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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 2 hours

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⚠️𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘⚠️

🎀Show your age if you wanna interact or I block u🎀

✨𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲✨ (𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨𝐱𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Gojo likes to take pictures of you—videos too if he can. You could be lounging in his living room, sprawled on the couch, wearing nothing but his hoodie that sat snugly on your frame. Click! You could be in the kitchen, cooking a delicious dinner, the smells of which make passers-by lift their noses into the air and take deep whiffs. Click! You come out of the shower in a towel, click! You feed your cat, click! You brush your teeth, click! Gojo would even buy you pretty heels and dresses, jewellery and make-up, and take you to expensive restaurants and do fun activities – all so he could dress you up and take pictures of you. Click! Click! Click! Everything you did was carefully documented in his camera roll. Pictures he would proudly show off, even unprompted, just for an opportunity to make his peers turn green with envy.

Of course, he had another secret folder. This also had pictures of you—but they were only for one pair of brilliant blue eyes. Photos he took of your body. Of his fat cock, stretching out your little hole. Your tear-streaked face – mascara running down your hollowed cheeks – as you struggled to fit him in your mouth. Drool and gloss on your lips in a rambunctious dance, dripping onto your plush chest. Videos of his long fingers, tweaking and playing with your red nipples. Of your glistening pussy. Of his hand laying claim to your stomach, simultaneously lifting his hoodie off your tummy.

Every time he was away from you, either you on a mission or him, he would whip out his phone, open up the folder, and massage his aching balls while watching you. He would hear his voice in the background of his videos goading you, as he gripped your thick ass to pull it down on his length.

“Th-a-a-a-at’s it. Fuck– there's my good girl. Hng, you're taking daddy’s cock so well, sweety.”

Your soft high-pitched moans from his phone's speaker only served to turn him on further. He would pull his cock out of the waistband of his boxers, gently stroking it and imagining your hand in its place. With every thrust on the screen, he would thrust into the grip of his hand, watching how your ass jiggled in his mind’s eye. Every move was known to him, intimately. Hours of studying his film work had made him acquainted with your body as if it were his own. He knew exactly which whine meant Please, give me more or I’m going to cry, to the gasp that translated to Fuck, Daddy, don’t stop, I’m coming!

There were times when he would make you look at the camera, “Turn around f’ me baby. Lemme see your pretty little slut face” And your head would turn to look at him, at his phone, as he continued to thrust into you from behind. Sometimes you would take his phone in your own hands, leaning it against a pillow to get a perfect shot of you. Your widened glassy doe-eyes, captured on the screen, tits bouncing in time with your lover's movements. You’d speak to him too, egging him on.

“More, Daddy! Please, Daddy! Yeah, stretch me out and fuck me—just like that!” Or you’d say something like, “God, please, you’re so big, it’s too much!”

Any time he heard you, coupled with the visual of your wet eyes and open mouth, it would make Gojo cum. Just a few jerks and he would nut into his hand, the sticky white fluid running down his fingers.

His favourite video, however, starts off with him watching you from behind the camera. You’re in a lace lingerie set he bought for you, blue and white – matching his eyes and hair. You wore a dainty silver choker around your neck with a tiny bell that made a tinkling sound each time you moved – a collar almost. Sitting on his bed, propped up by pillows, you had one hand pawing at your breast, while the other played with your hair. Your legs were spread apart giving him a delicious view of the growing wet patch on your panties. Gojo felt himself licking his lips each time he saw it.

You would move your hand from your hair to your thighs, rubbing against the flesh softly, almost as if you were enticing him to come take a bite. And it would work. Gojo would set up his camera to record as he climbed into the bed with you, settling his head between your thick thighs. His mouth immediately latched onto you and sucked.

Gojo in the future would fuck his pillows furiously, desperate to try and recreate the feeling of you under him but it wouldn’t work. In a way, he would be almost envious of himself. Of his proximity to you. The video Gojo continued, lapping at the wet patch on your panties. His hand reached up to grab at your breast and massage it. You let out a loud sigh, your hand finding purchase in his hair and you raked your fingernails against his sensitive scalp, to which Gojo would respond with a guttural growl. “Woman! Do you want me to cum while my pants are still on?”

His kitten licks soon turned into a flat widened tongue, flush against your pussy, fingers tugging the panties to the side before he lost control and ripped them into two to get a better taste. You cried out at the loss of such a pretty lingerie set and were shut up by two long fingers being shoved into your mouth. It wouldn’t take long for you to cum on Gojo’s tongue. He knew his way around your body and sucked and licked on your clit and folds like a man possessed. The taste of you was intoxicating and Gojo, watching you on the screen couldn’t help but lick his lips, missing your flavour.

You orgasmed with a squirt, gushing into Gojo’s mouth, grasping at his hair and crying his name like a prayer. Gojo didn’t realise till you yanked on his hair from the overstimulation crying, “Stop Gojo, stop please, no more – yellow!” He lifted himself off you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His pupils were blown out and he looked almost wolf-like as he reached up to kiss you. His hips rutted into your tummy, the soft fat cushioning his hard thrusts. He was obsessed.

He tugged at the bra pulling your heavy breasts into his mouth one by one. You helped pull off his boxers to let him feel your skin against his. His cock was hot. The weeping tip dripped pre-come onto your belly and it ran into your folds in a cold contrast. His lips never once left your skin.

Gojo watching you on the screen later, would lose composure. Watching his cock sheath into you, knowing exactly how you felt around him would be too much. He would come for a second time that evening. Watching him, fuck you. You: falling apart on his cock; begging for him to cum in you; desperation and exertion in your voices as he finally ejaculated in you; sucking and nipping at your breasts. His hands pinned yours down and you both rode out the high repeating each other's names in unholy worship.

He collapsed into your arms and you kissed him; his head, then nose, then lips. He pulled you into his embrace and told you how good you were for him.

Future Gojo would come down from his high alone, and text you. The perfect shot of his hand, covered in his come. His soft cock, out of focus in the background.

You would open it and add it immediately to your own hidden folder. Gojo isn’t the only freak in this relationship…

A/N: Yeah so Hidden Inventory has a different meaning here. That's all I guess. I secretly like gojo also ok bye.

Hearts and reblogs are much appreciated and comments will get you KISSIE.

#anonimusunnoan #anonimuswritings #jjk #fanfiction #fanfic #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #picture taking #satorugojo #jjk satoru #jjk x reader fluff

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scenecipriano · 1 year

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Lick

Remus: *licks Romans arm*

Roman: How the fuck is your tongue fucking dry also GROSS.

