#starving anon＼(^^)／

[morverenmaybewrites]

How would Jason feel about it if Pg had a small dog? I need to know if we're accepted

Aw, everyone is welcome here!

I have reason to believe that Jason is actually a dog-lover. In the comics, he adopts a dog named...Dog.

If he ever got a smaller dog, I imagine it would be something of an accident. Something unplanned.

Maybe aftter coming home from patrol, keys already in hand and he'd hear the sound of garbage bags being shifted, of cans being overturned, disturbing a cloud of black flies that burst into the air like smoke. 

And he's so keyed up, senses still sharp and adrenaline still pumping after his patrol, that he nearly shoots before he looks. 

But then, the trash pile shifts to reveal...a puppy. And Jason's relieved that he didn't shoot. If nothing else, it would have been a waste of a bullet.

The puppy is an ugly thing: bloated stomach undoubtedly filled with worms, one ear looking like something attempted to chew it off (probably rats). Half of its fur is already gone, and the half that is left is probably infested with fleas.

Jason wrinkles his nose, feeling an odd mixture of distaste and pity. He makes a conscious effort not to care. Street mutts are a dime a dozen in Gotham City, outnumbered only by the rats propagating in the sewers underneath his feet.

Besides, the puppy would probably be dead by morning, and he'd be saddled with the awful job of having to dispose of its corpse before it starts rotting, because no way in hell was he letting you near it. 

And yet, amazingly, it wags its tail at him--a naked, pink thing that curls at the end like a pig's. He can see a cluster of ticks attached to its hindquarters. 

"I don't have food for you," he tells it. "Go away."

The puppy still approaches, raw hope in its eyes, and he wonders why that instinct hasn't been kicked out of it yet. Certainly, there aren't a lot of people in Gotham willing to share food with a stray.

He pauses, keys in hand.

Sighs.

"I'll check to see if we have some leftovers. I wouldn't get my hopes up, though. I'm a big eater." 

And that should have been the end of that. It really should have. Because strays--dogs, cats, people--are a dime a dozen in Gotham City, and he can't care about every single one of them. Because he had much bigger things to worry about than a filthy puppy in an alleyway, one that would probably be dead in the morning, anyway. 

Because everything in Gotham earns it keep or it dies. 

Except--

He hears the door open. 

"Jason? Who are you talking to?"

Of course. 

He had taken too long to open the door, and now you've opened it for him, and now you are staring not at Jason, but the puppy, who is still wagging its tail as if your voice meant something to it.

And God, Jason would be lying if he says that he doesn't feel the same. 

A beat. A pause.

And then, "That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen," you said flatly. 

Jason heaves a sigh of relief.

"We should give it something to eat." 

His second sigh sounds much more resigned. 

He agrees to the keep the thing on the condition that its quarantined to a single room. That since you were the one who wanted it, you are going to have to be the one to feed it, walk it, play with it. 

And yet, every night for the first three days, he makes no sign of protest as he watches you pick through his dinner after you've given the puppy half of yours.

He buys a packet of dog food after that, reasoning that it's easier than letting himself starve. 

He helps you take a puppy to a backalley vet, one that charged for next to nothing because her degree was probably forged somewhere in the Burrows than in one of the universities.

He gets the puppy a collar, but stubbornly refuses to name it. He calls it Dog and leaves it at that. 

As time goes on, the puppy's fur grows back: it's a dull brown, more dishwasher than chocolate. But its tail remains naked and pink, curling at the end like a pig's. This isn't some pampered breed, made to sit on your lap while you work. Dog is very clearly a stray from the streets of Gotham. What you see is what you get. And Jason finds a strange sort of satisfaction with that.

In the early days of ownership, he at least hopes that Dog would grow up big and mean. There are lots of abandoned pitbulls and bulldogs to affect the genetic pool of strays. 

Everything in Gotham has to earn its keep after all, and Dog is no different. 

But woefully, Dog doesn't grow as big as Jason had hoped. Or as brave. He hides in your lap at the sound of rolling thunder and cries when it begins to rain.

He winds around Jason's feet every time Jason stands, begging for a treat. 

"You know you have to earn these, right?" Jason tells him as he hands Dog another biscuit. 

The damn thing was getting fat. 

Jason would never admit it to himself. Perhaps he wouldn't even know it, but he's looking for a dog that's a little bit like him. Big. Mean. Or at least big and mean enough to be able to keep you safe while he's away. 

Something that has to work for everything it's been given. 

Something useful. Something that earns its place at your feet or in your lap or beside you in the bed. 

And maybe over time, he'll learn that not everything has to be earned. 

[bluerasbunny]

can I hug Moon paleasepleasepalese

he doesn't seem very keen on the idea

[arcanescreencaps]

have you done one of caitlyns fingers, to go with that one of vis? Im normal i prommise

[eashgirl]

Would it be too much to ask for TFO StarWaveWave headcanons?how do you think they first met? I'm all ears whatever opinion you have. I'm starved.

