

“P…. Pl…”

“What? What is it S/O?! Please, stay with me!” He leaned down, quieting his shaky breaths for only a moment to hear what you needed.

“P… Please… just hold me…”

Shigure felt tears slipping from his eyes, panic finally setting in. He was shaking, crying, afraid of what would happen to you next. But he knew that he needed to fulfill your request. It could be your last…

“Ok… ok I-I’ve got you, ok?”

And so he held you. He held you until the fire slowly died down with the departure of Surtr. He held you until the moment you started to slip away from the living, watching as your breathing came to a halt.

And he held you one final time as your skin went cold and your eyes grew distant.

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Yes please, mommy! It's been a while and I read a fic earlier that really riled me up abt sonmophilia. I'd be a good girl just for u if you'd take care of me like that...

-💜

tw: somnophilia

‘s that right? i didn’t know my pretty girl was so needy..

you want me to make you feel good while you’re asleep, hm? i’ll slip my fingers into those cute little panties and make you cum all over them, baby.

bet you’d love to wake up with my face buried between your pretty thighs, wouldn’t you?

Idaho Senate Approves Bill to Kill 90 Percent of State’s Wolves

The bill would allow the state to hire contractors to kill the wolves, which supporters say are threatening the livelihoods of Idaho’s ranchers.

If environmental activists, both soft and hard line, had any courage, they would promote an effort to discourage any tourism to Idaho. This action is insane.

Excerpt from this New York Times story:

The Idaho Senate approved a bill this week that would permit the state to hire contractors to kill up to 90 percent of Idaho’s wolves with the goal, supporters said, of protecting cattle and other agricultural interests.

“These wolves, there’s too many in the state of Idaho,” State Senator Mark Harris, a Republican, said on the Senate floor before the vote on Wednesday, after telling a story about a “gentleman rancher” whose livelihood was jeopardized when a pack of wolves scared off his cattle.

Idaho’s Wolf Conservation and Management plan calls for the state to maintain a wolf population of at least 150 wolves. At last count, Mr. Harris said, 1,556 wolves were roaming the state.

“They’re destroying ranchers; they’re destroying wildlife,” he said.

The bill would give the state’s Wolf Control Fund an additional $190,000 to hire contractors to kill wolves — on top of $400,000 previously allocated toward killing wolves in Idaho. The bill also would remove a limit on the number of wolves a hunter is permitted to kill.

The Senate approved the bill in a 26-7 vote on Wednesday. The measure now goes to the State House of Representatives. The office of Governor Brad Little, a Republican, declined to say whether he planned to sign the bill. Last year Mr. Little signed another bill boosting funds for the killing of wolves.

Backers of the bill said that wolves also reduce the numbers of deer and elk available to hunters, taking an additional economic toll on the state. Some lawmakers disputed that hiring contractors would drive the wolf population down to just 150, while others referenced the 150 figure as if were the goal.

🐔 Shane Headcanons! 🐔

• Shane used to eat spicy wings a lot before moving to Pelican Town, but now that he takes care of the chickens and has such a close bond with them he’s cut out his wing obsession.

• Shane was going to school for film and was living in a dorm, once Jas’ parents passed away she couldn’t stay in his dorm with him, he had to drop out and move in with Marnie since he only worked part time in school and couldn’t afford an apartment.

• Something that comforted Shane when he was younger was movies. He loved watching how scenes were filmed, especially in documentaries. Whenever he was dealing with negative/intrusive thoughts, he would distract himself with a movie. Sometimes when he’s out in public, he will imagine himself in his favourite movie (As a form of escaping/coping).

• Shane secretly likes poetry! I feel like he appreciates all forms of art and can relate with a lot of poems. He finds It difficult to express how he feels and so he finds it easier to explain things through symbolism and metaphors.

I‘m really happy that you would write for Fruits Basket. So may I request Shigure Sohma helping is s/o study for an exam, please?Just some fluff, maybe he gives her a kiss after every correct answer.

Oh my, it is for the doggo, who is the goodest boi?

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Character: Shigure Sohma

A/N: Reader is college/university age, because otherwise it is kinda awkward. 

“You got that wrong.”

An elegant finger tapped on your sheet, hovering over one particular character on your sheet. Pouting you went back over the question, eyes squinting as you cracked your brain on what the answer was instead.

“This is too hard. Why do I need to study this again,” you groaned, letting yourself fall back.

The author chuckled, picking up your sheet once more as he checked your answers. “You are indeed doing terribly, dear,” was all the older man said as you threw him a glare.

“Oh, were you hoping for me to say otherwise?” he grinned, putting your sheet back down again as several of your answers were crossed out.

Rolling over to your side you leaned with your head onto your hand, your elbow balancing on the floor. A huff escaped you as you waved him away with your other hand.

“Not everyone can be a literary genius wasting himself away with trashy romance novels,” you grumbled in response, though you knew that it was hardly an insult that could touch the man.

