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jaylleoo14 · 4 months

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ARGHHHHHH STOPPPPPPP

FLOYD GIVES OFF SUCH CLINGLY DOG VIBES AND JADE GIVES OFF SUCH MISCHEVIOUS CAT VIBES IM GONNA KICK HIM OUT!!!!

Azul is like my little hamster. OMG WAIT NO A BUNNY, BC LIKE SEA BUNNY UKNOW????!?!?! HE"D BE A BUNNY FS (also cus fluffy and pudgy and cute :3) and plus i find it cute imaging Azul with bunny ears being a little sassy and having that strong commanding tone of voice hehehe. Wait but he could also pass as a hamster too.... Its okay either one works but im leaning more towards bunnies because I like bunnies more if I had to pick between the two. But imagine Azul's cheeks stuffed full like a chipmunks hehehe

heavily suggestive + bonus drawing:

Kicking Jade out because i'm not trying to have him spill coffee all over my laptop

I think i'd kick Floyd out too because he'd probably be a rowdy menace and mess up my furniture because he's going to be gnawing on my chair legs and table legs. Azul you are the only tame one.... for now.

Seriously, in the end of the day though I'd let them cuddle me 😔

Jade would probably try to get your attention and when he does he'd probably hit your vase and it shatters and you'd give him the most "are you kidding me?" look ever while he has his hand over his mouth looking at you so innocently, though a look of slight malice in his eyes. That little..... Then all of a sudden once you're done cleaning up your vase Jade comes over to cuddle with you because surely you'd forgive him right? I mean just look at how cute he is being, rubbing his cheek against yours. I'm imagining that they can turn into the animals and then poof back up into a human with their animalistic attributes. Still having the tails and ears like beastmen you know? Just like Jacks unique magic basically.

Floyd is your little energetic big dog who just loves giving you attention. When he's a dog he's just running around playing around with his toys and occasionally fighting with Jade. Azul is hopping around trying to find solace from the fights because he's so much tinier and more feeble in this form that he doesn't want to get dragged into it. I feel like when they do get into fights, thats when Azul turns back into his human form and just watches alongside with you. Yea, just watching. Pretty sure you wouldn't want to interfere with their fights either. But when Floyd turns back into his human form hes all over you! He's so heavy too its such a pain to move him >_< (heheh but i wouldn't mind) Ahem, but i feel like out of the three he makes it the most prominent that he wants your attention. Jade is more roundabout about it but when you usually are the first one to initiate then he's suddenly so attached to you. Once that is the case he's having you all to himself, no sharing until he's done monopolizing your space and time; leaving Azul and Floyd annoyed and ticked off as he gives them a smug look. Sometimes I feel like Azul would just be a bit shy to do or say anything to initiate. But until he warms up to you he'd also be quite clingy and needy, honestly so much so then Floyd and suddenly does get more bolder. Floyd, again, just makes it more clear much more often.

I feel like Cat Jade would be so sneaky at times too, like imagine trying to bathe but then suddenly out of nowhere Jade just appears. You're screaming your lungs out because how the hell did he get in when you closed the door and locked it?

"Fufufu, no need to fear. I was simply minding my time here is all."

A groan can be heard right behind Jade and up comes Azul as he rubs his ass, seeming to be in slight pain. "Argh 'minding my time' is a complete lie. To think i'd find you where I was planning on hiding as well."

"You guys were hiding?! Wha- get out!" Of course Azul would also be here too. As you tell them off they let out a disappointed and sad sigh, and as they proceed to open the door to leave Floyd bursts into the bathroom. "What! You guys snuck in the bathroom without me?!"

What a red face you have, they all wanted to see and be there with you while you bathed. So suddenly Floyd just goes on ahead and quickly undresses at the doorway and you bring the shower curtain over to hide your face. "Floyd! What are you doing!?" The sound of clothes being dropped on the floor can be heard every second until you hear quick stomps. Pulling the curtains back, Floyd quickly gets in the tub sitting behind you. "Scoot scoot hehe." A sharp gasped emits from your mouth and you feel his bare body against yours. A playful giggle escapes his lips and Jade and Azul just look at each other blankly. For only a moment though, until they look back at the both of you and Jade has a playful smirk on his face. Azul has a slight frown as he begins to undress himself. Floyd wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer against him as he spoons you between his legs. You go stiff, a little squeal escaping your mouth as you go on to cover your face from how flustered you were getting. "Heyyyy you guys go bathe somewhere else. Me and shrimpy are already in the tub." Jade lets out a chuckle as he also quickly went ahead to take off his pieces of clothing.

"There's enough space for me to sit, dont hog (y/n) to yourself Floyd." Azul sharply quips, a huff escaping his lips. Clothes now being on the tile floor, you only start to wonder how long this was going to take.

"I think it's only fair if we were to join you in a little bathing session as well."

"Nah-uh, ya snuck in here without me."

"Thats because you're rather big to fit in the cabinet. Me and Jade barely fit in there in our animal forms."

Peeking out between your fingers you can see from the waist above looking at Azul and Jade as they seem to be having their own little competition on who'd get to the bath first. Their little competition was pretty funny to watch however, a little giggle ushering from your lips. Floyd lets out a little hum, content that he got the best seat in the house because he was able to hold you. Azul finished first because he was quick and swift with it, hurriedly coming over to get in. At the same time Jade quickly hurried his way over and as they make their way in the water splashes and spills over the edge. Azul sits behind Jade because Jade forced his way to sit in front of you, a groan ushered out of him as he is practically getting squished from behind.

"Why do I have to be in the back?! You're bigger than me!"

"I think (Y/n) would like that better then, it does hit all the good spots after all."

"Jade!" God they were going to be the death of you. To think Jade would say something so shameless as that. Though the situation was already not helping. Splashing water at him, he flinches back as he gets wet, though still chuckling from your reaction. Azul's brow twitches in annoyance and Jade can only let out a smug look. You let out a sigh as you bury you face in your hands. The tub was so cramped you couldn't even move, just sitting in the tub was all you four did. Though Floyd didn't seem to mind at all, especially when you're in his arms.

To retaliate against Jade though, Azul turns to a bunny and quickly hops on over in front. Pushing him back as he squeezes his way in to fit the tight cramped space, Azul turns back to lean in front of you now. "Its really cramped in here. Did you guys really think we could even properly bathe like this..."

"Of course not. I'd be flabbergasted if you really thought so."

"Hmmm, how about we wash you up instead shrimpy? More hands the better hehe~"

"Oh Floyd that sounds like a wonderful idea."

The water is never still, constantly sloshing and swaying as Azul, Jade, and Floyd continue to readjust themselves more comfortably. The yellow lighting in the bathroom gives off a vintage feeling and the temperature felt warmer than usual because of the tight space full of warm radiating bodies. The feeling of Floyds arms around you loosen up, making it easier to navigate around your body. Azul follows along suite and leans in close to you while Jade grabs hold of your hand and kisses it.

"After we have our fun of course. I'm sure our little caretaker would appreciate it if we were the ones cleaning them this time." Jades voice was low and smooth, your hand against his lips as he lightly nips at your skin.

"Mmmh yes, agreed. Wouldn't you like that dear?" The feeling of Azuls voice vibrates through the base of your neck as he kisses it tenderly, a low gasp escaping out of you as he hits a sensitive spot.

"I love how you feel Shrimpy, so warm and squishy~" Strong hands sway smoothly under the tight space like a slithering eel, making their way to the fats on your body. His sultry voice makes you shiver as you feel him slightly bow down to kiss the back of your neck, a satisfied hum escaping him.

This definitely was going to be a loooonnggg bathing session. But i'm sure you'll enjoy it. Afterall, they'll ensure to clean every dip and crevice of you to ensure you'd be thoroughly clean :) Plus the many kissing and intimate touches you'll share <333

Honestly why have one when you can have all three? They would definitely share you for sure hehehehe >:3

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masspectrum · 2 years

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what’s up with the fish tank in the mystery shack? (transcript + textless under)

TRANSCRIPT:

ford: you have an axolotl? stan: huh? stan: oh, yeah. Mabel calls it Sherbert. or Bart. ford: how long have you had it? stan: couple years I think. ‘lil guy just kinda stares at people.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #axolotl #axoltol #??? dunno how to spell man #my art #this was a good use of an afternoon i think #actually was just practicing how to use comic panels in csp! had fun with coloring. trying to figure out a style for creating a comic that #is consistent yet also nice to look at #...still workin on it #i will be honest i gave up on lettering because the tools Are intuitive but there are so many options i became overwealmed #i'll go back to it one day #FOR YOUR INFORMATION: this is mostly a callback to the journal entry ford wrote about hoping for there being an opposite force of good #and then also all the axolotol lore stuff yknow how it is #stan on the other hand just picked it up one day and was fine with having an axolotl because they dont do anything (easy to take care of)#not rowdy and attention needy like a dog #stan never bothered to properly name it. it's just lil guy. i still wonder what happened to the canonical one though #randomly it disappears in the show & theres been no explaination given ever #i wanna ask alex that

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mzmezzler · 3 years

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Alternative Title: SKZOO animals I'd pick, my magnum opus

Asks (mine) and tweets (not mine) I expanded on: [1] [2] [3] [4]

~ please note this is nsfw

Bang Chan - Wolf

Chris as a wolf is easily the most consistent association

He has been a wolf for years and his on and off stage makes this choice very consistent

In the sense of sfw, Chan would end up carrying himself like an overtly rowdy dog almost.

Like under-estimating his strength, claiming his favorite things, lots of sniffing and scenting, he loves holding you.

A total service top

He is often frustrated with rules since his instincts tell him to just take and dominate, but he just wants to be a good boy

Likes to be put in his place and humiliated till he's whimpering and whining with his tail in between his legs like a puppy

Would hate to admit but punishments where he's in a muzzle and having his dick slapping are his favorite

Minho - Cat

I don't care if he has bunny teeth, everything else about that man is a cat.

Literally everything lines up, go fight your mom about it

Anywho, sense he has a whole tsundere vibe going on, Minho would act as if he doesn't like your advances and coddling just to be betrayed by his own senses

Ranging from nuzzling and purring into your touch, ears darting in your direction when he wants to seem like he's ignoring you, or his tail moving on it's own...he would have a love hate relationship with these instances

Mainly because he doesn't really have to voice what he's feeling sometimes but he dislikes it for that exact reason

But on the other hand, he also loves it cause he can use these heightened sense to make sensory play literally intoxicating

Gags, nose hooks, blindfolds, etc

Anything to make his senses go the full mile as you over stim and force multiple orgasms out of him would be great

Changbin - Wild Boar

Now I don't care what y'all wanna say, the whole "muscle pig" or whatever concept should be expanded *refer to sources 3 and 4*

Unlike the simple pig, Boars are quite strong bodied, and have a coat of fur to maintain themselves in their environment.

It just fits cause: short, stupidly strong, very loyal and protective, etc. Plus when he has that scruffy look to his hair it just reminded me of their thick and unruly coats.

With the tendency to wallow when not on the move; since Boars are active animals it would align with the amount Changbin exercises, but in that vain Boars need to lounge and rest quite often

All of this could move into a strength kink or even being humiliated for wanting to be so emasculated because he is such a big and strong man

Is it bad I want him to oink and be degraded by being called a little piggie....

ANYWAY NEXT

Hyunjin - Ferret

Ferrets are said to be very cuddly, playful, and mischievous animals....just like Hyunjin.

His stature and personality match the pick so well

I can see the trait of borrowing as a neat one to get into since with this idea in mind paired with how ferrets love to collect makes me think that Hyunjin would love going through your things and would genuinely like sifting through your laundry when he misses you, much to your horror when you find the boy in a pile of your dirty clothes

Or just the idea that since Ferrets like to lick to clean and catch their owners attention, Hyunjin wouldn't hold back licking or nipping you with a pout just to let you know he wants you or wants to cuddle

And because he'd have a penchant for being clingy, those licks and nips would often morph into something more

His wiggles and squirming when you get him off~

Would instantly take a nap right after

Jisung - Squirrel

Now do I hate him as a Quokka...no. It's very fitting and fits how expressive he is, but look me in the eye and fill out a smut headcanon for a Quokka hybrid-

So next best, aka the best option is Jisung as a Squirrel.

He already collects his food in his cheeks, is skittish, and is very animated as a person

But with hybrid qualities, this would translate into lots of staring first of all

Squirrels stare to see if they need to run from danger, but once they get to know you it's also to see if you'll feed them

As a Squirrel, Jisung would be energetic, like stupidly so, but he would often go all to where he suddenly crashes and needs a hard nap or to go into a deep sleep

In an nsfw sense, Jisung would be a bit insatiable but he wouldn't be able to take a lot. Squirrels are easily scared and overwhelmed but if Jisung is wanting to work with that he could have a big fearplay kink

Would like to nest with you in his state of subspace if he goes that deep during a scene

needs lots of aftercare

Felix - Chick

Another very flexible member, Felix would quite literally fit any small, cute farmland animal at this point.

He fits a cat, bunny, baby cow, duckling, etc.

But I'll give this to JYP for once cause he's an adorable chick

To be a baby chick, Felix is in a bit of a "stunted state" which just has to do with his mind space sometimes but really has to do with his hair and mannerisms

With his hair being that same distinct yellow with a little cluster of tail feathers and the tendency to chirp when he's excited or needy

His headspace may go in a mock little space/dreamer state since he is a baby chick that has grown past what may be normal for chicks

he can handle himself but there are times he'll revert and really need help whether he's in sub space, sick, or really sleepy

In nsfw situations he would prefer gentle play and sometimes is surprised by how sensitive his tail feathers may be

also needs lots of aftercare

Seungmin - Puppy

ah yes...seungmo puppy

I honestly think he would be more subdued than Wolf!Chris

Where he is an overgrow, feral puppy; Seungmin is like the mellow, super cuddly pup with a very excitable personality at times.

Seungmin wouldn't like to bark too much, but he does have a tendency to do the whole excited panting when he's too excited or just having a lot of fun and doesn't catch it

he wouldn't want to seem lie a dopy dog or anything, but he's just so cute when his head tilts to the side when he doesn't get something

During scenes, Seungmin would be very flexible with you, choosing his role depending on the day like a true vers

But whether you're fucking him on a plush dog bed while his floppy ears are splayed out by his head or doing the fucking and panting into his thrusts with drool dripping off of his tongue

this would be the one time he wouldn't mind his canine habits and give into his carnal desires

Jeongin - Fox

Jeongin as a fox, is so good. Like he's a good boy, but also not

He gets into mischief far too often, but he tries

Foxes are so loving and affectionate, very much unlike what Jeongin likes to give off, but when comfortable with you he will let that gloss over and let his cuddly side show through

He has whiskers...Innie deserves the whiskers

Back to his mischief, sense foxes are nocturnal or at least are awake from late nights to early mornings, Jeongin would get into the most while you sleep

*cite first link* speaking of you sleeping, Jeongin gets into the most trouble then since he has a tendency to try to sneak under your covers and wiggle his way between your legs to nuzzle against your groin and feel himself calm down between your thighs

But even as this could be a comfort for him, his mind and body often has his intentions going south with him moving forth to lick, nibble, and suck along your inner thighs and over your underwear until you wake up and check under the sheets to see a grinning fox ready to wish you a good morning

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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Can you write some more about nice guy jock kiri? Please and thank you. Have a good day!

yandere ! KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, suggestive language, manipulation, coercion

THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY

He said she could pick the movie this time.

He said she could pick out any movie at all. Whatever she wanted, they were going to watch. Yet in the time she’d spent making lunch, Kirishima sprawled lazily in her bed, browsing half-mindedly, eyes sliding from viewing the screen to looking at her round grabbable ass dancing as she padded about the small kitchen, begging for him to come pinch as she put the stir-fry in bowls and walked over to plot herself down next to the muscly block of man, he’d already picked a movie, far away from something she’d choose, though when eyeing what puppy-dog look he gave her, she couldn't very well say no.

Kirishima has always been clingy. She wouldn't like to call it suffocating, or controlling, though it does border on the word. But she cannot blame him for being handsy and suggestive when they’re alone, in her apartment, in her bed. He’s always been needy, always touching her, so very big-hearted and forward, easily distracted, easily discarding of tasks in favor of doing what new activity calls for his attention, like a dog.