Remus: I have a cats tongue! Fucking moist but also like sandpaper

Roman: *Thoroughly disgusted*

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #creativitwins #how is a cats tongue fucking dry #but also simultaneously wet #hate it

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snowshinobi · 1 month

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controversial hamlet opinion several hundred years late but guys let's face it: hamlet adores the sound of his own voice. so much he breaks the fourth wall to ramble. he fully commits to the visual presentation of grief. head to toe black. his own mother, wife of the dead man, asks hamlet to tone it down. he refuses. hamlet pretends to go insane so he can investigate his dad's suspected murder out in the open. he sets up a play WITHIN HIS OWN PLAY to give his shitty uncle the heebie-jeebies.

guys. hamlet is having fun. oh he's in agony, unequivocally: he grows numb to his friends as he realizes he cannot trust anyone. he loses his grip on his identity, his truth -- maybe he is truly mad after all, no act. he falls prey to the same murderous betrayal he set out to solve in the first place. his own story eats him.

but GUYS. hamlet had fun. despite everything.

#this is harsh criticism of a young man who is experiencing familial betrayal and grieving a death simultaneously #hamlet missed his dad very much. i don't doubt that. getting so into figuring out what happened to his dad is also evidence of how strong #their father-son bond was #it's also very clear that hamlet was hamming it up (pun intended)#he's so complex. my favorite silly wet cat of a man. my little meow meow.#hamlet #shakespeare #snowswords #it's just like fall out boy said. the best of us CAN find happiness in misery #cannibalism #the triangle of cannibalism #bc you know. you KNOW i had to do it to him. god. everything is about eating and being eaten

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judyalvqrez · 9 months

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I've never played a Final Fantasy game in my life, but I might have to play FFXVI just to figure out why this sad attractive man is always on the verge of tears in every thumbnail i see of this game

#his name is clive apparently #who hurt him who made him cry i need to know #also i'm intrigued by his ability to look cool and like a sad wet cat simultaneously #idk what's wrong with him but i could fix him #ffxvi #vg #lucy rants

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paradizetobefound · 2 years

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Module spoilers

Theresa and Kal'tsit, beginning: cold smile type enmity

Theresa and Kal'tsit, Darknights memoirs: Theresa is trying to pspsps a particularly wary stray cat into actually living in the house they both dug out in Rim Billitonian sands.

#arknights #spoilers #shitpost #i am sorry #but it is amazing how #kaltsit is simultaneously dignified and amazing baddass #with tragic backstory who is constantly faced by trials #that life simply keeps throwing at her #and also the ultimate sad wet stray cat of arknights

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mcyt-trios · 7 months

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PROPAGANDA:

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss:

Listen to me closely. There is no other alliance on the whole Traffic series as based as them. They did EXACTLY what they set out to do. Did they Gaslight? Oh fuck yeah. Did they Gatekeep? You better believe it. Did they Girlboss??? By the good grace of god they did!!!!!!! They are simultaneously the blueprint for every trio of mean girls in a 2000s high school movie and the most genuinely devoted alliance on the whole server. They trust and respect and love each other in ways beyond mortal comprehension. Vote them please I'm begging you.

They were an absolute powerhouse! Also also, Cleo finding herself a group of people who were properly loyal to her after being betrayed for the healing arc. Scott telling them he was the boogieman and refusing to kill even if it meant going red. They're just so hhhhhh

cleo is gaslight (setting things on fire), scott is gatekeep (protecting the base), and pearl is girlboss (girlbossing).

Quite possibly the most ride or die alliance of Last Life. Consistently sharing lives, helping each other get boogey kills, refusing to hurt each other… they were just such a feel good team up for the entire series :] and then they kicked Pearl out in double life :]

Listen they are the EPITOME of ride or die. They love each other so much during that time. Do you hear me. Dear God they are the most precious

Best faction on Last Life. Set the template for pretty much everything Scott and Cleo do together, and set us up for 5AM Pearl.

Boreal Trio:

look. look okay so youve got two battle hardened at least mildly immortal warrior brothers-in-arms slash best friends slash partners for life, and then youve got this anxious, queer wet cat of an enderman who lives in their shed. oooh my god this is gonna be so incoherent im so sorry. ranboo was doing soooo awful when doomsday happened and both techno and phil immediately went him. that one. he needs to be safe and supported and away from all of this he should come with us. only if he wants to. and he did want to!! he was soo anxious but he got more confident!! none of them are great at expressing their feelings verbally (techno is but he also does other things) so they do it in other ways! phil rushing over as soon as he hears ranboo CLOSE to water because he knows it hurts him! techno moving the prison break up from 'some time soon i guess' to 'now now we are leaving now we are doing this RIGHT NOW' as SOON as ranboo gets detained!! avenging his ghost, throwing any and all hesitation about tubbo away to work with him because that was what ranboo wanted, that was what he asked. always checking in and making sure he was okay. all three of them are soooo dysfunctional but i love them so much. think of the mansion raid streams!! techno and ranboo off adventuring, phil taking care of the animals and getting up at 3am real time to trigger their stasis chambers!! they care about each other all so fucking much and they are a family! please vote for them i will be very sad otherwise :(

#mcyt-trios #mcytblr trio bracket #polls #round 3 #mcyt

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wordstome · 6 months

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I wish I could put into words the sensation I feel when I think about or see content of König. It's a very special kind of joy. I love that fanon in general holds that he's this big brutal military man who yells "HA! YOU MISSED ME!" as he smashes someone's brains in with a hammer, yet simultaneously an anxious sweating mess of a feral animal at his core. A real damp wet cat of a man breathing hard as he tries not to lose his shit because he's sitting in a debrief feeling like he needs to peel his skin off. I love the idea that he craves sex and intimacy in a painfully vulnerable way, but he can only express it or pursue it in a wildly deranged manner.

I've seen a lot of people wondering why people like König so much when the only canonical content we have is a short bio and a handful of voice lines. Obviously, a lot of people think he's hot and want to freak him nasty, which is incredibly valid. I also think some of the appeal is the fact that there's so little go on, that we can just take him and make whatever interpretation that we want.

But I think at the core of it is that the seeds of a really good concept have been sown. Even though he's a dysfunctional wreck, anxious and unable to fit in, ostracized for things he can't control, he's so powerful. His violence is frightening and harsh, but it occupies a grey area where it's a good thing that helps him.

I hope a lot of other people can relate to this, but the only way I can describe it is the urge to be a werewolf? To be able to become some wild, untamed thing who can not only defend itself, but tear to shreds anything that would try to harm it. The best way I've seen this concept embodied is the Tumblr-famous I Am A Bride comic, which is very near and dear to my heart. I love König as a character because he embodies this ideal of despite my fragile vulnerable insides, I am powerful and ruthless and strong. Why shouldn't I go apeshit? When the world has been so unfair? When all people have done is hurt and disappoint me?

And, too, I love König fans' answer to the question. Of course you should. Of course you can. This is your right. And I will love you despite this, despite your anger and your violence, despite your anxiety and your dysfunctionality. You are something worthy of being loved, without having to be changed.

