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dvrcos · 3 months

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more mic’d up andrew minyard when?? mic’d up AARON minyard when?? other mic’d up fox when??

Aaron Minyard Mic’d up

Hes reluctant to do it for a long fucking time

He thinks its kinda dumb

But he mostly doesn’t wanna get scolded for what his mic would pick up

Because my boy is a shit talker

He’s saying everything and anything he can to rile up the other team

He’s even trying to rile up the other foxes tbh

So when he finally agrees he makes coach promise he won’t get in trouble

He body slams the opposing striker (because if there’s one thing Aaron’s gonna do it’s put his all into a body check)

And the opposing striker is mad like visibly fuming

He’s all up in Aaron’s space, a moment away from starting a fight

And Aaron thinks it’s the funniest thing ever

He’s laughing his ass off while loudly crashing their raquets against each other

‘What you’re upset I hit you? I’m five foot nothing dude sounds like a you problem’

And he’s lucky the striker gets pulled away by his teammates cause he’s over 6 foot

And Aaron is all bark, no bite

*whispering into the mic as he walks away* ‘I’ll be honest guys, he would’ve kicked my ass but that was to good of an opportunity to pass up’

His best moments come from when he trips up a striker

*sends the striker sprawling onto their ass* ‘womp womp’

*body slams one into the wall* ‘maybe next time man’

*slams the ball out of their racquet* ‘that’s not yours cmon now’

He flirts with the opposing team but in German

Because he’s discovered that when they can’t understand what he’s saying it really gets to them

And he’ll slip in a word in English so they figure out he’s flirting

And they’re even more pissed and distracted that they mess up what would’ve been a solid play

‘What the fuck did you just say to me!?’

‘Hey, hey sorry just trying to have a nice conversation’ *winks and walks away to start up play again*

*Opposing striker, absolutely baffled and fuming*

His striker accidentally trips him up and gets past to Andrew

And Aaron doesn’t even have to look at Andrew to see the heavy bored expression he’s giving him

Aaron knows he’s probably plotting where to hide his body if he does it again

*Andrew, shaking his head in disappointment as he smacks the ball away*

*Aaron rolling onto his knees and pleading for mercy while laughing* ‘my bad, let’s just talk this out I promise it won’t happen again it was Nicky’s fault’

This happens a lot whenever they’re both on the court

Because making a joke out of Exy is one of the only ways they both actually enjoy it sometimes

And it’s something they can actually bond over

But oh god forbid if someone on the other team says something about Andrew

That’s when Aaron just looses it

Doesn’t matter if the player is ten times his size, he becomes all bite

‘Put your psycho pet brother on a leash already’

And Aaron’s helmets already off and he’s going for his gloves next

*Matt grabbing him and holding him back* ‘cmon Matt it’ll be good, he asked for it, it’ll be good’

‘No Aaron, no red cards’

‘But it’ll be fun’ *tries to throw his helmet at the other player*

He gets a yellow card for it but he proudly displays it by tucking it into the front of his jersey

‘I’m gonna frame this one coach’ he tells Wymack as he sits on the bench for his penalty

Kevin’s always the most annoyed by Aaron’s shit talking because it threatens the game and Aaron’s wellbeing

And he also gets the most riled up whenever Aaron’s turns it onto him

*Kevin storming over to Aaron after he almost gets ejected* ‘Stop saying shit that’ll get you kicked out of the game you idiot’

‘Oh cmon Day I know you like em a little feisty, I’m just trying to make you happy my Queen,’

And Kevin just smacks the top of his helmet and turns to walk away

‘I can get on my knees to apologize if you want, I know you like me on my knees’

And Kevin just has to tune him out cause Aaron won’t stop if he feeds into it

He gets really into the game sometimes though (because he’s competitive and he can’t help it)

Like he’s screaming and cheering so loud at certain points the mic is crackling

*Kevin and Neil scoring the goal that pulls them into the lead* ‘LETS FUCKING GO’

When he’s on the bench he’s the one banging on the plexi glass

He’s screaming at them to get their heads out of their asses or cheering them on even though they can’t hear him

And then he gets out of his competitive streak and he’s lowkey embarrassed

‘If that gets posted online I will never recover’ he mutters after he’s just jumped into Matt’s arms in celebration

When the foxes listen to his recording later they’re shocked by how creative Aaron gets with all of it

And they find it hilarious

And endearing

And they like that they’re getting to see a new part of Aaron as he gets more comfortable with the team

He is by far one of the most aggressive of the foxes when he’s on the court, both physically and verbally

And the fans absolutely eat it the fuck up

But Wymack doesn’t mic him up often because he is lowkey a liability because of what he says

#sorry I had to sneak some kevaaron in there #it’s my demons talking #Aaron Minyard shit talker extraordinaire #aaron minyard #live laugh aaron minyard #aftg #all for the game #kevin day #andrew minyard #kevaaron #mic’d up foxes

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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Flick Of A Paint Brush

Moon System

You being a artist while dating them

Steven Grant

He gets you specific things like bowls, mugs, plates, vases etc just so when he sees them or uses them he thinks of you, definitely not so if in the future they find it they'll know how much of a great artist you are.

When he finally gets the courage his asks you to teach him how to paint his curiosity sparked by watching you paint and how you get so involved with each swipe of the paint brush.

If you ask to paint him, he'll become a babblering mess, his breath catching in his throat while his cheeks turn dark red, if he agrees he'll be fidgeting with his hands the entire time.

His most prized possession from you was a vase you brought from Walmart it was plane white intill you had a free afternoon, you painted some of his favorite gods onto it even wrote a little message in hieroglyphics which he stares at everytime he misses you.

Marc Spector

He let's you doodle all over, when watching a movie he gives you his arm to doodle on when your bored, he stares at each thing you've drawn in the mirror when you have fallen asleep, he takes a photo of each one compiling a album of all of them.

He'd rather watch then join and if you 'convince' him he'll begrudgingly join in but he'll get distracted easily and just stare at you instead.

He'll be all bashful if you ask to paint him he'll joke about being naked while posing dramatically but he gets more intrigued and curious as he sees you go into great detail capturing his every detail.

His favorite was a little doodle you did while he was sleeping his naked chest was just a blank canvas waiting to be doodled on it was a little moon with a fox sitting on it with his tail hanging down you have to make him not tattoo it on so he was a photo printed out next to your guys bed.

Jake Lockley

He's more of a classical person and buys you different size canvas so he can hang them around the apartment to make it more homey and so the apartment will feel like you even if your not there but also staring at the paintings calms him down.

He's a brave man no one can deny that but never in a million years will he get enough courage to ask you if he could join he's to scared he'll ruin the paints or break the paint brushes.

He'll refuse at first but as he sees the more effort you put in into asking him he'll cave but you'll have to tell him to smile or remind him to stay still.

He loves the big canvas painting you did of your guys first date it was in a coffee shop by the ocean he finds just by looking at it he gets the fuzzy feeling again he felt on the date.

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edgeray · 26 days

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Vixen

(Arlecchino x Reader Blurb)

A/N: Last Arlecchino post before I go back to classes. 😿This is a hybrid au! blurb from my poll, and it's likely I won't make a oneshot out of this idea. It's still a really cute concept, so maybe I'll make another blurb of this concept or another hybrid au! idea. concept. Shoutout to @megistusdiary for this adorable idea of Artic Fox Arlecchino! (Love you CEO of Arlecchino!) For those of you guys that weren't entirely... pleased with my 'Arlecchino is not a person' blurb I offer this piece in favor of having my life spared. Future Edit: I call this a blurb, and then proceeds to write 1.4k last night from like 11pm-2am ._. I'll just dub this as a oneshot now. So literally disregard the second paragraph. Not my usual quality, but since it's long enough, it's a oneshot. Content Warning: Pretty OOC for Arlecchino, mentioned but not graphic injury, 2.2k words

Arlecchino is as beautiful as snow.

It's the first thing you've noticed when your eyes laid upon the hybrid Harbinger. Beneath the silky snow-white fur and graceful, cordial appearance, you recognize that a predator laid underneath her exterior; a feral fox ready to lash at anything that so much as touches what was deemed hers. You don't let her sleek, fluffy coat distract you from her red-crossed eyes or her black claws.

Still, it is futile to deny her beauty.

You recall your first meeting with her in Snezhnaya, trudging through its frosty forests in nearly knee-deep snow. You don't quite remember what your purpose for being there was, though you ventured out to the wilderness behind your home often with no real purpose. Snow crunching underneath your boots, you admire the pristine, white landscape that no other place in Teyvat could display.

Here, your sight is met with a frost-covered plane, a frozen river cutting between you and a forest, the silhouette of a grand mountain behind the conifers. The sun hangs low, just above the peaks of the mountain, painting the sky as a gradient of topaz oranges and honey yellows. The only noise that fills the air is the whispers of the occasional winter breeze, blowing through your hair and making you shiver. Captivated by this picturesque scene, you simply stand and observe what's around you, your stare unbreaking.

That is until your ears pick up on a noise, a soft whine in the distance. You can tell it's not human-like, more like a cry that a puppy would make, but nonetheless, you're curious. There's another similar sound, this one more faint, but you let your ears guide you to the source of the noise until you near the edge of another wooded area of the wilderness.

What your eyes set on shocks you. A relatively large white blob sits amongst red patches of snow around. Is that blood? Approaching closer, you realize it's a rather large animal with white fur, and you assume that it's a Snezhnayan Snow Wolf from its size, though it's hard to tell with its back turned away. It's struggling to stand up fully; one of its hind legs appears to be injured given how it's not putting as much weight on it when it limps through the snow. You watch it struggle a little, wary of approaching a wild animal especially one of that size before you witness it collapse. Not intent on just observing the poor creature, you walks towards it, making your presence known so as to not startle it abruptly.

It whips its head and locks eyes with you. It is then, you chillingly discern, that this is no ordinary Teyvat creature. It's bigger than what wolves can grow up to, and its ears and tails don't match that of a wolf. Its ears are shorter in height and more triangular and its tail is much thicker than the average wolf's. Notably, on its legs, the fur darkens from white to pitch black, the color encompassing its feet entirely. This is something unseen in any snow creature you've come across. But most striking of all is its gaze. Red pupils with ebony eyes matching its feet, it watches you calculatingly.

You expect it to growl or snarl or make any sort of noise a wild, cornered creature would, but you get nothing besides continued staring. It's unsettling, but it should be a good thing that it hasn't perceived you as a threat yet, right. Regardless though, you still try to verbally communicate with it.

"Hey, I'm just here to help okay? I won't hurt you. If I do, you can, I don't know, bite my face off or something?" You awkwardly reassure it as you kneel beside the animal. It simply tilts its head to lock eye contact, and you half-expect it to bite you without warning.

Although it feels pointless to talk to a wild animal, you ask, "Can I touch you?" Expectedly, there's no response, but you take it as permission. You place a tentative hand over its fur, brushing your hand through its fur. It's incredibly soft, almost like how you'd imagine what touching a cloud feels like. It's a light and immaculate coat. But you didn't come here just to pet it.

"You have a really pretty coat," you compliment the fox(? Let's stick with that for now), before your fingers trail down to where the blood originated. It's a clean, deep laceration across the length of its back leg. What could have injured it like this? There's no other marks on the leg, so it can't be a claw from another animal. This was a precise cut, something that only a human can do.

"Did someone do this to you?" You wonder out loud in a sorrowful tone. What kind of human could harm such a beautiful creature? Unbeknownst to you, its ears twitched in response.

You get to work treating the wound with the emergency equipment you always carried when you ventured. There's no resistance or protest from canine, and you question if this is really an animal you're treating. How it hadn't budged one bit as you cleaned its wound, you're not sure, but you're just glad it hasn't shown one sign of aggression towards you. If you clean it and allow the skin to heal, the cut will likely heal independently. Once you've wrapped the final bandage around its leg, you glance at the fox's eyes again.

Not even once did it stop watching you.

You try to comfort yourself from the disturbing fact by observing how cute it is and imagining what it would be like to snuggle with it. It's when you notice the sun was setting, and dusk is approaching quickly. This typically wouldn't be a problem, but as you increasingly grew worried, a distinct problem struck out. You're lost.

"Well, shit."

Guess you have to set up camp. You hate the thought of having to spend the night out here, but you have no choice. You won't be able to make out anything soon from how dark this place gets. It's not your first time doing so, but you hate it still. With the remaining minutes of sun you have left, you gather as many sticks and branches as possible before you light them with a match, creating a campfire. You lay a little close to the fox, which seems to have also decided to make the campfire its resting place for now.