“What can I say,” he mused, picking up your workbook again as he flicked through it. “Romance is what sells, not my literary genius.” Stopping at a certain page he then tapped on it once more, signalling for you to raise up again.

“Copy this row ten times,” Shigure smiled, though you knew that he didn’t mean to reassure you, or comfort you. No, the Sohma was by no means a kind man. In fact, he was a harsh man, but always pushing you to go further and beyond your own limits, believing in you more than you sometimes believed in yourself.

Whining you scrunched up your nose, crossily turning your head away as you harrumphed at the man next to you. Another escaped him as he slowly got up, his shadow hovering over you as he trapped you between his arms.

“You could be a literary genius as well, [Name],” he whispered before leaning in and stealing your lips.

“You just need to practice if you want more.”

With that he had escaped your hold once more, his hand lazily waving in the air as he turned his back to you, walking off towards the kitchen for some much-needed tea.

Heaving a sigh to yourself you picked up your pencil, practising your kanji once more with a grumble.

more kuro doods

One piece headcannon: If Ace ever had a kid he would probably name it Spade

feeling blue 🌧️ i'm in my chicken man feelings rn

He’s so hot 😻

I AM THINKING HARD ABT YAMS BEING IN HEAT BUT ALSO BEING IGNORED AND PUNISHED CAUSE HE WAS A BRAT BUT NO MATTER WHAT HE DOES HE JUST CANT GET HIMSELF OFF AND HE BEGS YOU

YES BABE! I've been wanting to write something (because I have a constant worry that if I don't pump shit out on the regular, y'all will just leave.) I made him a bunny hybrid bcs hybrids in heat just hit different. So let's get this show on the road. (Nsfw ahead, use of Mommy, implied fem reader ig?)

So, we are all fully aware by now, that Tadashi is very needy and makes sure you know that he deserves most of your time.

But Bunny Tadashi is even worse.

If he isn't sitting on your lap, he's dying.

If you don't have one hand on his head, gently playing with his soft hair or ears, he can't go on.

If you aren't smothering him in some kind of attention, his life is going to end immediately.

Yeah, I suggest you learn to type with one hand.

If he talks to you at all, you better respond within five seconds, or he thinks you've abandoned him.

"Mommy, why aren't you listening to me?"

It gets old fast. And no matter how much you try and punish your bunny in an attempt to tame him, he always managed to bounce back, as needy as ever.

While yes, his neediness wasn't always horrible, he still had no sense of boundaries or "me time".

Well, this time, his brattiness came back to bite him in the ass.

You knew his heat season was coming up, and you figured he would behave so that he wouldn't get punished and risk not getting the attention he wanted. You were wrong.

It got worse.

"Mommy! Come cuddle with me!"

"Whatever you're doing can't be as important as me, can it?"

"It's not fair, you won't pay attention to me, do you not love me anymore!"

Naturally, you decided that both of you had enough.

"That's enough Tadashi. Until you can get over this bratty, stuck up attitude of yours, you're not getting anything from me. No playtime, no cuddles, no kisses, nothing."

The look on his face was priceless. Immediately drops to his knees and begs for any other punishment than that.

"No! Don't ignore me, please! Anything else, I'll do anything else, it's just not fair!"

"Life's not fair. I'm going to enjoy myself and you're going to think about what you've done."

He was not happy then, but imagine his dismay when his heat hit the next day. You woke up to a sobbing, half asleep Tadashi dry-humping your leg.

"I said nothing, I mean nothing. Get yourself off if you need it that bad."

You knew full well that Tadashi hated having to get himself off. It was just not as good as you. But you also knew that it would stick with him more than any other punishment you had tried.

He spent most of his time in your room, on your bed, trying to get himself off, sleeping, or crying at how "abused" he was. He would beg for you so loudly you were positive the neighbors could hesr him.

"Mommy, I need you to touch me, please! I'll be good now! I promise! I can't take this anymore, don't wanna do it myself, I can't!"

You almost felt bad for him, but you reminded yourself that he had gotten himself in the situation, he could get himself out. So sighing and walking into your bedroom to repremand the horny rabbit, you're greeted with a beautiful sight you never knew you needed to see.

His back was arched off the bed, red, achy and throbbing cock gripped in his hand as he tried to fuck his fist to satiate the burning in his stomach. His soft tail was wiggling frantically and his ears were flopped down against the pillows, his freckled cheeks were drenched in tears and bright red. You had no idea if he knew you were there, but you decided to sit back and enjoy the show.

Sitting back in a chair you had pulled into the living room, you watched your bunny try to get himself off and fail.

"Mommy, I don't wanna do it, please touch me!"

"Shut up. You did this to yourself, now take your punishment before I make it worse. The only thing I want to hear coming out of that slutty mouth of yours, are more of those precious moans, got it? You're not stopping until I say you can. And then maybe, just maybe if you're good, I'll let you get me off."

He only sobbed and complied, man he had really fucked things up.

(Luckily enough for you, he tried to be more considerate after that.)