She was becoming quite used to his confident nature, how hap-hazardously he would go about touching her, kissing and licking at her the way he so often went about doing, so much so it was strange to think that they hadn't ever actually slept together.

They had been dating for a couple weeks, and Kirishima was clear about his intentions and aspirations and wants and needs from the start, being a very open honest person, but she couldn't help but feel as though he was pushing her, nudging her, guilt-tripping her with candid words of how horny he was because of her, how frustrated he was, how frigid, how it was effecting his schoolwork, how good a boyfriend he was for waiting, for being patient and tolerant, how she couldn't blame him for wanting something in return, even though that something was a thing she wasn't ready to give him.

It would be wrong if she said he didn't respect her wishes, because he had, albeit begrudgingly. Each time she invited him over, or... he invited himself over, when he became rowdy, it would always take a good amount of bargaining and persuasion on her side, which was always met with even more coaxing and encouragement from him. How he would message his hand into the inside of her thigh, and she would push ever so gently to keep him at bay until he finally laid off, the mood stiff and awkward as he left her apartment to walk to his own place, alone, with a rejected boner he would have to take care of alone, then go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. He had still respected her wish in the end, or... maybe not respected, but at least accepted it.

She hadn't picked out the movie, and it being something she hadn't really invested very much thought into, she didn't try and stop him from nuzzling into her neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh found there. She allowed him to lift her shirt up to rub circles into her stomach with his warm roughened hand, let him grab and grope and mold her breast through the fabric of her bra, let him swing his leg over her body, to lock her position beneath him and his brawny heavy frame as he cuddled into her.

She could already feel the stiff bulge bump into her thigh, tried to forgive him for always riling himself up when he knows what her answer’s going to be, knows how she isn't ready to give him what he wants. Hearing his breathing picking up, becoming rugged and raspy, hot against her neck as he tried humping into her, having rolled and positioned and handled both their bodies so he could lie between her thighs, face mushed into the soft skin of her neck, nipping at her collarbones , spiky hair poking into the underside of her chin, hands abrasive when squeezing at the flesh of her ass and thighs, gripping them to lock around his torso, venturing to grab at her waist and breasts, becoming more and more frenzied, more and more rugged, forgetting his strength, forgetting her protests, getting more and more carried away.

She jolted once she felt his fingers hook into the band of her panties, having slipped up her skirt and spidered playfully up her thigh. She grabbed his arms loosely, small hands obviously not able to wrap around the thickness of his muscles, though applying what strength she deemed necessary to make him take her seriously, lightly digging her fingernails into his skin. “Uhm, Kiri-” She squeaked unsurely, breaching the shapeless noisy silence of heavy breathing and rugged groans and building growls that had filled the room, movie still quietly playing in the background, white noise completely ignored by the burning of her ears.

“Come on, let me feel.” He purred into her ear, giving her lobe a nibble.

“Uhm, I don't think-” She shoved at him, balls of her feet digging into the mattress, trying to sit up.

He laid his weight down on her, immobilizing her movement, keeping her under him. “Come on...” He drawled, voice rumbling. “Please?” Mumbling into her skin, knowing how it always makes her giggle from the tickle by the light scruff on his chin, knowing it makes her sweet and pliable. “Pretty please? It’ll feel good, I promise.”

He didn't really wait for any response, his face mushed into her neck, seeming cute as he pleaded but also acting as a great trap, his hand succeeded in pushing her panties aside, warm worn fingers, foreignly larger cuddled with the sensitivity kept there. His breath shuddered, lips spreading into a toothy grin against her neck, so wide she could feel it.

“Aww.” He moaned. “That’s so warm and wet.” She cringed, but hadn't the time to tell him to stop, hadn't the time to decide that she valued her limits more than maintaining the good vibe, and then she hadn't the mind to really think about it at all, too preoccupied with wrapping her thoughts around the fact that Eijiro had just pushed one thick knuckled finger inside her, roughly at that, pumped it in, stuffed her with it, with an equally chaffed thumb-pad laying heavy pressure down into her little beading clit.

It would probably have felt awful, the brutish boyish clumsy inconsiderate rubbing, but having him dry-hump into her for the better half of the entire movie made for a little messy spill between her thighs, perfectly ready to make whatever rough movement he gave seem like God’s touch, enough to have her moan at once.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, cocky undertone almost completely smoked out by livid lust, his arousal so very clear in his voice as he removed his weight when feeling her body melt and comply to what his hand was giving her of bliss. His large muscly frame rising to kneel between her legs, having her thighs hiked up and spread atop of his, forehead resting against hers. She bobbed her head in a series of quick sporadic nods, teeth biting harshly into her lip as she watched with a bowed head his finger disappear in and out the vulnerable sensitivity found between her spread thighs, the smell of beer on his heavy hot breaths fan over her face before he kissed her head. “You wanna cum?” She gave a moan, indicating an unspoken yes as he rubbed his thumb over and over her tender pearl, pushing another one of his long fingers inside her, making her gasp out a moan, mewing as he curled and scissored the two digits inside her, making her inevitable unraveling arrive much quicker.

He wiped his sticky hand on his pant leg with a small smug smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, watching as her head fell back to rest against the pillow again, beginning to unbutton his jeans.

The sound of him sliding down his zipper pulled her focus back, eyelids fluttering open just in time to watch him pull his throbbing hard erection out with a sigh. And though the red-head had gone about the reveal in an unceremonious manner, whether it was out of lack of showmanship or Kirishima deeming it unnecessary, it didn't really matter to the virgin beneath him. She took one look and she wasn’t able to look away. A surprising black bush drew her focus at first, what more the two easter-eggs that seemed to be nestling there, but not before long her eyes felt the need to follow what bulging pumping purple vein ran up the underside of the thickness, almost like a spine, or a pin that reached up to a red-blushed head, glossed like a candy-apple, with a slit running though it and a spill of pre-cum dripping down to disappear in the dark forest below.

She could swear it sized up to her whole arm’s-length.

Her eyebrows knitted as she continued eyeing the hard pole, watching it bob with strength, straining against his stomach, standing proudly on it’s own as he lifted his shirt off his arms and shoulders, throwing it to the floor, revealing what mouthwatering washboard rock-hard abs he kept beneath.

His hand once again reached out, this time to grab her wrist, guiding her shaking hand back to his thick member, watching her hesitate to wrap her delicate little fingers around his length once he squeezed her wrist too hard in impatience, seeing her bite her lip at the feel of the almost rubbery-smooth texture of his length in her palm, warm to the touch. His larger hand wrapped around her smaller one, guiding the movement as he started pumping up and down.

He groaned, head hung and resting atop her shoulder where he knelt with her sitting form in his lap, red eyes with wide pupils locked on watching her small hand loosely holding onto him, his cock looking so unbelievably huge in her tiny grasp, like some beast, where the more he thought about it and the more he looked, it was big compared to all of her, he could only imagine what she was thinking as she eyed his length with that cute childish level of curiosity and sweet tinge of virgin anxiety. She needed to bite her lip to prevent it from trembling, wanting to squeeze her thighs shut when they too became unruly, wanting to protect what was kept between them.

It only made his cock throb even harder.

“I- fuck-” He grunted, thrusting shallowly up into her hand by angling his hips up, looking down upon her enticing pretty silken dew-kissed heat, his finger greedily reaching to touch the tender entrance only to hear her whimper out a small whine at once when his rough digits brazenly made contact. “You’re so shy, it’s adorable.”

The loosely given hand-job felt good around his priorly ignored arousal, what with how sensitive he was, but was missing what her pussy was welcomingly dripping with.

He lowered himself, hand grabbing his base to steady the attack, yet was declined by her placing her own hand in front of the poor unsuspecting virgin tightness. “Uhm, Kiri- I-”

He shushed at her, prying her hand easily away, replacing it with his own, rubbing those electrical patterns he did before into her pretty budding pearl. “No, no, Baby. Come on. Pretty please, it’ll feel so good, I’ll be gentle okay? It’ll be good, I promise.” He swirled his thumb over her clit, an act far from gentle, though sending those sharp involuntary spikes of pleasure into her core, giving to something pooling in her stomach, something warm and sticky and heavier than before, almost burdening with how it strained in the muscles of her thighs, making her shake beneath the man’s mere thumb. “I love you, Baby, don't you want us to take the next step?”

“Uhm...” She gasped as he abused the sensitivity under his course strength.

“Thank you, Baby.” He purred, lips carved into a smile fit for devouring, planting kisses down her face and into her neck, his cock pushing into the velvet folds.

But she backed up, balls of her feet pushing into the mattress, her palms doing the same, but Kirishima had other plans, none of them including letting her up.

“Kiri, no-” She pushed lightly at his chest then, as she’d done before, trying to soothe and smooth over the feathers she’d ruffled, trying ever so gently in those small soft caresses to apologize for having riled him up so.

But seems this time he wouldn't have that either, her hands cupped and pulled rather dismissively out of the way, dominated by his own and how he intertwined his digits, raking them in with her dainty ones, locking their hands, or rather securing hers, before pushing them flat into the sheets beside her, giving him full access to what lied beneath him without her bothersome fists getting in his way. “Come on, Babe... stop being a little tease...” Her hands slipped their confinements in his as he rather needed them to manage her body, felt that twitching itch to grab and grope and tug and pull at all her doughy flesh. She gasped as he groped a mans handful of her ass, bumping his bare cock into her, rubbing it up and over her pussy, bobbing between their stomachs.

His face was still so adamant on nibbling at the flesh of her collar, leaving what she knew to be ugly swelling purple stains that turned into those vile green and yellow marks looking like fungus blooming on her skin. “I’m sorry-” It was all too much to have his warm skin pressed against her, his naked hardness, all of him, his rough hands, his brutish needle-sharp teeth, that thing that poked at her, humped into her where he’d made a sticky wet hot mess, with her underwear put somewhere out of sight and most definitely out of reach. “I’m not ready to-” Her hands tried softly but with increasing effort at getting him off, trying to get her discomfort across to the seemingly clueless baboon who was handling her body to his own selfish ends on top of her.

“It’s fine.” His voice was heated, soft despite trodding over her own, as he tried calming her down, again with his hands tugging at her wrists and pushing the annoying things away from him, again so he could lie himself down on top of her. “We’ll try something-” His efforts at soothing her weren’t appreciated by the girl beneath as she continued pushing, bordering on thrashing beneath the giant red-head.

“Kiri, stop. ” There was an edge to her voice this time, an edge he didn’t appreciate.

Large hand wrapped their fingers around her wrist and crushed it with a strength she couldn't hope to match, a dark chuckle following, rumbling just beside her ear alongside a small smile carving his lips at the cute pop of bones followed by her whimper. “Stop being so difficult, Babe.” He chastised, voice dismissive and completely unbothered by her spiked struggles, treating her reluctance like it was nothing but a minor inconvenience he could simply swat away like a fly. “I know you’ll like it, you just need to-”

“I don’t need to do anything!” She cried now, adorable small whines as she tried prying her hand out of his hold. “Get off me!”

“Kinda feels like you’re trying to piss me off here.” His tone darkened, and so did the look in his eyes, and though she was just short of bawling with the lump of hopelessness and fear caught stuck in her throat, the adrenaline gave her such a rush of confidence as her leg finally managed to shuffle under his, allowing her to knee him right in that swelled thick slug he was so transfixed on appeasing.

And though she managed briefly to slip out from beneath him, it was no victory, and she felt that ounce of triumph that fluttered in her heart snuff out at the feel of his brawny taunt and rock hard arms wrap around her torso, hoisting her off the ground, only to throw her right back where she’d been laying not moments ago.

“Please, Eijirou, please, you're scaring me, stop.” She kicked now, flopping beneath him like a fish hauled up on a boat, tried prying her hands out of his grasp yet couldn't stop him from holding her down, rolling her on her stomach while he pulled off his uniform necktie, bending her arms behind her back and tightening the noose around her wrists, pulling the tail between them to secure the knot tightly, before rolling her back with her hands being crushed beneath her.

Her face reappeared tear-slicked and panicked. “There we go, all pretty and perfect for me.” He lightly tapped her face as he stuffed her mouth with the panties he fished back up from his pockets, settling between her legs again as she whined through the make-shift gag.

Rough course hand, like sandpaper, like rock, slid down between her thighs, slowly in their venture, pushing and kneading into the softness, hungry as they groped and pushed her open, wrapped her around his torso so he could slap his rock-solid cock onto her vulnerable little opening.

“Let me paint a picture for you, Babe.” He started, catching her attention.

Her eyes so unbelievably wide as she looked up at him through the thick hazy ominous darkness of the room, a darkness that once seemed so cozy now so overwhelming, the sun having gone down, the TV turned to black, the lights left off and the only glimmer coming from the streetlights and the dim white glow of the moon shining in through her window, leaving Kirishima’s sharp teeth to hang above her and how they seemed to drip, eerie shadows cast upon his face, eyes red and hazy, drooped to slits, drunk and cocky as he continued rubbing his cockhead up through the lips of her pussy ever so causally, like she wasn’t bound and bawling beneath him.

“So listen up and listen carefully. Can you do that, Babe?”

She felt cold suddenly, chilled to her core by his tone, reduced to shivering beneath his confident touch, shuddering where she laid, chest pushed upward above the support her arms gave, head drawing in the dune of her pillow, thighs lifted to straddle her boyfriend’s waist, his hand keeping her there by curling his thumb into the underside of her knee.

“The way I see it, you have two options.” He leaned in, voice sturdy but soft like a straight-jacket. “Either you be my good girl and give me what’s mine.” Tone swooping low into a growl. “Or...”

His hands moved steadily as they began unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up, planting a kiss on the newly exposed skin of her tummy, just short of her belly-button. The light scruff of his chin tickling the thin skin it rubbed against as he continued licking and nibbling on the flesh the more it was exposed to him.

“You run along to your friends, tell them what a bad bad guy I am. They ask for proof, but silly little you have no proof to give.” He chuckled, warm breath breezed on the peach-fuzz of her chest as he kept sucking his marks into her, hands fingering the last of her buttons. “People love me, Buttercup, so let me ask you this...” The crimson spikes of his hair stuck into the underside of her chin as he licked up her throat, kissed her jaw and bit at her earlobe, whispering. “Who’s side you think they gonna take?” Humming as he watched another fat tear run down her cheek. “You go to the teachers, they ask for proof, something you still don’t have because there is none. And even if they did believe you... no saying they’d do anything about it. I’m destined to be a billboard hero. Do you really think they’ll throw all that away on some ditz from general studies?” Question after question, answer after answer, each one another stab and twist of the rusty blade in her hope. “Think again.” With her shirt open she witnessed him morph his hand into sharp rock, a jagged finger burrowing beneath the bridge of her bra and cutting the thick fabric loose, now fully exposed to his mouthful of teeth and slobbering tongue. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s not how the world works, Sweetheart.”

She closed her eyes, clamped them shut, but it only helped her feel all his entitled actions even more, how he moved, rightfully, regardlessly, without regret or remorse. She swore she could feel him pulsating against her, his cock pumping against her swollen clit, where she could argue that the rip of him tearing apart her skirt was the loudest noise she’d ever heard in her life.

“And perhaps it ends there, but I know you. You continue, trying to make anyone believe you, eventually ending up in management for crazy obsessed fanatic fangirls -of which I have many- or you give up.” His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, fingers tweaking the other breast with boyish greediness. “Either way, you end up missing. With no friends to bother coming to find you, thinking that your delusional ass offed yourself, when in reality...”

Large hand curling around her neck, squeezing as he rose to look down at her, rock his hips to allow his cock more friction, sliding up and down between her thighs, bobbing against her stomach, thrumming and spilling thick whiteness, dripping and smearing onto her skin.

“You’re right back here with me.”

Her heart skipped, seemed to stop, everything seemed to stop. His words hung poised, forgetting how to drop, like dust settling, lingering about the air as she looked up at him, thinking he looked like the onset of hell, like a demon, his hair like horns, his eyes like hellfire, and those teeth, those sharp unforgiving teeth.

“You see, if you don’t give, I will take.” He juggled her head with the tight grip he had on her jaw, playing with her as his other hand swept through her delicate sensitive folds, made her cringe, try and shimmy away, all to his disgusting amusement shown in the snaggletooth that hooked over his lip as he smirked a grim curled line. “And right now it looks to me like I might just have to show you just how defenseless you are to stop me.” His digits wiggled inside her, and she whined into her panties as she sucked on them, her eyes clinging to the dangerous heat simmering inside his. “Aww see? You’re already getting so wet. Your body sure knows who it belongs to, I’m sure you will too, very soon.”