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crescentfool · 24 days

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What are your ryomina headcanons? I've loved these two since I played P3 FES, and I'm so excited to get back into the fandom^^

hi!! thank you so much for the ask, welcome back to the p3 fandom, it's always a delight to see new and old ryomina fans alike! 🥺💛💙

as for headcanons, here's a "few" i that i tend to come back to a lot! my interpretations of them are influenced from both the source material and other's fanworks, so i've linked to them as i saw fit! hcs in no particular order under the cut because oops this got long (900 word bullet point list, mentions of reload content up to 1/1)

minato's hair is dyed blue (hair originally brown, you can see it in his roots!) and he has a beauty mark on under his left eye. i like mirror imagery and there's definitely a few arts i've rb'd that portray them this way :) (e.g. this one by feliichu and this one by marasschino)

as far as i'm concerned the bathhouse scene from the manga where ryoji's hair down = similar shape to minato? that is canon to me. this art from xierru is a fun depiction of hair down ryoji :D

ryoji is homeless. everyone say thank you foxmulder_whereartthou for this awesome fic it's why i have the headcanon! but like seriously. we have no idea where ryoji lives and i could believe this.

minato dying at the end of the game is sad to an outsider's POV BUT!!! ryomina gets to be together in death for the rest of their lives (this illustration from mafuwara is a gorgeous representation of them as nyx avatar + the seal)!

speaking of the seal, they are like telepathically communicating to me in the great seal together. (mymp3 had a comic wip with this. give it a looksie :D)

ryoji likes cuddling with minato because he's warm :) (something something orpheus has fire affinity, minato is warm by extension and ryoji is cold because he's death)

ryoji's camera roll is filled with pictures of minato! ryoji... loves life, to me. and i feel that photography and journaling are perfect ways of expressing gratitude and capturing the moments in life that are most important to you :3

my other favorite activity for these two is stargazing- i feel like it's something they could appreciate either in life or death (looking at the stars from the great seal...)! they do a bit of this in the fic eurydice's vow by crescentmoontea (P5R spoilers, takes place in third sem it's a very fun fic concept).

between ryoji and minato i feel like ryoji was the one who fell in love first- and it doesn't really click in place for minato that he loves ryoji until december hits (appriser reveal + ryoji transforming into thanatos). its about the realization that ryoji was with him for his whole life and that he gets him like no one else does.

ryoji is like a sad and wet puppy who is so scared minato won't like him back. he is so scared of being rejected by minato to me like. this boy straight up deflates after he does his "i know i said i wanted us to be friends, but... i actually want to be something more." / "what about you?" on 12/1 ???

AND SPEAKING of wet puppy ryoji. ryoji is like. every animal in the world to me. he's a bird. he's a cat. etc. and also ryoji knows every language in the world ever and uses it to express his love for minato. see this fic from superheroics to see what i mean.

both of them are lactose intolerant. "this isn't lactose, it's milk!" i definitely think ryoji would make himself sick eating ice cream and milk he doesn't know what lactose is. (i made a silly poll about this once and the tags were very entertaining.)

i see minato as transmasc or nonbinary depending on the day (schrodinger's headcanons babey they're simultaneously true and not true at the same time!!). either way he's not cis to me and ryoji is like. His Gender. anyway go read this fic by nail_gun for t4t ryomina :D !

ryomina are WEIRD GUYS TO ME!!! they are so strange and they understand each other better than anyone else because of the circumstances of their relationship!!! if you asked them to do the "i wonder what i taste like" meme i think they'd start biting each other (affectionate) tbh but that's just me.

after ryoji gives minato the music box in 12/31 on reload, minato listens to the music box every night in january. this boy has insomnia and also chronic illness to me (things that housing death does to you). but i think he finds comfort in the melody and memories he made with ryoji.

in general, i think it's fun to imagine minato taking ryoji to places and show him things he's interested in! i feel that ryoji takes a lot of interest in minato's life, this isn't really a hc because in reload, minato DOES give ryoji a tour of the school (11/9) and possibly port island (11/12). but ITS CUTE OK! (tangentially related fanwork: this series of doodles from vinnigami: 1, 2, and 3)

not a hc but minato's kindness is like the backbone of their relationship and i think we would not have the ryomina we know and love today if minato wasn't such a kind soul. oh minato.... we can learn so much from you... like ryoji did!

anyway! that's all the hcs that i could think of, thank you for the ask! i had a lot of fun answering this, these two mean a lot to me 💛💙

i hope you don't mind the links to the fanart and fanfic as well, the fanwork people have made for ryomina have really made an imprint on me! if you want to see more of them, i definitely recommend looking through my tag for them because oh. i got a lot of them reblogged alright 😂 (<- SOOO NORMAL)

#UMMM hiiii #this was VERY fun to do thank you so much for the ask!! im very. well-adjusted about these two #this ended up turning into some art + fic suggests (they are like citations to my hcs)#but it was really fun! i love ryomina to bits and pieces i cannot provide a concise answer #this post nearly gave me a scare bc somehow the bullet point list doubled itself and wouldn't let me post #tumblr is a very functional website! but the posts intact so im happy!!! yippee!#i still need to finish reload but some of the hcs i wrote were partially backed by what i saw there #people are welcome to send asks btw! cant guarantee i'll answer them in a timely manner but i enjoy doing them #doing this reminded me of my early tumblr days when i'd get so many asks where ppl dropped their ryomina hcs it was cute...#im sure i will continue to recommend fanworks in the future i definitely want to start reading fic again after i finish reload! yahoo!#also this post is like the iceberg of my brain btw you have definitely not seen all of my thoughts im soo. (twirls hair) normal.#lizzy askbox #ryomina #<- why not i put effort into the post #anyway bye im going to go to the library to learn about my favorite new interest called html and css aren't websites cool :)

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catckity · 19 days

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Shout out to ctubbo cause he was really having the mental health crisis of a lifetime while simultaneously dealing with having his first crush on the weird enderman wet cat minutes man while also being kinda oblivious to said weird enderman wet cat minutes man feelings for him

#theyre so odd i love them #ctubbo #cranboo #cbeeduo #dsmp #talking to the void

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angelinthefire · 1 year

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I really honestly believe that there’s not enough appreciation for internal contradiction and conflicting elements both in terms of characterization and relationships.

Like Cas both wants to belong and has the impulse to just go out and do things on his own. He is both proud and ashamed. He is ancient and new. Etc etc.

Dean both feels the need to be the moral authority and is crushed by the burden of it. When he needs the people around him is exactly when he pushes them away. He clings to this rough-and-tumble individualist masculinity, but all he really wants is his family to be together.

And the main thing I've been thinking of is how with Dean and Cas, we always talk about how there’s a fundamental disconnect and miscommunication between them. But I think that sometimes we forget that their relationship is built on their fundamental similarity, on them relating to one another. Like there’s at least a couple of things Misha has said about Cas that I disagree with, but one that i find really interesting is (and I wish I remembered when/where this was) that sometimes Cas feels like Dean is the only one in the world he can relate to.

Like these are contradictory things, but they are all true, and it's important that they’re all true, because contradictory things being true at the same time is was creates tension and creates movement, it's what keeps things dynamic and interesting.