You cocoon yourself with a thick blanket.

"You'll keep me safe, right...?" You ask of the fox. No response. How very assuring.

Despite the bundles of fabric purposed for helping with extreme temperatures, you find yourself still shivering. You're cold, not to the point of frostbite, but your form can't stop trembling, your teeth chattering.

"It's too fucking cold for this shit," you groan, hugging yourself for extra warmth and curling into a fetal position. As you curse yourself for getting lost, you hear a shuffle, and the crunch of snow. Before you can even search for the origins of the sound, you feel a warm, large weight against your back--it's something soft. You look over your shoulder to see white fur and then look back to where the fox was originally: it's no longer there. Instead, it's pressed against you, sharing its body warmth with you.

"Mmm... good kit," you tiredly drawl as you absorb its heat greedily, enjoying the texture of its coat. It makes falling asleep easy.

Before you drift to sleep, you swore you heard a human, feminine voice purr from behind you.

"Annoying little vixen."

When you wake up, you expect to be met with white--white snow and fur. You are only met with one of those. Your eyes adjust to the pricking sunlight that stab into your vision. Surprisingly, you're warm even with the chill that you feel cascade against your cheeks. Memories of the night prior start piecing together. You still feel the fox's presence, though, strangely, the weight behind you doesn't seem nearly as soft or large as you remember. And something is draped around your midsection. You look down, expecting to a fur-covered limb.

Instead, it's a human arm that is wraps around your form, holding flushed against a person and your heart skids to a stop. The forearm is black with gold and ebony markings on its surface, but the dark color fades into pale skin. Is this person even human? A humanoid? A hybrid? With your rising panic, you become increasingly more aware of the presence that has you encaged in their embrace. You can't turn to look who is behind you in fear of waking them up--you don't know what they'll do to you once they're awake.

The soft snoring behind your ear and the warm breath brushing against your nape makes you shiver. However, what you do notice is how warm their body is; they exude a body heat that's abnormal. Do they produce their own heat from within? You know of very little creatures that can do that, let alone humans. Maybe an external source? Like a vision?

Then a sudden thought comes to you. Has this person been... sleeping with you to keep you warm? Is this person somehow the fox you helped? Deciding to risk it, you twist your head to look over your shoulder.

Red-crossed pupils glare back at you and your entire form freezes. Faced with perhaps the most gorgeous woman ever, a pale, unblemished face framed by ivory hair and some ebony strands appear before you.

"You're awake," her gruff voice comes out and the tips of your ears burn from being caught awake.

"Y-yes," you stammer out, still trying to recover from the shock. "Thank you for keeping me warm."

She hums in response before unfurling her arm from your body and standing up. Immediately, your body misses her warmth and you shudder, wrapping the blanket around you tighter. You sit up with her and it's then that you realize that she is indeed a hybrid. The same ears from the fox last night matches those on her head, and there's a tail that swishes lightly from behind her.

You take the time to admire her clothes, the question of where she got them slipping from your mind. She dons a marble white and slate gray jacket over a corset-type shirt with black and a matching gray and wears black pants. Her outfit reminds you of similar attire to Snezynayan nobles. What is someone of her status out here? Something about her seems vaguely familiar, though you don't quite know why.

"You're the... fox from last night," you dumbly state.

"Correct."

"But you're a human now."

"Astute observation," she huffed with a bit of mockery in her voice and you chuck snow in her direction.

"I've never seen a hybrid before, cut me some slack!" You snap back in faux anger. You let out a sigh, before you flick your attention to her leg. You can't see the wound because of her leggings, but you presume that it's still there.

"Who hurt you before?" You rasp out, corner eminent in your words and expression.

"That's not of your concern," she answers in a curt manner, making you wince.

You bite your bottom lip, a bit frustrated from the quick shut refusal, but you know she shouldn't pry. For as beautiful as she is, both in her human and fox form, you know just from the unsettling... sensation she emitted that she was dangerous, not to be disturbed or poked to much. You figure you should probing her on what led to this situation.

"Can I know who you are?" You question instead.

The fox hybrid steeps in silence for a few moments. Her facial muscles softening just the bit, the red flare in her eyes glowing. Then, a crack in her hardened expression, a small smile graces her lips.

"Arlecchino."

Bonus (Content Warning: VERY Suggestive. Like the closest thing to a smut I'll get.)

"Arlecchino."

"Mmh?"

"I need to get up."

"Just a little longer, kit."

"Arle, I love you, but I will kick you."

"With what functioning legs?"

"Is this why you wanted to dick me down? So you can harass me with no consequences?"

"Exactly."

You grit your teeth, trying to peel her arms off of your bare form, but the fox hybrid persists, keeping you glued to her as she nibbles gently on the skin of your nape. To emphasize her hold, her tail curls around one of your legs, its grasp tight and ensuring you can't go anywhere.

"Annoying little vixen," you groan, pulling the covers off of the two of you.

Arlecchino purrs into your shoulder, and her hands trail from your midsection down to your hips. Her tail caresses your inner thigh and you shudder.

"Again?" You gasp in dulled surprise as you feel her rise and she flips your body over to be beneath her. One blackened claw hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers with hers and pressing your hand into the mattress behind you. The other hooks underneath one of your legs, raising the leg over her shoulder.

"Of course. After all, I need to ensure you take my kits."

#arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fic #arlecchino smut #genshin arlecchino #arlecchino #edgeray.writes #edgeray.blog

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dangerphd · 2 months

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I have been on a bit of a kick for the last few months, setting a budget and then buying everything that caught my eye in the timeline until I hit the total every month. The goods I have received in return are blowing my mind, you guys!

The timeline is so creative and talented and amazing, I am in awe of all y'all's handskills. This post is an ENDORSEMENT of these artists, for real.

if no pics, it means I haven't quite received the order yet (but I am super looking forward to it), or I am still waiting on a frame.

in no order:

from @lunarlightforge, a great knife in a sheath whose theme goes with the Smol Gods. Due to the smallish handle size on this one, it has become MY daily carry, rather than the birthday gift I had in mind when shopping 😂

from @hyydraworks, an adorable trio of the tiniest cows for the Smol Gods to steward. they are so very tiny and so very detailed 🐮❤️

from @yuumei-art , a super deal on a quintuple of gorgeous prints, a couple to keep and a couple intended as gifts

from @claypigeonpottery , a fabulously glazed plate and superchill capybara little dude

from @teaweltzer, a fantastically stitched pair of four-sided pyramid bags in super cute patterns and a couple of myco stickers

from ruralpearl, #Angie Pickman, a super-sentimental-to-me fox print I just love

from @fruitblush , a brightly colored reminder that Palestine persists

from StellaNCWorks, a pair of nature-inspired small dishes for various desktop goods

from @creations-by-chaosfay , a super bright set of miniature quilts (coasters)

from @littlebirdinagarden , the warmest soothingest saturated hand-dyed colorway to ever match its name, Moth Orchid

from @robinsceramics, a couple of little guys to add to what I guess is gonna be an ongoing pottery collection? I love them so much already; chinchilla is so fren shaped!

#small business #retail therapy means supporting small business and handmade stuff #hand crafted #art #I don't make a ton of money but I like to spread it around!

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nastymensimp · 11 months

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FNAF headcannons

*ascends from the gave with a platter* for my beloveds. If people enjoy this I may make a part 2. Most of these are romantic but I guess they can also be seen as platonic, at least some

OG Foxy

Possibly one of the most touch starved animatronics. All that time alone in Pirates Cove made him very lonely

Depending on what shift you work depends on how on you he will be. Night shift? You better believe he is sitting on the floor with you in his lap, doesn't matter if you actually have tasks to do one of the dayshift people can do it

But if you are on day then its a bit of a problem. With the Cove being closed Foxy can't leave his area meaning physical affection is out of the question when you aren't on break and it destroys the poor pirates heart

Any merch that comes through the door with his face you bet you get first access to. New shirt? he got it in a size bigger then you like so it wont shrink to small. An action figure? well lucky you it gets his signature as well ( though he does kind of have messy writing its still a nice gesture)

Stop by the Cove every once in a while during your shift to sneak him a kiss please

Foxy deserved a tail 100% and at the slightest mention of you its going a mile a minute, the rest of the band likes to tease the poor fox

OG Chica

THE best at hugs. Her bigger body plus soft feathers? it heaven

You guys share custody of her cupcake. If she's doing a task that requires both hands then the confection child stays by your side. It also gives her peace of mind that the two main things she cares about are keeping each other company

Calls you her little chickpea

cooking is one of her main love language, she will spend days if need be perfecting a recipe that you like

Chica's a big girl and sometimes she gets self conscious so please give her some reassurance when she feels down she will make it up to you ten fold

In a small area in the corner of the stage she has pictures of the two of you taped where only she can see them, she says you are her good luck charm

Toy Freddy

Another one on the good hug list

Yk how people will put pictures of their S/O in their hats? That's him 100%

Sit on his lap as he plays video games, its not a ploy to make you beat levels he can't how dare you assume that. Can't he just spend time with you? But there is one level in Mario he has been struggling with and if you are offering-

Likes to sing to you when he has the chance

I like to think that all the toys are big gossipers, so when he hears something about one of the parents you are the first to know

With his ego he def bought you an official Freddy Fazbear set of ears that he expects you to wear 24/7

#x reader #reader insert #fnaf x reader #foxy x reader #chica x reader #toy freddy x reader #fnaf reader #foxy the pirate #chica the chicken

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precious-little-scoundrel · 1 month

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do have any rosie headcanons? especially erm, ahem, *spicy* ones? (asking for a friend, plz/thanks)

Oh Nonnie, don’t I just! come on into the pillow fort, (don’t forget to bring your friend) and be careful not to crush Meatball’s paws.

Massive amounts of gratitude to my darling friends who contributed so very much found herein, some aspects word for word, and who are always there in my hour of need: @suraemoon @faegoddessog

Well hello hello. Is this a requested description or a love letter? Legit don’t know but here goes…

Cock-versations || Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal edition 🥇

nsfw (AF!!) below the cut

General Remarks: let’s just start this off with some entirely accurate blanket statement like- “this is the prettiest cock in the 100th.” Yeah we could get in the weeds and start measuring everyone up to see if The Nazi Prosecutor and Legendary Pilot of 52 missions and the 100th’s beloved Step Dad(dy) Who Stepped tf Up is indeed the biggest, but like, why? Because what we know without that experiment (although Lordy, what an experiment that would be??) is that this man knows how to use what he’s got. And what he’s got is substantial. Must I go on to euphemize the whole “piloting a school bus like a fighter jet?”

Sordid Details: Rosie stands for something else besides shortening that name, ok? This color is like…like Monet specifically invented it for the perfect shade to paint his waterlily and for the gorgeous and graduated pink hues of Major Rosenthal’s cock leading to the impossibly wide mushroom head that’s situated on a very plush pink base that’s almost as wide as it is long and so is in danger of appearing mildly shorter at times? but that’s mostly an optical illusion due to the girth. Yes we said Gale is packing the perfect dildo cock but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so at a certain point one must ask: for some of us, doesn’t a little individuality almost add to the beauty than subtract? Such is the case with the Rosie Cock, it’s just special enough you could pick it outta a lineup but it also doesn’t look so unforgettable as to be mistaken for an elephant trunk or a betting pencil.

For your endearing consideration: beyond being the prettiest color and the most deliciously sized appendage, this man also takes care in his appearance, those short and curlies are kept nice and trimmed for your ultimate sucking pleasure and the pubes are a little surprise in themselves as, rather like his mustache, they have dark roots but there’s a definite glint of ginger to them when you get them out into the bright sunlight or when the sun is really pouring into the window. So, your assignment is to 1. outdoor sex, romantic picnic or lounge chair by the pool it don’t matter just no fox hunting. 2. Let this man throw the covers off after a night of passion and then you yourself wake up early enough to survey the landscape of him, as it were, i swear the prettiness will take your breath away

A Note on the Wielder of the Weapon: back to the whole piloting a school bus like a fighter jet… He’s packing but he’s not a pummeling packing sorta guy like dear Egan who will bully his receivers into orgasms, or Cleven who will soberly and expertly dish them out like they are communion wafers to be reverently accepted. Rosie, no, see, he’s both generous and also -fun. He’s a dork, he laughs when he shouldn’t and trains in his underwear -but one of those times to laugh is sex!! a little levity never hurt sexy times and some of the most truly romantic sex is fond and giggly while also full of expertise, passion and hours and hours of this man wooing the fuck outta you like you’re not already signed sealed and delivered as his. This is the sorta man to be able to line up y’all’s eyes, noses and lips all while undulating like a damn dolphin at the hips.