I was going to say maybe later since I'm very drained atm,then I realized anon you're right, you and I are both starved so here are some headcanons. A lot of my headcanons are actually pre-war/pre-Prime's murder, so I guess could be considered AU-ish because I am desperate for pre canon content of them.

• I like to think they were just acquaintances by the time they first met, Soundwave had been in the High Guard the longest, for the majority of his life actually he had been around the Primes after being taken in by them when the War escalated,he and Sentinel knew eachother at around the same time since Sentinel was but they weren't that close. Soundwave met Starscream first when the latter was a cadet, at the time they weren't really on speaking terms and Starscream was much closer to Sentinel in the beginning before their relationship got strained.

• Soundwave and Starscream started to actually interact as colleagues after Starscream's promotion, they happened to work with each other and while at times they got annoyed with how the other goes around with things, they did start to deliberately seek out eachother during meetings when Zeta Prime's speeches got too long, and when they talked about Sentinel behind his back. Soundwave isn't one to hold a grudge but he doesn't really like Sentinel much either and they got along because of that.

Plus Soundwave was Megatronus' favourite Guard and Starscream was Prima's, so they had additional opportunities where they were "stuck with eachother" so it became a begrudging but eventually amicable friendship.

• They met Shockwave after the latter was integrated into the High Guard to find a new start for himself, after he was rescued from being a Quintesson civilian hostage at one point and became the head scientist. He and Starscream met a while back before that when Shockwave played a role in helping civilian unrest during the war when the overworld cities were destroyed and refugees had to be escorted to Iacon which was moved underground.

• Starscream was the one who visited Shockwave's lab to ramble about things that some soldier did to annoy him and boast about how he made them do extra work,and other things, much to the latter's exasperation since he really wanted to be alone but he never did bring up anything mentioning Shockwave's trauma or anything to trigger it ,overtime it became a kind of habit between them Shockwave even let him join in on his experiments since Starscream always did want to be a scientist but decided his skills could be used elsewhere since it was wartime,he was pretty excited over it.

• Shockwave and Soundwave had a more normal meeting,they met eachother randomly in the hallway before Zeta Prime introduced them, then went on a mission together, they got along and just decided to start hanging out with eachother because they both thought the other was weird and intriguing.

•Eventually,they just started to choose to hang out together, and conveniently got assigned to missions together. Because the Primes also wanted them to get along Starscream caught on pretty fast because he was used to a lot of Prima's very very eccentric requests but somehow those involving his colleagues happened to be way too obvious, but Prima would always brush it under the rug. It was the same with Megatronus who was somehow even worse at acting than Prima, he'd conveniently nudge them to interact with eachother and even make vague comments here and there under the guise of casual conversation. That confused Soundwave. Solus and Liege Maximo are completely disappointed at their fellow Primes utter lack of acting skills, it's way too obvious what they're trying to do.

•Alpha Trion ships them he's not even going to try to deny it, as does almost the entire High Guard. They are not subtle.

•Sentinel is pretty bitter about it because the three of them have the nerve to somehow grouping up and isolating him (to bitch about him too), and he doesn't get it, why?what did he do? They hate his guts 😭.

• They were pretty much Amica endurae by that point unofficially, Ravage thinks Soundwave's choices are highly questionable but hey if it's working out for you, that's fine I guess. (Going by IDW's dynamic for Soundwave and Ravage, Ravage was one of Megatronus Prime's aides who took in Soundwave because I thought it would be funny)

• They are not the most emotionally open people, Soundwave and Shockwave actually do talk about those things when they are alone but Starscream is very hard to get to open up, he'd rather stew in his own issues than admit help, he'd sooner notice their problems than notice his own. The Waves convinced the Primes to assign him to a therapist because "his anger issues were inhibiting efficiency in the army (and for personal wellbeing)" there was no way he'd agree to go unless it's an order. Starscream knows it's them and he is not happy but he's not going to disobey an order, doesn't mean he won't make very passive aggressive comments to the therapist about them.

•They do occasionally live in a shared apartment for tax reasons, but different beds since they aren't really tactile people unless it's an awfully hard day they do (very rarely) cuddle by the balcony,their expressions of adoration are more gestures, my interpretation of them is very queerplatonic aroace tbh. But that's just me projecting myself on them.

• They argue about anything and everything, they're like an old married couple by how much they argue over the most ridiculous things, they've saved eachother's life more than once during war, it's just a very odd dynamic their strengths do work well when paired, and they do generally get along really well- when they are not arguing over who's turn it is to make dinner,do errands or who's strategy or suggestion is the most superior during war meetings.