The other day I mentioned a post that had a quadrant chart with a war criminal-angel axis and a virgin-slut axis, and how someone said that Cas was in the middle. But he’s not in the middle, he's at the extremes simultaneously. Like he’s not in some milquetoast little-bit-of-both center. He is all the way at the edges. And you would think it's untenable but that's exactly what makes it interesting.

And I guess that’s also my number one critique on Cas mischaracterizarion. When he's just one thing. When he’s just the poorest little self-doubting wet cat, or just a badass bamf, or just understanding and wise and empathetic, or just alien and clueless. None of those are right. And he’s not in the mushy middle of these things. He's flipping between them, he exists in the overturn, in the revolution.

Castiel is the best, most loyal soldier, and he is the most zealous rebel. He is inhuman and the most human. He is full of self-doubt and he has the courage of his convictions.

This started out as a general post and then became a Castiel post. Because Castiel. But yeah, I don’t think you can fully understand Cas, and therefore understand destiel, unless you embrace internal contradiction.

#spn #castiel #destiel #supernatural #my commentary #i'm not saying you have to read Hegel to understand Castiel i'm just saying it would help

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yalocalfanficaddict · 6 months

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Hello, if you’re into MatchaBlossom would you be down to writing something Halloween related with them? 😊

I think Vampire!Kaoru/Werewolf!Kojiro would be super fun, but I also love Witch!Kaoru so it’s genuinely up to you dear author!

Thanks in advance and have a nice day 😘

I am so so so so so so soooo sorry for how late this was!, Annon! I've been fairly busy and so I never truly had a chance to write this properly and I hope I did this justice because it'e been a while since I've watched the anime!! Please do give me any feedback and I'll post this on my AO3 account if you wish to bookmark it there to read it again! It'll be titled 'Love Bites.'

Warnings: Blood and mild language

Word Count: 2069

With a pleased hum, Kojiro came from the kitchen to personally deliver the meals he had tossed together. “Alright, here's the Caesar salad, the house soup, and spaghetti with extra meatballs.” He purposefully gave Kaoru the spaghetti, almost as if to test him and his already thinned patience.

“You know how much I detest garlic, Kojiro,” Kaoru spoke and pushed the plate back to the chef, his words clipped with detachment.

A tight grin flashed over Kojiro’s face as he shrugged, stealing the plate of spaghetti and meatballs. “Oh well, maybe you shouldn’t come to an Italian restaurant, then.”

“Maybe you should try and shave your unruly body hair to not scare any of the ladies with them mistaking you for some sort of animal.”

“Maybe you should get some more sun, you’re looking awfully pale today.”

“Maybe you–”

“Uh, guys? I was the one that ordered the spaghetti…” Miya chimed in, causing the pair to snap from their passive-aggressive bickering. Kojiro slid the plate to the boy before tucking the large tray under his arm.

A softer voice joined in. “Can I still order poutine? I forgot if it’s also served in Italy.”

Reki rolled his eyes with a groan. “Is that all you Canadians eat? I do not get how you stand that stuff when the cheese melts, and it gets all slimy,” he gags to add effect.

Miya cackled before wolfing down on some of his pasta. “Y’know…that’s rich coming from you, slime-boy,” Miya spoke between mouthfuls.

Kaoru smacked the back of the cat-boy’s head, earning a wince. “It’s rude to speak with your mouth full, Miya.” As he struggled to hold his composed persona, Kaoru felt his stomach churn. The stench of garlic mingled with the sharp odor of silver from the woman a few booths down, not to mention the lack of blood he had made his head spin. Kojiro felt cruel enough that when Kaoru lost their personal beef, he was forced to go a month without it. Thankfully, in a few more days, it’ll all be over.

Kojiro must’ve noticed the faint sway Kaoru had as his brows pinched together. “Don’t you want something to eat, Pinky?”

He shook his head while simultaneously stuffing the bile that rose up in his throat back down deep into his stomach. He sipped of cool water to refresh himself, and condensation wets his hand and lips. “I’m fine. I had something else before heading out.”

Kojiro grunted, unconvinced. “Just don’t pass out or anything. I don’t think your stupid robot could carry your unconscious fat-ass.”

With Kaoru on the outside of the booth and the closest to Kojiro, he not-so-subtly kicked him in the shin. Smirking, Kaoru savored how he yelped from the shock and hissed from the pain. “Maybe bumbling flea-bag also shouldn’t underestimate my capable Carla.”

“Hey!” He whined and placed a fist on his hip.

“Father, Dad, please don’t have another one of your lover’s quarrels in front of me and my food,” Miya requested, mouth rimmed red with sauce. “Please just kiss and make up—for everyone's sake and their sanity.” As the grown men sputtered in protest and denial, Reki cackled and clung to Langa for support, who blinked in confusion.

“What’s so funny?” Langa asked. Even if it wasn’t specified, everyone knew the question was for Reki to answer. “Did Miya get adopted? Why did I not know about this until now?”

Reki patted his fellow skater reassuringly. “No, no, Langa. It’s only a stupid joke.”

“Oh, okay.”

Kaoru felt terribly sick as he felt heat licked the back of his neck. The last time he checked, he didn’t see Kojiro that way…they always squabbled and taunted each other since Adam came along! But that was also the most recent time he had considered any...potential for them. No, don’t be ridiculous, he thought. That’s just the little brat talking.

All that overthinking didn’t help Kaoru’s unease, and this time Kojiro wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Okay, enough’s enough, precious. You need to eat something, and you’re not leaving my kitchen until you get something.”

A large hand wrapped around Kaoru’s arms and tugged him out of the booth, ignoring his protest. Some of the complaints involved insults such as ‘Put me down, you mangy-mutt!’, ‘I said I didn’t want anything, you Loony!’, and so on.

The rare chef glanced at the pair—one more than the other—but would otherwise not give them any attention. Kojiro tossed Kaoru into the freezer and locked it, shutting them inside. The sensor lights flickered on, casting a milky-blue hue along Kaoru’s cool porcelain and Kojiro’s warm bronze complexion. Puffs of vapor left their mouths, but only one started shivering.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kaoru snapped as Kojiro pulled and tugged on his collar.

“Well, how else will you bite my neck to get some blood?”

Kaoru folded his arms over his chest and huffed, pivoting away from him. “That’s not how it works, you’d be dead you mangy cur!”

He could hear the rustle of clothing and footsteps before being spun to face Kajiro. His chin is pinned between a thumb and an index. Kojiro faked a pout and planted his free hand on Kaoru’s hip. “Oh, come on, now. I’m trying to help you out, fang-face. Besides, I don’t want to have to take care of you if you go feral during the Halloween S race…there would be so much blood if someone crashed.”