Finesse, my friends, finesse.

Twinkle Toes aspect: such a fucking tease and a dork at times, as we’ve mentioned. Also between his crazy eyes and his lawyerly self assurance, this man has terrifying capabilities to turn his virtues into villainous weapons. See: gaslighting. He can make you feel nuts for thinking he’s teasing the fuck outta you when he’s just been sitting here with colleagues. (Honestly? This could get intense but that’s for a darker fic at another time.) But to keep it chill and more in character, let us just say you’ve gotta be ready to be wooed for hours on end, and that’s not for the faint of heart. Neither is being discreetly fingered in front of his prestigious associates at dinner or in the elevator. Because he does that, so subtle and yet so intense. He’s 100% a “feral for no panties under that skirt” kinda guy, all the house chores he so sexily helps out with also means he can hide your underwear like a pro just in time for an outing.

In short: he’s all about sex all the time, but not in the rabbit-like aspect of some of his fellows, doing dishes is a natural form of foreplay for this man, he understands the inner workings of arousal, it’s on his mind all the time but it doesn’t mean he’s doing it all the time, and in fact, this is one of the few men who could put it in you for a few strokes, bent over the hood of his Chrysler after dancing and drinks, only as a means to tease you and then put himself back in his trousers and drive home while you get so desperate you actually start calling him Daddy. -not in the modern weird way (no shade but it stands) but in that 40’s sorta way, (which has layers of its own).

If ya know, then ya know.

One more addendum: once he’s inside you, this man’s face displays every wondrous, anticipatory, contemplative and blissful emotion that is part of the orgasmic journey, he also cums an extraordinary amount, you’ll think he’s done at last and NOPE, here comes another rope of the thick stuff. Which means that after the frantic over-the-edge-first-wave-of-cumming bit, he’ll open his eyes again and smile down at you as he works the rest out in a more measured but very lethal way, if you’ve not cum yet or are about to again, this is when he gets you and it’s made so much worse/better because of all the hot and slick stuff he just deposited 🥰 also…humming

#masters of the air #rosie rosenthal #mota #mota asks #cock-versations #naughty sleepover #nate mann

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onekindredspirit · 5 months

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This photo is the last remaining evidence that I once stood before the mystic portal of the O.K. Corral. Everything else except memory has been taken with time, and so I deposit this remnant here in salt and light and code. The O.K. Corral was a crumbling, condemned 5 bedroom Victorian villa that featured in my life when I was young. I rented it with a friend for, initially, $40 per week. That price was later negotiated down to 'rent free'. Mr. Fox, our landlord, was seen only once more, and on that occasion he tried to sell the place to us for $10,000. The current market value is around $1.5 million ... but money isn't everything. The O.K. Corral was a 'Dude Ranch' and the definition of that is "... an all-inclusive immersive vacation that includes lodgings, meals, horseback riding, fishing and hiking and more." Okay, there was no horseback riding, fishing or hiking but there were other things going on ... and more. Interestingly, the word 'dude' has changed meaning over the last 140 years. Today 'dude' means something like 'bro' but back in the 1880's, when 'Dude Ranches' first began, it was slang for an urbanite. As I write, things continue to fall into place.

I had known my friend since I was 6 years old. I don't think I liked him much back then. He was an extrovert and pushy when getting the painting resources at school. I didn't sit with him anyway because I was a 'foreigner' and I had to sit next to the only other foreigner in the class, Elizabeth Federinko, a Ukrainian girl who couldn't speak English and drew horses all day. I think it was the horse drawing that eventually drove me crazy or maybe it was something else ... possibly bad blood. Anyway, I'll call my friend 'Bukowski'. By the time we were 20 years old I quite liked the guy. Sure there were other arenas of male competition but I found myself better equipped to deal with those. The cool thing about pushy people is that they make thing happen and 'Bukowski' was no exception. For example, he could cook. We had a litany of weirdos and 'freaks' pass through the O.K. Corral. A note to the sensitive - to be called a freak back then was the highest form of compliment in our subculture. It was all a little crazy and you would be disappointed in me if I told you about life at the O.K. Corral, so I won't. Let's talk about something else. One day 'Bukowski' decided to move to another region of New Zealand, some place warmer that would better suit a boho gentleman with alcohol thinned blood. I have rarely lived alone but for a week I did until one morning I was woken at 1am by someone sitting on the end of my bed and talking to me. I wasn't clear as to what she was saying but I wasn't at all concerned as this was probably 'normal' when you don't lock your doors. Realising I was now awake she turned on the light.

I didn't know her but I knew who she was. I'd seen her riding around the city on a Norton Commando motorcycle which had impressed me because of her small size and once she had smiled at me as we passed each other on a city street. I remember that smile, it was powerful enough to stop and turn me around. It was a beautiful smile. The following morning she returned with her possessions and we shared my bed. I feel I had been looking for this person most of my life but when you dream someone into your life there's a danger that the results may be "... reductive and diminutive and I think basically misogynistic ..." as the writer Zoe Kazan once said in an interview when discussing the 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl' trope. Clementine, in the movie 'The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' warns Joel - "Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours". One thing though, I was never quite sure if she was my projection or if I was, in fact, the projection of her own desires. But I'm comfortable with that. We lived together. She taught me a lot. I gave her love in return. 'Clementine' eventually moved to Australia, a place better suited to her large personality. Years later I was sitting having an espresso at Fidel's Cafe on Cuba Street when 'Clementine' walked past the large plate-glass window. I had only a glimpse of her face but from that brief moment I sensed that she was not happy and that her health was not good. I didn't get up and rush out to catch up with her. I didn't run after her seeking some meaningful reunion. I let her go and watched as she disappeared into the crowd. Sometime in the not too distant past I had discovered that the person I had been looking for all through my youth and into later life was myself. I let 'Clementine' go. But the night I wrote this I dreamed of 'Clementine' and it was a beautiful dream.

- One Kindred Spirit

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ssailormoonn · 2 months

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NSFW Alphabet | Naruto Uzumaki

MASTERLIST ┊BORUTO/NARUTO MASTERLIST

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A = Aftercare

Naruto would want you to feel as good as possible after sex. He would be pulling your body close to his, placing soft and delicate kisses over your neck and face. If you still had the energy to stay awake, he'd hold your bridal style and take you into the bathroom asking you if you want to take a shower or a bath (bsfr you'd have to pick bath bc ur legs are wobbly from Naruto pounding you🫶) Naruto would put scented oils and salts into that bath because he knows that's what you like even though he doesn't know the purpose of them. If his love is too tired to move anywhere, he'll dampen a washcloth with warm water and soothe your entire body with it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ B = Body Part (Himself and You)

(Himself) I'm like 100% sure that Naruto loves his abs and his body size, the way his body towers over yours is just something that gets that man going fr. Absolutely goes feral when you drag your nails/ fingers down his chest when making out or when you're riding him. Naruto loves the way chills go down his spine every time you do that.

(His favourite about you) He loves all of you but if he had to pick one (or two...) it def has to be your thighs and your lovely titties. Naruto just loves it when he eats you out and your thighs close tightly around his head, only for him to push your quivering legs out. He absolutely loves ur boobs. Aftercare? nuzzling his head in between your titties. During sex? sucking on your titties. Any time of the day? touching ur titties.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ C = Cum (Anything to do with it)

I headcanon that Naruto would be too scared to cum inside you when you two ditch the condom, cumming on your boobs or thighs (bc that's his favourite spot ofc) But guys here me out, he's got a whole fox in him, doesn't he? Sometimes Naruto can't help but cum inside your gushing cunt, Naruto would be a whole whimpering and moaning mess just begging you to let him cum inside you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ D = Dirty Secret

Simple, cockwarming him as he does his duties as Hokage. Nothing more, nothing less. And Oh my Goodness he would tease you and edge you on. Telling you, "I'll let you come after I finish this email." But he never lets you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ E = Experience

If both of you were inexperienced virgins, Naruto would somehow be less experienced than you. It would all start off with makeout sessions, whether it be on the couch in bed or wherever the hell it may be. It would then lead to both Naruto and your hands touching each other, slowly having your hands exploring each other as breathy moans escape both of your two's mouth

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ F = Favourite position

I have three positions that I personally think Naruto would be doing. Straight away, 18-year-old Naruto would finally be of age and be such a big golden retriever during sex, He'd want to hold you close and see your pretty face under him in Missionary. Naruto would be pounding you, your gummy walls clenching around him while he stims your soaked pussy, having your nails dig into his back.

Now, The Last Naruto or Naruto in his early 20s would love Doggy, idk why but I just feel like he'd need that authority to rearrange your guts from behind. Seeing your face buried in the pillow letting out moans and your dainty hands scrambling at the sheets, trying to get away. Naruto loves to grab your waist and hips in this position, seeing the difference in size just gets him going, seeing his pretty little darling so small compared to his buff and tall physic just makes him rutt his hips into you faster. OMG don't get me started on when he leans forward, his tone chest pressing against the small of your back 😵‍💫

My personal favourite is Hokage Naruto, late 20s or early 30s. Hear me out, Prone Bone guys. He'd have you laying on your stomach with a small pillow under your lower abdomen, just so Naruto can pound you at the right angle. His knees would be pushing your legs apart as they tremble at each thrust he makes. Placing hot, wet kisses on the back of your neck and the side of your face, his hands holding yours above your head, leaving you helpless as he pounds into you. Naruto loves feeling you tremble underneath him, each shudders getting direct contact with his chest. Being goofy in this moment goes out the window, he's whispering praises in your ear, telling you to take each and all of his loads into your tight walls.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ G = Goofy

I'm gonna say he'd make a joke here and there to make the tension less tension, ykwim, but oh lord, there are sometimes when all this man wants to do is pound your insides and that's all he needs to do. If you guys are having more of a slow and sensual moment he'd say a couple of things to make you let out a soft laugh and blow raspberries agasint your skin.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ H = Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes)

He is pretty well groomed and only grooms it if you want him to do so, his hair is slightly darker than his natural blonde hair and has a little bit of a trail leading down. Naruto hates to admit it, but he loves when your hands are pressed firmly down against his skin and then you drag your hands down over the trail 🫣

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I = Intimacy

This man is so intimate, that Naruto would be having his way with you but still making sure that his pretty lady is still having the time of her life. He makes sure to do everything right in that moment, doing everything he knows that you like, praise and everything.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ J = Jack off

Def jacks off to you. Gets off on the thought of you fingering urself moaning abt how much you need him when he isn't be able to see you at that time.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ K = Kink

Okay, guys like I mentioned before 🫣 Praise and breeding. I know that Naruto has a whole fox inside him so that must influence some things about his behaviour, right? Getting possessive urges over his lady, wanting to fill you up and see your stomach swell with his children, just gets him going. The poor man can't help it when you're clenching his shaft so tight, your technically just asking to be filled. Naruto would plug it up with his fingers and just keep his dick nuzzled up into your pussy so none of it leaks out 🫶

And praise, both praise for him and you, girl. Imagine this golden retriever eating you out or thrusting into you so lovingly, how could you not praise this man? "Doin' so well f'me," and "Making me feel so good,", "So pretty," You tell him this and Naruto just looses it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ L = Location

Is more into secluded spaces and indoor spaces, he loves taking you to bed because he knows how much room you two have to have fun in. Wouldn't say no to doing it on the couch or the kitchen or table counter. Wants to fuck you love this desk in the Hokages office, cfi 🤷‍♀️

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ M = Motivation

Literally anything 😭 You could be cooking and he'd wanna fuck you over the counter. Naruto's Libdo is so high, well he does have a fox in him- a whole animal spirit- they get into ruts don't they? Imaging Kurama's rut influencing Naruto's actions towards you 😵‍💫 gonna fill you up with come for days

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ N = NO

NC and degrading. I don't think my pretty boy would want to be degraded ever, considering his childhood when everyone was putting him down. Naruto would probably get flashbacks, the poor baby. Especially getting degraded during sex? BIG NO. Sex is supposed to make someone feel good and he always focuses on your pleasure, so if degrading words came out of your mouth.. lets just say Naruto would be pouting about it.

