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yuyinesque · 4 days

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it’s too early for her to be aching like this!!!!? that third and last one got me in shambles…

varied headcanons ★ how some submissive ass characters would be as doms— generally. character gender + anatomy varies, reader gender + anatomy varies, gays included, mentions of self-harm + scars, male penetration, fem penetration, riding, titty fucking, oral sex, praise, edging, some unspecified gender character + reader, fingering, overstimulation, + the character list includes a couple of ocs lol (sencha and maka).

characters ☆ CHOSO KAMO, satoru gojo, armin arlert, historia, tadashi yamaguchi, obito uchiha (tobi), minato namikaze, gorou, sucrose, ei raiden, MISA AMANE, kabukimono, spirit albarn, renji abarai, SANJI, usopp, SENCHA VILLOSA, MAKA GALILHAI, + your favorites !

desperate dom character! who kisses the scratches and scars on your erect tits and heaving chest, apologizing for not being there to help when you were feeling down and began self-harming due to anxiety and body dysmorphia. rutting into you slowly since he hasn’t finished yet, too focused on you to pleasure himself. you tell him they’re old accidents and squeeze around half of his length, admitting to needing him to the brim, but his apologies are relentless, becoming full on pleading for forgiveness as he milks himself miserably with your cum-engulfed, puffed out lips.

desperate dom character! fondles your thighs as she stuffs her soft mouth with your dick, roughening her grip the more excited you make her with your grunts and whines. wet sounds elude her lips as she glorifies the tip with a big, messy kiss. a strand of saliva glimmers from her bottom lip to the head as she gives you a sloppy, devoted smile. stroking you with one hand, she leans forward and stops just to press your drenched cock between her plush tits. the nipples are soft, warm and big, so she slowly fondles the areola before squeezing it and wincing while humping you with her cleavage. spit and pre-cum paint her chest, leaking down her stomach like it’s meant to make it to her soppy, panting pussy. “won’t you cum on me here? please? if it’s for me? you’re such a good boy, i know you can..”

desperate dom character! who, at first, couldn’t decide whether to overstimulate or edge you for misbehaving, since both were beautifully entertaining punishments. accidentally, she takes so much time squeezing and mouthing your nipples, that when she finally makes it to your thighs, you’re already presenting her with arousal from your clit down. impressed and practically faint, she prods at your lips, holding them apart to watch the cum spill out of your soft, pink parts. some gets stuck in the pubics, and she even clenches at that, moaning quietly because you just can’t keep it all in one place. your shuffling and complaints interrupt her, and she looks up at you, still pressing your slippery lips farther apart to prove she’s not done. “i think i’ve decided on having you wait. don’t be angry with me..! if you could see yourself from my eyes you’d do this for hours as well.”

desperate dom character! can’t control the strength of their hand as they fuck two fingers into your tight hole. the spillage from your needy body encourages them to fuck you faster, wanting more than anything than to see you drained yet full. your brows soften as you feel yourself growing warm with your increased sensitivity, and they rotate their hips impatiently at the mere fantastical thought, slipping in a third finger and fucking you harder. needily and absentmindedly they watch you squirm and clench and ooze with rings of pleasure so white they could be soap. they’re certain you’re a dream personified from heaven itself, because even after you finish, and their pace remains the same, you take it so well..

desperate dom character! who straddles your lap facing you so you can watch his eyebrows soften with pleasure and his mouth fall open with nary a comprehensible word. he babbles and bounces on your dick, without the help of your restricted hands. just makes him need your help more. he can’t help but wish he could let your hands roam, let you push him down on his soft spot, rub against the prostate while calling him puppy and pretty boy. but he can’t. the way you struggle against their inanimate control, bucking your hips for better stimulation because he can hardly focus enough to go fast how you like— it’s no wonder he’s dribbling a cloudy river all over himself. he’s close, his hips are more erratic and paceless, and a hand finds comfort around your neck, squeezing almost as hard on your throat as he is on your cock. “pp-per—hah, hah! fuck, y/n, ‘s perfect, you’re perfff-fuh- fuck! ple-please— hmnnhn!”

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#𖧷 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐫.𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 #ᖭི༏ᖫ 𝓶𝓲 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓼 #ichor x choso is REAL #he’s right next to me rn #choso kamo #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyuu #﹙🪽﹚ 𝘇𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 !#armin arlert #aot #historia x reader #yamaguchi tadashi

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yuyinesque · 6 days

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EUUUGGHH these names man EUUUGHH i can’t im so invested goodbye. luffy and dem got competition fr!!!