•I like to think while not completely unrecognizable by the time they were in the High Guard they were very drastically different from how they were in the movie, Soundwave was more emotionally open and while he's not proud of it he does use his telepathy on his comrades even without their knowledge at times,something he never used to do unless necessary because he blames himself for being unable to see through Sentinel's intentions even while working so close to him. Shockwave's anxieties were not that intense that was mostly the result of being constantly on the run and the past 50 cycles he's constantly on the analysis of everything wrong that could possibly happen as the surface is very dangerous and having Quintessons and Sentinel tracking them did not help, Starscream was already pretty closed off by the time he initially joined the HG,his paranoia after Sentinel's betrayal intensified as he sees it as a personal failure, I like to think he was pretty reasonable back then and was geniunely a good leader he started to spiral during the exile, most of them did.

•They don't have the heart to really comfort eachother the way they want to because they are all depressed and messed up. They wanted the war to end so bad only to be thrust in another war and then another one(the latter was technically their own choice though when they sided with Megatron but it's still sad).

• If any of them are trying to comfort eachother it's Soundwave, and it's done very subtly. Because he knows Starscream would just get annoyed and lash out or Shockwave may have another emotional break, I like to think the other two do try in their own way but they fall short most of the time.

• Soundwave met Laserbeak when the latter nearly tried to claw out Starscream's eyes when they had to evacuate one of their bases after being compromised and decided "I'm adopting you". Laserbeak deliberately gets on Shockwave and Starscream's nerves but they can't really do anything but complain since Soundwave actually likes him, Rumble and Frenzy come afterwards when the Autobot/Decepticon war actually begins, they are their weird adoptive children.

• Their relationship does get more strained as the war escalates and their differing relationship with Megatron, Soundwave's loyalty, Shockwave's mostly neutrality and starting to lean more on logic as an anchor, and Starscream eventually growing to dislike Megatron. This puts them at odds, and there's a sense of betrayal when they aren't on the same page. At times they do even hate eachother. After the war eventually ends...they need therapy and recounselling to work on their issues, but it got better over time.

• Shockwave did try to fix Starscream's voice after the movie at the latters request but was really only able to fix the pitch a little it's still damaged but it's adjusted so the pitch isn't that noticable unless he's yelling- which he unfortunately does a lot besides that it doesn't sound similar to his old voice at all, it's still damaged , they did assure him it's not that bad. He gets annoyed at their horrible attempt at comfort but weirdly appreciates it.

• They have their own merch back when they were HG, it was eventually forgotten over time but Starscream is never living it down that he not only voted for himself in 7 different catogaries under 3 seperate accounts but he and Shockwave both anonymously voted for Soundwave, they all voted for eachother without the other knowing in different catogaries in a fan poll. They don't bring it up much but it's a funny topic Skywarp and Thundercracker bring up at times before being yelled at to shut up.

• Starscream has no concept of personal space, he gets into their space all the time but ironically is the one who hates being touched the most and complains if they touch him without his consent this really drives the other two insane

• Sometimes Shockwave and Soundwave just hang out alone in their apartment just so they can vent about Starscream, he knows they do it and he is annoyed about it, that's partially why he vents about them to his therapist, because two can play at that game. The Primes honestly paid that therapist way too much to keep up those sessions because they genuinely wanted to see if it helped out of...concern lol.

• They have the worst roommate attitude ever, none of them actually want to do the chores, whether because they're busy or just generally got in the mood none of them want to do the dishes and keep playing the blame game until someone eventually gets tired of it and does something about it.

• Playing games is pretty much a no go most of the time, Soundwave really hates those nights, because everytime they try to do it Starscream ends up being way too competitive and drags it out until he wins, (very rarely they begrudgingly let him win on purpose- because otherwise he'd be unbearable the next few days trying to convince them for a rematch), and Shockwave keeps complaining he's cheating (Soundwave knows both of them are cheating and is side eyeing them the whole time), if it weren't for the fact they had jobs they'd keep this up for hours it doesn't help that they are all pretty competitive and petty.

• They shit talk about eachother too, it's not always malicious they're just the type of people to roast eachother when they think the other is doing something stupid or embarrassing. It's just natural to them, they'd never let the other live it down that they did something embarrassing.

This is still a new ship to me so I'll come with more later.

[cuppajj]

I made an x reader one shot for a friend and wanted to share it! I’m not confident in my writing to post it haha but I wanted you see anyway! ^^” but I hope you like it despite how ass my grammar is LMAO

You were in the Vanilla kingdom, tucked away in the palace. It was a bright sunny day, the wind calm with a pleasant breeze to break the heat of the morning sun. You awoke to the scent of vanilla, strong as it always was in this growing ‘kingdom’- at least that’s what you call it. Speaking of he, Saint Vanilla wasn’t present in the room. You shifted in the sheets of your bed, the scent of vanilla still lingering so he likely had checked in on you before leaving. Likely for morning sermon. You sighed as you took in the moment of peace you’ve been granted. It’s been rather hard staying in the vanilla kingdom, you missed home.. you missed having alone time. You could tell, that despite being physically alone, you were still being watched. The eyes the of the vanilla orchids always following you, even in your shared living space.