#yandere eijiro kirishima #yandere kirishima #yandere eijiro #yandere eijirou #yandere kirishima eijiro #yandere red riot #kirishima smut #yandere kirishima eijiro #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha kirishima #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijirou kirishima imagine #eijirou x you #bnha eijirou #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere bnha

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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All my kitty!lino AUs

Warnings: prostitution, slavery.

AU 1:

minho is a prized breeding kitty that you're hired to guard as he is a very rare and pure breed and having him breed other pure kitties makes for very profitable offspring

as a result of being treated like royalty all his life, he's super rude to you, a common guard dog

he's always snarky with you and he never listens and you have enough of it one day

you push him down to the floor, your teeth grazing against his delicate neck, showing him that you were not someone to be trampled on

"that's right. you have nothing to say now, brat." you growl, sitting up to look at the frightened kitty

but as you sit back, your ass comes into contact with his boner

arching an eyebrow, you smirk and roll your hips over his clothed dick "now what do we have here?"

minho stays silent, frowning but not making any attempt to push you off

"don't tell me you like this." you tease him, grinding against him harder and pulling breathy little moans from his pouty lips "kitty likes it when I'm mean to him?"

"Yeah you like that pretty kitty? Are you gonna make a mess in your pants for me? Good boy."

you make him cum like that without even touching his dick

minho is shameless after that brazenly getting on your nerves so you'd punish him

he gets so needy that now you're getting him off on the daily, letting him hump your thighs to get off while you degrade him

his insatiable need would be bad enough but now he's outright refusing to breed the cat hybrids anymore

no matter how many times you try to convince the stubborn idiot that he's going to draw attention and ruin you both, he still refuses

until finally you make a deal with him that you'll have sex with him if he continues breeding the cats

he's not fully convinced. why would he waste his seed on other women when you were right there?

"because I'm not your kind, you stupid cat."

but minho doesn't care. all he cares about is getting to breed you

"Fuck you're burning up. Are you going into heat over this? Dumb little kitten thinks he can put babies in my belly."

your words only make him fuck you harder as if he could do it if he tried hard enough

AU 2:

he's the prince's very picky kitty, rarely is a cat good enough for him. he rarely mates at all and the prince doesn't understand it one bit

one day they're walking around shopping in the bazaar when lino catches a whiff of your scent. he follows it to a shady part of the market that he never saw before

that's when he sees you standing there with a heavy chair around your neck and a cheap transparent dress over your body

out of nowhere a short disgusting man appear and he asks him if he wants to see your tits. it's only for a couple of coins

minho shouldn’t say yes. He has a whole harem of much better bred pussies for him to pick and choose from. He didn’t need to pay a disgusting man to see the body of some nameless mongrel

yet here he was hanging the slimey man the coins

the man all but rips your bodice open, eager to please the rich hybrid.

Minho feels an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. His mouth waters at the sight of your full breasts on display for him and he finds himself moving forward to touch, but the man steps in.

“The silver was to see not to touch. Three if you want to touch.”

Minho grunts and gives him what he wants. you don't seem impressed by him.

He cradles your breasts in his hands and leans down to pluck a pert nipple into his mouth, ear perked to the sound of your restrained gasp.

but then he hears the prince calling for him and he rips himself away from you and wipes his mouth harshly, panting as if he was under a spell.

Gulping, he spares your half naked form one last glance before he’s retreating towards his owner. As he slips back into the main room he hears the vendor call after him smugly, “We’ll be waiting for you, my lord.”

He does come back, this time more worked up than last time as he couldn't go to sleep thinking about you and he was reduced to getting himself off multiple time throughout the night just to cool down

his owner catches him this time though. "So this is why you were so eager to come back even though you hate the market. I gotta say I'm surprised by your taste." The prince grins. "Did you mount her yet?"

Minho blanches, feeling humiliated at being caught "of course not. I would never defile myself with such a mongrel."

The prince arches an eyebrow. "It's okay minho. Sometimes you need to slum it down a little. I get that urge too. Cheap prostitutes like her have their draw."

The prince grabs you and pushes her over a table, pulling your skirt up. "Come on kitty. Take her. I know you're dying to."

minho's hesitation evaporate when he sees your pussy exposed and waiting for him. he quickly comes up beind you, pushing his length into you even though you weren't wet. it's uncomfortable but it's not the first time a man shoves his dick into your pussy without bothering to get you wet

it's over soon anyway, the spoiled cat getting overwhelmed by your tight walls and ends up cumming embarrassingly fast. He stumbles away, watching his cum drip from your fucked out hole.

"We'll take her."

Minho looks at him shocked. "I finally have something for my precious pet to fuck. You're so picky."

AU 3:

You were standing outside the gymnasium for a quick smoke when a voice slurs behind you. "Where is your little boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes, already fed up with the boy that is talking to you.

"What, he couldn't stand the thought of fucking you tonight so he ran away?"

You narrow your eyes at him. How did he know you were planning to give your virginity to your Hyunjin tonight? If he had shown up that is.

You don't even know what minho's deal is. He wasn't always like this. You remember a time long, long ago when the two of you were friends. He was so nice and sweet to you when you first met as kids. But then suddenly out of nowhere he turned on you for absolutely no reason.

"Tell me, mutt. What was he gonna give you so he could get between your legs? A pack of cigarettes?" Oh yeah, that’s why. He looks down on you for not being a purebred like him.

You huff the smoke in his face in agitation, still ignoring him.

"Aw, don't be sad. If he won't do it, I can rise to the occasion. Just tell me how much." He goads you. You throw the cigarette to the ground, violently snuffing it out with your heels when an idea pops into your head.

Looking up at him, you reply simply. "50k."

"W-what?"

"You're so fucking obsessed with my sex life so you must really want me. So yeah I'll give it to you for 50k."

"You're a crazy bitch."

you were just messing with him. and he worked. he left you alone

what you never expected was for him to show up the next day at your door, shoving a heavy suitcase into your arms

"what's this?"

"50k." He mumbles.

“Is this a joke?”

“You said you’d give it to me for 50k.” He explains flatly, looking everywhere except at you.

you walk towards him. "You really are a sick pervert, aren't you? Buying my virginity?"

He stays silent, looking at the ground so you grab his jaw and force him to look at you.

"You're not in control. I am. Got it?" You sneer, and he stares for a second, processing that you’re actually agreeing to go through with this, then he nods enthusiastically.

AU 4:

you're a dog hybrid and he's a cat hybrid. He's been kissing you secretly since long ago

You know it's wrong but you like it so you keep it a secret. and you always get so jealous when his heat comes and he goes away to fuck someone else.

When he comes back he's apologetic and spends days trying to make you forgive him. He shouldn't have to. He's not yours.

You touch yourself while you're sleeping next to him a lot. He pretends he doesn't know but it drives him insane

He's waits till you have your first heat. You're supposed to be given to chan but he convinces you not to let your owner know telling you he'll take care of you

You know this is forbidden but you let him fuck you because you're in love with him.

"Oppa this is too much."

"Shh baby take it. You've teased me long enough."

He cums in you but doesn't pull out so he can fuck you more. He's been training himself for this in order to satisfy you.

You get overwhelmed and he laughs at how cute you are. ask him to kiss you so he does

"What a cutie. All mine."

"Open your mouth." He lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth and you obediently open up and take it like you've been taught. He groans and kisses you softly. You whine in his mouth as he fucks you again.

"Not gonna go to that mutt right baby? Only I get to do this to you."

AU 5:

he's the queens pet and you're the leader of a mercenary group the queen has hired to fight a battle for her

he immediately takes an interest in you and follows you around thinking that he's slick

In the beginning, his infatuation was merely amusing to you as you took to teasing him whenever you got the chance--cornering him when the princess wasn't looking and whispering filthy things in his ear. It was both easy and fun to work up the needy kitten.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to walk in on you while you were fucking one of your own hybrids, Chan. The big wolf tended to get rowdy so you were often rough with him to keep him under control, and well that's how the masochistic hybrid liked it too.

You expected him to be terrified of you after that, he certainly looked the part, but he surprised you by coming to you teary eyes and whimpering pleas so moving that you couldn’t resist giving him whatever he asked for, which was badly worded and clueless seeing as he had never been in any kind of physical relationship before.

He’s never done something like this before. His owner, the queen, kept him on a tight leash, untouched and forever pure. He had been taking suppressants ever since his very first heat and, before he met you, he had barely remembered what it was like to feel that painfully delicious pang of pleasure in his belly.

He holds onto you as you pleasure him, one hand fisted in your clothes and the other wrapped around your wrist as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him. If you were to look at his expression, you would think that you were hurting him, a small frown on his face as he whines and whimpers.

You stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers, finding it hot to the touch. “What is it, kitten?”

“It hurts.” He sobs.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it go away.” You almost feel guilty for purposefully prolonging his pain, the stimulation you give his cock designed to make him reach the edge at the slowest possible pace, but the truth is you weren’t sorry at all.

“You know, kitten, you should come with me when I leave. I’ll hide you until we’re out of the castle walls. Your princess won’t even realize you’re missing until it’s too late, and when you’re with me, every moment will be filled with pleasure. I’ll take care of you like she never did. I’ll show you a whole world of pleasure. How does that sound, kitty?” You seduce as your thumb flits over his weeping slit, distracting him and seducing him. “Hmm, you wanna come with me?”

“I--I’m not--I don’t know.” He answers nervously, his brain too hazy especially as you finally speed up your strokes, jumbling up all his thought process.

“Don’t think too much, kitten. Don’t you want to feel good?” You purr, tightening your fist around his cock to give him more pleasure.

“Yes, but--”

“No buts, darling. Don’t you wanna be a good kitten for Master?” You ask, referring to yourself and he gasps, his cock jumps in your hand. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”

“No!” He cries, shaking his head from side to side, but there is no denying the way his stomach tightens and his hips buck off the bed as his orgasm approaches and his primal senses take over. “I can’t take it! Please, help me. I can’t--”

His seed splatters across his abdomen as he cums, and you talk him through it. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Let it all out. Good kitten.”

you ruin him so thoroughly that he gives into her and lets her fuck him in front of the queen herself

"Lino stop that! You sound like a common whore."

"I can't help it. Mistress… is making me burn up." "Ah fuck." He keens

"Your precious kitten is getting fucked regularly, that’s why he sounds like that. He’s nothing but a loose slut right now. I fucking ruined him. Isn’t that right, kitten?"

"Hah... touch my cock." He drools on the sheets under him and you laugh, grabbing his cock from underneath and starting to milk him. “See? Just a dumb slut.”

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A/N: one of these will most likely get a proper fic but I couldn’t keep these to myself

#stray kids smut #minho smut #sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!reader

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nakachuchu · 3 years

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Pillow Princess | Sub!Puppy!Sakusa Kiyoomi

SYNOPSIS: Beast-person AU - Your puppy humps your pillow for some relief while you're at a meeting.

READER: female

INCLUDES: pillow humping, pillow grinding, handjob, ball fondling, overstimulation, pet/owner, pet/mistress, princess nickname, femdom, sub/dom

WORDS: 1117

WRITTEN: 04/18/2021

NOTES: Once again, I blame @dilfhub for my puppy boy brain rot, but also @bummie *lipbite* this is for you

Kiyoomi was your adopted Cavalier King Charles spaniel puppy. He was a handful at times, but it was mainly due to how needy he was.

He was also a perfectionist and you often called him your princess because he needed to be clean at all times.

He was your first dog ever, so you were expecting him to be rowdy like all the horrible puppy stories you heard online and through friends.

When you were first planning on cutting his nails, you were dreading it because you were afraid he'd be squeamish and bark.

To your surprise, he stayed still and let you cut his nails. He even made you file them. You were shocked that he knew what a nail filer was, and because he was still too young to understand, he simply gestured toward it.

"Morning, princess," you greeted. "I'll be home soon, all right? I just have a short meeting today. Food's on the table and you remember how to turn on the television, right?"

He nodded, licking your fingers as you scratched his chin.

He may have been a prim and proper princess who hated germs, but he liked your germs. You smiled and slipped on your shoes to go to work.

"Don't open the door for any strangers, okay? Bye, love you," you said as you opened the door and walked out, locking it behind you before starting your day.

The tag on his collar jingled as he stretched and walked to your room and laid down on your bed.

You didn't mind that he came onto your bed because of how clean he was. You made sure to brush his fur and check for fleas every day. Even if you didn't, he would have made you anyway.

He liked how you smelled, and when you were gone for work, he missed you. He was a rather independent puppy, but it didn't mean he didn't want your attention even if he acted like that most of the time.

He buried himself under your covers, and he didn't know it at the time, but he was unconsciously building a little nest of your blankets and pillows. He even crawled out of bed to take out your clothes from your drawers to build a wall on the bed.

He was your first pup so there was no way you knew about ruts. The thought of pets going through ruts never even crossed your mind when you were looking through adoption sites and various websites with the headlines of "How to take care of a puppy" or "Top ten things to know when adopting a puppy for the first time."

Hell, even Kiyoomi didn't know about ruts. He didn't know what the hell he was feeling. All he knew was that he missed you and your bed was doing things to him.

He was surrounded by your scent and your soft, fluffy blankets. You even had pink satin pillows that were so silky and smooth.

He whimpered at the feeling of your pillow brushing up against his twitching cock. He shrugged the oversized t-shirt off his body. He didn't even like clothes. You just forced him to wear them because it was good manners or something.

He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he held onto your satin pillow and rubbed it against his cock. His pre-cum smeared all over it and he panted and huffed at the smell of his cum mixed with your scent.

You taught him how to use the phone a while back just in case anything happened, and him humping your pillow was definitely something but he couldn't think straight.

He wasn't stupid, but god, your pillow felt too good. He was so dizzy and he was so hot but he didn't want to kick your blanket off him because you smelled so good.

"Nngh—"

His cum spurted out onto your pillow and he whimpered. His hips couldn't stop moving. He worked himself through his orgasm, groaning and whining out your name as his cock hardened again.

By the time he came for the third time, you had arrived back home from your meeting. You opened the door and walked in, expecting to see Kiyoomi on the couch watching television as he usually was.

You took off your shoes and set your stuff down by the door before walking around the house, looking for him.

You walked into your back and could hear his whimpers and see him moving underneath the blanket fort he built.

"Princess? Kiyoomi?" you questioned as you walked toward the blanket fort and pulled the blanket off.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his trembling and shuddering body, cum spurting out from his cock and onto your pillow.

You could see a puddle of his cum forming on your satin pillowcase, both dry and fresh. He whimpered, eyes full of tears as he sniffled and looked up at you.

"M-Mistress," he cried out.

He felt humiliated that he cried out for you and that you caught him completely naked, humping your pillow that you slept on each night.

He would have rather kept his pride intact, but his cock was hard again, purple and aching for attention.

Your face morphed into pity and sadness at the sight of your cute puppy so desperate for you.

You took off your pants and panties, then crawled onto the bed and pushed him down onto his back. You straddled his cute tummy with your back facing him.

You fisted his cock with one hand while your other hand fondled his full balls. He cried out, filed nails digging into your thighs.

"There, there, Princess. I'll make you feel good," you reassured.

He panted heavily, tongue lolling out from his mouth as you began to move your hips, grinding your clit across his warm tummy.

You hummed as you moved your hand up and down, thumb swiping over the glob of pre-cum collecting from the head of his cock.

"Ah—Nngh—"

His back arched off the bed, making you slide down and grind your clit against his abdomen. You moaned softly as you squeezed his cock. A load of cum shot out, spurting onto his leg and your hands.

"AH—M-Mistress—"

"Mhm, it's okay, Princess. I'll milk you nice and dry until you feel better, okay?"

He whimpered and nodded, even though you couldn't see him. His body twitched and thrashed as you continued to milk him dry.

"Nngh—"

You could hear his tail thrashing around, thumping against the bed as he came again, globs of cum slipping through your fingers.

You chuckled. "How do you feel, Princess?"

All he could manage to say came out in mumbles and whines.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #Sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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rocorambles · 3 years

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A Skulk of Foxes

Pairing: Kita x Reader

Prompt: Fantasy

Genre: SFW, Fluff, Fox Shifter Kita, Fantasy AU, Shifter AU

Summary: You moved to the woods to start fresh, begin a new chapter in your life. Little do you know just how much your world is about to change because of a skulk of foxes.