Character Masterclass/Encyclopedia

Just a guide to the characters in the stories I wrote talking about appearances, roles, backstories, etc. Most will not be finished, or not be in full detail as to not give away parts of the various different stories but will be added on as time passes.

Galactic Pirates

Mustafa D. Doctor

Boubacar aka The Black Swordsman

Amadou

Falilou

Elliana

Ibrahim

Allimy

Nightmare

Hasan

Nebu

Sonic

Hybrid

#𖧷 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐫.𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 #ᖭི༏ᖫ 𝓶𝓲 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓼 #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #straw hat pirates #mugiwarapirates #mugiwara no luffy #oc #original character #fan fic writing #mugiwara crew #one piece original character #one piece oc #one piece fanfiction #one piece fic

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NEKOMA'S BRAIN | “𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗒’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿.. 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌…”

⚘ précis. ≡ your boyfriend was simply just too lazy to get up and perform his morning routine, and so you decided to do it for him while he’s grumbling in bed, admiring every ounce of your beauty, and blushing over the flirtatious provocations that eludes from those replete lips of yours.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ black!fem reader x pre-timeskip!kozume kenma, no prns were mentioned, reader possesses island twists, slight swearing, slight suggestive themes, usage of pet names (babe, love, dear, kitty).

⚘ category. ≡ sfw oneshot.

⚘ wc. ≡ 2.4k.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

🧷 𝓖entle blues and cockatoos whistled diaphanous warbles to finalize the beat of the pitters on your window, which was caused by the morning shower blooming beneath your sheer beige curtains. The sun’s staggering rays were subdued substantially by Oya’s considerable water, absentmindedly bestowing misfortune upon the ones that surrendered to sleep due to the rain. Thankfully you were quite rejuvenated this morning, as for generally you’d sleep through this kind of weather, or perhaps bask within its merciful amenity with some chamomile honey vanilla tea to accompany you. You were performing much more desired acts, thanks to the obstinacy of your insomniac lover whose truculence may only parrot a child. His infantile mannerisms were only provoked due to the fact that he hasn’t gained enough sleep, and it was either him allowing you to awake him with decency or his loud-mouthed captain (and bestie) to ignite a few more hidden nerves.

As insinuated, this was definitely another one of those domesticated mornings of you readily taking care of your lover, encouraging him with incessant praises and dolly dotings to ensure that his positivity remains durable. He was quite the pessimistic character; quiet yet imbued with terrorizing troubles that manage to whizz through his brain circuits at least thrice an hour. These troubles are temporarily cloaked by the iridescent screens of any device he could get his paws on, however, but that simple action didn’t bode well for the next morning. Leave it to him to lose track of time because of some underground indie game he impulsively bought merely because his favorite YouTuber has played it.

Which leads to these current events — you straddling on a subtly writhing, sloppily clothed male as you struggled to apply the rest of the foaming mask amongst his skin to preserve his epidermis. The male in question currently has his entrusted switch a few centimeters away from his nose, which makes it much more difficult for you to journey your latex-gloved fingers up his bridge. You knew he was wasting time so he could be late for school, stalling you so that he could spend longer mornings with you, and purposely picking at you since he found it rather humorous when you’re miffed with his behavior. Overall, he was both too indolent to perform his usual routine and too invested in the idea of allowing you to help him. He wouldn’t admit such vocally, though.

Vindictively, you forced your four fingers, your pointer and middle, past his cheek bones in order to apply the mask onto his nose, earning a protesting grunt in response. “Babe, stop.. mmmgh, can’t see… mm don’t want to…”

Kenma’s subtly raspy yet entirely euphonic, monotonous voice granted your ears the privilege to thrive again once more; not a single cockatoo in the world could mimic his pretty notes. Even when he’s a little pouty and miffed he still manages to objectively outwit any virtuoso. Rightfully so, you ignored his protests as you readjusted the silk-infused, Yoshi-imprinted bonnet, the one he found on Ebay that matches with the Toad-patterned one on your head, so that you could have more access to his forehead. Finally, with a tenderness only a mother could perform, you caressed his darkened under eyes with the product, painting the empurpled lunates with your fingertips, and finalizing it with amorous care that makes his heart undulate with passion.

“Babe, it burns,” Kenma bellyached sardonically, his auric-glazed stare still hyper-fixated on building a level on Mario Maker that you cannot beat, for he’s still rather salty with the way you swimmingly glide across the levels he creates for you. A very, very humbling and aggravating experience; you believed him being tired is another side of him? Try watching him lose a game over some dumb shit. Or lose in anything he’s passionate about. “Ouch, it stings.. my face stings…” He adds as he squints his leonine eyes gently as subtle tears occurred due to sleep-deprivation. You ignored his obvious acts of stoic melodramatics as you got up from his lap, making your way over to your towel steamer as you tightened your cotton-based robe.