You were seized on a morning such as this one, the Saint taking great interest in you. You had spoken with him as Pure Vanilla, considered him a close friend even… those feelings must have carried over when he became a beast. He didn’t purify you on the spot. Instead, he opted to save you for last. You remembered it clearly.

The benevolent Saint Vanilla had you cornered in your own home, his lambs standing at the front doors, windows blocked with similar forces. His arms outstretched like a best friend member reuniting with you… except he wasn’t your dear friend anymore. He was someone else now- the sweet man you knew for years twisted into some.. beast. He took a step closer. The air tensing as you stared at his hands, his eyes calm despite the ever flowing tears. Until he finally spoke.

“Please forgive me, Bluebird.. for my soul is tainted with greed and selfishness. Your beautiful heart and mind deserve the freedom and safety of purification and as much as I know that, I cannot bring myself to go forward with your salvation.” He cooed softly, like how you would reassure a stray animal into approaching you. In a way, he sort of was. You pressed your back into the corner you sought protection in with no where else to go but to him. “I am afraid I cannot rescue you yet… but do not fret. Instead, you shall have the greatest honor of all, should you stay by my side. You shall witness my ascension, my deliverance as I rescue all of Earthbread!” His smile grew a touch warm as he finally closed the space between you, his arms wrapped around you now. He was warm… his robes of silk dances on your trembling skin. Despite the danger you faced, you were oddly.. calmed by his embrace. Though you couldn’t bring yourself to hug him back you were too terrified out of your mind to move- after all one wrong motion and you were as good as the dust that lingered on your shelving. He spoke up once more, “I hope you can forgive me and my selfish soul. I do promise to rescue you from this world one day.. you’ll be mine in this world and the next… I promise.” You could feel his tears stain your shoulder, but you refused to be fooled by such crocodile tears. He’s ‘purified’ entire civilizations- he was a beast but you were his lamb.

So against better judgment, you stayed in that bed, ever since that faithful day you aimed to change his views one step at a time and mend the broken man he’d become. Perhaps you can save the world from his ever gleaming kindness through peace. Though, as you reminisced and contemplated, the savior himself entered the room after sermon. Ah right… you slept through that. Though he was never upset, even now all he ever wore was a soft, welcoming smile.

“Ah. Good morning, little lamb.” He chuckled, walking over to your side of the bed and petting your hair. You on the other hand sat up finally after bed rotting and looked up at him, a smile on your face to match his. “Heh.. Good morning. Sorry I slept through another one of your… meetings.” You always hated calling them sermons despite what the lambs say. It felt too cultish- you were still denial that’s what this was. “Oh, don’t worry your little head about it, orchid.. you need your sleep to stay as strong as always.” If you didn’t know any better, he was the gentlest and kindest soul ever. You wish that he was… “Thanks.. you’re always so understanding.” You sighed in minor relief, it’s not like you expected him to upset about it after all- he never really experienced anger like that as far as you knew. “How can I not be? Every soul is bound to make mistakes. It’s merely the nature of it. If getting extra sleep is what aids you in your strength and safety then so be it..”, He responded. As you two had your conversation, the Saint had found your cheeks and gently played with them. Holding your face his hands, gently massaging, and over all just being as physically affectionate as he usually was. His hands were usually used for killing so you theorized that he enjoyed having someone to hold without the need for them to turn to dust. Even if he believed it was a necessary sacrifice for the greater good of the soul it must be nice to have something- someone tangible. “Now then,” He spoke up, “Why don’t we get up and out of bed? We have a beautiful day ahead of us and I think a walk would do you some good, my little flower.”

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[forsaken-headcanons]

Howdyyy! This is gonna be my random, unorganized headcanons and thoughts lmao-

- So, yes, I know when everyone compares Forsaken to another game, it’s usually Dead By Daylight. But hear me out. There is another game, one where it’s a group of survivors stuck in a hellish world, trying to survive against ‘killers’ AKA monsters, and each one has special perks and quirks… Where are my Don’t Starve fans at? :eyes:

^^ Adding on to this for fun, I wish they could add some skins in Forsaken like- Noob as Wilson, or Shedletsky as Wigfrid. OR ELLIOT AS WARLY!! PLEASE. I NEED MORE NOSTALGIA PLEASEEEEE. My starving heart NEEDS this.

- Stepping away from my DST rant, uh Dusekkar is a nerd… but he’s not built like a twig or is chubby. No, no. He’s a burly hunk. Awooga.

- Dusekkar gets excited when he sees ‘cosplays’, such as Vanity Jason, Nyan Elliot, etc. Like, he gets giddy. Silly guy.