Non-consensual would be a no for him unless it was previously established, like somnophilia, but I doubt that Naruto would do that anyway. He loves it when you are awake to he can hear all the pretty noises leaving your mouth clearly and feel your hands helplessly grip at his back and arms, and the eye contact makes him go feral. So, in conclusion, he prefers consensual sex so its more of a romantic and better experience for both of you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ O = Oral

I'm pretty sure he doesn't mind, he loves getting his head squished between a pair of soft and plushy thighs but I'm sure that Naruto would be leaning to more of the receiver side. Naruto loves to see your mouth and plump lips struggle to take his whole length into his mouth, he just loves the sensation he gets from the acts you give him. Naruto lets out deep groans while his fingers intertwine into your hair, encouraging you to continue.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ P = Pace

He'd be into more slow and romantic sex but there are times when he just wants to fully pound and rearrange your insides, wants to feel those sticky walls clamp down on him as his thrusts get deeper inside of you. As Naruto got older I think he'd prefer slightly rougher sex because of the stress but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy going all slow for his lady.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Q = Quickie

He doesn't particularly go for a quickie but with his Hokage duties he kinda has to, you know. He much prefers taking his time with you, making you feel good, and making sure you are all filled with him over many rounds of sensual fucking, making sure he is able to leave his mark.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ R = Risk

In the Hokages office is probably the biggest risk he is going to take when having sex with you, adrenaline just runs through his body at the thought of getting caught by someone but he knows that will never happen.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ S = Staminay

Naruto has a lot of stamina, a lot of it. The amount of Chakra he possesses could make him last for days but he knows that his pretty darling needs breaks and rests during sex. Naruto would slowly eat you out whenever you needed a break or slowly fingering your clamping walls if you needed a breather.

The average time frame he'd usually go for is probably 30 minutes or shorter depending on how tired his pretty gf is.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ T = Toys

He isn't again them because he would rather you get pleasure from his dick so that you'd have no choice but to be all needy for him when he's away on missions or not being able to come home in time for doing Hokage duties. If you two do have toys, he'd keep them away from you while he's away so you can get all clingy when he gets back

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ U = Unfair

He isn't too unfair but he just loves to tease you when you're writhing in pleasure underneath him. Naruto teasing you if what he's doing to your body is too much or if you can't take it is something he loves to do because when you don't give a verbal answer he stops his movement and waits until you regain your composure once again. But other than that he is pretty much a service dom.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ V = Volume

At the start of the relationship, he was quick loud, he leat out whimpers and moans at any advance you' 'd take to his body but as you two grew older his whimpers and moans turned more into groans of pleasure. His voice deepened as he got older hence the groans but there are still times when you're making him feel so good he can not keep down the pleasure your creating for him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ W = Wild or tame

Really depends on his mood, to be honest. If he is in a bad mood or not but I'd say he is usually tame to a certain extent, he doesn't like to see his darling in to much pain from fucking. Naruto knows how much you handle so hw won't ever pass those limits unless you verbally tell him that before you start to have sex (he knows how lost you can get within the moment)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ X = X-ray

Looking at that X-ray he definitely sits above average on length, so above 6 inches, keep in mind that Naruto is quite tall, six foot, right? and he is quite a buff man as well so he definitely isn't lacking in girth either, the right length to pleasure anyone and because he is so big, it just makes everything so tight for him, Naruto can't handle it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Y = Yearning

Would want to have you all the time, he is like a 'recovering' addict, even after he he restrains himself from having sex with you all the time. He just loves filling you with his cum because he just loves watching it seep out of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Z = ZzzzZzz

Naruto either has no energy or has so much energy he could do a whole marathon, with no in-between. He would either fall on top of you after sex in exhaustion or he would pick you up and help you get cleaned up. I feel that Naruto just loves your titties too much to actually leave them yk. Loves snuggling close to you as he falls asleep, he wants to make sure you know that you're loved either way

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MASTERLIST

BORUTO/NARUTO MASTERLIST

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forbidden-sunlight · 9 months

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yandere!kusuriuri with chise!reader headcanons

Warnings: obsessive behavior, violence, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

Hey guys, welcome to the second part in this mini-series, featuring the beloved Medicine Seller of the classic anime horror series, Mononoke, and the character!reader who is Chise Hatori from the fantastic world of The Ancient Magus Bride.

I know it took a little longer to upload it and I do apologize for the wait! You may or many have not heard on my other blog, @an-idyllic-novelist, but I am trying a new writing method: writing the entire draft by hand, before proofreading and editing. I know the process does take a bit longer than just typing it straight away on my laptop, but so far it’s working for me and ensures that my mental health doesn’t take a big hit from doing all nighters 😅

Special shout-out to @enryegotrip and @deathmetalunicorn1 for reading the draft and helping me figure out some scenes that just weren’t working :) with that being said, sit back, relax, and let’s get started!

PART ONE

PART THREE

PART TWO: A FOX’S OBSERVATION

Kusuriuri woke up the following morning in his human form, much to his delight and befuddlement. His bridal candidate insisted that he take the spare guest room for the night instead of the couch, and he was quite glad he took it; being in this strange new world, alone with no idea how to contact his patron left him feeling…a little unsettled. The last thing he wanted to do was to burden the mage and her household, even if Inari-sama had sent him to be with her, and seeing that smirk on Ruth’s face.

He was quite a cheeky fellow, and very protective of [First Name].

Shaking his head, Kusuriuri rose from the bed and pulled its feathery cream-colored sheets upwards, followed by the matching duvet and arranging the burgundy pillows. He glanced around the room; the walls were a light beige, with landscape paintings hanging above the headboard. On the right side, where he had been sleeping, was a cherrywood nightstand with a lamp sitting on top of it. At the front of the bed was a leather ottoman, and next to it was his medicine box. The mage offered to put it on top of the ottoman, but Kusuriuri insisted otherwise because he had a feeling something like this would happen: the medicine box would expand or shrink in accordance to its owners’ size, and he was a little worried about breaking furniture in his host’s home.

He then left the room, closing the door behind and turned left, walking down the hallway and through the living room, carefully maneuvering around the furniture and other knick-knacks. The smell of yeast rising and eggs frying in a pan led him to the dining area. The mage stood over the stovetop, moving the pan in her hand up and down for a moment before straightening out over the bright-red iron coil. From the smell alone, it was sweet and had flour.

Ruth, who was already sitting down with a turquoise ceramic cup held gingerly in his hands, glanced up at him groggily and nodded towards him. Kusuriuri returned the gesture and took a seat next to him.

“Sleep well?” The familiar asked.

“Yes. You seem quite exhausted yourself. Is everything all right?”

Ruth took a languid sip of whatever he’s drinking before he sighed in content and looked at him. “I’m fine, just [First Name] stayed up too late working on another project again. We’re bound together, so whatever she feels, I feel it too. I’m surprised she even got up this morning to cook with Silky.” Kusuriuri raised his brow as he repeated the name. Ruth shrugged, jabbing a thumb back towards the kitchen. “You’ll see her soon.”

And just like that, the door in the kitchen leading outside creaked open. Stepping inside with a wicker basket in her gloved hands was a tall, ethereal woman dressed in a flowing, dark green dress. Her silvery-blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, loose strands hanging by her ears and pink flowers pinned on either side. Her red eyes darted towards the dining room, pausing to stare at him for a moment before she glided to the mage’s side, handing her a few herbs from the basket. [First Name] smiled, thanking her. She quickly chopped them on an adjacent cutting board before scrapping them inside the pan with a knife.

The woman, Silky, nodded before she quickly darted to the other side, pulling out a pan from the oven and setting it down to rest on the countertop. Kusuriuri blinked, glancing at Ruth. “A neighbor?” He asked.

“Yup. A brownie faerie, simplest explanation is that she can be found around the house and enjoys doing domestic work. The only thing I’d advise you to do to not is touch the dish of cream on the mantelpiece. That’s her payment. Faeries require payment for whatever tasks they accomplish, whether it’s magic to be used to help others, or of her own volition. Am I clear?” Ruth’s voice hardened slightly.

Kusuriuri nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.”

A few moments later, [First Name] and Silky brought out plates stacked with sliced grilled tomatoes, sausage, mushrooms, beans, toast, and fried eggs. The mage smiled at him.

“Mornin’. I’m so sorry I didn’t greet you earlier, I ended up getting carried away with cooking and I had too many things going on at once.” She said, placing one of the plates in front of him. Kusuriuri shook his head. “It’s all right. I was having an…enlightening conversation with Ruth here about Silky.” [First Name] blinked.

“Ah. He told you about her?” She asked, seemingly not minding as Silky gently pushed her towards the head of the table by the shoulders. Kusuriuri watched with interest as the brownie flicked her gloved wrist and the chair pulled back on its own, guiding the mage to sit and place a plate in front of her.

Kusuriuri nodded. “She did. You’re quite fortunate to have her…with your busy schedule.” He said carefully. Silky did not react. She just blinked at him, and then she went into the kitchen. He heard pots and pans clattering, followed by the sound of running water.

“I’m…not exactly as busy as you make me out to be. But don’t feel pressured to eat everything, though, please. Eat as much as you’d like. We also have coffee and tea.” [First Name] frowned before clicking her tongue. “I knew I forgot something. I’m sorry, one moment I’ll get it ready -” That was when Silky poked her head through the doorway, frowning and motioned the mage to stay put. I will get the tea for our guest, so please sit and eat. That was the non-verbal message the brownie faerie was giving, and [First Name] didn’t hesitate to start digging in.

Now knowing he didn’t have to force himself to get sick out of politeness, Kusuriuri proceeded to start eating his own plate. He’d gotten lucky to know how to use a knife and fork when a kind-hearted waitress at a local cafe took time to teach him…though he knew the only reason she had bothered was because he is good-looking.

Once they all had their fill, Ruth helped [First Name] clear off the plates. Kusuriuri offered to do the dishes. They were both surprised at his offer, though Silky was not going to let him get away with it that easily. He was only allowed to help with drying them before he was shooed off, all of them.

Since [First Name] had gotten most of her work done last night, she had some free-time until later this afternoon. Today, she needed to go to the big city and visit a few people, restock on some supplies, maybe a bite to eat at a restaurant. Ruth would travel in his animal form, conceal himself inside the mage’s shadow. Kusuriuri had no idea if he could do the same, but he was not too keen on taking that risk if it meant he’ll forever be trapped as a fox.

Instead of taking the bus or a train, the three of them used a telephone booth sitting on the edge of the village. The owner was a tiny teal lizard with a lazy grin and wearing a hat. [First Name] greeted him politely, and asked for two tickets, to and from the city. The tickets were printed from the bottom of the phone, and he held them up to her with his tongue. She bowed his head to him and replied in a language Kusuriuri didn’t recognize. The booth suddenly jolted, moving from left to right and left again as the scenery outside swirled in a miasma of different colors.

Then all of a sudden, the phone booth stopped moving, and they were no longer in a rural area but the heart of a metropolis. Kusuriuri would have been more awestruck at the usage of such magic if he didn’t feel like the world was spinning around him. [First Name] guided him to a bench and sat by his side until he was ready to stand. He apologized for seemingly wasting her time, but she waved her hand.

“Don’t worry about it. From everyone’s perspective, I am just sitting down for a while. If there was anyone who could see you, then their mouths would be hanging open. Angela might look at you, but that’s the extent of her surprise at seeing a unique neighbor like yourself, probably. She’s been around for a long time.”

“Angela?”

“She’s a technician of sorts. She specializes in crystals and other magical tools. We’ll be going to her first before the other places.” [First Name] said. “Wanna get something sweet? There’s a bakery close by, might help with your nausea.”

Kusuriuri nodded. He didn’t get to have sweets often, mostly because they were either already stale from being out in the sun all day, or they were too expensive for what little money he had at the time. But the ones [First Name] purchased for him were simply incredible. He was a little hesitant in trying a blueberry scone and some other unfamiliar ones…but the risk was worth it in the end.

He followed her through the streets packed with pedestrians and vendors, expertly weaving past the tourists as they boarded a white bus. Angela’s shop was a brick building tucked between larger ones, with a vintage sign over the door that welcomed customers, and mentioned there were crystals and incense sold here. The scent of sage wafted through the air, the shelves lined with the aforementioned wares, books, and miniature statues of Buddha and other gods. Angela was nearing forty, at least in appearance, and dressed more like a tea shop owner than someone who specialized in magic: an apron draped over black pants and a white tank top, auburn hair pulled back in a braid, green eyes smiling lazily as she greeted them with a wave of her hand. Hovering next to her was a tiny water spirit, another familiar.