“That means it’s working,” You commented in an overly casual manner that didn’t sit right for Kenma in the slightest, resulting in him scrunching up his face instinctively at your ridiculously flawed logic. You held back an upcoming laugh, knowing that your silly message peeved him a bit as you took one of the steamed facial towels from the warmer, pressed it against your inner arm to check the temperature, and made your way back towards Kenma before returning to the position you were in once before. Rarely, you forget how observant your lover is, for he is the kind of individual who will see but won’t say, so his momentary, intrusive gaze felt almost uncharacteristic.

He always had this staring problem before you even got together, and you believed that he was judging you for a while, until he confessed that he simply found your appearance gorgeous during his romantic confessions. These said confessions were two months prior, so you’re quite adjusted to his antics now. A little bit, at least. You couldn’t help but feel just a bit mushy knowing that he stares when he thinks you look good, which makes you internally scream since he stares at you incessantly. The way a few of your island twists poured past your poorly-worn bonnet which emphasized your contemporary beauty, the way your eyebrows knitted in concentration as you waved the steam away from the towel, or the way you sent him warning glowers each time your pretty eyes caught him pouting over mere inconveniences.

Domesticated mornings are the reason as to why he’s convinced that he’s fallen for you, and that he’s an idiot for not confessing any sooner.

He was torn away from his blush-toned fantasy about you once you folded the towel in a triangular shape before carefully placing it onto his skin, immediately earning a defeated sigh afterwards once he acknowledged that his eyes will also have to be covered. Deciding to not give you any more of a hard time, he finally placed his switch on the bed amongst the other skin care items that were sprawled within the sheets before fluttering his eyes shut. The newfound warmth of the towel brought considerable solace to his nerves, and considerable dreariness in addition to his ample sleepiness. Still, Kenma needed this, truly. This was definitely much preferred than ruining his larynx due to morons in some Call of Duty lobby. Hearing “weak-willed whores” or “sorry ass snowflakes” whizz aggressively past such delicate lips was not the sight to behold at four in the morning. For neither of you, and he was the one that said it.

You began massaging one of his tensed, rough palms as the heated moisture penetrated his skin, opening his pores in order to politely permit the product to submerge within them. He’s always enjoyed your touches, whether they were guileless or lecherous, hence he never truly disliked these mornings. Asking for small acts of affection wasn’t really his strongest suit. The most he’ll perform are insinuations, but you would play dumb until he finally admits that he wants to cuddle for the night. His breathing slowed and faltered, almost as if his respiratory system was off duty, and the arrhythmic cracks of his knuckles joined with the symphonic chorus of the rain and birds.

Kenma’s shoulders tensed a bit once your now bare hands meticulously waltzed alongside of the exposure, which was caused by his oversized, midnight-gray sweater. Eventually, his breathing began to deepen quite a bit, and even occasional, accidental, sonorous moans muffled against the cooling interior of the ivory-hued towel. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his state, not to mention that his evident act of fighting back any more upcoming, suggestive sounds.

“Don’t get too comfortable now, love,” You taunted him puckishly; he didn’t know if the towel was inducing his flushed visage or your teasing. In actuality, the poor thing merely didn’t want to confront reality.

“Sorry…” Kenma atoned breathlessly as his thinly arched eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, trying his hardest not to make any other humiliating sounds, but frankly, he couldn’t inure your hands. They were infused with anesthetic restoratives that were bound to mitigate his embarrassment with utter relaxation. Not to mention that your fingers were journeying up his neck, teasingly tracing its peachy exterior while watching his Adam’s apple oscillate in apprehension. Subconsciously, he lifted his head a little to grant you more access, which humored you quite a bit, and you couldn’t hold back your upcoming pokes. While scratching underneath his damp chin, toying with his feline features in a subtle sense, you grinned down at him as he placed his hands on your exposed thighs.

“Awwwh, does the kitty want more rubs? Hm?” You were relentless with your words, impish with your tone, and passionate with your touches; how has he not crawled in a hole and just perished yet? Better yet, why do you proceed to call him the ludicrous sobriquet he asked you not to use on numerous occasions? Not only it’s embarrassing, but conflicting, for he actually enjoys it just a little. With a miffed, disapproving grunt, he felt your fingers itch under his chin as if he was a literal cat, which made him shake his face away in delay.