- Scenecore Jason would work at Hot Topic.

- Luisgamercool23 has an unknown, unprovoked urge to cause chaos on some occasions. Watch out, Noob.

- If Cleetus / MrFlimFlam was added into Forsaken, his “parallel” killer would be Rust. I’d imagine that Rust would have an obsessive urge to try and ‘keep’ Cleetus to himself.

{{ 🐐🐍 anon }}

Dusekkar and cosplaying being mentioned in the same sentence is all you need to summon me. I love these. And I love him.

Silly little magical rhyming pumpkin guy. Adorable.

AND WE LOVE BURLY HUNK DUSEKKAR OH MY GOD!!!! YESS!!!

Honorable Cleetus/MrFlimFlam mentioned oh my lord

[dreamtydraw]

I hope this isn’t really weird to randomly send you, but Ais reminds me of those guys who say, “We’re gonna crash,” when they’re on a plane or roller coaster.

This is such a random ask wiskdi but I think it’s funny no worries.

Ais looks like he would fake mini freak out to scare people who are skittish and then act like nothing happened. Like, he see you’re on edge and make a loud noise before completely lying about it just for the fun of it. Chill guy energy who do playful mischief in my opinion.

He would also say no when you ask him to do something and then proceed to do it- again for the fun of it.

[judesmoonbeauty]

kate shooting someone? jude begging her to beg for more??? oh they fucking COOKED with this one 🥵

Yes yes yes yes yes yes!!!

They way she grew from not being able to move to putting a bullet into someone with NO hesitation🥹💜💜💜

That begging scene always makes me 🥵🥵🥵

[hypersexualshanks]

penny for your thoughts... shanks with a ftm reader

i wonder what it is about him that draws us to him like this...

shanks with a boyfriend is just generally an adorable concept to me. his favorite thing in the world is celebrating and goofing around with his men, after all. for his partner to be part of that, to be someone he can mess around with like the rest of the guys, all the while being able to be more physically affectionate with them than he is with the rest of his crew, would be a dream come true for him. nothing would be more affirming than being part of the red-haired pirates' celebrations. the moment you start drinking and joking around with the crew, you're one of the guys, no questions asked. shanks makes it a personal goal to make sure you always feel that way. need to borrow one of his shirts since they're loose enough to obscure your chest? say no more. if you want him to keep the fact that you're trans a secret, his lips will be sealed, but it's not something you need to worry about either way. pirates can't afford to dwell on the past; all the crew cares about is who you are now.

in bed, shanks is all service, making a point of figuring out what language you're comfortable with and where he should and shouldn't touch you. he's adaptable; this man is the textbook definition of a switch. if you're post-op or want to use a strap he'll let you on top with no complaints (though he will be bratty about how fast or slow you fuck him). he prefers to be on top, though, if you let him, and he'll be merciless once you do. he'll feel no need to hold back, pulling your hair and growling in your ear while he fucks you stupid. he's a fountain of praise while he's fucking you, purring about how you're such a good boy for him, about how precious you look underneath him. having a lover he can party with like the rest of the crew and drag into his quarters and rail the brains out of whenever he sees fit would drive him wild. (especially if you're on t and hornier because of it-- if that's the case, he'll spend every night fucking you until you can barely walk the next morning.)

[muffinsin]

Can you write one where for some reason Cassandra Dimitrescu just gets really turned on by her girlfriend? Like, her gf could literally just be eating a banana and she’d be really hard. Cassandra is really embarrassed by this cause she doesn’t want her lover to think she’s just some horn-dog and tries to hide it, but her gf easily notices and starts teasing her. (Maybe some fucking too?) Thanks!

-Touch-Starved Anon

👀👀👀👀

Let’s get into it!🙌 just a lil bit of switch Cassandra-

Masterlists

She stares, and she knows it. No matter how hard she attempts to tear her eyes from you, though, it seems entirely futile.

Cassandra’s cheeks sport a crimson color that is accompanied by warmth as she watches you. She’s sat on the bed as she stares at you from across the room.

You stand by her desk, papers and weapons scattered about. You’re organizing them as you normally do, and she opts to watch you like she always does. However, her boredom-induced stares and her dramatic whines for you to hurry up both came to an abrupt end when you began eating your snack.

At first, Cassandra hardly paid attention to it. Soon, that changed.

She sits with her face flushed and lips dry, golden eyes set entirely on you.

Cassandra forces herself to be quiet. The forces down every whimper before it can pass her lips, and every little whine. She’s rock hard, her cock straining against her underwear at the mere sight in front of her.

Now, it’s not quite the sight one might assume. You’re not in a state of undress, or trying to turn her on, even. You’re merely eating your lunch, a banana.

She’s incredibly embarrassed for getting turned on and riled up this badly from it.

Still, Cassandra can’t peel her eyes away. She watches your tongue and lips move around the fruit, and can’t help but imagine it’s her your mouth is tasting.