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s SFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. (Masterlist goes live Thursday, October 29th 11:00pm U.K. time!)

You sigh with relief when you finally finish unpacking the last box of your possessions, stretching your aching muscles as excitement finally begins to bubble inside of you when you proudly look at your new home you’ve made for yourself. Reality is finally sinking in and your giddy with the feeling of a fresh start, a new beginning. The quaint little cabin is certainly different from the cramped modern apartment you had in the heart of Tokyo, but different is exactly what you need and you nestle into the cozy armchair by the window in your new living room, a cup of hot tea in your hands as you enjoy the silence of nature and the view of swaying branches.

If anyone were to have told you that you’d willingly choose to live in the middle of the woods by yourself a few years ago, you would have laughed. You were a city girl through and through and the idea of not being surrounded by the noise of traffic and crowds of people was baffling. But after your long-term relationship had taken a nosedive into the ground and crash and burned, suddenly the city felt suffocating, filled with too many memories, too many mutual acquaintances and when you had seen this listing on your way back home from work one night, you had jumped at the opportunity to escape it all and start a new chapter.

Your new way of life takes some adjusting to, but you don’t mind as you pull on your new hiking boots, eager to explore the acres of wooded lands you’re surrounded by. The air is crisp and fresh, and you inhale deeply, soaking in the peaceful quiet only interrupted by the crunching of dirt and grass under your feet. And that’s how your days idle by, you scoping out the area in the early mornings as the sun is rising with your trusty nature handbook you’d bought in one hand, a basket in the other hand as you look back and forth between the herbs and plants you see and the painted illustrations and tips in the book, returning with a bundle of freshly picked produce before signing onto your work computer and dutifully putting in your hours. It’s a tiring grind, but when you finally get to power down your laptop and sit outside under the bright night stars with a glass of wine in your hand, it doesn’t seem so bad after all.

You get savvier and more adventurous, really leaning into country living as you begin to grow your own vegetables and fruit, set up a fire pit, plant flowers that you use to spruce up your living space. It’s a wonderful life, but there’s only one slight concern in the back of your mind.

The foxes.

Growing up in the city, you’d never learned how to handle animals other than the rats and roaches the concrete jungle was infested with. Sure, you love your share of fluffy dogs and cats that you’d pet and play with, but there’s a big difference between domesticized pets and wild animals and you had noticed early on that your neck of the woods seemed to be rampant with foxes. You wonder if it’s just the fact that you’d never seen a fox in real life before, but you can’t help but think these foxes seem much larger than your usual fox, their fur and eye colors ranging far more than you thought was biologically possible. But even though they seem to like hovering around you and watching you intently from a distance, they never draw near and they leave your gardens alone, so you dismiss their presence, letting them do as they please as you go about your own business.

The weather’s getting colder and you figure now is the time to test the fire pit you’d built. It takes a bit of fumbling around, but you beam with pride when you get a flame started, mesmerized by the flickering light and warmth beginning to billow. And although the wind has a bite to it, the radiating heat keeps you comfortable as you roast the chicken you had bought in town, mouth already watering as the smell of cooked meat begins to permeate throughout the air. But you’re startled when two furry bodies suddenly brush up against you and you stay perfectly still, unsure what to do when a gold fox leaps into your lap, curling into a fluffy ball as he stares at you while a silver fox calmly sits next to you, nudging your hand with his head in a silent order to pet him and you tentatively scratch behind his ears, staring in awe as he leans into your touch.

For wild animals, they’re oddly well behaved and affectionate and you’re frankly stunned that they hadn’t just pounced at the raw meat and ran away with your dinner. But you’re not complaining and you continue petting them as your meal continues cooking, only stopping to their dismay when the chicken is ready to be cut up. Your heart breaks a bit when you see them staring expectantly at you and you swear they're both pouting as you make a move to bring the chicken inside the house, but their ears perk up when you leave your door open and beckon them inside and they’re quick to race towards you, rushing between your legs before making their way to your dining table and jumping up on the extra chairs you have set. It’s certainly an odd sight to see two large wild foxes easily make themselves at home, but you can’t help but fondly smile at them when you prepare three plates of food and they eagerly dig in.

They’re surprisingly neat about eating and it’s almost eerie how they seem to purposefully keep the scraps and bones on their plate, almost human-like the way they grab your napkin, using it to wipe their mouths and paws. Maybe they used to be someone’s pets? But you don’t dwell on it, enjoying the company they provide as they curl up by your feet as you wash the dishes, as their feet pitter-patter after you as you do some errands around the cabin and you’re almost sad when they nudge you to the door, waiting for you to let them out before you go to sleep.

You quickly realize there’s nothing to be sad about, not when you have a furry entourage that walks beside you whenever you’re outside, not when bodies are weaving in between your legs, almost threatening to trip you with how excited they are to play with you, not when heads are constantly butting against you, begging for pets. It seems like your two friends had spread the word and now you have a whole slew of friendly foxes wanting to get to know you better and you love every second of it, even building a little door for them to easily walk in and out of your cabin and it becomes a common occurrence for you to wake up to fluffy bodies curled around your body, for foxes to be perched on your dining room chairs at meal times, for you to have a lap full of needy foxes wanting your attention when all your bellies are full.

But there’s one fox who keeps his distance from you and even though he’s not the largest of the bunch, even you can sense the quiet authority he has as the other foxes are quick to lower their heads submissively and run to him when he barks at them. Even the golden fox who you’ve come to pinpoint as the troublemaker of the group seems to quiet down a bit around him and one day when he’s being just a tad too rowdy with you, nipping you harder than usual as he excitedly pounces on you, he immediately whines and sinks his head into the crook of your neck in apology when the light gray leader harshly growls at him. You affectionately pet the sad gold pile in your arms and verbally assure the gray fox that you’re fine even though you’re sure that he can’t understand a word you’re saying, but to your surprise, as if he comprehends exactly what you’re trying to convey, the gray fox relaxes a bit and lies back down, going back to quietly watching his pack and you.

The weather’s becoming frigid and you know it’s silly to worry about clearly healthy and strong wild animals who’ve fended for themselves their whole lives, but you can’t help the pang of concern you have for your furry friends as snow begins to creep in. However, in hindsight, maybe you should have been more concerned for yourself. It’s an especially brutal day and you really shouldn’t be outside at all, not with the wind whipping at neck breaking speeds and torrential amounts of snow pouring down, but like a true city idiot, you’d procrastinated about restocking your wood supply and now with nothing left to keep you warm, you have no choice but to venture out and collect as much as you can to at least keep a fire going on during the worst of the snow storm.

You pride yourself on knowing the woods like the back of your hand now, but the pain of the wind whipping your face and the never ending white in your vision as the snow keeps on coming down makes it hard to concentrate, makes it hard to orient yourself and as the frost begins to get to you, making you shiver, making you lose all train of thoughts other than the fact that you’re literally freezing to death, you panic. You’re frozen stiff as you wildly circle around, trying to calm the swirling dark thoughts in your head as you try to make sense of where you are, but it’s no use. Everything looks the same now and you think you might be sick from the rocketing anxiety inside of you, but you’re pulled back to reality by a harsh tug at your coat sleeve and you almost sob in relief when you see a familiar light gray pelt tipped with black.

Brown eyes look imploringly at you as he gives your sleeve another harsh tug and that’s all the encouragement you need to stumble after him, trusting him to bring you back to safety. Your legs are numb and there’s not a hint of grace in your steps and for a second, you’re afraid of falling behind, but your heart warms at the way he makes sure to never be more than an arm's length in front of you, always turning his head back to make sure you’re still right behind him, nipping insistently at you when you pause for too long. And even when you finally reach your cabin, he practically shoves you through your door with his whole body, almost ripping your clothes as he rapidly helps you remove your soaked through clothing.

You’re shocked to see him still standing outside your bathroom door when you finally step out of the warm water, but still overwhelmed and exhausted by the day’s events, you only briefly acknowledge him as your body barely makes it to your bed before collapsing. And as your eyes shut and you slip under a heavy cloud of sleep, you swear you feel arms and hands rearranging you, carefully tucking you underneath your blankets, propping your head up on a pillow. You swear you hear a male voice scolding you for putting yourself in danger, telling you to rest. But too exhausted to open your heavy lids, you chalk it up to your imagination before completely drifting off.

You’ll never be able to fully explain what happened as you finally wake up only to find that a fire has been started, a healthy supply of dry wood set up by it, your wet clothes hung up to dry, but unable to really remember much after you’d been guided back to your cabin, you think you must have just been working on auto-pilot before you passed out. (Never mind that you certainly don’t remember collecting that much wood.) But with no better explanation, you let it be, just glad to be safe and warm. And it seems like you’re not the only one happy to still see you alive and kicking as familiar visitors come by to check in on you and you have a strange suspicion that they’re worried about you, even the gold fox being more docile than usual as he cuddles with you. To your surprise, their leader also pays you a visit and you can’t help but feel chastised when you thank him for rescuing you, only to get a sharp nip and a growl in return and you swear he’s glowering at you. But it seems that all is forgiven when he shoves the gold fox out of your lap and regally takes his place, curling up and falling fast asleep on top of you.

They never let you leave your cabin alone again that winter and it’s almost comical when they let out a series of howls as you climb into your car when you refuse to let even one of them ride with you. You wonder if an outsider would think you’re crazy as you speak to them, telling them you’d be right back after you pick up some much needed supplies and food from town that you can’t get by yourself in the woods. But eventually they quiet down and you chuckle when you see them all sitting outside your cabin through your rear car window, watching you leave, and you have a strong suspicion that they’ll be in the same exact position waiting for you when you return home.

The town’s small, but everyone’s so friendly and helpful that you don’t mind waiting a tiny bit longer in line as the sole cashier takes care of everyone, enjoying the friendly chitter chatter and catching up on what’s been going on. The sheriff greets you and you smile at the handsome man. Daichi had been one of the first people to go out of his way to greet you. “It’s a sheriff’s duty to know everyone in town,” he had said, but you had a feeling that sheriff or not, he’d still be friendly enough to try and get to know the new person in town. Conversation is pleasant as both of you share what’s been going on in your lives, but your heart drops when he warns you to be careful of poachers in your area. His team is still trying to find and arrest them, but until then, he cautions you from wandering too far from home. He continues rambling on, but you’ve completely tuned him out, your mind only thinking of your new furry family and everything is a blur as you shakily pack your car trunk and race home.

Relief floods through you when you see the foxes still lazing about and lounging in your yard, perking up at the sight and sound of your rapidly approaching vehicle. But their fur stands up and their tails rise in agitation at your distressed state as you usher them into the safety of your cabin and before you know it, you’re surrounded by multiple bodies whimpering and trying to jump on you to soothe you. You know it’s silly to talk to them and try to explain what’s going on, but with no other way to relay your feelings, you tell them what Daichi had told you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes when you beg them to be careful, telling them they can use your house as a safe shelter whenever they need, and you don’t even realize that you’re almost completely sobbing until their light gray leader leaps into your lap and gently laps away your salty tears, nuzzling his face against your cheek as if he’s trying to comfort you. And whether or not that’s really what he was intending, you do feel better as you hug his large body close to you, burying your face into his soft fur.

You feel lighter after that night, still a little wary and concerned for your newfound friends, but days pass and life seems normal. You don’t hear gunshots. You don’t see strange men roaming through the woods. Daichi and you keep in contact and although he tells you they still haven’t caught the perpetrators yet, slight hope rises in you and you wonder if they’ve moved on to a different area. But your hopes are instantly dashed when you’re abruptly woken by paws frantically clawing at you, loud distressed howls right in your ear and with your heart thumping out of your chest you stare with wide bleary eyes at the gold and silver foxes nudging you out of bed, one leading the way, the other repeatedly rushing you, his head pushing against the back of your legs.

You have a bad feeling about what has them in such an uproar and you hate that your apprehension was warranted when you see their leader crying in pain, an ugly sharp metal contraption digging deeply into one of his front legs and suddenly you’re moving even faster than your furry companions as you lunge towards him, quickly, but carefully trying to assess the damage, trying to figure out how to untangle him from the horrid trap. You’ve just managed to pry open the trap enough for him to free himself and limp a bit aways when you hear the sounds of men's voices and approaching footsteps. And there’s nothing friendly about the way they’re shouting, nothing welcoming about the glint of their guns in the flashlight beams bouncing around, so before you can even strategically think about what you’re doing, you pick up the injured fox, careful not to jostle or touch his wound as you run as fast as your legs can move, not stopping even when your lungs are burning from exertion, even when you want to keel over from exhaustion, urged on and not allowed to slow down by the nips to your ankles the gold and silver foxes give you as they run alongside you.

Gunshots are whizzing around you, but you have the knowledge of the terrain and expert guides on your side and the angry screams get quieter and farther away the longer you race forward before soon enough there’s only your labored breathing and the tiny cries of the fox you’re holding to your chest. But despite that, you don’t slow down, throwing your front door open as you slowly lay the gray fox on your bed, rushing to grab your first-aid box while simultaneously calling Daichi, putting him on speaker phone as you wash the bloody matted fur. You know you must sound frazzled, distracted as you fumble with words, trying to give him the best approximate location you can of where you’d lost the poachers while you tenderly pet the whimpering fox who’s hissing with every wipe you give to his bleeding injury, but you thank whoever’s listening that Daichi makes sense of your stuttered words and tells you he’s on his way to scan the area and for you to get some rest before hanging up and leaving you to give your sole attention to your patient.

You whisper sweet encouraging words in a soft tone, apologizing and stroking his stomach everytime he winces as you continue cleaning his wound, but he stays perfectly still, not budging even an inch despite his discomfort and when you finally bandage him up, you smile as you see him finally slumping into your bedsheets, exhaustion finally catching up to him now that adrenaline isn’t amping him up and you can’t help the affectionate kiss you plant on his forehead as you tuck him into your bed, unaware of the way brown eyes stare at you in shock, unblinking as they process the intimate gesture you’d gifted him. And when you get ready for bed, shooing the other foxes out of your room to give your special guest some space and peace to fully relax, you’re still oblivious to the way a wet snout tentatively returns your gesture when you close your eyes, making light contact with your own forehead before curling his furry head underneath your chin and basking in your natural warmth.

It’s warm when you wake up, which is welcome when it’s frigid outside of the safety of your blankets and you instinctively lean into the source expecting to feel the familiar plush fur of the foxes who come to share your bed sometimes. But your eyes shoot open when you feel warm skin underneath your fingertips and you have to fight back the scream when you come face to face with a man you don’t recognize who’s groggily opening his brown eyes, your body scrambling backwards. Tangled in the sheets, you don’t get far and fear lances through you as you stare wide-eyed at the stranger beside you who’s...panicking even more than you are?

You pause in your escape attempt as you take a closer look at the man who’s frantically wrapping your blanket around his bare body, brown eyes staring at you in fear which is strange considering this is your room he’s intruding in. Common sense tells you to be wary and yet there’s something familiar about his eyes and when you finally take note of his light gray hair tipped with black and the bandage around his arm, disbelief runs through you as you tentatively approach his huddled form.

“Are you- are you the fox I took care of?”

Brown eyes warily observe you as you draw near, but they widen in surprise when your hand gently runs through his hair and you give him the same sweet smile you’ve always given him when he was in his fox form.

“You’re not scared of me?”

You laugh. “If anything, I’m more surprised than anything else. Care to explain?”

And spurred on by the hope that the human he’s come to love might actually accept him for who he really is, he is quick to tell you everything and anything and you listen in amazement as he tells you about shifters, how him and his pack are all fox shifters, how there are different types of shifters all over the world, how they’re much more common than humans realize. He tells you his name, Kita, and the names of every fox shifter you’ve met. He tells you about the awful history of humans hunting them down to sell on the black market which has led them to live as foxes, deep in the woods, away from any living soul. He tells you about how you’re the first human his pack has interacted with for years, the first human to gain their trust after years of loneliness, never being able to access or connect with their human side.

There’s a brief moment of silence as you take everything in, still softly carding your fingers through his hair. But the lingering question in your head finally slips out.

“Why did you reveal yourself to me now?”

And your lips quirk at the shy flustered expression on his face as he buries deeper into your cozy blankets.