“Mmh.. Could you please stop calling me that? It’s so embarrassing…” Kenma repeated himself yet again, his movement prompting some slippage from his towel, which granted you a better view of his roseating skin. You took the opportunity to boop the tip of his nose, but you didn’t call him the nickname again. For now, at least. In return to your taunts, he gave your left thigh a harsh pinch, earning a harsh jolt in response. He would always use your over-reactivity to elude situations that he couldn’t control; it’s a bad trait for your ticklish behavior. The harsh pinches on your thigh converted into harsh pokes in your sides, which you were reflectively deflecting until he was simply full on tickling you, potentially frustrating and overwhelming you.

“Ah—fuck! Stop tickling—Eeughh—NO!” You exclaimed through sharp, protesting shrieks and forged laughs to correspond; it was all melodious to his ears. You had the upper hand since you were still straddling him, but he used this as the opportunity to sit up with his hands clasped around your waist, his veins and somewhat muscular structure embedded within his skin protruding a little. You wanted to protest and force him to lay down, for his towel was now off his face and you were now flipped over and pinned against the bed surrounded by numerous products, but he was distracting you with the excessive tickling to the point where you couldn’t formulate words to scold him. “STOP ti-ckling me—it HURTS when you do it! L-Love, pleaseee—”

“That means it’s working,” Kenma mocked you in a sarcastic, playful sneer as he proceeded with his pokes and abrupt tickles, knowing each spot makes you crumble and weaken under his touch. The few liberated, platinum blond strands that escaped from his silk bonnet stuck to his forehead and side of his face due to the water-product mixture he has yet to wipe from his pores. Oddly, his crimsoned face, narrowed-eyed, condescending gaze, and subtle, contented grin embellished his current state; it was like peering at the eclipse each time he smiled. Had you not been fighting for your life at the moment, you would take a moment to take in the fact that you’re quite the fucking winner. Still, you’re positive that you’re still winning, as for now he was casually straddling you, finally giving you a moment to take a breather. Also giving you time to concoct comprehensible sentences and slurs to utilize to curse him out with.

As you were gently panting, he could’ve sworn that the birds weren’t there to begin with, and the rain began to evanesce; this must be the solo of the morning, yes? Your chest rising and falling in a rhythmic manner, you muttering small complaints about him messing up your hair (which he helped pay for), you incapable of not becoming a smiley mess without him giving you an incredulous expression for longer than three seconds, or the way your disarming gaze glinted with seraphic tears he felt destined to wipe away each time they would cascade. While utilizing the towel to carefully dap and wipe away the product from his face, he couldn’t help but feel an incessant ache in his abdomen every time you were just being yourself. Sometimes he hated how much he loved you; he hoped that your feelings corresponded with his every hour.

“Thanks, dear,” Kenma commented absentmindedly, but after processing your confused expression and proneness to asking “huh”, he acknowledged that he actually needed to voice what exactly he was thanking you for without admitting that he was suffocating in kilos of love, which induced his subconscious speech. Awkwardly, he shifted his lower half on your stomach, glancing away for a moment as a hesitant hum eluded him. Although you were always patient for what he was going to say, for he wasn’t the kind of guy to have the patience for his own emotions, it inspired him more to behold a sense of calmness before speaking. Still, at the end of the day, it was still mortifying. “Y’know, for this stuff.. I guess… I-.. yeah…”

You stifled a laugh, earning an immediate pouty glare from him in return, which only caused you to laugh more and more. He knew it wasn’t out of malice, but how could he not blush even further? The prettiest woman in the world granting him his attention like this? Of course it would take this long to admit his love for you; look at you!

“Of course, love. Anything for you,” You spoke, your tone trembling a little since you were still trying not to laugh at his evident struggle. He simply ignored your behavior before snatching up his switch off the bed, bringing his attention back to the level he was destined to make you lose in. The way he quickly became engrossed within the game as if he wasn’t practically gushing over you made you suck your teeth, and the fact that he heard you and decided to silently giggle behind the screen only induced your offense. “Nigga, I’m boutta break that shit one day.”

He struggled responsively before riposting gently yet sarcastically. “And your total will be 20,000 yen once you finish.”

To think he has the nerve to get bold-mouthed even after the song finishes…

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#𖧷 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 #𖧷 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐫.𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 #haikyuu x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma hcs #kenma headcanons #kenma haikyuu #kenma x black reader #kenma x black fem reader #kenma fluff #kenma kuzome #kenma x reader #hq kenma #haikyuu kenma #kozume kenma #kenma #kenma x you #x black reader

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yuyinesque · 7 days

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idk bout y’all but i be making headcanons about my moots fr. like i bet they have two dogs that guards the six corpses in their attic.

#𖧷 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒!

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yuyinesque · 8 days

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this harrrrrddd euuugghh.