Angela was pleasant, getting straight to business once she gave him a glance and shrugged. She wanted to ask questions, but she respected [First Name]’s time. They exchanged some words, walking over to the glass counter where a wide variety of crystals were laid out on a red silk cloth. [First Name] examined each of them carefully as Angela explained their uses and how they could help the mage with her research and help regulate the amount of magic in her body without putting too much strain on it.

Kusuriuri watched [First Name] look over each of them carefully before she selected three of them. Angelas included a few sticks of incense and asked her to come back again soon with her new friend.

From there, they went to two more places, the office of a university professor being the last stop of the day. Kusuriuri had heard of the Imperial University in Tokyo, and that only certain individuals could study there, but not a place where both men and women learn about magic. [First Name] had been a student here years ago, excelling in Herbology and Magical Creatures. One research paper had helped the latter department expand on their knowledge on understanding the neighbors. The professor wanted her to sub for his afternoon Magical Creatures classes while he went on maternity leave with his wife.

[First Name] politely refused.

She did not have a teaching license nor was qualified to handle rambunctious students, even if they were in their final year at the university. She might get along with the neighbors, but they do not listen to anyone as if they were pets. They were faeries; to earn their respect, the students must respect them in turn and not piss them off. Or did he need a reminder of what happened when she was in his class?

Her response was enough to silence the man. [First Name] stood from the chair and looked the professor straight in the eye as she apologized to him. It is a shame that she cannot do it, however, she does know someone who would be interested in this opportunity: Clarice Wordsworth. She and [First Name] attended the same year, but Clarice decided to further her education at another institute. Last she had heard, Clarice needed another internship to finish her degree. The professor nodded, muttering softly under his breath that a Sleigh Beggy teaching his classes would actually bring more students to attend.

Whether she pretended to not hear him or simply didn’t, [First Name] bid him good-bye and practically sprinted out of the door. Kusuriuri was torn between amusement and curiosity as he trailed behind the mage, down the hall and through the university’s doors.

The skies bled into an reddish-orange hue as they approached the telephone booth with the supplies, signaling that their day in the city was over. Ruth was happy because they could finally go home and enjoy Silky’s cooking. [First Name] hummed in agreement as they were teleported back into the village, and walked the rest of the way back to the house.

As more days blended into weeks, Kusuriuri discovered that his bridal candidate was quite a contradiction.

She was kind, loving, and sociable with people she knew very well, though cold and businesslike around people she regarded as an acquaintance like the professor. She worried about Silky doing too much around the house or Ruth being spotted near the forest, yet they in turn were concerned that she stayed up too late working in the study, pouring over her notes and creating tonics for the villagers who were sick.

Humans were like that though, yet she was still able to keep his interest for this long. Recently, at Silky’s insistence, [First Name] began taking small walks around the village after dinner. He and Ruth joined her to make sure she didn’t try to sneak back into the house through the kitchen. Thirty minutes of tranquil silence or small talk, and then they would return home.

No, not home. His temporary quarters. Kusuriuri silently scolded himself. There were still things he did not know about her, and he had not issued his test to her. It was still too soon.

What he did not realize, however, was that he would come to fall so deeply in love with the mage and the cozy life she led here, he nearly regretted taking her away from here to the temple lined with fox statues…though if he hadn’t…. he would not even have a bride.

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I feel like Nicky is the one Wymack is most nervous to mic up, but trusts Matt & Dan enough to be sure they'll get something good from that. Allison, he knows what he's signing up for, so no one is surprised when she's as aggressive as Aaron. But I think it's Renee who surprises everyone (except Andrew).

When Renee gets mic'd up, everyone is expecting serenity. Peace. "Oh, that was a good pass" about the other team. "Come on, Foxes!" quietly chanted from goal. Maybe some prayers.

Instead, they get a constant stream, in a similar style to Andrew. They get screams loud enough the mic crackles. They get "YOU LITTLE BITCH" screamed at full volume multiple times. They get "Aw, the big baby got upset that the lil midget hit him? What are you gonna do, big guy? Cry and crawl back inside your mama?" when Aaron takes a swing at a guy twice his size. They get gamer-girl-playing-with-a-group-of-boys-who-don't-go-easy-on-her level trash talk. They get hopes and wishes for players to drop dead or go to Hell and burn for eternity. They get angry shouts. They get swearing with 0 filter. They get death threats. They get detailed fantasies about gutting people like fish or of where she'd like to break their bodies.

Wymack is shocked. The audience & fans are eating it up because Renee walks off court with a serene smile and is sweet as sugar. When the other Foxes watch it back, they're all speechless because.... is that THEIR Renee?????? Are we sure???? Because it's easy for them to forget she grew up in a gang & testified against her former found-family. Andrew is the only one who isn't surprised because that's the version of Renee he spars with.

Wymack decides Nicky and Allison can get mic'd up as much as they want. All of the cousins can get mic'd up again. But Renee is banned from doing it again.

Neil gifts her a bar of soap to clean her mouth out with.

THIS !!!!

This was an absolute joy to read and you’re so correct, I have no notes

I can also imagine her being like “thoughts and prayers” in the most passive agressive way possible. The Foxes win and she’s like “I’ll keep you all in my thoughts and prayers tonight, I know that was a tough one for you” and she has the most menacing smile ever that actually shakes the other team to their core.

Also Renee knowing like 101 ways to seriously maim someone and when one of the Foxes gets hurt she just shouts a number at them. She’s been doing it for a long time and none of the Foxes knew why. When they’re listening back to her recording they hear her shout a number and then mumble to herself what that maiming technique is. And they all are just like OH. So it’s a lot more intimidating and meaningful when they hear her shouting numbers on the court from then on.

Andrew very quickly memorizes the list as well and offers her his opinion on which one he would’ve used when she gets off the court.

“22 was a better option”

“Yes but 54 is more creative” And just smiles at him.

The other Foxes also start to remember some of what each number means. They feel especially honored when she wips out certain numbers in defense of them.

Renee shouting from across the court “34”

The Foxes “Oooo, you’re fucked dude. Good luck!”

#the number thing would become a very big inside joke between the team I think #it eventually spreads outside of the court #they just start shouting random numbers at each other and then make up some totally unserious threat #or very real and plausible threat #mic’d up foxes #renee walker #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #the foxes

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 9 months

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Your Two Favourite People

Summary: You and Jay have been seeing Roy for almost a year now. But last month he was called back to Star City to help Ollie deal with something. Jason's been coping in his way, but thank goodness Roy is finally home.

Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper

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Warnings: SMUT 18+. threesome, oral, bi boys, poly, mmf, teasing, but stuff, swearing, pet names.

The First time.

“Hi Angel,” Roy's husky voice peppers over your shoulder. Somehow audible over the loud as fuck orchestra that's ringing in your ears, “You miss me?”

“Roy!” you spin, turning around and jumping up to throw your arms around his neck, “You're back!”

“So, you did miss me?” he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into another hug.

“Yes, so fucking much!” you press a kiss into his cheek, his eyes, his neck, “Not as much as Jay,” you scan the crowd looking for your broody ass boyfriend, “he’s been very mopey since you went back to Star City.”

“I knew he cared.”

“Even if he doesn’t show it,” you agree, taking him by the hand, “We gotta go find him.”

“I got an idea about where he might be.” He takes the lead, smiling as you pass Grayson and Kori. “You guys seen Jay?”

“Little Wing is in his nest.” Dick comments, turning back to Kori. Like you’re suppose to know what that means but Roy hasn’t slowed down so he must know what the fuck Grayson is on about.

“Where is his nest?” you ask Roy who is leading you from the ballroom and up the stairs of the manor, “Why does he have a nest? And why don't I know about it?”

“He only uses it when he’s here. It's where he goes to hide.”

You make it all the way up the stairs, stopping and turning several times. When you make it out of view from the party goers Roy's fingers grip at your cheeks, his lips sinking into yours and you feel a tiny part of your worries melt away. “I missed you, Angel.” he kisses you again, “Missed these pretty lips.” When he finally drags himself away from you, he motions to the tiny door, “Roy, there's no way he fit through there.”

“He did,” opening the door he gestures for you to go inside, before following you in and locking the door behind you.

“Jay, honey!” you call out as you stand finding the roof is lifting up, “You in here?”

“Kitten?” a distance voice calls back, “how’d you find me?”

“Maybe some of your family's detective skills rubbed off on me.” you turn, winking at Roy, placing a finger over your lips. He doesn’t reply, so you keep moving forward. Cobwebs catch in your hair, dust gathers on your fingers as you inch yourself towards the oncoming light.

You step out of the dark corridor, finding yourself in a medium sized room. A large window filters the moonlight through the sheer curtains. It illuminates the hulking figure sat on the large leather couch with a glass full of molten liquid swirling around. You gesture for Roy to stay quiet in the doorway. “Why you hiding up here?” you ask him as you round the couch and see the distance in his eyes, “Jason?”

“What are you doing up here, Kitten?” his voice miles away, he hasn't even looked at you, “Were you not enjoying the party?”

“It's not the same without you and I-”

“You found someone else to talk to?”

“Excuse me?”

“Saw you talking with Fox,” he shrugs, “you guys seemed really chummy.”

“You’re dads friend? That why you're up here moping?” you cast a glance over at Roy and he just shrugs, he’s going to be no help, “Fine,” rolling your eyes at Jason, you turn and he still doesn't look up, “You're right. I did find someone else to talk to,” you drop the straps of your dress down as you walk over to Roy. His eyes soaking in your sultry strut while occasionally flicking over to the back of Jason's head.

“You better not have brought that old shit-” his voice stops and Roy's eyes go wide as you approach him, shimmying out of your dress. Roy can't seem to decide if he wants to stare at you or the way Jason is looking back at him. Stepping into the circle of Roy's arms, his fingertips graze up your hips bringing you close with a smile as you hear Jason's feet hit the ground.

“Did he get up?” you whisper to Roy, nudging his nose with yours.

“Yes, Angel.” Roy's hands slip up your back, his eyes locked with Jason s as his fingers circle the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss.

“He-” you try to talk as Roy interrupts you with a kiss and you pour all of yourself into it.

“He’s watching,” he smiles into your mouth, his hand slipping down to your thigh, to your ass, “think we can get him to move?” he lips curving in a way that you always read as mischief, “Jump, Angel.”

You jump a little and Roy catches you in his arms, his fingers digging into your ass, “I love how you feel against me.”

“I want you.” your fingers snake in between you, popping the buttons on Roy's shirt open.

“What are you two doing?” Jason finally chimes in.

“You didn’t wanna play,” you tangle your fingers into Roy's hair, while he walks you towards the couch “So, I found someone else to play with.” keeping your eyes on Roy as he sits beside where Jason is standing.

“You can play with me whenever you want, Angel.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Star City?” Jason asks, staring down at the two of you, “Can you stop? Can we talk about this?”

“No,” Roy's hands slip up cupping your tits, “I need this, so come here or fuck off,”

“Jay,” you whine when his hand grips at your hair and yanks your face back, “Get off him, Kitten.” you look to Roy for help, but the coward just stares back, grinning at you both.

“Don’t be mad at Roy,” you say as you crawl from Roy's lap and onto the ground.

“I’m not, sit still.” he orders you, stepping around you to lean down over Roy, his hand cupping his jaw so softly as he presses them both down into the couch, “You were gone to long,” he moans into Roy's mouth, his hands palming at his face, his legs and every inch of him that he can reach.

“Missed you too,” Roy smiles, his hand reaching out for yours. But you shake your head, your eyes flicking towards Jason. He moves his hands fiddling with Jason's belt and attempting to get his pants off. “Angel help me get his pants off.” Roy pushes on his shoulders, making Jason sit.

“You heard him, Kitten.” Jason stares down at you, “Take them off.”

Your hands move fast, pulling his belt free and slipping his pants down his thick thighs. Resting back on your legs you wait for your next instruction, your eyes following the path of Roy's hands over Jason's thick body, your body growing more and more restless with every movement.

“She looks so sad, Jay,” Roy moves to sit behind Jason, kissing at the tender spot on his neck, “How could you be angry at such a pretty girl?”

“Easily, but I’m not angry,” his gaze softens and you can tell he means it. Unable to help the smile that spreads over your face when Jason twitches as Roy's hand wraps around his cock.