With a grumble, Kaoru shoved Kojiro off and pushed him to the crate, where he sat on one of the chef’s thighs. “So is this your way of calling off my beef punishment?” He asked as he rolled the cuff of his sleeve. He shouldn’t be this desperate for some blood, let alone Kojiro’s, but he could practically smell each pulse under his skin. It made his nerves jittery, and his blood-lust hit harder than he thought. Kaoru’s mouth watered while his fangs grew more defined and sharpened with each anticipating second.

“Woah, hold on there,” Kojiro chuckled. “Isn’t there like an important artery there? I thought you didn’t want to kill me.”

Kaoru sighed but continued to yank his sleeve up his arm. “Ever heard of veins?”

Before any more time could be wasted, he brought the bare forearm to his lips and searched for the safest vein to satisfy him. He sank his fangs into flesh, and satisfaction came in an instant. Would it be wrong to say that the soft grunt and shift of discomfort underneath Kaoru didn’t help him with his slipping control?

“K-Kaoru, are you done yet?” Kojiro asked.

Not realizing how much blood he drank for how long, Kaoru took his last sip before pulling away, panting. “Thank you,” he mumbled, wiping his chin.

“If you need more, you can take it, but I need a moment. Here." Kaoru reared back as Kojiro began to unbutton his shirt. “You’ll need better access...right? Well, I won’t exactly be able to go skating on Halloween, so do what you need to do.”

Kaoru couldn’t tell if his face grew hot from his new blood intake or from seeing his shivering chest exposed. When his icy hands began to wander along Kojiro’s bare torso, he glanced into rusty-red eyes with great questioning. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I tormented you so much for the past week.”

“Pity isn’t the right word, but it’s something to that effect. I understand the struggle of being…different, so I want to help, I guess.”

After silence settled in the frigid air, Kaoru began to drink his fill, careful not to latch onto the more lethal options along Kojiro’s body. Kojiro’s face pinched and twisted in unease when Kaoru sucked his more sensitive areas, so he would lick the marks to soothe him. They’ve done this before on rare occasions, but the comments from the restaurant booth plagued his mind.”‘Kiss and make-up?” Absurd. Well, they can and have made up now and then—especially after living two hundred years together—but kiss? No, vampires and werewolves don’t mix well in romance. He and Kojiro only became friends over their shared enemy, Adam. But Kaoru did enjoy the taste of Kojiro’s blood over others. Yet, it could be excused he’s a werewolf, making it something new and exciting instead of dull and bland.

“You done, flat-pulse?” Kojiro panted, snapping Kaoru back into reality. “You sorta stopped. Don’t tell me my blood doesn’t actually do anything, all because I’m a werewolf.”

Kaoru shifted his balance on Kojiro’s lap and looped his arms around his shoulders. “You are such an idiot. I’m what Adam calls a defective vampire. Otherwise, he’d be able to drink your blood, too.”

He pretended not to notice the calloused hands that traveled to his hips and waist.

“Oh, my bad.” Kojiro chuckled, fog fanning their faces. “I’m probably also a little defective then, too.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Kaoru questioned, eyes sharp and narrowed.

He pretended not to notice how the hands began to fist the navy-blue fabric of his kimono, just below his obi.

With a huff, Kojiro angled his head upward to keep as little eye contact as possible. “Dammit, how do I say this?”

“With your words.”

“No duh,” he snarked, finally looking back at Kaoru again. “What I wanted to say…is that I think I like, like you?”

Kaoru stumbled off of Kojiro’s lap and pressed himself against the bare wall nearby. It's mostly out of shock and surprise, but he also needed something to keep himself standing. “What the hell?! Why say that now of all times?” Kaoru shrieked.

Before he could utter another word, Kojiro had crossed the room and clamped the hand over his mouth. “Keep it down, please?” Kojiro wet his lips and removed his hand when Kaoru gave him a weak nod. “Listen, forget I even said anything. I know it’s stupid, but I don’t know how it happened, and I needed to get it off my chest.”

“What the hell, Kojiro? You don’t just dump that out of nowhere,” Karou spat. “And what about all the women you chase after? Don’t tell me that you randomly confess feelings after you pay for their dinner.”

Kojiro winced at his words, almost regretful. “About that,” he awkwardly grinned. “I only went after them to make you jealous.”

“How cruel,” he mused.

“Unlike someone I know, I don’t eat people I’m interested in!” Korjio complained, throwing his arms defensively across his chest.

Karou chuckled in a rather cruel tone. “That was one time.”

“Well, who knows if you’ll do it again—or if you’re telling the truth! I personally believe I’m sticking my neck out on the line by telling you how I feel.” Kojiro raised an eyebrow at Karou in a theatrical manner.

“Was that pun intended?” He finally steps toward Kojiro, and a sly grin reveals his razor-sharp fangs.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Besides,” he continued, ignoring the crude remark. “It was a dare, and I was young and foolish back then, so I say it doesn’t count.”

“You? Young?” Kojiro scoffs, finally letting his arms fall limp at his sides. “So that was when? The dark ages?”

Karou threw his head back with a laugh. “Probably, I’ve lost count by now. Tell you what, you take me somewhere tonight, we can give it a go, and you’ll see for yourself if I still eat my lover-boy’s.”

Kojirou sputtered as he chased Karou out of the frigid room. “Hold on, now. Karou…you mean that?”

He gave a one-shouldered shrug as they walked back to the booth. “Why not? If it doesn’t work out, it’ll only be a speck of dust in my lifetime.”

As Karou was greeted by Miya and his eager waving hands, Kojiro grabbed him by the bicep and spun him around. Kojiro’s breath warmed the side of his neck as he whispered. “Would eight work fine?”

“Oh, how dramatic, you big brute,” Karou mused as he shoved him away. “Sure, that’ll suffice, but don’t be late and don’t be tacky.”

“Tacky?! Me?”

Miya cleared his throat. “Everything’s fine now, dads?”

“Just peachy, little dude,” Kojiro replied calmly before growing red. “Wait, we’re not your fathers! Oh my god, I—”

Everyone besides Langa and Kojiro erupted into fits of giggles and laughter. “I still don’t get how it’s funny,” Langa sulked.

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syoul · 2 months

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SYOUL PROFILES

(the unserious but also equally as serious ver.) not proofread but this might get deleted later anyways lmfao

warnings: mentions of food, child neglect, manipulation, swearing. lmk if anything else.

ISEUL: cuddle bug first, idol and songwriter second. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree; knows manipulation and performs it well. too soft for the liking of others however, and is often stuck between the conflicts of not being enough of a man. born to slay, forced to nay. another tale of time wasted at a company who wouldn’t even look his way for a mere minute lmfao. could’ve debuted on two separate occasions but the higher ups said “nope!” and well. here he is now. people pleaser #1; was born to puppet strings and will continue to be tied to them until he decides to cut them off, even if he thinks he already did.

OLIVER: born to “Rawr XD”, forced to “Grrr Bark Bark Alpha male-core”. haunted by the wolf that lurks in his family’s past. protective to the point where he can be overbearing—depends highly on the situation—but would lay his life down for this little “family” they have going on. outcasted for most of his childhood and trainee days; school messed him up a lot. my bad. but fuck them, there’s no way any of that can reach him now. right?