Galactic Pirates

The Galactic Pirates is a One Piece fan fiction also taking great inspiration from Gurren Lagann, and various other anime/manga that I created, following the journey of, as the name suggests, the Galactic Pirates. However, mainly the tale follows Mustafa D. Doctor and how he tries to achieve his crazy dream of becoming the Galactic Pirate King, a title that while does not exist, he is determined to make a reality.

Chapter One (Coming Soon)

#𖧷 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐫.𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 #ᖭི༏ᖫ 𝓶𝓲 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓼 #one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy #zoro #sanji #original character #fan fiction #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d dragon #one piece fanfiction #mugiwara crew #galactic pirates

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yuyinesque · 8 days

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Yandere incel probably has wet dreams about darling stepping on him but then would get so embarrassed by imagining being in a submissive position he would get mad at us for no reason

this!!! he’d be so conflicted!!! the last thing he needs on his mind is a woman he’s extremely intimidated by to put him in a position that isn’t necessarily hard to put him in.

but like how are you angry with a boner rn…? he’d try to manipulate them believing that they’re the issue per usual but likeeee… darling’s immune to his bs beyond this point. they would assume that it’s because he thought of the mere idea of a woman or simply got caught masturbating in the cafeteria.

“good afternoon, how are you doing t—” “fucking bitch, so f-fucking annoying…” “??? alright… concluded that you’re rather exasperated this morning… would you like to elaborate on why?” like boy ☠️. calm down…! ur scaring off the hoes!

#𖧷 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 #𖧷 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒!

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WOMANEATER | “𝗒-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒…”

⚘ précis. ≡ you're a therapist in a psyche ward, and your new patient isn't one you're particularly experienced with.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ yandere!incel & psyche ward!therapist y/n, afab!reader (no fem-aligned prns used), physical violence, compulsive masturbation, hypersexuality, misogyny & women-blaming, usage of “bitch”, mentions of post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd); obsessive behavior; delusion (secondary erotomania); age regressing; & urine, manipulation (guilt-tripping & gaslighting), mentions of suicide & self harm, implied rape fantasies & perversion.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 781.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list

🧷 yandere!incel who is a scrub-wearing individual who wears stoic expressions like they’re permanent masks, though at times the said mask tends to falter vastly when he’s around any woman; even fem-presenting figures drives him an inch deeper towards insanity. he’s picked numerous fights with women and only women, even when they’ve done nothing but walked past him. the fights were always prompted by truculence and defense, as for he would disclose evident signs that he was terrified of said woman, completely convinced that they were after him in some sort of ill manner, so he strikes before they even get the chance to blink. because of this, he’s been isolated away from female figures, and only male characters were capable of catering to him, as he was indifferent towards them. well, every male but you, a female.

🧷 yandere!incel who is quite the handful for inexperienced, psyche ward!therapist darling, as for they haven’t dealt with a patient with such a high caliber of disorders; their worst case so far was a suicidal woman who was diagnosed with type one bipolar. one session with the individual was enough to question your overall abilities. i mean, he despised you. at least that’s what you believed.

🧷 yandere!incel who is tired of you cheating on him with other patients! this is why he’s so angry towards you specifically, but he won’t say. however, he’s also completely infatuated with you; have i also mentioned completely horrified with you? you’ve noticed each time you would change your tone slightly, he would convert into a fretful mouse, apologizing incessantly as tears glossed his dark, beady eyes, also slipping up by referring to you as “mother” in a small, infantile voice. you concluded it was because you reminded him of such, and she was primarily the reason why he feared and hated women so much. motherly abuse.

🧷 yandere!incel who would have his calmer days since he was genuinely interested in his spouse. he’s never had a woman so madly in love with him, so it not only fed his ego, but causes his dick to swell with cum each time you evinced signs that confirmed you were oso desperate for his attention. with the way you sit up when you walk in, reassure him that everything will be fine, or even going out of your way to smile in such a lecherous manner. it angered him, especially when he begins groping his hardened crotch in front of you and complaining about you and your whorish antics. you would ignore him in response or threaten to cut the meeting short, which prompts a loud, slur-screaming, victim-blaming outburst in response.

🧷 “you’re such a bitch, you hear me?! a bitch! and a bitch li-like you shouldn’t even be alive! luring me, t-teasing me—all women are just a bunch of fffffucking sluts!!”

🧷 yandere!incel who also showed signs of hypersexuality and exhibitionism. he was a chronic masturbator, pleasuring himself to the most horrific things with your face in mind. just the thought of keeping you in your place by forcing you to perform taboo acts on the receptionist desk as everyone watched rotted his mind.