“I was too exhausted to keep my fox form after everything that happened last night.”

But before you can tease him a bit more, there’s a knock on your door and you panic, unsure how to explain the unknown man in your cabin. However, it seems that you have nothing to worry about when you spin around, only to see Kita’s fox form nonchalantly curled up in your bed, looking at you with his own smug amusement at your gaping mouth. You rush to the door, Kita padding after you, a slight limp from his front leg and upon seeing the sheriff through your peephole, you greet him, giddy with relief when he tells you that they’ve managed to apprehend all the poachers thanks to your tip last night.

It never crosses your mind how strange it was that Daichi so easily arrested all the men despite your extremely vague directions and despite it being pitch black, but unknown to you, it’s easier than you think to maneuver through the dense night woods when you have wings. However, Kita’s more perceptive than you and when he scents the air, he looks in interest at the man who smells like a crow and brown and black eyes lock for a second as a hint of acknowledgement runs through Daichi’s eyes when the shifter inside of him sees the fox for what he really is. But it’s only a fleeting glance, too quick for your human eyes to notice, and Daichi parts ways, subtly nodding to the fox who’s currently laying on your feet before waving goodbye to you, leaving Kita and you alone once again. Well, maybe not that alone, you think, as a group of familiar foxes come racing towards the both of you once Daichi is gone.

Life is chaotic, in a good way, but chaotic nonetheless after that. It’s a new dynamic for all of you as you try to merge your two worlds and ways of life together. It no longer phases you when you see glimpses of naked men running here and there as they shift between their human and fox forms and you’ve learned to always have spare sets of clothing on hand to quickly throw their way when they do decide to take their human shape for a spin. Atsumu has finally stopped whining about not being allowed to sleep in your bed with you anymore after Kita had put him in his place and your face goes hot when you remember exactly what had transpired during that conversation.

When you had found out they were shifters, you found yourself being a little more self-conscious and self-aware around them. It seemed unbecoming of a woman to be sharing the same bed or changing in front of foxes that turned into handsome men and soon Kita was the only one allowed in your bedroom. Atsumu had howled and complained the first night that Kita slipped into your bed next to you, demanding to also be let in, questioning why Kita was allowed to sleep with you, especially in his human form. And suddenly feeling like a parent who suddenly has to explain the birds and the bees to their child, you grow flustered, unsure how to broach the subject. But sensing your panic, a large hand gently grabbed your chin, turning you until you were facing the serious countenance that you’d come to love, and in front of the still wailing younger man, he had captured your lips in a searing kiss before pointedly looking at a suddenly silent Atsumu.

“That’s why,” he had calmly said, but before he could even fully voice those two words, Atsumu had quickly retreated, closing the door behind him and leaving the two of you alone.

The two of you had skirted around directly talking about what was going on between the two of you, but that kiss had officially sealed the deal and you both stay up late that night, talking about your future life together, as his mate, as your boyfriend and it seems like unsurprisingly, Atsumu has run his mouth off and the whole pack is there waiting to congratulate you two on finally getting together the next morning.

And now here you are, living in a recently expanded cabin, loud and full of bodies, both furry and human. You take a sip of your coffee, rolling your eyes as you hear the twins bicker, a slight smile on your face when you see Aran and Suna in their fox forms, napping on the couch, the others sprawled out here and there as they cook and eat breakfast. But it’s the strong arms that wrap around your waist from behind, the mouth stealing a sip from your piping hot mug before burying his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder that makes your heart flutter and you turn to kiss Kita, melting into his hold as you both survey your new family, your new home.

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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Modern!Wrecker as a Country Boy/Redneck head canons:

Here is my one over Echo, I plan on doing the rest later!

These are all based off @spaceydragons original post! Please check out their blog they have some rad ideas 😌💙

Okay so Wrecker would be the aggressive hard-core one of the group

By aggressive I mean "not afraid to get dirty, BUT would not even harm a fly."

He is very soft and isn't too fond of hunting. He loves wildlife too much to hurt it

One time you and him were hiking and he found a baby bunny and nearly started bawling because of how cute it was.

You and him often go on nature walks

If you know a lot about nature and explain things to him about it he will love you for 1000+ years.

He loves hearing your passions

He will pick you up to set you on tree branches for giggles. Unless your scared of heights, then he won't.

Be ready to go mudding because he loves it, with his big truck that can get out of anything because him and Tech customized it.

He will also love you forever if you bake pies

You often have to chase his away from the kitchen while they're cooling(yes, he gets his own pie. We spoil him in this household)

10/10 piggy back rides

Your feet are tired? Piggy back ride

You're sad? Piggy back ride

You're sick? Piggy back ride to the living room if you wanna lay on the couch because he will not let you do anything BUT sleep

Everyone thinks he's well- dumb, but he's actually really smart.

He may not be book smart, but he is street smart

He can fix vehicles like no other

He taught you everything you know about vehicles

Oh, you also better hope you aren't allergic to dogs because he comes home with a new one at least once a month

So be thankful tbb has a lot of land they own

When you two first start dating he's afraid you won't like how rowdy he can get, and how messy he can be, but you don't mind one bit and he loves you for it.

He saw you playing with Omega once and his heart melted. He thought he was going to combust with how adorable it was

Man will eat everything you cook

Even if it's the first time you made something and it didn't turn out great

He doesn't care, he will do anything to see that pretty smile of yours

Idkw but I feel like he asked you out by saying, "wanna be the cowgirl to my cowboy?" And everyone was astounded that 1. He overcame his awkwardness and thought of the line and 2. That you said yes.

Wrecker will never admit he heard Echo use it once at 79s

Wrecker loves picking you flowers, unless you have really bad allergies

Then he refrains and just points out the pretty ones that reminds him of you when you go on your walks.

When the two of you go to town he helps you pick out plants for the garden

He has his own flower garden and you cannot change my mind

But I feel like ladybugs frighten him

He got bit by a cornbug(they look like lady bugs) once when he was younger and it traumatized him

He likes watching the bees, but if they get too close he screams and runs inside

Same with wasps and spiders

Once he was attacked by a Pray Mantis and he has now decided he only likes butterflies and moths

He LOVES lifting you up to help you pick from the fruit trees 🥺🥺

If he sees you struggling to reach. Instead of reaching for you

He also loves swimming with you.

He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up, or sets you on his shoulders.

You often find him walking around with one of your hens under his arm.

He calls himself the chicken whisperer because only he can pick them up without them running away.

The two of you always win at the game chicken against his brothers and the 501st

Only time he's been jealous was when you paid more attention to a dog than you did him on one of his needy days

Other than that he's not really a jealous type. He trusts you

Oh, he also loves tractors and will take you for rides in them

Tractor rides can occasionally get steamy as well iykyk

He has ptsd and nightmares from the war and you are always what calms him

Even just your gentle breaths and presence in his arms while you sleep next to him is enough to calm him down.

He gave Lula to Omega, so for his birthday you made him a Lula 2.0 out of an old dress/shirt of yours and an old flannel of his. The dress/shirt was one of his favorites that you wore, but it was old and ripping so you put it to good use.

If you guys get a place of your own you occasionally steal Omega, and Cuts kids on weekends because you and Wrecker are the best Aunt/Uncle and Uncle

This man will sing to you out of the blue and is a really good singer. I don't make the rules

Man makes you blush after he's been working outside for a while 😳

Oh, you also get to borrow his oversized shirts and flannels

He also will save up money to buy you matching bracelets or necklaces

He would get a locket with you in it so he always has you by his heart 😌

In conclusion. He is a wholesome man, looking for a lover who would get muddy with him.

I could write more but it is currently 1am 😭

I might make another post for more ideas later or just write him a small drabble for wholesome purposes

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apollostears · 4 years

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Mark Tuan bf!headcanons

Fandom: GOT7

Pairing: Mark Tuan x black!reader

Warning(s): cursing and some spicyness

Creator: maya

A/N: Mark’s birthday is today (in Korea) andddd I wanted to write him a little something something because this is the loml!

*gif not mine*

so mark asked you out, but it was hella awkward. like mans was blushing as he approached you! hadn’t even opened his mouth and looked like a hot chili pepper.

baby is a quiet and reserved person most of the time, choosing to observe and listen rather than talk, so he’d be good at reading your moods.

feeling like setting the world on fire? he’s the extinguisher. feeling soft? he’s there to keep you melting as you lay in his arms. omg i can’t 😭

if you’re a loud person, i don’t think mark would mind because he’s literally apart of GOT7 where BamBam, Yugyeom, AND Jackson exist. he can handle anything.

however...if you tried to get out of character with him just cause yo attitude rank, he quick to shut that shit down.

but on the other hand, he can be rambunctious and needy at the drop of a hat. it really depends on his overall mood.

y’all would be a really chill couple. probably preferring a couple of outdoor activities as dates and maybe having trivia night or something, at home.

he gives really awesome cuddles. like he can be playing the game and if you just climb in his lap, hugging him like a koala, he’ll just kiss you on your forehead and continue what he was doing.

he also likes it when you let him just lay his head on your chest or thighs or stomach and play in his hair. baby melts faster than a popsicle.

speaking of playing the game, you and that bitch gotta fight because she’s fighting for your number one spot. buttt mark isn’t always playing the game, so it’s never really been a problem. plus, whenever he’s playing you are usually doing your own thing.

the only time it is a problem is when your time of the month is here and you’re either irritated with everything or soft as fuck all the time. that’s when you want mark’s attention the most and he knows better than to do otherwise, especially when you’re irritated with everyone.

mark loves your natural hair.

he loves seeing you in poofs or just a pineapple. and if you can braid (i can’t) he loves when you incorporate them into your poofs or ‘fros.

if you get braids with different colors, he will definitely try and make y’all’s outfits coordinate with your hair color. not in a way that’s obvious, but in a way that compliments you.

you into wigs? he will start you a wig collection simply because you treat your wigs like he treats his games and you support his gaming habits, so he supports your wig collection. (make his pockets hurt).

PLEASE teach him how to wash your hair!!! you usually do washdays alone and sometimes mark is around to help pass you something, but he’s never actually done it and he really wants to.

his hands are surprisingly gentle as he works the shampoo through your scalp and rinse you out. you damn near fell asleep and he wanted to let you, because you looked so peaceful, but he woke you up and helped you add product.

when it comes to PDA, mark isn’t one to really do it but he does hold your hand or have an arm around your waist. he likes to feel you close to him.

when you meet his parents you were sooo nervous. i’m talking borderline bought to throw up. mark was actually concerned for you and offered to cancel, but you told him no and pushed through.

update: his parents (and siblings) loved you and his dad is so precious 😭✨

speaking of family, you met the dogs: milo and coco.

coco saw you as a threat, nooo cap. she growled at you every time she looked at you. youngjae had to stop you from yeeting their dog because she almost peed on you.

eventually, she started seeing you as an ally and warmed up to you. especially once she saw that you could easily convince mark to give her more treats.

milo was very excited upon meeting you and had been up on you since the first time you met him. he was such a sweet puppy and loved to be held in your arms, sometimes making you and mark look like a married couple with their child.

switching gears, but when you finally met the boys (which was about month six of your relationship) it was like trying crack for the first time.

they kinda didn’t know how to act around you because mark angry 😡 of mark’s personality and maybe you wouldn’t react well with rowdiness, but as SOON and i mean as SOON as you joined in on Bam and Yugyeom’s random dabbing moments, they knew you were the shit.

jackson likes to send ideas your way for his clothing line because you’re a fan of his and told him you had some ideas. he wants to make you a partner, but you told him no. that doesn’t stop him from paying you like an actual worker though.

you, jinyoung, and jb have a book club together and y’all read new stories once every two months. it’s pretty solid to the point where namjoon, shownu, changkyun, and a few other idols decided to join.

you and youngjae have a BUNCH of inside jokes. like the amount of times y’all just look at each other and laugh, it creeps the guys out sometimes. you always try to get a laugh out of him because it’s such a nice one and always cheers you up.

now, the dynamic trio. once bam and ygeom got a feel for your vibes, y’all were like the Harry Potter trio. anytime you three were together, chaos was to ensure.

those are moments where mark regrets his life choices, but then he sees you bonding with his brothers so well...it warms his heart 😣

eventually, the boys end up attached to you like your their girlfriend and markie no like that.

(i’ll probably make this a separate fic) butttt lets just say mark decides to fuck you in the practice room in front of the mirrors, right before the boys have practice, and all six of them mfer’s had to hear you moaning for their hyung.

(all they dicks were hard)

yeaah...it may or may not have activated a kink in all the boys including mark....

overall, your relationship with mark is God tier and so amazingly solid. that’s a forever mate right there.

#kmimagines #ambw imagines #kpop imagines #black!reader #got7 ambw #got7 x black!reader #got7 #got7 headcanons #mark tuan x black!reader #mark tuan headcanons #mark tuan x reader #mark tuan #mayawrites

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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sorry for potential angst, but maybe steve being reluctant to tell his birthday to others because he Hates celebrating it (to be fair, his family probably isn’t around to celebrate it) because his parents, surprisingly frugal, always gave him shit about Wanting things and probably think he grew out of needing presents a few years back, steve for once being told he’s mature bc he doesn’t mention his wishes. billy probably thinks it’s idk. “weird”? and learns soon practically nobody knows

modern solely for the opening part lmao

“Bill, what’s your password.”

Steve had Billy’s phone, was playing this stupid chicken game Billy had downloaded explicitly with Steve in mind.

“It’s my birthday.” Steve tapped it in quickly, kept playing the chicken name.

Billy furrowed his brow. He could not remember Steve’s birthday. Felt like such a shit for forgetting.

“Stevie, when’s your birthday?” Steve just shrugged noncommittally. “Steve.”

“You know. It’s in the year.” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Are you mad because I forgot?”

“You didn’t forget. I never told you.”

“But, like, why?”

“I just don’t really get the whole birthday thing. I don’t really tell people when mine is.”

“Can I know?” Billy put on his best puppy dog eyes.

“It’s in the winter. That’s all I’m giving you.” Billy tossed his head back, roaring to the ceiling, Steve raised an eyebrow at him.

“Not even a month?”

“Absolutely not.”

Steve always took about a thousand years in the shower, lived in a place where the hot water didn’t run out in twenty minutes.

The moment he heard the water turn on, Billy raced downstairs.

He had only ever been in this room once, had fucked Steve on the big oak desk.

He pushed open the door to Steve’s dad’s office, heading for the file cabinet in the corner.

He rifled through all the drawers, passing folders marked with work related things.

In the very bottom drawer, there was a file towards the back. Simply marked Steven Alexander.

Billy went through it. He found Steve’s school records, paid no attention to the grades that were always getting him yelled at.

He pushed past doctor’s records, laughed briefly at the discharge paperwork from Hawkins General when Steve had apparently run into a tree on his bike.

He rifled all the way to the back, and grabbed at the document.

He scanned over Steve’s birth certificate.

December 2, 2001.

He put it away, rushing back up the stairs, chanting twelve two oh one, twelve two oh one.

“Hey! Shitheads!”Billy jogged over to the little gaggle of kids, standing in the parking lot of the arcade. “Listen, I got an idea for Steve’s birthday.”

The kids just stared at him.

“Is it, coming up?” Mike asked slowly.

“Yeah, it’s next weekend.” Dustin furrowed his brows.

“How come I didn’t know that?”

“You, you didn’t?”

“No! Steve’s never said anything!” Dustin was getting all worked up. “I’ve known him for two of his birthdays! And he’s never said anything!”

“Okay, calm down, Little Buddy. We’re doin’ something for him now.”

It didn’t sit right in his gut that even the kids, even Dustin didn’t know Steve’s birthday.

“Is there anything special you want for your birthday?”

Steve was curled on his chest, playing with his necklace.

He stiffened when Billy spoke.

“My birthday isn’t for a while.”

“I know it’s this weekend.”

Steve sat up so quickly it gave Billy whiplash.

“Leave it alone, Billy. I don’t want anything.” His voice was cold, harsh.

“Baby, it’s your birthday. Of course you want something.”

“No. I don’t fucking want anything. It’s not allowed.”

And Billy could always tell when it wasn’t Steve talkin’ anymore. When it was his dad’s words tumbling out of his mouth.

“Why isn’t it allowed?” Billy kept his voice even.