"Hear that, he's not angry." Roy looks up at you, "he's just a little pouty. Why don't you help me make him feel good?"

You shuffle forward, your hands spaying out on Jason's thighs as you stare up at him. Roy angles Jason's cock towards your mouth, Jason's eyes watching as you both play with him. Your mouth stretches wide as Jason's cock slips in and you let out a soft moan at the taste of him.

"Roy," Jason's hand reaches out for Roy, tugging him up beside him.

"Jason."

"Take your pants off."

"What about her?" Roy's hand rakes through your hair, pushing you deeper onto Jason's cock.

"She's ok. Aren't you kitten?" You nod in response, "see she's fine. You wanna touch yourself for me?" Your eyes almost pop out of your head with how quickly he shoves your mouth back on him when you try to answer, "go on then. Touch yourself for us."

"She's so beautiful." Roy whispers in Jason's ear, as his hands wrap around his middle, his lips littering soft kisses on his neck, "and you smell fucking divine," his cock rubs into Jason's ass cheek as Jason leans back into him, “perfect in my hands,” he squeezes down on his side and feels his legs start to buckle, "you're doing to good of a job there, Angel." Roy licks up the vein protruding from Jason's neck, "he's going to fall over." His strong arm holds tight around Jason's stomach, "tell her to stop."

"I don't want her to," Jason moans his hands tightening on your hair, "I love your mouth, Kitten."

"Tell her to stop, Jason."

"Kitten." He tries to resist, but pulls you off him, his legs shaking as he and Roy fall back into the couch.

"You alright, Angel?" Roy asks you, your fingers still buried in your pussy.

"I'm so happy you're back." You smile, your hand between your legs as your spit starts to drip down your cheek.

"Messy messy Kitten," Jason takes your hand, helps you up onto the couch, "Let Roy clean you up before you stain the carpet."

"Angel," Roy says in a low tone, his fingers digging into your thighs and spreading them apart, "Fuck, you smell so good." He takes a lick of your pussy, shivering, "give a guy a warning Jay, jesus." He laughs, turning his head to Jason who is rubbing his fingers over Roy's ass.

"Roy, please." You plead adjusting your elbows so you can see them better.

"Did you miss my tongue Angel?"

"I did."

"Good girl," Roy moans, leaning his face into your pussy and lapping at the cum falling from you.

"Is he doing a good job, Kitten?" Jason asks you, his eyes fixed on Roy's head between your legs, "should I reward him?"

"Yes, Jay. Such a good job," your nails bite into the couch cushion trying to keep you from squirming as Roy starts to suck on your clit.

Jason's hand slips under Roys hips and you feel him moan into you. His hips gyrating as his tongue reaches inside you, his fingers digging into your thighs as your legs start to lock.

"Jay, I'm getting close."

"Cum then, Kitten and we can play with Roy some more."

You white knuckle the couch as your legs strain against Roy's hands. Your hips tilting up to all but pull him into your pussy as you start to gush around his mouth.

"Breath," Jason says, grabbing Roy by the hair and yanking him back.

"Jason I-" he moans butting down on his lip, his back arching back towards Jason and you see the way Jason's hand is wrapped around his cock.

"Look at your face," you smile, wiping some of the cum off Roy's face and slipping it into your mouth, "can I clean him?" You direct the question to Jason.

"Roy," Jason whispers, his voice so deep as he pulls Roy back, his back hitting Jason's chest, "look at me."

Roy turns his head and Jason's lips connect to his, their tongues fighting for dominance as Jason grinds into his ass. It's so fucking hot seeing the way they love each other.

"Kitten," you hear him whisper into Roy's mouth and you're already on your knees shuffling towards them.

"Angel," Roy brings you into their circle, splitting his lips from Jason's as he kisses you.

Jason releases Roy's hair, his hand snaking around your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"My boys," you wrap your arms around Jason's neck holding them both close to you. Jason's knuckles brush over your clit as he continues to stroke Roy's cock.

"You think Roy should make it up to us for being gone so long?" Jason asks you, resting his nose on Roy's shoulder.

"What are you thinking?"

"I think," Jason kisses Roy's neck, his nose nudging at his ear and Roy shivers as Jason breath falls down his neck, "we ought to punish him."

"And me?"

"You want to fuck Roy?" Jason's voice so low, his eyes dark and lust filled as he looks over Roy's shoulder at you.

"Yes."

"Then lay down Kitten. You have to wait though. Because first," his hand slips into the crease of the couch and pulls out a bottle of lube, "I'm going to fuck him." Jason releases Roy's cock, pushing you onto your back, "and you're going to touch yourself."

"Jason," Roy moans, his arm reaching behind him to pull Jason closer to him, "please." He thrusts his cock into the air, his eyes fixed on your pretty pussy.

"You want me Roy?" Jason whispers into his ear, "want me to fill you so full of my cock that you can't breathe?" Jason's hand moves, slipping over his dick, spreading the lube up and down his shaft. "Then we can fill her up," his lubed up fingers press into Roy's ass, spreading him open. Roy's hips jerk forward, his hands reaching out for you, but you stay put, only letting him reach your thighs.

"Spread that pussy for me Angel," Roy pants, "I wanna see those dainty fingers go in."

"Yeah, Kitten. Give him a show. Keep him nice and distracted while i- ahhh." Jason can't control his moan as his cock plunges into Roys tight asshole.

Roy's face morphs from pain to pleasure so fast you almost miss it. Your fingers dance over your clit, the sight of them together too much for you as Jason slowly thrusts into Roy. Roy's cock bounces up to his stomach, the swollen tip already leaking pre cum. You thrust your fingers in, desperate from some relief from the spectacular sight in front of you.

"How's that feel, gorgeous?" Jason moans into Roys ear.

"So good." Roy leans back, his nails scraping along your thigh.

"Wanna feel even better?"

"Not," Roy moans, his tongue darting out over his dry lips, "possible."

"I think it is." Jason beckons you, "come Kitten."

"Are you- really?" Roy asks, half lost in his lustful daze.

You bend your tummy over the arm of the couch. Peering over your shoulder at them, smiling when Jason gestures for you to back up into them.

"Think you can handle it, gorgeous?" Jason asks Roy, his hand held at the base of Roy's cock.

"I can take it."

"Yes you can. Back it up, Kitten. If I tell you to move-"

"I'll move." You nod, spreading your pussy open and squirming as Jason swipes Roys cock through you.

"Stop teasing Jay," Roy pants his hips thrusting forward to try and get more of you, moaning as Jason's cock slips a bit out of him.

"Teasing us both." You agree, lifting your hips so that Roy's cock catches in your pussy.

"Alright Kitten," he releases Roy's cock, his own pushing into Roy, thrusting his hips forward and forcing Roy inside of you. Loud moans escape both your lips and you can feel Roy twitching inside of you.

"You ok?" You turn your head, seeing Roy's eyes already rolling back into his head.

"How's he look?" Jason asks, his hands spreading out beside you.

"Happy."

"Good. Fuck, he feels so good." Jason's moan his thrusts mugging harder, making Roy fuck you harder. And you can feel him throbbing inside you.

"Jay I think-"

"I can feel it too. Cum for us Roy."

Roy's cock throbs into you, "please," you cry as he starts to twitch about you, "please Roy."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he changs, his body moving between you as his load empties inside of you.

Your cries of pleasure are buried in the pillow as Roy collapses on top of you.

"Jay,"

"Kitten."

"He's still hard."

Roy chuckles in your ear, his elbows held right besides your head to keep from crushing you.

"Fuck Angel." He moans into your ear, "you feel this?"

You try to respond, but it just comes out in garbled moans as he slowly fucks his cum into you.

"He's going to cum again for us Kitten. But-" he moans, the noise an indicator of how tightly he's holding on. "-You need to cum."

"I want your cum," Roy says breathless in your ear, "I wanna mix our cum together inside of you." He starts to lazily thrust, making Jason quiver behind him and your whole body feels like it's caught in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Fuck, you're going to-"

"Jay's gonna cum Angel." His hand slips under your tummy, resting just over your pussy letting you grind down onto him, "we need you to cum."

"Ro-" you bite into the cushion as you feel his cum start to drip out if you, around his cock and down your thigh, "jas-" you hand snakes out taking his in yours.

"I can feel- she's-"

"Me to-" Jason moans, his teeth sinking into Roys shoulder to hide his moans.

"Fuck, fuck, fucking-" Roy starts to shake, "you're so tight on me, I can feel you-" your whole body starts to sing as you feel Roy's cock throbbing inside you, his moans and Jason's fill your ears and you start to see lightning as your bliss washes over you.

Roy's breath is light in your ear, Jason's heavy on the other. Your whole body tingles with pleasure as you lay there crushed in your double boyfriend weighted blanket.

You can't keep the smile off your face and when you turn and see Jason smiling down at you and you think you may die of happiness.

"Babe,"

"Yes Kitten."

"Roy's breathing is very slow."

Jason moves, slowly pulling Roy up by the waist and sitting him on his lap. "Can you pass me that pitcher?"

You move fast, ignoring how shaky your legs are as you reach the water. "Is he ok?"

"Yeah," Jason says, softly his fingers pressed into the vein on Roy's neck, "he's just resting."

"Here, try this." You pour some of the water on a stray blanket and rest it on his head.

"Good idea." He says, taking your cheek in his hand and giving you a soft kiss, "Kitten, I. About tonight."

"I know you've been missing Roy, Jay. But I missed him too."

"Sometimes, when he's gone for too long. It's just like-"

"Like he took a piece of you with him? Yeah. Jay, I get it. But you don't have to be alone, I'm here too."

"I know, I'm sorry. I should’ve-"

"I knew you missed me." Roy's eyes flutter open, and he tries to move.

"Why don't you just stay still for a second." Jason says, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

"Let us take care of you."

"Feel like you already did. I've never been more relaxed." Roy smiles gently, pulling you onto his lap on top of Jason.

"True, but we really missed you alot."

"Guess I'll have to stay then."

"Or I'll hold you hostage." Jason slaps his arms around both of you pulling you into him, "Kitten will help me, won't you?"

"Course I will."

“Good girl."

"I missed you both so much," Roy kisses you both so softly, "how long before someone comes looking for us?"

"Just give me five more minutes of this and I'll sneak us out." Jason says, holding you even tighter.

"Sneak us out?" You laugh.

"You don't think there's only one way out of Wayne Manor do you?" your hand brushes the cloth over Roys forehead, before he takes it and starts to clean you up.

“You don’t think there is only one way out of Wayne Manor do you?”

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Tell me everything about how insane Scully is please!

how insane is scully????

you guys. i mad it through a lot of s1-3 and then started doing random episodes. this is LONG and incomplete. but you've been waiting so long already. so, under the cut:

my favorite crazy thing about scully is in the pilot, she's assigned to debunk mulder's work, and in the middle she's ready to run back to the fbi to tell them he's right because of dirt. she's known the man a few days and runs to his room to undress in front of him & run into his arms!! her face buried in his chest. she has him whipped on the first day, chasing after her. and she'll follow him anywhere.

in deep throat, mulder runs off on his own and next thing you know, scully takes another government agent hostage at gunpoint (with his own gun??) to get mulder back. she teases him, calls him crazy. he likes it so much she never stops. sucker.

in squeeze, scully just has to stick with mulder because he said she was right & played with her necklace. she has to know every thought in his head. she calls him to gossip about colton because now they're best friends.

in the jersey devil, scully whines when mulder sends her home alone, bails mulder out of jail, ditches her date the moment mulder pages her, turns down a second date & follows mulder...threatening to hurt him for teasing her. she's told her friends he's cute and tries to justify why he isn't an option. and it isn't because they work together. (as much as we say she's not getting into another relationship with a superior / colleague...she would, also insane behavior)

in ghost in the machine, scully meets jerry and dislikes him instantaneously just because he was mulder's partner (she's his partner). she knows mulder's profile without any doubt in her mind, but she still asks mulder to confirm. she tells mulder to go get a beer, as if she doesn't already know he can't stop (and even if he could, he wouldn't)

in ice, she very nearly attacks hodge for suggesting she's been infected because she was yelling at mulder. she pulls a gun on mulder and refuses to give up on him, she goes in to talk to him alone. she tackles a man twice her size with no hesitation.

in eve, she answers the phone in mulder's room!!! (this is silly but clearly, they never gave a second thought to being in each other's rooms lol)

in fire, she hates phoebe right off the bat. scully knew her game before mulder told her anything, but she asks him questions anyway. she single-handedly solves the case and gets that woman back out of his life...then scares him with a fake accent. she takes the sherlock joke and makes it hers & mulder's. phoebe who?