🧷 yandere!incel who would try to convince you that he doesn’t hate you only to voice his hatred towards you the next week. then he’d not only do that, but then claim that he’s never done such with tears in his eyes, finding your scoldings utterly unnecessary and so mean. there was even a time where you lost your patience and raised your voice at him, immediately causing him to not only an apologetic rant, but to begin pissing himself in the chair he was trembling and sobbing on, the strong scent of ammonia filling the room during the process.

🧷 yandere!incel who needed your touch or he’ll perform said disgraceful acts. there was a day where he pleaded for just a hug from you if he was good the whole week. once you confirmed it, he did just that. no fights, no arguments, nothing. he even apologized for freezing up and screaming at the poor, feminine soul that walked near him. you knew it was against the rules to be this affectionate towards patients, but you couldn’t break a promise. and so, you did—hugged him. awkwardly, even. he was rather short, so his face was buried within your chest, and the boner pressed against your thigh only made you feel nauseous, but not as nauseous as his next, ominous set of words.

🧷 “y-you better hope these h-hands hold mercy on your.. body once i luh-latch them onto you…”

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft

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<333.

yayyyy mutuals hiiiiiiiii reblog if you love your mutualssssssss hiii mutuals

#𖧷 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐫.𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬

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please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.

Confess something to me

#𖧷 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐫.𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬

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hey sexy, give them a taste of indigo.

disclaimers — amab!reader, afab!oc, trans!catboy oc, riding, lipstick staining, desperation, implied praise kink.

Your kitty prefers “handsome” over “pretty” any damn day, that’s for sure.

Indigo’s hands smushed your cheeks together before as his tongue snuck inside of your mouth yet again, carelessly smudging the carmine-inspired lipstick against your lips. Frantic moans tumbled against the surface of your slob-coated lips as he failed to proceed with the aggressive kiss he initiated beforehand, resulting in him letting out an exasperated moan, his hips gyrating seraphically to subdue an upcoming breakdown. You then, reassuringly, demanded him to quiet down and focus while your cloudy touch journeyed from his waist and down his hips, encouragingly matching the rhythm of them so he could be influenced to dissipate his nerves. Uncharacteristically compliant and reasonable, he nodded drowsily, the subtle presentation of the example of “patience” causing his pussy to clench tightly around you.

“Mmh, n-no.. ffuck you.. Call me handsome again,” Indigo demanded after a moment of him stalling by grinding onto your dick rather than bouncing on it accordingly. Although his words, his jumbled, breathless, needy words, held no weight in the position he signed himself for, his expression was pleading and distressed, needing you to compliment him just a few more times before he could advance… even though he had little to no known way of inuring it. Even the way his ears remained pinned harshly against the top of his tousled head signified that he desired it just once more.

“Do it. Call me- uhn, now… ‘M your handsome boy..? Like this? L- Hah- A-Again..” He was on the brink of folding completely if he hadn’t already with that flush face, those subtle purrs, and a tight grasp on the end of his sweater, and that’s without implying the continuation of the hip circling, evidently trying to charm you into falling into his desires.

Yeah, he enjoys it quite a bit.

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wahh! we’re moots now. i wanted to follow you a while ago but it was kinda close to the ask and i didn’t wanna seem obsessive or weird. so glad i can openly support you now w/o fear

i’m more-so content than uncomfortable; i love interaction outside of likes. you don’t look obsessive at all. you simply look like someone who wants to become my moot, which i’ll happy accept. besides, as long as you respect me and my space, which i’ll do the same for you, we should be okay!

#𖧷 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 #ᖭི༏ᖫ 𝓶𝓲 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓼 #<3

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yuyinesque · 11 days

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MYSTERY CAT. (or simply … indigo!)

“simply… indigo? refer to me as mr. indigo; i’ll become an

universal liability if you refuse. i always get my way, after all.”

𑁍 ﹏ sobriquets: mystery cat, spider-cat, indie, fish face, biscuits, indie kitty. mr. indigo, mr. meanie, bs, mijo, son, my son, puppy, mutt, little nimbus, baby blue/twinkie (via ichor 𖤐), little stray, pretty kitty, pretty boy, prince, young master (indigo), jophiel, anja, quidnunc, (big) lotto, lucky charm, gatito bonito, rich bitch, kitty, bell, pussy cat, alley cat, catnap.

𖥔 ﹏ additional photos: ⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄.