SEOJUN: tired #1. the stone pillar with no visible cracks until you knock a hand against it to find it hollow. the product of absent parents and being a witness to their favouritism for his older brother. despite that, the two of them are extremely close. simultaneously needs a lifetime supply of coffee and to be cut off from caffeine entirely. the glue of the group and is the main one to set his foot down. will not stand for any injustice and is a little too venomous when it comes to protecting his group; sometimes his defence turns into more of an attack, but what’s the difference when the group is the main topic? is sick and tired of the doubt and comparison, even more than seven. he’s just better at hiding it.

MARS: the sanest one by technicality but doesn’t seem like it. someone who tries so hard to be loved and is constantly searching in all the wrong places. touch starved and really just needs a good hug and to be told he’s doing amazingly. the exuberant one who puts himself out there because he’ll do anything to have this group survive. sm 100% regrets letting him go; he was willing to do whatever they wanted of him if it meant his efforts were recognized even a little bit. it’s funny because he loves dancing and is damn good at it but the old management didn't want to classify him as a dancer so they wrote him for every position except for dancer.

KJ: tired #2. punishes himself for a childhood he had no control over; nothing was his fault but in some ways, it was. literally a wet cat caught in the rain. looks nice enough to help out but might bite and hiss if you try to give him an umbrella. is overly cautious when it comes to being shown kindness; please don’t mind the side eyes and the calculating glare, he’s trying to accept it as such i swear. has like. has 2-3 close friends outside of the group and really doesn’t plan on making more unless you’re really persistent. doesn’t look all too threatening but you better watch out if you get him mad; that’s a whole territory no one has seen before. venom in his words is his main weapon and he’s damn good with it too.

RYO: can do no wrong in everyone’s eyes. the nicest out of the entire group and also the most forgiving. the willing dog counterpart to oliver’s feral wolf like nature. people pleaser #2 and would show his belly without a second thought. stupidly trusting, but not naive. if that makes any sense. the second punisher. carries a guilt so deep, you’d have to remove his heart to get it out of his system. none of it was his fault; they told him otherwise.

SEVEN: angsty babygirl coded. a pack of fireworks if they were shaped into a human; he’s not dangerous compared to dynamite when he blows, but it stings nonetheless. at least he’s pretty though. will play nice until you decide to stop. but like, his definition of playing nice when it comes to people he’s wary of is batting them around with his claws slightly out. or ig in this case, spikes out bc um he’s so hedgehog coded to me. or orange cat. both work. he’s just prickly. the second best facade next to seojun; his is just a little bit more crackable if you know where to push.

#i. 　❝ ... now i'm free. ❞ 　﹕⠀ profile.#fictional idol community #fictional idol group #fictional idol oc #fake kpop boy group #fake kpop group #kpop oc #kpop addition #oc kpop group #idolverse #fake idol group

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 9 months

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Campfire

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Something unexpected happens at the party at Will's dad's lakehouse...

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff. More fluff. Then some more fluff. Shenanigans. No cats, a little kissing and another (un)surprising cockblock...

A/N: Alright, I promise I'm almost done tormenting everyone... Perhaps.

If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

@deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss @geralts-yenn @ylva-syverson

“Damn, this place is gorgeous!” you squeal as you get out of Mike’s car. A spontaneous sleepover at some guy’s dad’s lake house wasn’t on your to do list for the weekend, but by now you’re fairly convinced that Mike isn’t a serial killer – although, honestly, if he’d murdered his bitch of an ex, you might just have understood that.

The lake house is decent in size, but with nowhere near enough rooms to accommodate everyone, which means you and Mike will have to share a mattress in the living room, where several others will also be sleeping. It is – once again – not exactly how you saw your night going. Judging from the evil grin on Will’s and Evan’s faces, they’ve done this on purpose. And it’s not just their faces that give it away; they just outright admit to it! And then poke fun at Mike about it, too. Never at you, though, which makes it easier to find the whole thing kind of funny.

After dropping off your stuff, making your bed, and a bunch of introductions – names and faces you forget the second they are presented to you, that’s how nervous you are about meeting all these people – you all make your way outside, where Sy is busy getting things ready for the campfire. It’s the kind of job that suits a guy like him.

Mike, on the other hand, has already run off, goofing around with Will, making some of the girls squeal as he clumsily flops around in the water near them.

“Mike!” they yell simultaneously, “you’re getting us all wet!”

“Hey! That’s my line!” you say as you walk into the lake as well, reaching for Mike. He walks your way, slowly emerging form the water and… Fuck, this guy looks good wet, for some reason. You shriek when he wraps his arms around you, because, well… he’s wet, and you scream when he picks you up, and drags you along to deeper water. Mike is clearly unconcerned with how your hair looks, or whether you’re wearing makeup – you’re not, but still – and pulls you under within seconds, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air in his arms when you come back up.

“Mike! Why?” you huff, trying to catch your breath.

“I like making you wet.” Oh, of course he does! “This way or the other way.” There’s something sneakily suggestive about his smile, and he says it so softly that you’re sure his friends didn’t hear his words – which you’re infinitely thankful for. That said, they weren’t born yesterday and they’ve known Mike for a while, so chances are they don’t have to have heard to be able to guess what he said to make you react the way you do – sighing and pushing him under, that is.

The cool water of the lake is more than welcome after any and all time spent under the scorching rays of the sun, and you hold on to Mike, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You’re not a great swimmer, but you make a very good koala.

You ignore the laughter and cheering as you spend some – alright, a lot – of time making out in the water, with emphasis on ‘you ignore’, because Mike doesn’t ignore it at all, and even seems to put on a bit of a show for his friends,

“Don’t appreciate the showing off, babe,” you mumble when he finally lets you breathe for more than half a second. “What are you even doing?”

“Marking territory,” he grins. God, this deeply – deeply – unserious man is going to be the death of you! Why does this nutcase have to be so adorable? Oh, well, you’re the one dating him.

“Oh, was one of your friends planning on making a play for me?” you ask, shaking your head.

“I hope not, I’d have to fight them,” Mike answers, a little too serious for your liking.

“Well in that case I’d have found it very funny if that friend had been Sy,” you reply. After that little stunt in Mikey’s room, there’s absolutely no doubt in your mind that Sy could take Mike down in a heartbeat.

“Sy knows better than to move in on my girlfriend,” Mike throws back at you. Your heart skips a beat when you hear his last word, but you can’t help but play with him – maybe because you like teasing him, and maybe also a little because you’re not quite sure how much he means of what he just said.

“So I’m your girlfriend now?” you ask. Mike’s eyes light up with something that isn’t just enthusiasm. Sure, part of it is that goofy, almost childlike spark, that kid-in-candy-store glimmer of excitement that gives him his golden retriever energy, but there’s something hopeful and… scared, too.