She feels her cock twitch as you lick and bite, and nearly whimpers as your tongue slides against the shaft of the banana for a mere moment before you take a bite.

You frown when you catch the view of your girlfriend in the corner of your eye, her arm reaching out to grasp a pillow and move it to her crotch.

Cassandra gasps when you turn to her, her body on fire and a light flutter in her chest.

She watches with wide eyes as you stalk towards her, and manages to bite back a whimper just in time before it could pass her plump, dry lips. Her eyes are set on you and her pupils are dilated. The poor thing is panting.

Cassandra feels her cheeks warm up even more when you cup one, your fingertip grazing her chin. “W-What is it?”, she asks, as though she really believes you’re this oblivious to what’s going on with her.

A small smile comes to your lips.

She gasps audibly when you drop in her lap in the next second, the pillow the only thing separating your body from hers. Cassandra bites back a moan when you move a little, the pillow rubbing against her hard bulge.

She feels warmer and warmer with each second, her blush spreading all the way to her neck and the tip of her ears.

She’s painfully riled up and needy, but it seems as though she isn’t going to take ownership of it.

You hum, as though considering her silly question, and as your hand tips up her head, you’re granted a proper view of her flushed cheeks and beautiful, golden eyes.

Cassandra gasps when you move on top of her, a small scowl on her face when you grip her chin and have her face you properly.

“Are you feeling well, Cass? You’re all warm and pink”, you coo. You decide to give into her little game of denial for the time being.

Still, she only shakes her head stubbornly. “I’m perfectly fine!”, she scoffs, yet you hear the waver in your voice when you keep eating and stroke a hair strand behind her ear.

She’s staring wide eyed at you, her nipples erect and their outline visible through her dress. You’re sure the pillow you’re sat on hides her bulge, too.

Cassandra gulps as she watches you keep eating, your tongue sliding alongside the fruit almost teasingly before you take a bite at last.

She bites her lip, then, to her greatest embarrassment, a single whimper falls from her lips when your finger pulls her bottom lip free from her teeth again.

You raise an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on your lips.

With parted lips and her tongue darting out for a mere moment to wet them, she watches you finish the fruit with your last bite.

Her face is bright warm and even Cassandra notices herself twist the blankets underneath her fingers. She feels precum drip from her twitching cock and could swear she is able to smell your arousal.

She gasps sweetly for you when you push her backwards, brunette curls of hair hitting white sheets.

When you hover above her and pull the pillow away, you nearly coo at her large bulge and adorable, embarrassed whine.

“Darli-ing”, she groans, her hips automatically bucking up when you do as much as stroke your fingertip over the obvious bulge in her dress.

“Ssshh, Cass”, is your only hushed reply when you begin to peel the tight dress off her pale skin.

She’s shivering as it is taken from her, and whines when your hand brushes up against the dent in her underwear. And as you lean above her, you manage to hear the quiet, breathless whimper and moan passing her dark painted lips. It’s adorable, really, just how hard she is trying to prove she didn’t get turned on by you going about your life.

Now, however, she will take ownership of it.

Cassandra gasps audibly when your leg moves between hers, your thigh slotted against hers and grinding against her deliciously.

You feel the precum sticking to her and smile in excitement when your lips make contact with the soft, overly sensitive skin of her bared neck.

At the first touch, at the first lick, at the first bite and sucking of sensitive, pale flesh into your mouth, you are rewarded with loud, eager moans and gasps. You feel her twitch against your thigh, precum dripping and drooling from her tip and down her thick cock.

When your hand slides up her thigh, your fingers squeezing and groping, her blush seems to only worsen.

“You’re such a naughty thing, baby. You know that?”, you tease, but laugh when her hips raise eagerly for you to pull down her underwear. Naturally, you grant her the silent wish, and when your hand slides across her wet tip, she moans beautifully for you.

“Can’t…help…it”, she moans, golden eyes struggling to stay open when you slide your thumb across her tip and tease it.

“You want me to take care of you, Cass?”, you tease, laughter slipping from your throat when her eyes immediately find yours again and her fingers tighten their grip on the sheets.

“What do you think?”, she hisses, and before you can even properly grasp what is happening, the flustered woman sits up again, her hand tearing from the ripped bedsheets to grab a fistful of your hair.

She’s rough, but doesn’t hurt you in her movements. Not yet at least, for you see the sadistic shimmer in her dark golden eyes as she forces you to kneel before her.

You’re caught completely off guard, and as you sink on the floor on your knees, you feel your own cheeks burning up. Despite the crimson coating hers, she seems perfectly in control yet again.

“Off with your shirt”, she hums. She’s shamelessly ogling you, and licks her lips when you do as you’re told and unbutton the front of your shirt, then allow it to fall down. “Bra too, morsel”, she hisses, and you gasp when the hand in your hair tightens its grip and yanks backwards.