𖥔 ﹏ general background: Ever seen one of these before? I’m sure you have. The Maneki-neko, also known as the Japanese “beckoning cat” is a benevolent apparition that bestows alms upon the ones who owns them. Usually you would see one of these statues in casinos or small businesses since these feline spirits tend to beckon in customers or good fortune, hence the way their paw lures in whatever their human desires. The left paw invites clients or customers, whereas the right invites fortune or good health; very rarely you’d find a maneki-neko that utilizes both of their paws simultaneously. Indigo is capable of shape-shifting from male, partially male (calico cat demihuman; calico catboy), or simply a norwegian forest calico cat. While his cat form is presentably female, his human/catboy form is not, as for he is a trans individual. A little more about him is that his own, the one he grants wishes to, is Illūnis, a malevolent apparition called a Rusalka. Despite her indifference towards cats, she saved him while he was just a kitten, for he was, no matter the AU, was on the brink of death. You can assume where he gains a few of his esoteric traits from; being raised by a homicidal spirit isn’t something you usually encounter.

𖥔 ﹏ trademark notables: Innately calls people “dear” when you’re concerning or confusing him (or becomes more polite in general). Nabs jewelry or any shiny material (whether it's his owner’s or something from an expensive store). Has purplish dark circles underneath his eyes considering that he doesn’t get a good amount of sleep due to his insomnia. Consumes unhealthy amounts of sugar, and I don’t mean confectionery. I mean sugar. Sleeps in the most unconventional places to feel hidden and safer. Doesn’t enjoy kids much (lacks the patience) but will risk the moon for the elderly. Ears are always in airplane mode in cat (boy) form, especially when he’s in public. Walks around with a gold coin, consider it a lucky one if you will, though if people tend to test him, he flips the coin (heads meaning whoop their ass, tails meaning flee. unfortunately for him, it nearly always lands on tails). Taps his fingers on his lips when he’s giggly, excited, or ecstatic, though if he uses one hand it indicates that he’s nervous or overthinking. Sleep talks and either spouts suggestive or ominous messages. Knows one too many things about most of the individuals of any given AU. Always in the lap of a highly attractive male in cat form. Comedically, he has a job EVERYWHERE… tired of seeing him in every little shop with a wink or straight-faced peace sign.

𖥔 ﹏ genshin notables: He’s a dendro-bearing resident of Liyue, quite the charismatic and memorable one at that. As a kitten, he used to live in Snezhnaya with his previous owner, Dottore, who not only captured him for personal experiments, but thrown him out when he was no use to him anymore, leaving him in the Snezhnayan snow. Because Illūnis was also once a resident of Snezhnaya, she found the poor thing and took him in as her own. Regrettably and reluctantly, of course. Once Illūnis became the Sentinel of Liyue, naturally they would have to reside there, specifically in Lone Cloud Pavilion. Indigo acts as Illūnis spiritual messenger, so he’s quite literally all over the map. He knows… everything and everyone because of this. Anyway, the citizens of Liyue (besides Traveler and Paimon, of course), have no way of knowing that this gift-giving kitty and this narcissistic catboy is the same person, so you can assume that his reputation varies. He’s much more adored in cat form, but as a human, people were weary of him; he enjoys both reputations, however, so he didn’t do anything. Not to mention that he gets custom-made collars from Ningguang, and he uses false visions he wears depending on the form to keep his existence a mystery.

𖥔 ﹏ atsv notables: Uhhh… anti-heroic spider-cat who will save the world if you keep your children on his taxes. Anyways, N/A for now.

𖥔 ﹏ jujutsu kaisen notables: Uhmmm… a human-born grade two curse who is also a sorcerer for the intel, benefits, and thrill. Anyways, N/A for now.

𖥔 ﹏ yandere au notables: As a yandere, he’d be the possessive and manipulative type, which is practically a given since these traits are in his character. Just not in an extreme degree. Growing up with Illūnis alters his empathy and basic perspectives. For example, stalking could simply be his way of “checking on” someone and manipulation are just as mere as white lies. While he’s not a murderer, he’s not against making scenes look like a simple accident if needed. But first, he’d stick to blackmailing, for, as we know, Indigo is great at finding out every single thing about a person. This could also seem obsessive towards his darling; he knows things about you that you couldn’t even address at the moment since you lacked the proper insight. But he didn’t. A better reason to keep him around, no? Anyway, as I said before, he could get eliminating, but if he has to kill, he’d get something else to do the work for him. He has a voracious, cannibalistic mother after all, so it’s best for his victims to not get too testy. He would also be a self-indulgent yandere, which is the type that prefers to be worshipped incessantly by his love interest. This could also lead to an obsession. If you squint, of course. Indigo is quite the arrogant kitty.

𖥔 ﹏ birthday: april 29th.

𖥔 ﹏ age appearance: twenty (20).