“Because, because, money is earned, and when you earn money, you can spend it how you choose. I’m too old for gifts, anyway.” He was all over the place, no doubt years of his father berating him swirling around in his brain.

“It’s okay to want things. Especially on your birthday.” Steve was quiet. “When was the last time someone wished you a happy birthday?”

“When I was thirteen.” Steve was picking at the duvet.

“So, six years. Six years of nothing.”

“Look, I just grew out of it. My dad said I was mature for not being so needy.”

“One ‘a these days, your dad’s gonna get punched in the fucking face.”

“Don’t punch my dad.”

“I never said I was gonna do it.” Steve huffed a laugh, leaning back onto Billy, still a little tense. “It’s okay to ask for things. I want your birthday to be really special.”

“Then I just want a nice day with you. Nothing wild, you don’t even have to tell me happy birthday. I just want to spend the day with you.”

“Well, I can definitely make that happen for you.”

Billy woke Steve up on his birthday with a blow job.

Let Steve cum down his throat, and grinned at him when he came off.

“What was that for?”

“What, I need a reason to go down on you now?” Steve looked at him suspiciously.

“I said I didn’t want anything crazy for my birthday.”

“I literally blow you all the time. There was nothing special about it.” Steve just glared at him. “Whatever. Get your ass up. Make me breakfast.”

Billy flopped back down onto the bed, stretching like a lazy cat. Steve leaned over to kiss his forehead.

“That’s more like it.”

Steve had made them bacon and eggs while Billy brewed the coffee.

Steve glared at him as the doorbell rang.

“If that is people, coming over for a party-”

“Just open the goddamn door.” Billy gave him a light shove towards the entry hall as he finished his plate.

Steve rolled his eyes, sighing when he was all the kids clumped on his doorstep.

“Hello, Steve. What a perfectly ordinary day.” Steve stared blankly at Dustin. “We have come over, unannounced, on this purely mundane Saturday because we were racking our brains for something to do, and we figured you had no other plans on this boring day.”

“Layin’ it on a little thick, aren’t you?” But Steve ushered them all inside.

“Because it is so cold today, we wanted to have a movie day. With you.” Dustin was still speaking all stiff and practiced.

“Yeah? Just ‘cause?”

“Precisely.”

“Them I get to pick all the movies.”

He was delighted when the ids exchanged looks. None of them shared his movie taste, not even Billy liked his picks. But hey, if they were gonna make a big deal outta the birthday he had asked them to ignore, he was gonna make them sit through every spaghetti western he owns.

“Of course. As it is your home.” Dustin was speaking through gritted teeth.

“Great! Then we’ll start with A Fistful of Dollars.”

He heard them muttering to one another as he traipsed to the tv room, getting out blankets from the ottoman doubling as storage.

He was joined by all the kids later, settling into their usual places, Steve on Billy’s lap.

Everyone was quiet as they waited for whatever movie Steve had chosen, expecting something they would all quietly suffer through.

Steve laughed as they all breathed a collective sigh of relief watching Harrison Ford stroll on screen.

“Look, I appreciate you all not making a big deal. Wasn’t actually gonna torture you.” Billy kissed his cheek.

“We watchin’ all four?”

“There are only three Indiana Jones movies. I refuse to acknowledge the last one. It was so bad.”

“Fair enough, Pretty Boy.”

They settled back into the couch, Max slumped over the other end. El and Mike were sharing an armchair, which Steve kept averting his eyes from, and Dustin, Lucas, and Will had made a home for themselves on the floor.

It was a nice day, just the people he loved being rowdy and loud while watching movies all day, ordering pizza and making a mess.

It was the best birthday he thinks he’s ever had.

“Thank you, Bill. I know I said I didn’t want anything, but this was really nice.”

Billy kissed the top of his head.

“Anything for you, Sweet Thing.”

#steve LOVES westerns you CANNOT change my mind #and everyone else hates them lmao #Westerns are my shit #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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charlthotte · 3 years

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Breaking Through the Iron Wall - Aone Takanobu x Reader

Chapter 14

Rising on the cool Tuesday morning, I couldn't curtail a sense of joyous anticipation, as that very day I would leave for our practice match in Tokyo. However, as I scanned over the contents of my overnight bag - a tiny sliver of timorousness crept inside my mind: I simply couldn't help thinking of the worst. What if Shiro would leave us while we were away? Relentlessly, I tried to shrink those thoughts to the back of my head - but only to a slight avail, as that thought lingered, latched onto my fibres of being.

Capering down the stairs, I was greeted by the warm smile of my pyjama-clad father. Obviously, he had only recently arisen from the depths of slumber - his hair ruffled by the happenings of the night - his glasses laying skewed upon the bridge of his nose. "Hey, kiddo!" He spoke joyously, holding his arms out wide, "How are we feeling today?"

A humble meal stood on the table in front of me, a simple breakfast - nothing more. "Morning, Dad. I think I'm okay, a bit nervous at that"

"Don't be nervous! You get to spend a whole night in Tokyo of all places!" He hesitated, taking in my anxious aura, "I'm sure everything will go along just beautifully, be hopeful, kiddo." Smiling goofily, he bounded towards me - wrapping my body in an over-zealous bear hug - almost throttling me.

Sighing, I replied, "I'll try, thanks Dad"

We ate breakfast, chatting nonchalantly until I had no choice but to depart. Bidding me a heartfelt goodbye, hugging me until I was close to imploding. As I walked away, my luggage on tow - he waved and hollered feverishly, a stream of 'Goodbyes' and "I love yous' cascading from between his lips. I laughed at his antics, equalling his words but in a less incandescent manner. Even if the trip would only span one night, I'd still miss him nonetheless.

Upon arriving at the train station, little time passed before my train cruised along the tracks before me - and per usual - Takanobu was situated in his usual seat, seeming much more tranquil compared to the prior day. No longer was his face as troubled, yet it still harnessed an essence of anxiousness - but for an understandable reason. Neither of us felt the need to greet each other - simply acknowledging the other's presence as we always did. However, as we departed the carriage in tandem - a certain somebody laid his grievances bare, "(Y/N), do you think Shiro will be okay?"

"I hope he will be, but I can't really say much more."

"Can you be sure?" With saying that, his voice broke slightly - only highlighting his demeanour of worry.

Sighing, I paused, unsure of how to answer what he had asked, "Truthfully, we can't be sure. We have to hope for the best - nothing more, nothing less." Hopeless words, they were - but I couldn't offer him anything more.

"Okay..." He let out a shaky, breathless laugh, "I'll try. Thanks, (Y/N)."

"Don't mention it, it's not something worthy of thanks." And with that, he didn't care to speak afterwards - letting both of us fall into a revelling pit of gaucheness. Even during classes and breaks, that silence carried on until the coach journey to Tokyo as school ended. Somehow, even Futakuchi managed to not break a word.

The drive was to take a gruelling four hours of doing hardly anything. Occasionally, I would give directions to Coach Oiwake, the rest of my time being occupied by a book, as always. That was, until I felt a sudden jolt ricochet through the back of my seat - which of course, was gifted graciously by the grimace sat behind me. "Your Majestyyyyy, how long until we get thereeee?"` Futakuchi whined like a little kid, pursing out his bottom lip - mimicking a needy baby.

Behind me, sat Futakuchi and Takanobu - the prior jesting his usual jests and the latter; gazing out of the window, his eyes travelling along the road - occasionally latching onto a building or animal in the background. "Just under two and a half hours. That's if there aren't any mishaps."

"Well that sucks, I guess I'll just take a nap, then." He declared, reclining in his seat - letting his legs fall underneath my chair. Immediately, he kicked his head backwards, clamping his eyes shut, "So don't be too rowdy, you two." Falling silent after his sarcastic articulation. Feeling no apparent need to reply to him, I buried my senses back into my book, wishing for the ride to terminate.

Hardly any time had passed before the faint sounds of Futakuchi snoring rang out through the faint buzz of the team's chatter. However, little after that - a scheming Kamasaki crept up behind his chair - his eyes twinkling with devilish delight. The Machiavellian jumped from where he stood, severely startling the slumbering teen. That was when the environment gained an intense ambiance of chaos. Futakuchi screaming a slew of obscenities at his attacker, the latter defending himself relentlessly, explaining how the whole ordeal was simply a bit of friendly banter. Every other member of the team - in some way - was trying to make the conflict die down. However, with one single glance from Takanobu - Futakuchi immediately curtailed his fighting spirit - becoming a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

"Now... Everyone leave me alone. Please and thank you" He declared curtly, a scorn scowl taking residence upon his face.

Not a single objection was made to that statement, everyone staying silent in trepidation of catalysing another ruckus. The situation pretty much stayed like that for the rest of the drive there - except from the odd 'Shut up' coming from Futakuchi's mouth. Yet, it was still far from peaceful - the constant murmur of voices in the background, distracting me from my novel.

As we arrived at our accommodation for the night, I could sense the team's excitement rising - even if the practice match was early in the next morning. Even the grimace's cocky exterior had shifted and let a ray of giddiness outwards. A rare sight to say the least.

Most of the team rushed into the inn, not paying attention to their rowdiness that was highly apparent to every person passing by. Their escapades were swiftly ushered away by a sighing Moniwa, commanding them to calm their turbulence.

The scene surrounding me was purely picturesque, it certainly wasn't something that you would expect from being in a mostly modern region of Tokyo. A serene, little river trickled down the side of the narrow road - endowed with numerous water lilies of various hues of white and pink. The water flowing through it was rather dark, yet somehow comforting - as you couldn't see just how deep you were falling in. Standing sturdily over the stream, was a bridge - made of many differing stones - each one a different shape, colour and consistency to the next. Adorning the river's surroundings - were flora and foliage - offering a natural touch to its metropolitan environment. I could have sat, gazing at that sight for hours on end; something about it felt weirdly nostalgic and comforting - as if it held some sort of importance to me.

However, that could never be the case, as I followed the rest of the team into our rooms. Being the manager, I had the privilege of having a room to myself, as sharing a room with any member of the team would have surely been catastrophic.

At that time, the mid-evening sky had begun to grow a relaxing shade of scarlet - wispy clouds floating through it. There was no apparent need for food, seeing as though everyone had eaten on the drive there - so I laid on my futon, a book in hand. Dappled light shone through the window panes - casting light in peculiar patterns across the floor. Shadows swam across the walls, twirling along with the wind. Perhaps Tokyo wasn't going to be that bad after all...

A sudden knock on the door echoed through the room, "Come in." I said reflexively. The hinges creaked shrilly, as the unknown figure made its way passed the doorway. My instincts told me that Takanobu would be standing there - but alas, it was the fawn-haired Futakuchi, wearing a padded, navy jacket and a grey scarf draped around his neck.

"So, (Y/N). Aone and I were wondering if you'd like to go on a little stroll with us? And, don't worry - Coach Oiwake already said we were okay to do so." Futakuchi asked, seemingly out of his little tantrum from earlier.

Taken aback, I stood up from my futon, smoothing down my clothes, "Oh... Uh, Sure - I guess." Hurling on my coat and shoes as I exited the room. It seemed strange that Futakuchi was asking me to do such a thing - especially since he called me by my name, instead of some stupid nickname - after all, he had never expressed interest in socialising normally with me.

Briefly, I made eye contact with Takanobu, only for him to avert his gaze instantly - a nervous disposition on his face, as he looked down to the floor - his hands fiddling with something inside his pockets.

Sensing the awkward air, Futakuchi attempted to start a conversation, "Where do you guys want to go? I was thinking of following that river to see where it goes, is that fine with you two?"

Neither of us offered any opposition to his suggestion, Takanobu only nodded - while I hummed a little sound of affirmation. I didn't have anything better to do. It didn't take long before Futakuchi started talking about the most random things - trying not to be awkward himself, "Sooooooo, (Y/N), how different is Miyagi to Hokkaido?"

"Well, the different dialects were strange at first. But it is nice not seeing snow all the time, life near the Kitami mountains wasn't exactly... Perfect."

Awkwardly laughing, Futakuchi carried on with the small talk, as if he was trying to stall, "I guess so. Why did you move here though?"

"My mother had a promotion, and that meant that we had to move here." I replied, nonchalantly - perplexed by his sudden 'interest' in my life. And for the next half hour or so, he kept asking questions - some generic and some bizarre. It was slightly obvious that he didn't really care about my answers but instead, only used them as a method of delaying something. As that happened, Takanobu sauntered beside us - never uttering a word, but still fiddling with whatever object he was hiding inside of his pockets.

Abruptly, Futakuchi stopped dead in his tracks - as we had somehow arrived back at the bridge from before. The evening sky illuminated the water perfectly - as the waning sunlight hit each droplet of the river, it reflected back into my eyes. It almost sparkled. Each lily bobbed up and down in a majestic rhythm, acting as the river's heartbeat.

"Now, you two - I'll be heading back - so don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." The fawn-haired teen acquiesced, his usual aura becoming rather apparent. Smirking back to Takanobu and I while strolling back into the inn.

As soon as Futakuchi disappeared behind the inn's doors, I felt a timid tap at my shoulder. Turning around, I was met with an equally timid Takanobu. He drew his hand out from his pocket, holding a flower - specifically a hydrangea. A flower that was used to show someone's gratitude for being understood by another. The flower's complexity would mirror that of the person giving it - and how the recipient learned to accept and understand that complexity, and maybe love them for it.

Immediately, Takanobu's face flushed over with a crimson wash - seemingly embarrassed by the gesture. But, I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he took the time to research into my interests, and use that knowledge to express the way he was feeling. To put it simply, I found it cute - adorable actually - the way that the man with the stoic and intimidating aura would appear so vulnerable in front of me. The inside of me was screaming with joy, that I tried my best to contain.

I held my right hand out to him, to indicate that I accepted his gesture - and as I took the flower from his, our hands brushed - only for an instant. His skin felt warm and clammy - as if his nervousness was running through his entire body.

Through a bright smile, I began to speak, "Thank you, Takanobu. I'm happy that you can feel that way with me." A single tear of joy began to prick at my eye. Taking notice of that, Takanobu's arms scooped me into a comforting hug - without a single word.

Never before had I felt so unapologetically cheery. He was the first person to make me feel that way...

#aone #aone takanobu #aone x reader #aone takanobu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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whumpthisway · 4 years

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Huck and Stephen - Abandoned

OC Nonhuman Whumpee and OC Master fic

This is a series - link to 01. Masterpost here <3

A/N: This one is set directly after Before: Party with Huck being called ‘Pet’ and currently stuck with Harrison whilst Parry is away. Please do ask me for specific tags or warnings if you need them or I miss something, and if you have any opinions, questions or thoughts, feel free to send me an ask :3

Content warnings: abuse, mention of broken bones, alcohol, drunk people

Huck/Pet POV

The street lamps were swimming in front of them as Harrison dragged Pet up the street They couldn’t seem to get their balance, and Harrison’s erratic jerks on the leash repeatedly sent them tripping over their own paws and off the curb or into the gutter, leaving grazes on their side, and painfully jarring their injured tail.

“Keep upppp!” Harrison dragged roughly at Pet, who choked as they stumbled back to their feet with a breathless whine. Master Parry would have scolded them for making such a pathetic noise, but Harrison wasn’t even paying attention, too busy laughing and yelling drunkenly at his friends.

A car drew up, the headlights making Pet wince. Harrison staggered inside and Pet was dizzily dragged after him and pushed into the footwell, and when someone climbed in after them, Pet’s tail was stood on again, sending a flash of awful agony up their spine. They yelled out, their fur standing on end and ears flattened, before retching, the pain turning their already upset stomach. A hard smack slammed their head into the centre console of the car and Pet went limp. They weren’t quite unconscious, but dazed, and trying not to be sick or cry.

They came back to themself as Master Harrison tried to tow them out of the car and Pet was forced to move, or be strangled by the leash, or worse, left behind. Stumbling out of the car only to wretchedly throw up onto the pavement, Pet heard taunts and laughter around them, but couldn’t even care whether they were being good anymore. They were in too much pain from their broken tail and feeling like their stomach was trying to turn itself inside out.

A group of loud people, even louder than Harrison and his friends, passed by on the pavement and when they threw a bottle at the wall nearby and it shattered, Pet flinched away with a whimper even though it hadn’t been directed at them. Cars rushed by, pulling up and depositing more loud, unsteady people and Pet guessed that this, with all its tall buildings and noise, was the city where Master Parry came to work. Pet hated it already, wanting nothing more than to just get away.