“I mean… So… Eh… I… Yes? No? Like… Well…” The way he looks at you while he struggles to string two words together makes you laugh, which only makes him more nervous than he already was.

After a while, you have stopped laughing and Mike has stopped stammering. Then, he takes a deep breath. “I would really like to make things official,” he says decisively. “Will you please be my girlfriend?” Somehow, his words take you by surprise. Which is ridiculous, because you could have expected this, but of course you fucking didn’t, oblivious as you are.

As per your horrible luck, this is exactly the moment for some of Mike’s friends to call you back to shore, insisting that it’s marshmallow time – great idea, terrible timing – and soon you are swept up in various conversations, and Mike’s question is somehow long forgotten. It isn’t until you try to snuggle up to him by the fire and you notice some reluctance in him as he puts an arm around you that it comes up again.

“So, eh… The girlfriend thing is a ‘no’, then?” Mike swallows hard, while you just stare up at his face in complete disbelief.

“Oh my god, Mikey! I’m so sorry, I…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he sighs as he gets up. Without him supporting you, you fall over into the sand, which makes it even harder to scramble to your feet.

“Mike, wait!” You catch up with him and grab his arm. “What just happened? I was going to say I completely forgot about your question, which is really stupid because I really, really want to answer it…”

“Oh,” Mike says. The whole situation clearly makes him feel uneasy and he just stands there, with his silly smirk and a hand on the back of his neck and shirtless and…

You pull him in, press your lips to his neck and start to make your way up. “Yes to the girlfriend thing,” you moan against his skin, “can we get out of here for a minute?”

“Alright, Sweetcheeks,” he laughs, “It’s been a while but I’m still gonna need more than a minute.”

“Is that a promise?” you tease him as you push him towards the shed you’re standing near. How convenient.

The two of you stumble through the door and immediately into a pile of stuff. It’s pitch black in the shed, but it doesn’t matter; you’re far too occupied with other things to really even notice. Mikey’s hands are all over you, sliding the cups of your bikini top out of the way – who’d have thought a good old-fashioned triangle bikini would ever be good for something, huh? – and giving your boobs the attention he was giving them this afternoon, when he was so rudely interrupted.

You moan loudly when his tongue circles your nipples. Then when Mike gently sucks on one, you lose it completely, dragging him up again, crushing your mouth against his and worming your tongue into his mouth – yes, it’s about as sloppy and disgusting as it sounds, but who gives a fuck? At this point, you just want to get railed.

By Mike.

Right now.

Your hands wander his back, his sides, his chest, taking some time to appreciate his happy trail before moving further down.

“No,” Mike says sternly, taking your hands away from the waistband of his swim shorts and pulling them around his waist instead.

“No?” you repeat, confused at what the hell is happening. Why, exactly, does he not want to have sex with you all of a sudden?

“Look around you, babe,” he says. You can’t, it’s dark, but the point he’s trying to make is fairly obvious. “We’re in the storage shed of a lake house. My foot is caught in a volleyball net. With our luck, we’re gonna get caught, I don’t have protection, I… Nothing about this is right.” He holds your face in both hands and clumsily kisses the tip of your nose – after missing it the first two times.

Back at the campfire there’s drinks and music and marshmallows… You’re normally shy, especially when you don’t know by of the people you’re with, but Mike’s friends are easy to talk to, and you’re soon over your insecurities and dancing and laughing the night away with some of the girls.

The boys have gathered near where you eventually almost fall to the sand from exhaustion from all your dancing. You’re quiet during the discussion the girls have about some couple you don’t know and their barely interesting drama, and quickly get distracted by the conversation the boys are having a few feet away from you – you can just about overhear if you concentrate enough.

“Tell me you didn’t fuck her in the shed,” Evan says.

“Tell me you did,” Will laughs. Oh. So it’s that kind of conversation, then?

“Come on, he’s not that much of a… Y’know what, he might just be, I ain’t said nothin’,” Sy adds. This is not promising, at all. Do they realize you can hear them? Probably not, or they’d probably watch what they’re saying a little bit, right? Or are they just… not that smart? Not unbelievable, but still…

“Oof, eh…” Mike says. “I guess I deserve that. I’ve been that much of a dick more than once.” Why does that sound like a confession? “But not with her. I wanna do this right. She’s special.” Of all the things you had expected to hear out of Mike’s mouth…

“Oh, he’s got it bad, folks,” Sy says. “A toast! It’s finally happened: Mikey is in love!”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Mike replies.

#mike hellraiser #mike hellraiser fic #mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike #mike (hellraiser) x reader #hellraiser mike x reader #mikey x reader #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters

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gabessquishytum · 7 months

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The creativity machine has stalled for me, so I’m tossing some vague ideas your way, do with as you please, to see if that helps me spark something :P

The first is Hob being bent over a table and spit-roasted. I’m torn between Immortal Throuple or Hobrintheus, but either way Hob is stuffed full from both ends and all he can do is brace himself against the table and hold on.

Another involves horseback riding, probably medieval/fantasy au. For reasons Hob and Dream are riding the same horse, Dream sitting in front with his ass pressed against Hob’s cock, and it’s just so easy for Hob to pull Dream’s trousers down a little and push in, his hole still wet and loose from their fucking that morning. Hob now has a cockwarmer for the trip, though he will occasionally have the horse go into a trot, or take a hand off the reins to go up Dream’s shirt and play with his tits.

The last is catboy pets Dream and Corinthian, where Cori does that cat thing of pinning Dream down in order to aggressively groom him, mostly to be an asshole but also probably for sexy reasons.

I leave these in your and your followers’ capable hands, in the hopes that my writing brain will go brr again soon 🙃

-🪽anon

Oh my beloved wing anon, you have sent me so many wonderful asks I'm sure you're due for a rest!!! Please, sit back and enjoy. But come back to us and go brr soon, please 😉

We haven't discussed Hobrintheus spit roasting in far too long. Imagine Hob’s lovely slutty body in the middle - flushed and sweaty, the soft curls of his body hair shining, his limbs trembling. His lovers are undoubtedly rough with him. The Corinthian fucks his throat precisely and brutally, barely giving Hob the chance to breathe through his tears. Cori's hands are on him, partly holding him up, and he feels so small and helpless with the nightmare looming over him. Hob drags his teeth softly over the Corinthian's dick and he just knows from the softly hissing moans that he's being a very good boy. And with Dream's cock simultaneously pouding inside him and not even giving him a moment's rest, all he can really do is enjoy himself.

I also keep thinking about catboys Dream and Cori with Hob as their owner. Imagine the two pampered pets teaming up on him and subjecting him to intensive grooming rituals. He finds himself face down on the bed while Dream and Cori hiss at each other and fight over who gets to lick Hob’s tight (and somewhat hairy) arsehole. Those catboys are gonna take one look at Hob's lovely furred body and they're going to decide that it's their responsibility to clean him with their big rough tongues. They're such bad boys, but they're just so good too <3

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #hobrintheus #nsft #catboy

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stardustdiiving · 7 months

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Rant about Zhongvenxiao?