𖥔 ﹏ zodiacal big three: taurus ☼ | scorpio ❍ | libra ⇡

𖥔 ﹏ race, ethnicity, nationality: asian, japanese, nationality varies depending on the au.

𖥔 ﹏ sex, gender, sexuality, pronouns: female, trans male, uranic, he/him.

𖥔 ﹏ mbti: entp-a (the assertive debater).

𖥔 ﹏ likes: bubbles. brain-training (sudokus, anagrams, crossword puzzles, chinese checkers, etc.). honey garlic salmon (reminds him of illūnis and circe). traveling & nature walks or sprints w/ xīn’yuè. taking the longest naps. studying finance/economics, he is a lil’ financial adviser. numismatics!!!!! sitting in laps (‘specially, and only, in the laps of a pretty man). MONEYYYYY WOOOOOO. the elderly, so sweet, so quiet, LIKE JIHANE sometimes. socializing. lipstick (really, it’s a guilty pleasure). gossiping about everything, everyone, doesn’t matter, even matter isn’t safe. dangling earrings, jingly jewelry (often steals jihane’s). icicles! chandeliers (‘minds him of icicles). any self-care methods. physical affection, greatly. words of affirmation, mmh. jewelry or anything sparkling (crystals, keychains, aluminum foil, icicles, etc.). winter!! catnip. journey walks/exploration walks. controversial debates. blumei, best child/puppy ever. kittens, much better than real children. chin/ear scratches. valentine’s day. mmh, fish, but please cook it. why would he want uncooked seafood? diadems & crowns. being called handsome. nami from one piece; y’all sleep on her. kenma from haikyuu; sleeping. nose kisses. bird watching. people watching. romance k-dramas. writing in cursive. yoga!! frankly and secretly? dogs; very energetic like him but they get too loud. puppy/bunny-coded characters. treasure hunting. birthdays, but his.

𖥔 ﹏ dislikes: citrus fruits. spending money cuz be fr. lack of attention/affection. children (kittens are much more tolerable). crying in front of people. pimples.. gross. oversleeping/overexertion. PAIMON, SHUT UP FOR ONCE (genshin au). unnecessarily loud people/music. judgmental individuals (hypocritical ass). hyperactive individuals, what even is zolene. beer, tf? little miss goddamn yashmi-noir (as if she isn’t an upcoming favorite; she’s still an ick tho like maju). over-socializing. too much authority. spicy foods; zolene why. his insomnia. fucking inazuma (genshin au). puppies??! especially if they misbehave?!? seething hot days. FOXES (“they’re catlike freaks despite being another mutt classification… the contradiction is humiliating. y/n, have you seen a tibetan fox? it’s not safe for work”…). needy fucking individuals and they don’t even be cute with it (spider-man au). practicality. unapologetic individuals since he’s ironically apologetic. GREEN, ironically… easter (unless there’s money in one of those eggs). uncooked fish, why does sushi exist, he may ask? the aftermath of a goddamn sugar rush. forest clearings. baths, but knows it’s mandatory in human form too. the fourth of july, LOUD. unnecessary sleepless nights or nightmares. unrequited love. flower crowns, mightest well give him the real thing. & emhalo plants… ew.

𑁍 ﹏ quotes:

About Us: Mystery Cat ୨୧ “Why is the title so indistinct? Mystery cat? Really? What does a man have to do to free himself from this tree? Induce his ethanol intake? Please, a flea could come up with something better.”

About Sentinel Illūnis ୨୧ “Selenic Sentinel number three… What did she do this time?… Nothing? You just believed that I’d know of her? Unfortunately, yes, but we’re not on speaking terms at the moment. She frightened me with her behavior, then—… Huh? Oh no, she didn’t try to eat me. She simply has the audacity of a toddler, feeding me raw fish straight from the sea like I’m some sort of animal. I’m… still trying to wrap my head around the situation before I wrap my hands around her neck. *long sigh* …Really, how dare she?”

About Ichor ୨୧ “Really, Illūnis speaks entirely illy of that woman; never a green flag. He’s a Dao, a malicious earth genie who has also created the Selenian race. Again, don’t question me. I know everything. Tokyo—Ichor is a conflicting individual much like their nymph acolyte. Except be has the personality of that sun mutt but knows things even Illūnis has trouble comprehending. Horrifying, isn’t it? An aspirational man…”

About Gojo Satoru ୨୧ N/A FOR NOW.

About Zhongli ୨୧ “A dignified man he is… *long, dreamy sigh* … I’ve always prided myself on the simple fact that I’m well acquainted with him. Though unfortunately, greed runs wildly in my veins *purrs a bit* … this acquaintanceship is entirely dissatisfying. Traveler, he will become my next plaything.”

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