Your head is tipped back, and you can’t help the audibly gasp when she leans down enough to drag her teeth against your cheek. “Don’t test my patience, pet”, she coos. Then, you shiver as her lips move and you feel her near your ear. With a quiet cackle, she adds “unless, of course, you’re so very eager for Mommy to punish you instead”

Your hands fly to the straps of your bra, your eyes set on her in submission when you pull it from your chest.

Next, you feel yourself tugged closer, your cheek smudged against the inside of her thigh. From the angle, her cock looks even larger than usual. You gulp, and feel yourself squirm as she laughs.

“Go on, then, morsel. We haven’t got all day”, she hums, her eyes closing in content when you move forwards and drag your tongue up her cock. She’s groaning and for a second, you feel the pain of her grip on your hair tightening before she loosens it again.

Cassandra watches as you begin to move your lips and tongue, sucking, licking, kissing. Worshipping, just as you should.

She’s groaning and moaning for you, her grip on your hair like a leash to keep you in place where she wants you.

Her breathless moans and low groans fill the room as your tongue does quick work of covering her in spit and her precum. You moan as it hits your tongue and dig your nails into her thick, strong thighs.

Really, you know better than to touch yourself without permission, even as you feel an undeniable, relentless ache between your legs.

You shriek in surprise, however, when she yanks you again, and as your mouth opens automatically, her cock is shoved inside and your face is pressed up against her base and held there by the tight grip she has on you.

You whimper, the urge to gag growing stronger and stronger as you feel her rub up against your throat and twitch inside of you. Cassandra merely laughs, her eyes challenging- daring- you to attempt to move away.

Alas, you’re left squeezing your eyes shut and whimpering, the ache between your legs nearly unbearable and her scent surrounding you fully.

She’s down your throat and keeping you in place effortlessly, a constant reminder of her dominance over you.

Then, at last, you seem to be allowed up. Only that the second after her grip eases and she pulls you up a little, you’re already pushed back down.

And again. Harder, and again. Faster, and again.

You’re moaning and whimpering, groaning and feel tears run down your cheeks automatically from the futile gagging around her cock.

You realize, she’s fucking your throat. No, not quite that.

She’s making you do it.

With her frustratingly seductive lips parted and sinful moans passing them, she throws her head back at the feeling of your throat around her.

You squeeze her thighs as your own rub together in a desperate attempt to stop the urge to reach down and pleasure yourself. You know, you can’t do so without her permission. You also know you haven’t got it; though perhaps you can earn it.

When you begin to attempt to swirl your tongue around her as best as you can with your bobbing head, it pulls a breathless chuckle from her.

“That’s it, pet…!”, she groans, her golden eyes squeezed shut. You’re a little surprised at just how riled up your girlfriend seems to be.

The naturally so enduring woman is moaning and shivering, her cock leaking precum into your mouth and twitching madly. You feel its warmth and smile around her when her thighs shake occasionally.

When you allow your teeth to drag alongside her cock for a mere moment, her hips jerk up and her grip on your hair tightens.

A cute, embarrassingly high pitched squeak is pulled from her, even as she is fast to recover.

“Ngnmm! Y-Yes, pet!”, she moans, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. You yearn to kiss them, to grant her a sweet taste of herself.

You can tell she’s close, her cheeks flushed with a deep crimson and a warm hue, her thighs quivering beneath your fingertips, her cock twitching and her grip on you tight.

With only another few bobs of your head, brushes of your tongue and teeth against her sensitive skin and gropes of her thighs and hips, you feel her cum.

She’s moaning loud and high pitched, her head thrown back and her nipples hard.

The poor thing is trembling for you, hips jerking and thighs trembling when your tongue brushes up against her sensitive cock.

You reach up to grasp her wrist, and with a tight squeeze her fingers untangle from your hair and you’re allowed up for air again.

She watches through heavy eyes when you rise, and squeaks in surprise when your hand connects with her chest and she is pushed back down on the bed.

“Good girl, Cassie”, you whisper as you straddle the panting woman, the back of your hand coming up to her cheek lovingly. She leans into the touch, warm cheeks rubbing softly against your knuckles.

You couldn’t be happier.

[amazingdigitalheadcanons]

hear me out . . .

touch starved caine .

. . . . thank you .

I have heard you out, and I agree entirely!

[carmim-me]

Okay, how does someone get anons around here? >:3

[yourfaveisintersex]

Wes from the Don't Starve series is intersex!

[muffinsin]

How would the Dimitrescu sisters react to the reader kissing one of their flies? I just imagine them with a surprise-Pikachu face.