This may be less of a rant and more a tangent about my vision for them, but okay so. My opinion is Zhongli and Venti are simultaneously in a dating, divorced, and married all at the same time and appear to be competing for the title of Tyevat’s most insane old married couple. It is unclear whether this is intentional or not. They get remarried and divorced every 500 years because they both think it’s funny and love doing cheesy old domestic married couple things for fun whenever they visit each other.

and for millennia. Xiao has been forced to be subjected to the horrors of this. He cannot escape his knowledge of zhongven marriage. He is not only accidentally subjected to it by stumbling across them having a romantic dinner date in passing but also actively trapped and actively dragged into being part of this by both Zhongli and Venti. Because Zhongli and Venti both like Xiao and frequently end up at Wangshu Inn whenever Venti visits Liyue and whenever either of them see Xiao it’s like seeing this tormented stray cat who looks miserable and sopping wet in the rain so they are both trying very hard to encourage him to retire/enjoy himself

Unfortunately Xiao is trying very hard to be respectful and formal to both of them and this results in him being kind of stiff/awkward and Zhongli and Venti are unable to stop the urge to mess with him. Because it’s just endlessly funny to them if Xiao looks like he’s going to explode because they sat him down and kindly made him tea and invited him to rest with them for the night. This is less funny to Xiao. He is dying because he’s like. It’s Rex Lapis…my god who I respect very much and would die for (he does not want me to die for him for some reason) I can’t act like a person around Rex Lapis this is disrespectful and blasphemous. And then he looks at Venti and is like oh god…it’s Barbados. He won’t let me repay him for saving my life multiples centuries ago. Why doesn’t he let me do that. I think he is very nice and his music is very soothing to listen to which stresses me out beyond belief. What do they want from me. They never ask for me to be of use to them as a weapon or soldier. Am I not good enough. I am so imbued with endless guilt and self repulsion at the fact I feel tempted to relax with them

And then Zhongven are sitting across from him and are like hey xiao do you want to officiate our 5th divorce again for fun :) and Xiao gives them both this vaguely tormented expression

(ship ask prompt)

#zhongvenxiao #fern.txt #asks #ask game

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years

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💜 DAY 3 OF MONSTER WEEK — DRAGON TOMMY

[900+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: IN THE FREAKING TITLE. Tommy gets bullied, you help, forced bonding and also pure laziness, all under the cut *jazz hands*!

[Read the rest under the cut]

Things like dragons are widely considered myths, figments of our imagination with room for creative liberty when it comes to details. There are some people, though few and far between, who still believe in them, to an almost feverish degree.

You, like most, are not one of them. You've lived your entire life believing what's right in front of you, not feeling a need to search for some mystical deeper meaning. If it existed, you'd find proof eventually; if it didn't, you didn't care much to begin with.

It was a very flexible worldview. Maybe your open-mindedness for anything, this proof-begets-belief ideal, is why you've found yourself in this situation.

You were on your way to work, walking since you lived fairly close to your veterinary office when you came across of group of young school boys poking roughly at a tiny hissing animal. It looked sickly, bruises and leaves scattered over it and your heart instantly broke seeing its horrible state.

"Hey! Get away from that poor animal!" The second you started yelling, the kids scattered like the mice in the Ratatouille kitchen scene. You were going to chase after them, scold them maybe, when the animal's pitiful crying caught your attention. "Oh, you poor thing."

It cries out in pain when you try, as carefully as you could, to pick it up. You try to comfort it as much as you can, hurrying on your short walk to your office.

Now that you could see it better, it was less like a cat and more like an odd reptile. It felt around the same size as a young kitten but it was scaly, though from far away it seemed more like wet fur, with most of the scales being very, very loose as if someone had tried prying them all away from before it could properly molt.

You cooed at it, trying to one-handed open the doors to your clinic without disturbing the animal too much. "You're okay, bud. We're going to get you all fixed up." It mewled weakly, its tongue flicked at you slowly. "You are very brave right now. The bravest."

You kept very soft-spoken as you disinfected its numerous wounds. It was a very well-behaved animal as if it knew you were only trying to help it. You managed to even wipe most of the dirt off its very beautiful, very leathery texture, and vibrant yellow scaling.

It stretched itself out, curling into a very tightly-wound circle afterward. You took a few minutes to relax after that, knowing things would probably get far less exciting for the rest of the day.

{《☆》}

You were very wrong. The animal has left to leave your side even once, while simultaneously being very rude to all the other animals you've tried to take care of. You've had to close your clinic for the last two days because it almost attacked a very fearless chihuahua.

It wasn't horrible though. it was very cuddly, freely purring every time you pat its scaly back. In fact, it actively sought out contact, very pleased every time you played along.

Things had to change though. You needed to work and you knew you couldn't do that with a mysterious and aggressive animal draping itself over your shoulder at all times.

Surprisingly, you didn't have to be the one to change anything, change very rapidly found you.

{《☆》}

So, there was a strange man in your kitchen. You had woken up in the middle of the night to very loud banging and what sounded like a glass breaking. Looking around now, you could spot the broken handle of your favourite coffee mug.

"Y/N!," The blond intruder chirped happily. He dropped the corpse of your mug in the sink, "I have a human form finally! Look how tall I am!"

Finally breaking out of your shock, you started screaming. Very, very loudly.

Tommy, the blond intruder, managed to explain the entire story to you after surviving a very long 10-minute screaming session, a pair of policemen at your door asking far too many questions, and a mailman. According to him, he was a dragon who had been chased by poachers looking for his scales for some reason, when he had finally escaped the group of schoolboys had started poking at him and only made him weaker.

Apparently, he had siphoned off some of your energy every day, using your pets as a way to steal energy and in the process creating a bond between them that allowed him to take human form. You're still pretty iffy on the details and very much unsure how any of this works but after Tommy proves his story by shifting back into a dragon, you officially had to accept that you were bonded, whatever that meant, to a dragon.

Yay?

"So what now?" You asked because usually in stories, this would be where the call to action is. He would tell you about some evil organization or those dragon poachers would show up and you'd have to accept the mantle of being a hero. Except life isn't a story (wow, meta).

Tommy shrugs, "I'm not sure. I didn't really think I would make it this far into explaining."

"Can I just, go back to my job? Do I have to hide you until the bond goes away?" Tommy laughs at your questions. When you don't laugh with him, he gets far more awkward.

"About that," He rubs at his neck, "it's kinda permanent."

"…"

You lost another two mugs. Tommy has a far greater fear of you though, which helps keep him in check at the clinic.

{《☆》}

[I just wrote this all like 20 minutes ago, if this is bad then sucks to suck I refuse to rewrite this. (Ask again after I've had coffee)]

[Anyways, take care of yourself, drink water, touch some grass, love youuu!]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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