in e.b.e. she meets the lone gunmen, calls them the most paranoid people she's ever met, then proceeds to become the most paranoid person you've ever met, most paranoid person in the world.

in tooms, she lies to skinner to give mulder an alibi. she participated in an illegal stakeout so mulder wouldn't get himself killed. she calls him fox and tells him he's the only person she'd put herself on the line for. she is completely devoted.

in erlenmeyer flask, she teams up with a man she doesn't trust to get mulder back. she goes into a top security government facility to steal an alien fetus, and figures out the password deep throat didn't tell her about.

in little green men, she sets up a secret meeting with mulder using their little code. she talks about george hale, lets herself into mulder's apartment, hacks his computer, and tracks him down to puerto rico. where they end up running from the military. she can barely keep her hands off him.

when krycek shows up, scully snubs him because he's working with mulder. scully is his partner, she's his friend. she doesn't trust anyone else with him — and she's right.

in duane barry, she inserts herself into the hostage situation, to the point they let her talk to mulder to guide him...as the rest of them have failed. she finds the metal implant, scans it at the grocery check out, correctly surmises what it's for (at least one purpose), and screams for mulder. i also think she manages to get her necklace off so mulder will know he's on the right path when he finds it (someone else pointed this out, idr who i'm sorry!!) she remembers squeeze.

in end game, mulder knows he couldn't tell her about his sister because she would have sacrificed herself. while he's in martha's vineyard (?) she's running around d.c. on her own as she's being followed. doing all the things he taught her to evade them.

in dod kalm, she goes on his unsanctioned trip to the middle of the ocean and forces him to drink the little water they have, refusing to take it for herself. the entire time they're stuck there, she figures out what's happening and that's how the doctors save them & reverse the aging effects.

in anasazi/the blessing way, she's nearly shot and makes sure mulder doesn't go back to his apartment and instead comes to hers. she undresses him and puts him in her bed while she investigates to exonerate him. she shoots mulder and drives him across the country to albert hosteen. she tells teena mulder that mulder is okay, after walking to her mother's house with no shoes to tell maggie mulder is dead and argue with her sister. she attempts regression hypnosis but she can't do it because she doesn't have mulder.

in revelations, god is sending her signs and she believes she's supposed to protect kevin. she gets defensive at mulder's derisiveness toward religion and she doesn't hold it against him. in the end, she doesn't push and goes to confession instead, accepts his help with her coat. it's enough.

in war of the coprophages, she calls mulder all day on their day off. she rationalizes everything he finds. when he starts talking about bambi, she sleeps with the phone in her hand for when he calls again. she doesn't want to hear him talk about another woman but she does it anyway. "are you sure it wasn't a girly scream?" and then she just drives out to meet him because no one investigates with mulder except her. smart is sexy. after he asked her what she was wearing after she spouted off about darwin.

in syzygy, i don't even think i need to say anything here. she's just so insane and i love it. she's jealous & petty & mean, but also very honest about how she's feeling. in the end, they're still in sync but she is going to drive like a maniac because she's still mad.

in grotesque, scully is once again prepared to hate mulder's former boss. she doesn't need to know anything and she yells at this man for how he treats mulder. this is a woman who grew up with brothers for sure.

in pusher, scully doesn't believe mulder when he theorizes about modell's abilities. but the second he's the target, she believes. she doesn't hide her fear for him and she walks into that hospital room blind with only a bulletproof vest on. she doesn't run when he tells her too. she will never leave him.

in home, she's thinking about motherhood and having kids and asks mulder about his family. when he swings his head around to her at the question, she stares right back. i swear it's a challenge.

in the field where i died, she yells at mulder for not telling skinner the truth (she never rats on him). she still goes with him to his regression. she doesn't believe these are past lives, but she takes the information he shared and digs into the archives. she finds the american revolution era names. she tells him she wouldn't change a day.

tunguska/terma: she is held in contempt of congress to give mulder time. she trusts his instincts and not her own. she tells the court about the government conspiracy of men and continuously avoids their questions, pushing forward about the lawless men.

in never again, she likes ed because he's interested, because she can talk openly with him without consequences, because he's a sad man & a little dangerous. but then he's really dangerous. she only goes out with ed because she thinks mulder only cares about the work and not her. she gets a tattoo.

in memento mori, she only tells mulder about her cancer. she chooses to investigate instead of pursue treatment right away. she apologize to skinner. she rights letter after letter to mulder, begging forgiveness & asking him to go on. talking about how she feels him close. when she decides to start treatment, she asks mulder to bring her things & call her mother. in the end, she decides to abandon typical treatment and live with cancer.

in gethsemane/reduxes, she doesn't tell mulder he cancer has metastasized. she continues to work, getting injured on the job. she tells police the dead man in his apartment is mulder, she lies to skinner & the fbi. she runs herself ragged to the point she collapses. she begs mulder to blame her & save himself. she's adamant mulder can't trust skinner, even after skinner was shot because he tried to keep melissa's case open.

in chinga, she has no idea how to take a vacation anymore. she can't ignore the x file she stumbles into and she believes it's the doll. she microwaves a little girl's doll to save a woman.

in pine bluff variant, scully chases after mulder when they lose contact. some unknown pathogen just killed someone. she rewatches the tapes after she's sure she saw mulder let whatshisname get away, but stays silent in the meeting. he won't tell her anything but it doesn't stop her from investigating. she can't believe that he's betraying his country, and hiding anything so big from her. it gets to the point skinner has to tell her and she rails at him & that other guy for endangering mulder. she's his partner!! and she makes more headway in a few days than these other idiots did in weeks. she's relentless.

in tithonus, scully has to work a case without mulder and she hates it. she insists it isn't an x file but i think she knows. she's endeared toward fellig despite herself. she asks 'how can you have too much life?' she knows the pain of dying, of leaving people behind, of not being able to finish everything you started. she can't get enough despite all the pain & struggle. she has things to do, someone she wants to be with & they aren't there yet. and when she's got, and fellig tells her to close her eyes, don't look at him — she does it!! in this vulnerable moment, on the cusp of death, she believes. she believed him almost instantly.

in mulder & scully meet the weremonster, she approaches suspects ALONE. mulder scolds her for it both times. she tells him 'you forget, i'm immortal'

in home again, maggie dies and she loses it. she's sobbing, refusing to let them take maggie, mulder tries to get her to take time and she refuses. it's a stark contrast to her grief in beyond the sea. he can't stop her but he can be with her. we hear her call mulder 'fox' for the first time since tooms.

in the my struggles (idk which one lol) scully is desperate to save mulder. she knows what's coming and she can't lose him. "you need him, and i neee you." the truth is she needs william too, and he's so close now. she never tried to find him to keep him safe (supposedly) but for mulder, she'll take the risk. and maybe stop fighting herself for once. she's unbearably good, but her & mulder are the only ones who can save the world and she can't do it alone. (crazy, crazy, crazy)

other things: scully thinks mulder's porn habit is funny, endearing. she doesn't seem to have any (real) negative thoughts or feelings about it. she argues with him relentlessly about his theories/actions/decisions, but never in front of other people. in front of others, she backs him up, defends him, or stays silent (pine bluff variant). but she will good-naturedly make fun of him to strangers ('he chews the furniture' and something in humbug & quagmire). on friday nights, she stays home cleaning her gun, reading books, reading medical journals & writing for them. she loves jose chung. she believes in the possibility of time travel but not in science's current abilities to achieve it. she remembers every word mulder has ever said (dreams, ftf hallway speech). she literally hangs in his every word and incorporates it into her worldview, her behavior, who she is as a person. scully dedicated herself to mulder in the pilot, before she knew what it meant. and once she did know what it meant, she stayed and stayed and stayed. she believes in him so much, in what he can achieve that it drives her to do crazy things herself. something she always had in her, but now she can let it out. it has a purpose. and dana scully with a purpose is someone you don't mess with and can't be hidden in the shadows (despite the effort of a global conspiracy).

#dana scully #the x files #painfully incomplete

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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[15.57] bear hybrid!jongho × reader

⇀ you always knew jongho as this big, buffy, serious guy but soon your whole view of him might change

⇁ I LITERALLY JUST THOUGHT OF THIS WHILE EATING BAGELS ISTG AJSKDDKJS

buy me coffee ?

Jongho has been very sluggish lately and you don't know why. It's actually quite frightening to see.

Usually you'd be greeted with the sight of your roommate working out in the living room. His dumbells that's bigger than the size of your head sits on his side as he do reps of anything and everything. Then he'll stop once you put both of your breakfasts on the table to eat together with you. You really like the arrangement and he's a great roommate.

So imagine your surprise when you woke up one late November to see him nowhere to be found. Initially, you thought that he might just be outside. Maybe he decided to go for a run or something. But soon his bedroom door creaked open and Jongho peeked his head out, "is breakfast ready?" He asked in a very gruff voice, sleep still evident. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "Jongho, it's 10 am, have you just woken up?" You asked to which he answered by simply nodding his head. Usually, he'd have things to say. Or more like complain about.

And it went on for days, weeks even. With each passing day, he became more sluggish and even rare to see. As an active person, Jongho is usually up and about. If it's not to help his producer raccoon dog hybrid friend, Hongjoong, it was to meet up to do more work out with a samoyed hybrid, Mingi, and a snow fox hybrid, Yeosang, or even just to hang out with his other hybrid friends. He would sometimes be at home but he would rarely be stuck in his room like he's been frequently doing. It made you worried in all honesty.

You knocked on Jongho's door and slowly opened it so as to not surprise him. With your head peeked inside, you called out to him, "Jongho?" and you immediately noticed the lump in his bed moved. "Jongho," you called out again as you stepped into his very neat room and walked carefully to his bedside. The lump (Jongho) moved again and you carefully pulled down his blanket to expose his face. He was trying to open his eyes but they kept closing and the sight of him trying to wake up made you snicker because it honestly looked so adorable, a stark contrast to his usual MANLY man demeanour. "Jongho," you called again one last time and it made Jongho stretch out and slowly sat up, "Yeah?" he finally responded. "Are you okay?" you asked as you knelt down on the side of his bed, "You haven't been yourself in a while and I'm worried... Are you sick?" you asked.

Jongho stared at the wall ahead of him for a bit, seemingly trying to gather his mind and consciousness. He then turned to you and shook his head, "Wha- what are you talking about?" he asked, voice heavy with sleep. "You've been lethargic, not exercising, and you only leave your room to eat and sometimes maybe go to the bathroom. What's going on?" Jongho let your words sink in before he suddenly grinned goofily at you, "You've been watching me?" he teased. You rolled your eyes and push his forehead with your finger lightly, making his head bob a little, "Yes, dumbass because like I said, I'm worried. Should I call a doctor or something? Or... a vet?" you cringed at your own words. It was obvious that you don't know much about hybrids and it showed.

Suddenly, a soft, wide grin broke on Jongho's face, accompanied by a giggle, the first ever giggle from Jongho you've ever heard. You pouted and smacked him gently on his chest, "Hey, don't laugh at me!" you whined. Jongho shook his head as his laughter dissipates, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot that you're not a hybrid." You raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean you forgot that I'm not a hybrid?" Jongho mimicked your expression and answered matter-of-factly, "Have you seen the way you eat when you're feeling comfortable? You eat like an animal," he said before bursting into another fit of laughter. You pouted and smacked his arm but he didn't stop laughing. Luckily his laughter slowed down and once his laughter subsides, he cleared his throat and stared straight at you, "I'm in hibernation, (y/n)," and your brain immediately clicked, your mouth dropped to an 'o' shape as you nodded in understanding. "I only hibernate for a month and it happens between the cold months so like late November to February. This time I guess my hibernation just came early," he explained. Everything made sense then and there and your worry almost immediately goes away, "Okay, that's good to know, at least you're alright and now that I know what's going on, I can know when to actually worry," you grinned and then reached a hand to pat Jongho on his head, "Now you go back to you hibernap, I'll wake you up for dinner?" As if on cue, Jongho's eyes drooped when he heard you say 'nap' and he simply nodded with a thumbs up

For some reason, you felt the need to tuck him in bed. Maybe in his hibernation state, Jongho seems more like a bear cub than an adult bear, but you just felt like doing things to help him. Once you made sure he was back to sleep, you set off to slip away from his room. But suddenly Jongho spoke out just as you thought he had gone back to slumberland. "Mm can't sleep without kissy," he mumbled. You halted in your steps and snapped your head towards him in utter shock. "Excuse me?" you choked out but Jongho simply reached a hand out from his blanket and made a grabby motion, "Kissy," he muttered. Though unsure, you walked back to him and carefully leaned down to hesitantly kiss Jongho on the side of his head and of course, his hair smells good. You'd think it'd be something manly like musk but it's definitely coconut. Jongho sighed in contentment before he started snoring away and with that, you realized that you might like hibernating Jongho a little better than regular Jongho. Sure, regular Jongho kills bugs and lifts heavy stuff, but hibernating Jongho is a baby that you just want to coddle.