They whined and managed to open their eyes against the bright, artificial lights around them enough to look up at Harrison, trying to silently plead with him to let them go home, or just anywhere at all that was quieter than here. But Harrison wasn’t paying them any attention, and when Pet dared to lightly tug Harrison’s trouser leg, though they’d have rather touched a bare electric wire than do that to Master Parry, they were carelessly knocked away and ignored.

Pet was beginning to realise that, as awful as Master Parry’s loathing was, Harrison’s drunken disinterest was worse.

So Pet sat on the damp pavement, sick and shivering, their skin hot and then cold under their fur, with their eyes mostly closed, just hoping Harrison would get bored of all this soon and take them back.

But Harrison didn’t get bored and they were forced to tag along behind him as he staggered and laughed his way down the city street, which was too crowded, too noisy, too much.

“Oh look!” a high voice called nearby and Pet didn’t even flinch, now, their ears flattened and shoulders hunched as they tried to retreat as far into Harrison’s shadow as they could. But someone had still spotted them, as Harrison was waiting in a long, rowdy queue, although what he was queuing for, Pet didn’t know or care.

“Is that- a dog?” More laughter, then Harrison drawling, slurring his words, and Pet couldn’t focus enough to make him out. The stranger’s sharp voices, though, cut through the throbbing in Pet’s head.

“A creature? Really? A real one?”

A hand on their cheek made them flinch with a soft whimper, especially because the hand had long, sharp nails, painted a bright blue, of the like Pet had never seen on a human. Claws like that would hurt, if they were scraped over Pet’s skin or dug into the sensitive membrane of their ear, but the hand continued to pat them gently and Pet forced themself still, dragging up reserves of fortitude from somewhere deep inside and reminding themself that they still had to be good. They had to. Master Parry had trained them better than to be so damn weak.

More hands joined the first, cooing over them, and, when the hands didn’t turn to pinching or tugging their ears or fur, Pet risked a glance up, their vision still swimming.

It was a group of women, dressed up in shiny outfits and with colours and paint around their eyes. Pet relaxed fractionally as the women fussed over them, their movements clumsy with alcohol and yet remaining careful.

“Aw they’re shy!” a taller one said, when Pet ducked their head.

A tug at the leash, less harsh than before, prompted them to follow Harrison as the line moved along. Harrison chatted with the women, smirking at them, as they continued to rub Pet’s head and pat their back pleasantly, if a little clumsily. Pet blinked back tears, from the pain in their tail, their exhaustion, and the unexpected kindness.

Reaching the front of the queue, Harrison tried to drag Pet into the building after him, before a big man, big enough that his boots could have broken Pet’s tail with just one step, held Harrison up. The women were still there, but only three now. One of them seemed clearer-eyed than the others and her gaze kept returning to Pet, her brows pressed together as she looked at Pet in the first show of concern that Pet had received in a long time.

Harrison grew angrier at being held up.

“I don’t even care!” Harrison slurred. “Look I’ll just leave it.” Harrison glared briefly down at Pet, his eyes unfocused. “Jus’ stay, mutt. Bye.” Pet blinked up at him, feeling themself shaking. What was Master Harrison saying? Where was he going?

“Mate you can’t leave it here-” the big man protested.

“Oh fuck this!” Harrison yelled suddenly, loud enough that Pet flinched with a whimper. “Hey, hey!” Harrison got his friends’ attention. “Let’s goooo guys, fuck your shitty club.”

Abruptly, the tension went out of Pet’s leash and Harrison walked away down the street, his friends laughing and staggering around him. Pet tried to hurry after him, before a group of strangers got in the way and Pet shied away from them so quickly in terror that they hit their injured tail on the pavement and were almost sick again from the pain.

The women appeared again then and, gently, kindly guiding Pet out of the way, towards a quieter bit of pavement and Pet, though they were thankful, twisted to look for Harrison, because he wasn’t meant to abandon them like this! Harrison had to return them to Master Parry, not leave them alone on the street with strangers. But they couldn’t see where Harrison had gone, he’d been swallowed up by the mass of people.

Terror choked them and Pet found themself to be trembling when one of the women, one wearing very tall, yellow shoes, carefully got down in front of them and gently stroked them until they felt like they could breathe again.

“We can’t just leave them,” she was saying and Pet mewled softly, begging, pressing their head closer to her, because being left alone again- the thought hurt more than they could bear. “How that dickhead could just walk off-”

“Alyseeee,” one of the others, who’d gotten quickly bored of stroking Pet, “come on, let’s go! Just- tie it up. The- its owner- dickhead, he’ll get it later! It’s not our problem!”

“Look at them,” the woman in the yellow shoes, Alyse, said. “They’re so upset, though.”

“What’re we going to do with it though?” the third woman put in, whilst texting on her phone. “Creature centres aren’t open. Club won’t let it inside. I’m not freezing my tits off out here, waiting for some rich prick to-”

Alyse scowled, but her hands stayed soft on Pet’s head, rubbing one of their ears just right, so that, just for a moment, they forgot that they were in a strange place, alone among strangers, their tail bent at a wrong angle, and feeling sicker than they’d ever been. Just for a second.

“Fuck off inside, then.” Alyse stayed by Pet’s side. “I’m not leaving the poor thing tied to the railing.”

“Jeeeesus.” Alyse’s friend rolled her eyes, but the other two grudgingly stayed.

“Look,” the woman on her phone said, clearly irritated. “Look, let’s just go to Maccies. ‘Kay? Warmer than here and I’m bored and I want chips. You can feed your new pet some- I don’t know, whatever those things eat.”

Pet didn’t want to eat anything, even though they knew they’d not eaten in much too long, but they’d have forced themself to swallow whatever food Alyse wanted as long as she didn’t abandon them completely.

“Alright, alright.” Alyse got gracefully to her feet with a groan, tugged down her dress and flicked her long hair out of her face. Pet wanted desperately to press close to her, but they didn’t want to annoy her with their neediness like they did Master Parry. “To Maccies, bitches.” She grinned, and then looked down at Pet, her expression going soft in a way that made Pet’s chest ache. “Come on, sweetheart. We’ll get you somewhere warm, give you some water, hey? That good?”

Pet couldn’t think of anything better, getting their unsteady legs under them as quickly as they could so that Alyse wouldn’t leave them behind, nausea and tiredness making them sluggish. But she didn’t hurry them, and the women’s heels meant they didn’t move too fast either. For a traitorous moment, Pet thought about getting to stay with Alyse for the week Master Parry was away. About her gentle smile and her promise to give them water and how she cared enough to keep the slack in the leash. But most of all, how she hadn’t left them. But she wasn’t their owner and Pet didn’t belong to her. They had to get back to Master Harrison somehow, even if he didn’t want them.

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Today we remember the passing of Bradley Nowell who Died: May 25, 1996 in San Francisco, California

Bradley James Nowell was an American musician and the lead singer and guitarist of the ska punk band Sublime. Born and raised in Belmont Shore, Long Beach, California, Nowell developed an interest in music at a young age.

Throughout the band's career, Nowell struggled with a worsening addiction to heroin. He eventually became sober after his son Jakob was born, but relapsed and died of a heroin overdose in 1996 in a San Francisco hotel while Sublime was on tour.

Bradley Nowell and his sister, Kelly, were born and raised in the Belmont Shore neighborhood of Long Beach, California, to Jim and Nancy Nowell. As a child, he enjoyed surfing and sailing, often participating in boat races. Nowell became a difficult child and was often hyperactive and disruptive; his mother recalled that he was "very emotional, very sensitive, very artistic, but he was needy … He was always testing just to see what he could get away with." After his parents' divorce when he was 10, Nowell's behavior worsened. His mother was originally awarded custody, but found him too difficult to control, and at the age of 10 he moved in full time with his father.

According to a Westwood One interview (which can be found on disc three of the Sublime box set), in 1988 Nowell got together with bassist Wilson and drummer Bud Gaugh, performing in small shows at house parties and barbecues. The band was often asked to leave the parties due to excessive noise. Sublime gained a reputation for their rowdy behavior and eventually became one of the most popular bands in Southern California. Despite their local success, music venues were skeptical of the band's eclectic musical fusion and many refused to book the band. In response, Nowell and Wilson created their own music label, Skunk Records, telling venues they were "Skunk Records recording artists," helping the band seem more accomplished and enabling them to book more shows. The band produced and distributed Sublime's early recordings on the label, later selling demo tapes at shows and local record stores.

In 1990, music student Michael "Miguel" Happoldt offered to let the band record in the studio at the school where he was studying, although without the school's knowledge. The band agreed, then sneaked into the school at night, where they recorded from midnight to seven in the morning. That recording session resulted in the popular cassette tape Jah Won't Pay the Bills, released in 1991. The tape helped the band gain a grassroots following throughout Southern California. It was during this time that Nowell became involved with drugs. For years, Nowell refused to try heroin; however, as he entered his twenties and witnessed his band's success, he decided to try the drug. Nowell's father explained, "His excuse for taking the heroin was that he felt like he had to be larger than life. He was leading the band, leading his fans, and he had to put on this persona. He heard a lot of musicians say they were taking heroin to be more creative."

Using the same tactics they used in recording Jah Won't Pay the Bills, the band recorded its debut album 40oz. to Freedom in secrecy at the studios at California State University, Dominguez Hills. Nowell recalled, "You weren't supposed to be in there after 9 p.m., but we'd go in at 9:30 and stay until 5 in the morning. We'd just hide from the security guards. They never knew we were there. We managed to get $30,000 worth of studio time for free". 40oz. to Freedom was released in 1992; 60,000 copies were sold.

Despite their growing popularity in Southern California, Sublime still was not signed with a major label. Around this same time Nowell teamed up with longtime friend Gwen Stefani of No Doubt, to record the song "Saw Red". The song was eventually released on Sublime's Robbin' the Hood album, which was self-recorded on a four-track cassette, and released in October 1994. Several songs from the album detail Nowell's worsening drug addiction. Nowell is said by some to have predicted his own death in the song "Pool Shark", with the line, "One day I'm gonna lose the war".

About a year later, Tazy Phillipz took a copy of 40oz. to Freedom to Los Angeles radio station KROQ-FM, requesting that Sublime's song "Date Rape" be added to the playlist. Soon after, MCA Records picked up 40oz. to Freedom for national distribution, and Sublime was scheduled to tour throughout Europe. Nowell, an avid reader who enjoyed quoting historians and philosophers, began studying European history to prepare for the trip. Attention from a major label did not curb Nowell's drug use, which sometimes led him to pawn his instruments and sell drugs, as reflected in the song "Pawn Shop". In February 1996, Sublime returned to the studio to record the bulk of their self-titled album, which would be their debut with MCA. Production was done by Paul Leary of the Butthole Surfers (and producer of Marcy Playground and Meat Puppets) at Willie Nelson's Pedernales Studio in Austin, Texas.

Nowell married Troy Dendekker on May 18, 1996. Seven days later, on the morning of May 25, Sublime was set to begin a five-day tour through Northern California, followed by a European and East Coast tour. However, while the band was staying at the Ocean View Motel in San Francisco (Seascape Inn now), drummer Bud Gaugh awoke to find Nowell lying on the floor next to his bed. His dalmatian, Lou Dog, was curled up on the bed whimpering. Nowell had tried awakening his fellow bandmates to go to the beach with him that morning, but they were too hung-over and tired to get out of bed. Initially, Gaugh assumed that Nowell was too intoxicated to get into bed. However, he noticed a yellow film around his mouth, and it became apparent that he had overdosed on heroin. Gaugh called for paramedics, but Nowell had died several hours earlier and was pronounced dead at the scene. Nowell was cremated and his ashes were spread over his favorite surfing spot in Surfside, California. A headstone was placed at Westminster Memorial in Westminster, California, in his memory.

Eight months after Nowell's death, No Doubt headlined a "cautionary" benefit concert in honor of his memory. Nowell's widow wanted to make it clear that the goal of the concert was not to glamorize his death, but rather to promote drug awareness and prevention among fans. Proceeds from the concert were given to a non-profit offering support for musicians struggling with drug addiction, as well as a scholarship fund for Nowell's son, Jakob.

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vesuviannights · 5 years

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Ya’ll... @astridthemagician and I did an exchange!! I needed some visual references for my babies Ariana and Feyre, and she wanted some custom headcanons for her apprentice Astrid and a bunch of LI combinations.

And so I present my humble gift. I gathered lots of information from her profile, pictures, and random discussions we had about the Disasters we call LIs, and this is what came out of it!

Hope you love it my sweet 🖤

Julian x Astrid

The thing Julian "6’4 Beanpole" Devorak loves to do most in the whole world is stand behind Astrid and rest his chin on her head

It doesn’t even matter what mood she’s in, whether she sinks back into him with a sigh or gripes quietly at him for making fun of her stature (even though he’s not…really), he’s just so glad to be able to hold her and stand with her and watch her do whatever it is she’s doing

When leaving the house on cold winter days, if he notices she doesn’t have a warm jacket he purposely won’t say anything, just so she has to ask him for his cloak—which he gladly gives her, and goes a little red in the cheeks and at the tips of his ears at the sight of her swimming in his cloak and his scent

He feels so appreciated when she needs to reach for things that are too high. He sometimes places things that he knows she’ll need very high up on purpose, just so he can hear from his office the movement of her heels, the grunts as she tries to reach, the defeated and almost aggressive sigh when she isn’t successful, followed by the soft call of “Ilya?” as she finally asks for his help

Absolutely loses it when she suckles on his nipples. Guaranteed the way for her to get anything out of him is to flick them with the tips of his fingers, whether he’s bare chested or through his shirt, and then lean forward and warm them with her tongue

And if he absolutely loses it at the nipples, he’s a needy, pathetic mess the second she takes his fingers to her mouth

One of his favourite memories of her, and one that is 80% guaranteed to make him pop a boner on the spot just thinking about it, is an evening they spent at the Rowdy Raven where he had her try a new beer and rather than sipping like a normal person, she had locked eyes with him, swept up the foamy head from the class, and suckled on her own fingertips while he groaned and whined in his half-drunk and completely pathetic state

Asra x Astrid

Loves spending time with her in the gate she created, whether it’s dozing underneath a tree or exploring the world around it. It’s an extension of her, something she created when he wasn’t near her, and it aches him so that there was ever a time where they weren’t together, and so this is him trying to make up for that

Absolutely obsessed with the colour of her hair. He’s not sure why, his own hair is quite unique in itself, but when they’re laying together in bed and her hair is splayed out around her, its ends curling into his own white locks? It’s night and day, the sun and the moon, two things that are so wondrous and can never exist without one another, and it brings him so much joy to see such a simple thing

Another simple thing he enjoys is waking before her in the morning to listen to her breaths. He doesn’t have to be looking at her, and it doesn’t even have to have broken first light, but listening to her breaths assures him that she is there, that she is alive, and soothes something inside of him he has never been able to name

Loves to soft dom for her in the bedroom, if she’ll let him. Her wicked little tongue, he way she spits fire at him in 4 different languages when he refuses to give her what she wants, it all gives him life and makes his cock so much harder than if they were simply giving each other exactly what they wanted, exactly when they wanted it

His favourite thing to do is lay her down on her stomach and pin her with his weight, murmuring softly into her ear about the innocent comings and goings of his day while grinding his bare cock into her ass, between her legs, knows that it drives her insane that he won’t even give her the satisfaction of dirty talk while he does it. This position also means he can nuzzle into her hair, admire its midnight black sheen, marvel over how so very different it is to his own

His favourite memory of her is one of the first weeks he had her back, when a terrifying storm and torrential downpour had hit the city. She had watched the rain fall from the windowsill with a warm cup of tea in her hand that she had barely touched.

She hadn’t moved for so long, and his own cup was cold. When he stepped out of the kitchen to check if she needed another, she was gone.

He had panicked at first, dropped his empty mug and ignored the shattering of the ceramic, the stinging crunch of it under his feet as he ran out the open front door.

And there he found her: in the middle of the street, head tilted up toward the sky, serene grin on her face as she took in the violence and wonder of the fall’s first rainstorm.

He had sighed, laughed, thought about asking her to step back in so she didn’t catch a cold.