After knowing that Jongho was in hibernation, you were able to function better. Both you and Jongho found a rhythm and a schedule to function with each other. You felt more comfortable as well knowing that you can cook at certain times and Jongho would come out soon, you know that Jongho would still come out with you to get groceries on Wednesdays and help you put things away before taking a nap, and you know that although Jongho was hibernating, there would be days where he would just sit in front of the tv in the living room with a blanket around him for hours and it's okay for you to join in on him and he'd be glad for you to do so.

Your favourite moment came on one rainy night. You had just eaten dinner with Jongho and chatted for a bit, then he washed the dishes as you wash up before retreating to his room. It was colder than usual but you really liked how the ambience turned out. So you were in the living room, an afghan on your lap and a book in your hand (as a prop just to justify your need to reenact a Pinterest "cold weather day" mood board), as the hot cocoa you made rested on the side table, steam visible. The door to Jongho's room opened, catching you by surprise and he came out with a pout on his face. Sleep still evident on his face (aka the red streaks on one side of his cheek) and his zoning gaze. The cream-coloured hoodie he wore and grey sweatpants made him look so fluffy and you knew that if it came down to it, you can squish his cheeks and make cooing noises and the worst thing he could do is whine at you. "Hey, why are you up?" you asked but he just shrugged as he trodded over to you. You sat up straight to look at his face as he just stood there, zoned out, "I thought you were gonna sleep?" you tried asking again.

Much to your surprise, Jongho suddenly laid down on top of you, his body slotted between your legs with his hands limp on your sides, and his head comfortably on your chest. You froze with your hands up in the air, not knowing what just happened or what to do. You could only stare at Jongho with much confusion, waiting for him to do something. Anything. But he simply remained unresponsive, he had even started to snore a little. Slowly, your body relaxed, getting used to the feeling (and the reality) that Jongho was feeling so comfortable on top of you that he has completely drifted off. The more you looked at him, the harder it gets to try to suppress your grin. You couldn't help it anymore and let your hand move on their own accord. With one hand gently caressing his back and your other hand card through his hair as you softly hum a random tune that popped in your head. It resulted in Jongho letting out what you can only recognize as a satisfied rumble from inside of him and you had to hold in a squeak at how adorable he is and you rush to take a picture of him in that position as quietly as you can.

He's not gonna like this when he's done with his hibernation but you're DEFINITELY going to be sharing your experience with his hibernation and behaviour in GREAT detail with him. And his friends. And there's a chance you're going to have proof of the claims you made. But this one? You're going to keep for yourself.

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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I just know that bimbo! reader is the mom that all the kids teachers and friends have a crush on 😭 like when the triplets are in elementary and she goes to pick up the boys by herself I know the teachers be trying to flirt with her. Or the boys friends always wanna come over and talk to their momma LMAO

Aaaaand the trend of every man and woman in Hawkins’s being in love with her continues.

<3 She’s always alone when she picks up the boys because Eddie won’t go with her (He’s worried his kids will be bullied bc of him)

<3 So she goes by herself and people assume that she’s single because her kids go to a private school outside of Hawkins and the ppl there don’t rlly know her and Eddie

<3 Her kids are rlly friendly (they take after her in that way) and they make a lot of friends

<3 And one of these friends has a single dad :0

<3 He thinks he’s being really cool and sneaky abt it when he asks if he and his son can come over so their kids can have a play date

<3 she’s like “oh great, we have a pool btw.” And maybe she winks just a little, because she has a habit of winking at the end of a conversation for no reason.

<3 but this dude totally thinks he’s going to get lucky with her

<3 Her, being the oblivious sweetheart she is, goes home super excited and tells Eddie all about it and he’s instantly like “hmmmm. Sounds fishy.”

<3 when they arrive she practically skips to the door, Eddie close behind her so he can do his protective husband shtick.

<3 She can barely open the door bc he’s got his arms wrapped around her waist and he’s kissing all over her neck.

<3 (with no malice) she swats him away and asks him to grab drinks

<3 she opens the door with this big smile on her face greeted both of them with a hug “oh hi Roy!”

<3 She leans down to talk to the kid “hi Johnny, the boys are in the sunroom. I’ve got some snacks in there if you want.”

<3 the kid brushes past her and into the house, she hoped he would be able to find his way around.

<3 “big house you got, must get lonely.” It’s so clear he’s trying to size up if she has a husband, glancing into the house behind her and then to her fingers to look for a ring.

<3 he’s met with the sight of an array of rings on her hands, any of which could be a wedding ring.

<3 “it’s a big family. You need a lot of space for three boys,” she replies, completely oblivious to his motive.

<3 “and more on the way if I can help it.” Eddie sneaks up behind her, slipping an arm around her shoulder and reaching out to shake Roy’s hand with the other.

<3 to an outside viewer it seems perfectly friendly but on the inside Eddie is seething at the way this guy is looking at his wife

<3 “did you get drinks, baby?” She askes, giggling when he kisses her on the cheek.

<3 “mmm. Forgot,” he murmers, hiding his face in her neck to avoid her gentle scowl.

<3 she goes to fix the drinks instead, knowing Eddie likes the way she makes them better anyways.

<3 this leaves the two men alone to subtly glare at eachother.

<3 when she gets back they instantly straighten up, mostly because they don’t want to make their growing feud obvious. But also a little bit because she had changed into her bikini

<3 it’s a small pink number with a sheer skirt attached to the bottom, which does nothing to cover her ass even if that was maybe the intention.

<3 “fuckin hell babe. Lookin good.” He practically growls, pulling her into an intense kiss. Their lips smacking together for far longer than was appropriate in front of company, especially with his hands ghosting down her sides to grab a handful of her ass. “Bring my drink out to the pool, I’m gonna go get changed.”

<3 when he gets back, in all of his ratty band tee and black board shorted glory he’s upstaged by his wife’s new friend, very much shirtless and very much ripped

<3 he’s got that like that silver Fox 6-pack and biceps the size of Eddie’s head and he just kinda shrinks back and sits down quietly

<3 “Eds baby, take your shirt off you’re gonna get a funny tanline.”

<3 “oh I don’t want to take away from the main show,” he scoffs, gesturing at the man in the pool.

<3 “but babeee. You’re so sexy shirtless,” she whines, grabbing at the hem of his shirt.

<3 he hesitantly peels the shirt off, tossing it down on the patio. “next to that guy I look like a scrawny teenager,” he huffs, crossing his arms over his now bare chest.

<3 “Eds. I love the way you look.” She gets off her chair and crawls into his lap, her warm skin pressed against his.

<3 “I know baby. It’s just…when I look at you and then look at me… I can’t help but think you deserve someone who looks like that.”

<3 “Eddie, you’re my husband and the father of my kids. I don’t want anyone else, I never will,” she assures him, her fingers clutch at his chest as she slowly drags her lips against his.

<3 “mhm.” His fingers are needing at the flesh of her hips, almost enough pressure to leave bruises.

<3 they pull away from eachother when one of their kids yells “ew gross, leave mommy alone.” (They’re very protective and anti-pda)

<3 she lies on his chest, tracing his tattoos (her favorite is the one of her name right above his heart)

<3 the soft touch mixed with the fact she’s barely wearing anything is getting him embarrassingly hard

<3 “hey Roy. Can you watch the kids for a sec we got uh… laundry emergency,” he yelps out before picking her up and toting her into the house.

<3 in his defense they do fuck in the laundry room so he wasn’t completely lying about that part

#eddie x bimbo!reader🎀#eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff

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whtpluto · 8 months

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Okay, this is insane, but a combination of A/B/O posts and posts about those new genshin characters have me thinking deranged stuff and it’s my duty to share it.

Warnings - Hybrid au, slight predator/prey, slight body horror (bite marks), degrading, animal behaviors, slight edging, frotting, size difference

thinkin about those hybrid AU��s with Gojo and Geto, you know the ones, snow leopard Gojo and black panther Geto. thinking about those two, apex predators… and fox/inari/kitsune reader. something very interesting about a romantic dynamic between predators and a predator of a different size. with ears and tails to match.

They’re big, huge even. with sharp teeth and agile bodies and techniques to rival gods. but your nothing to laugh at either. easily a 1st grade sorcerer, a predator of small size, with trickery in your veins and a playfulness that demands satisfaction. A natural survival instinct and a brilliant head for strategy and mind games. your teeth may be tiny but their sharp. and you may be small, but your still a predator.

i think Satoru and Suguru would be so charmed by you, taken aback by your defiance. Your refusal to just back down to them. Your funny too. Easily understanding their little pranks and habits of mischief. you get along with both of them alone too. Kitsune are sometimes considered messengers between gods, if makes sense you look so good between then.

if your in a relationship with these two animals (lame, i know) just imagine the things you guys get up to.

i think they tower over. no matter your height. their builds accentuated by their hybrid nature, and they love to point it out. how they can both lift you like you weigh nothing. how Satoru’s long fingers can meet when his hands wrap around your waist. Suguru loves how tiny you look in his shirts. the excess fabric bunching above your tail, showing off your perk ass. he’ll tug up the fabric if it falls down. sometimes when he looks at you, you swear his eyes turn to slits and he just wants to devour you.

Maybe they tease you. oh no they definitely tease you. with sharp toothed grins and wicked eyes, blue and brown respectively. they love prying open your tiny mouth and looking at your sharp sharp teeth. well, sharp to everyone but them. You’ve got sharp teeth but small bite strength. maybe one day you get sick of it, sick of the way Satoru’s fingers rub over your incisors and make you shudder, and you bite him. i think he’d laugh. Suguru would laugh at him, and probably praise you. it didn’t really hurt, not to a big bad predator like him, so it’s funny too.

Thinking about how foxes sleep way less than leopards and panthers. Cuddle piles that, on days you don’t have missions, turn into a comfortable jail cell. With your smaller body sandwiched between the two, Suguru’s arm wrapped around your hips, pulling your lower half towards him, and Satoru grabbing at you with both hands at your shoulder and chest. mindlessly fondling one of your breasts in his sleep. After a few hours, you may have gotten your share of rest, but these two big cats are still sleepy. and they can’t sleep without their little fox, now can they? you try to get up, sneakily get out of bed, but two pairs of large hands are quickly and efficiently pulling you back into their pillowy paradise. Manhandling you into their arms again. i think Suguru would wrap his slim tail around your calf. Satoru would bury his head into the back of your hair, his breathe coincidentally hitting your ears, making them twitch in a way that makes Satoru giggle.

Speaking of ears… god… thinking about how Satoru and Suguru would know that your ears are an erogenous zone and just… continue teasing you anyways. wether in public or the privacy of your bedroom, Satoru lives to make your cute little fox ears twitch. blowing against the sensitive insides or scratching at the backs. he loves the way your eyes widen and your cheeks flush when he plays with them. Think he totally exploits them in bed. Suguru likes to play your little white knight, telling Satoru to stop, but he’s just as bad. Whispering absolute filth into your ears as you fuck, living for the way you flutter around his dick. They know they can get you close just by playing with your ears, it becomes a favorite form of edging for them. They love seeing how wet your panties get just from some words and scratches to those pretty ears. I think they exploit your tail too. but that’s a different story.

I think they left a mating bite on you. And you on them. Your neck is graced by two large overlapping bite scars, which look violent on your delicate neck. i think Satoru was worried he’d kill you when he did it, a little spooked and turned on at the same time with how his jaws could fit around your neck. Suguru was more calm about it, but he definitely enjoyed licking your wound when he was done. Don’t worry, you got your comeuppance. cause on the back of their necks, they’ve got two bites too. One, large and wide (from each other), and then your smaller one, perfectly inside the big one. a permanent reminder.

#･:*+.thirsts #jjk headcanons #gojo x you #jjk geto #geto thirsts #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo thirst

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