But when she had turned to him, eyes bright, and offered out a hand to him. He had taken it, grinning, and had matched the twinkle in her eye as he stepped forward, the two laughing and dancing haphazardly in the rain well into the night

Lucio x Astrid

Astrid’s sharp tongue gives him life, and he’s not ashamed to admit that he’s picked a few minor and major fights in his time just to watch her start telling off whatever asshole thought he could mouth off to her. He sits or stands back with a smug, almost adoring look on his face while it all goes down, and if there was ever irrefutable evidence that he’s completely smitten and in love with her, it’s these moments

Has stopped wearing his own heeled boots just so she could wear hers and be almost as tall as him, though whenever she or anyone else brings this up he vehemently denies having done it intentionally

Mercedes and Melchior didn’t quite like Cheddar when they first met, but once they realised the familiar was not there to steal their father’s attention, they were quite happy to let Cheddar share their sleeping area and occasionally eat from their bowls

Lucio gets super pouty when Astrid is loving up on and patting Cheddar, mostly because she does it right before bed and that’s when he wants to be loved up on and patted – but he absolutely refuses to see the irony when he’s baby talking to Mercedes and Melchior and completely ignoring Astrid

He loves that she has a ‘me and the dogs’ day, because it means that his babies get so much love and attention and are absolutely spoiled, and when Astrid returns from these days she’s usually so happy and cheerful that she’ll let him pout and whine about whatever he wants until she finally gives in and lets him have it

Has definitely surprised her with a corset before, only he couldn’t really wait until they were in the bedroom.

One morning while walking through the palace gardens, Valerius and Volta are mouthing off about the other courtiers, servants are running paperwork back and forth for Lucio to sign because he had absolutely insisted on taking a walk that very second even though there was so much to be done.

There is a lull in the servants, Valerius and Volta have moved ahead, and Lucio turns to Astrid with a smirk that is anything but innocent. He asks her if she likes the garden. If she enjoys his clothes. If she has perhaps noticed anything…different, about them?

Then, without even waiting for an answer, he undoes the first few buttons of his dress shirt to reveal the ivory lace corset wrapped snuggly around his chest. Only once he is sure that Astrid’s brain has completely stopped working does he rebutton his shirt, straight it, and continue on as though nothing has ever happened

Valerius x Astrid

A complicated relationship. Valerius is not an easy man to love, and Astrid’s fierce attitude would not have appealed to him at first

But perhaps…her hair, like midnight, would feel quite soft running through his fingertips

And he’s quite sure that her eyes would darken just a fraction if he were to get her veins coursing with tendrils of lust

He chooses to seduce her by walking her through the gardens one evening, offering her a glass of expensive wine. As they walk, he asks her questions (he knows all the correct ones to ask to ensure she will turn to putty when he wishes her to) and offers to refill her glass, never getting her too drunk but always leaving her a little flushed

He realises after their fifth lap that…well, they have taken five laps, and he had stopped feeding her wine by lap three, and perhaps…she is not the worst person he has met in the palace

Perhaps he would quite like to hear his own name fall from her lips, if only the once

But it doesn’t really become just the once, does it? It becomes more, so much more, until eventually he is quite sure she is the only one – fierce attitude, wicked tongue, midnight hair – that he has ever let himself admit he loved

He’s very experienced in the bedroom, and not at all afraid to ask for what he wants. One evening he decides to inquire as to whether Astrid is partial to being tied up, and when she doesn’t answer immediately – when he sees that light flush at the tips of her ears, just before she stutters out a no, I’ll pass – he realises that she is quite partial to the idea of being tied up and she’s a lying little tart

When she is comfortable enough with him doing it, he loves to practise Shibari on her. He clips his hair into a knot at the top of his head while he works, and wears his glasses when he has to inspect and fix smaller knots, but the result is so exquisite that it’s worth every painstaking detail and moment – especially the moments where he gets to scold her for squirming, or praise her for being such a good girl and remaining still

Astrid likes when he leaves his hair out while they sleep, and in return he absolutely loves to be woken up by her sucking his cock, if she’ll agree to it, especially on weekends. He’s a slow waker, usually sleepy for a good hour after his eyes break open, and having Astrid wake him with her hot little tongue and soft morning moans sends him over the edge much quicker than normal, each and every time

Julian x Astrid x Asra

The only configuration Julian and Asra would ever agree to sleep in is with Astrid in the middle, Julian’s long limbs wrapped around her back, Asra as her ‘little’ spoon

During colder winter nights, Julian would start the fire a few hours before they retired to bed, and then layer the three of them up with enough blankets to make Astrid’s short form disappear altogether

Asra would be the one in charge of decorating the home and bringing home exotic new wares to place around for visitors to inspect and ask about. Julian is working out or at home so often that he simply murmurs and waves in agreement at anything Asra brings home. Astrid, despite her mouthy nature, never wins when she disagrees with something because it’s already 2 against one, and really, what’s a girl to do then?

So much morning sex. Mostly it’s Julian grinding into her ass while he’s still asleep and Astrid taking pity on him and helping him finish, but on the odd occasion that Julian is the first to wake, he somehow manages to work his way undetected under the sheets, settle between her thighs, and have her halfway to her orgasm with his long fingers and deft tongue before she wakes

One of Asra’s favourite games to play is whose mouth can get them in trouble the fastest – Julian’s or Astrid’s. Whether it’s innocently in public or grinding in the bedroom, he likes to rile them both up and listen as they mouth off and seethe at him

One of Asra’s other favourite games, and Julian’s absolute favourite, is to wake Astrid in the morning with one or both of their mouths.

Usually it’s Asra settled between her legs, carefully pulling her clothes down until she is exposed to his watering mouth and he is able to gently coax her into the land of the living with soft crooks of his finger and suckling on her clit, while Julian settles in behind her and creates constellations of marks across her neck and shoulders and chest

When she’s awake and keening, Julian will slip two fingers into her mouth and ask her to suckle like a good girl while he grinds gently against her ass

On these mornings, Astrid is always the first to come, and Asra and Julian always make a mess of their trousers and the sheets, but no one seems to mind very much at all

Julian x Astrid x Lucio

A dangerous combo in any situation, NSFW or otherwise. Lucio is narcissistic and enjoys all the attention being on him, Julian just wants to please Astrid and push pleasure and affection onto her at all hours

The different living locations means there’s always somewhere new for them to find themselves, whether it’s Lucio’s imported gold-inlaid oak bed, Julian’s long bed at his apartment, or Astrid’s tight squeeze at the shop. More often than not if one of the three is visiting another location, the owner of the bed will step in to find them already collapsed into it and passed out, in which case the owner will just curl in behind them and stroke their hair until they too fall asleep

To Astrid’s absolute pain, Julian and Lucio often end up wasting time fighting and arguing between her legs when they could be doing much nicer and more useful things with their tongues and lips

As frustrating as they are when they are fighting, they are a formidable combination when they are getting along and every one of their thoughts is focused on Astrid and synchronised to the millisecond

Their favourite game to play is edging and denying Astrid her release, and it’s usually in intervals throughout the day – Julian pulling her behind a door at the shop to slowly slide his hand into her hair and suckle on her tongue, Lucio greeting her while she’s making a delivery to the palace and letting the hand at her back slide lower and lower until it is between her legs, and he can lean in to murmur to her about how wet she is, and did she enjoy Julian’s visit?

Astrid never quite knows what’s waiting for her at the end of these days. Sometimes they are tearing at her clothes and pinning her to the wall as soon as she steps into Lucio’s chambers, Julian on his knees and lapping at her pussy, Lucio whining and keening as he pushes her hand down his pants to where his stiff cock is waiting

Other days, no one is in the foyer, and she has to walk through to the bedroom to find Julian already whining and crying out on all fours while Lucio rails him into the next dimension

She’s not allowed to join in on those days until they’re both finished, and she’s learned the hard way that if she tries, she’ll be denied for even longer than the twelve hours she had been during the day

#user: astridthemagician #lemon

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thrandilf · 5 years

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Plot Relevant Red (Part 4)

Some Lucio/Valerius fluff <3

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Working for the government was taxing, to say the least. Even more so with Count Lucio in charge. Valerius found himself alternating from falling into bed with Lucio at night and fuming at him the very next day at his utter lack of responsibility and organization.

Valerius idly toyed with the end of his braid, admiring the ruby jewelry and warm golden ombré of his hair. He was used to being swamped with work constantly, since all other courtiers did absolutely nothing save for Valdemar who kept disturbingly graphic notes on human anatomy. He leaned an elbow on his desk and pored over treasury paperwork late into the night that should’ve been Volta’s problem with a deep sigh.

“Working past midnight? Tsk tsk, I thought I was the vampire.” Lucio’s soft voice was directly behind him.

Valerius must’ve been tired if he hadn’t even noticed Lucio’s heels tapping on the stone floors. Valerius rubbed his eyes, the low candlelight over the piles of accounting paperwork straining his eyes. “What is it, Lucio? Shouldn’t you be practicing turning into a bat?”

Lucio put his hand on Valerius’s shoulder, rubbing his tense muscles soothingly. If Lucio has gone out of his way to find him and was trying this hard to put him at ease, he must’ve needed blood that night. “Awwwww, are you mad at me? I’m trying to save you from all this pornocracy.”

Valerius groaned. “It’s bureaucracy- and yes! No one else you’ve appointed to court does anything remotely useful! I’ve never seen you do anything to help this city, and you’re SUPPOSED to be Count! I’m doing all I can to ensure this institution can provide at least incredibly basic services to our citizens, but the truth is this government couldn’t even run a fruit stand!”

Lucio huffed. “Rude! You think I do nothing? I have schemes far above your head, my dear consort.”

“Consul.”

Lucio ignored him. He dragged his fingertip along Valerius’s jawbone, drawing his weary eyes up to Lucio’s face. “I know you want me. Come on, climb into bed with me. You wanted information, didn’t you?” Lucio wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

The scrolls of numbers and dull paperwork weren’t getting any easier to decipher. Valerius sighed in defeat. He rose from his perch on the edge of his desk chair and laid his hands on Lucio’s shoulders. Lucio instantly urged him closer until their chests were flush together. Valerius angled his head and kissed Lucio, soft and sweet. “I despise you, you uncivilized cur,” Valerius murmured.

“Hmmhmm. Sure you do.”

Lucio’s long fingers traced patterns against the small of Valerius’s back as they kissed. The time of day no longer meant anything to Lucio aside from the fact that he was disgusted by mornings, but he could sense exhaustion from a long day in every muscle of Valerius’s body. Moments like these were why Valerius indulged in Lucio. His cheekbones were a rosy pink by the time they’d stopped kissing, and Valerius was content to walk the palace corridors with Lucio’s arm around his waist.

Mercedes and Melchior were waiting in front of Lucio’s room. They raised their heads from their resting positions and barked happily, tongues lolling out as they charged Lucio. “Good dogs! Hello! Are you my favorite puppies?!” Lucio knelt to accept licks and enthusiastic white paws all over him as his rowdy pets woofed and demanded attention. He pet both dogs and continued gushing as if Valerius wasn’t even there. “Do you want a treat? Papa brought you treats!” Lucio tossed a couple of pomegranates from his pocket and the dogs stopped mobbing him to bound down the hall after the fruit.

“How gruesome.” Valerius observed as the dogs tore into the juicy pomegranates.

“They take after me,” stated Lucio proudly as Mercedes and Melchior made a mess of dark red juice on the marble floors.

Valerius let himself into Lucio’s bedroom and sighed at the aches in his back and shoulders from stress. Valerius stepped out of his heels and started to undress, facing away from Lucio. “I’m tired. Find someone else for blood tonight.”

Lucio’s pout was almost audible. “You sure?” He caught Valerius’s black shawl as it fell from his shoulders. “I’ll let you rest, although no one else is as intoxicating and rich as you are.” The only thing Lucio could be beaten into submission about was bedroom activities, for which Valerius was grateful.

“I’m far too tired for anything tonight. Accounting documents are the worst.” Valerius yawned and accepted a lingering kiss on his neck.

“Fine. I’ll be back later.” Lucio left the bedroom still pouting but without fuss.

Valerius finished undressing and slipped into a sheer silvery robe, blearily folding his consulate finery and setting it aside. Lucio’s royal wing was starting to become more and more like a second home. He padded over to a wine rack and uncorked a bottle of rosé wine, inhaling its sweet scent as he delicately poured himself a glass. He set the bottle and wineglass on the bedside table and curled up under the plush blankets and furs, propped up against an ocean of pillows.

Was it so terrible to want to enjoy life’s pleasures? Valerius hadn’t had a lover in too long, too absorbed in his work or education to care for comfort until he was starving for it. Lucio just happened to be his work- a fact that irked him daily. Lucio’s touches, flirts, and general neediness brought out a side of Valerius he hadn’t had time for. Clinginess wasn’t a behavior he’d encourage but, as he took a sip of wine with a smirk, it felt awfully good coming from the Count of Vesuvia.

Valerius reclined and fumbled around for a novel, reading with the warm light from the fireplace and chandelier. ‘Hard in Hightown’ was hardly a piece of classic literature, but Valerius loved nothing more than good wine, murder, and a dose of drama to lift his spirits. He heard a shuffle of steps near the door as he read and didn’t look up as he patted the bed, expecting Mercedes and Melchoir to bound in. “C’mere, pet.”

Instead, Lucio flopped on the bed next to Valerius and laughed warmly. “Pet now, is it? I’d ask that you’d watch your tongue if it didn’t delight me so much.”

“Hmmmm.” Valerius didn’t look up from his book as Lucio kissed his neck, lips warm from his latest drink of blood. “I suppose you slobber as much as Mercedes and Melchoir anyway.” Despite his aloof words Valerius put his arm around Lucio.

“You like it.” Lucio continued to kiss up his neck to his cheek. Valerius turned his head for a moment to accept a kiss before continuing to read. His fingers idly stroked Lucio’s blond hair as if Lucio was an oversized cat. Relaxation seeped deep into Valerius’s bones and he smiled slightly, to Lucio’s glee. “Oh who knew? The uptight Consul can be cute!”

“Don’t tell anyone.” Valerius took a sip of wine and Lucio pulled him in for a full kiss, tongue soft as they tasted each other. Valerius managed to stick a bookmark in his spot before giving into the kisses. His cheekbones flushed pink and he moaned, content with Lucio’s embrace. Lucio tried to roll on top of Valerius but he playfully huffed and took Lucio by surprise and guided him down instead.

“Oh? Usually you want me doing all the work. Like the view?” Lucio opened his mouth to spew more suggestive things but Valerius kissed him again, cupping Lucio’s cheek with one hand and pressing his chest down with the other.

Valerius kissed Lucio long and deep, satisfied when he felt Lucio relax under him. Lucio soothingly pet the small of Valerius’s back as they wordlessly sought the other. Valerius trembled with overwhelming desire, warmth blossoming in his chest as he lost himself in Lucio’s embrace. They parted for a few seconds for air.

Lucio’s eyes were half closed, a look startlingly like adoration on his face. Valerius’s heart stopped. “Lucio?”

Lucio arched up and kissed Valerius, sweet affection on his face as Valerius gasped. He stroked Lucio’s hair and kept his eyes open with wonder. How their lips met and tongues brushed together hardly mattered anymore. He was awestruck by the fondness and gentleness he’d seen in Lucio, committing his soft expression to memory. Lucio broke their kisses and rested his forehead against Valerius, breathing hard as if they’d just made love.

Valerius swallowed. He’d attempted to keep his heart carefully sealed away, only to take what benefitted him. The idea that the man under him could satisfy his tactile needs and work his way into Valerius’s genuine soul seemed ludicrous. Lucio drove him up the wall. He could go in for hours about everything he couldn’t stand about Lucio, and yet he had a deep connection to him anyway. Valerius cared for Lucio, felt a comfort and home in him he’d never had before. The words came naturally. “I love you.”

Lucio’s eyes widened. Valerius warningly pressed a finger to Lucio’s lips. “If you ruin this moment, I’ll start wearing silver.”

Lucio chuckled. “I love you too.”

Valerius closed his eyes and laid his head on Lucio’s chest, asking for protection and affection Lucio was happy to give. Lucio kissed Valerius’s hair and held him close. Mercedes and Melchoir nestled in with the couple and Valerius felt like he was in heaven. Valerius slept well past his time to get up, and Lucio let him.

#lucio/valerius #consul valerius #count lucio #the arcana #valerius #fanfic #the arcane game #my writing #find the other chapters on AO3!

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