-Touch-Starved Anon

Hell yeah, this is adorable XD This was such a cute thought, I had to get started on it immediately🙌🫶 let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

The first time it happens, it’s after sex, when she rests on your chests and gently plays with your fingertips

She doesn’t even notice the few flies that stray from her shoulder, really

She feels utterly relaxed around you, and with you

To feel your arms around her and bask in the scent both of you have left in the room is heaven to her

Unlike her, you do notice the curious little insect moving from her shoulder

It climbs past her and over her hair, until it settles on your fingertip

Its steps are light and almost ticklish, and you nearly giggle at it

Bela just hums as she hears your attempt of staying quiet, her eyes closed in utter relaxation

You’re sure, the exhausted woman could fall asleep any moment

And still, the curious little fly looks at you, almost curiously

Its wings beat lightly like the rest of the flies still settled to ensure Bela stays in her (appearance wise, at least-) human form

The many wings nearly create a purring sound, even, and this time you can’t help but smile brightly

She purrs loud, and only blushes a little when you point it out

And again, the curious little insect keeps walking, up your fingertip and to your knuckle

You can’t help the chuckle that passes your lips at the little fly’s next action:

A single bump of its head against your knuckles, then the back of your hand

Almost- affectionate

Still, judged by Bela’s calm breathing, her closed eyes and her fingertips entangled with yours, you doubt she’s all that aware of the actions and movements of her insect

You aren’t even sure if she can focus on only one of her flies

It seems, though, the little insect is rather fond of you, even if it is perhaps just a part of Bela’s mind

It makes you grin brightly

In a way, this means Bela loves you so much, even her swarm knows it perfectly well- even when she is not controlling it actively

It grips it tightly when you raise your hand a little, having had it entangled in Bela’s golden locks previously

As expected, the blonde whines at the loss of contact. And as expected, she is quickly shushed when a kiss is pressed to the top of her head instead

You must admit though, the small fly on top of you is cute

It’s larger than a normal fly, certainly, but still, it can be considered as quite cute

You examine it a little closer, noticing the small, red tail it has and the dark redness at its belly

The sight nearly makes you coo

For a moment, the thought of kissing the top of the fly comes to your mind

Perhaps surprisingly, you give in

Bela’s eyes snap open when your lips press feathery light against her fly, the insects within her beating their wings even harder and cresting an even louder purring noise

She bites her lip, hard, to keep from squeaking in surprise

Never has she felt what you just did

Somehow, it felt intense. More so than normal

You only grin when you look down and see Bela’s face has adapted a sweet, deep red colour. The poor thing is so flustered and confused, she can’t even meet your eye

Though, quietly, she asks you to do it again

Cassandra

The very first time you kiss one of her flies, you aren’t even aware that she notices. Aren’t even sure she would be aware of it

As it turns out, she is. Entirely aware

A single fly of hers is separated from her swarm, a part of her arm

It doesn’t even seem like she notices the insect, or at least doesn’t at all pay any mind to it

You, however, do

You watch it fly lazily through the room, landing at times to clean itself and feed off the blood sticking to the floor at spots

Usually, it doesn’t seem to stray far from Cassandra

The brunette is cleaning and sharpening her sickle, a concentrated look on her face and a sadistic grin forming already

You know, she’s thinking of using her favorite weapon again already, until it needs cleaning and sharpening again

And while it is such a dark and twisted thought, the implication of it itself already, you can’t help but smile

Merely because she is ridiculously adorable when she grins like that

Suddenly, the little insect strays from her, though, and you find it has landed on you

Having a book in your hand, you didn’t even notice it until it crawled up to your knuckle, then to your fingertip

You eye your girlfriend for a moment, her back turned to you. When you clear your throat and call her name, Cassandra turns to you

A wide grin that normally promises chaos spreads on your lips. Then, you raise your hand and sweetly press your lips to the little fly’s back

Cassandra gasps, her expression a hilarious-looking mix of shock, disgust, adoration, and most of all: confusion

Her expression matches the surprised pikatchu face the most

“What are you doing!”

It’s been quite a little time since the incident has passed, and Cassandra, as well as you, has mostly forgotten all about it already

That is, until you lie in bed with her on top of you

Her head is tucked closely to your neck from when she fell asleep to drinking from you and inhaling the apparently “sweet scent” of your blood, as she likes to put it

With one hand tangled in her beautiful, dark hair, and another resting on her bare back, you notice a few flies break off occasionally

While normally some only break off her arm or backside, they all return to her within seconds

You’re just about to doze off, lulled by her silent purrs and comforting weight on top of you, when you suddenly feel something move about against your hand again

A single, little fly

And judging by the small, black dot in her neck, it strayed from there

Tiredly, you think nothing of it when it sets on your hand and you raise it to your lips

The reaction you get, however, is by far more rewarding than her confused and flustered-angry reaction the last time

Her purring immediately picks up in volume and frequency, but that is not all

A single sigh escaping her lips comes before you suddenly feel her head bump against you

Then, you feel her slide down a little, and cover your mouth as to not wake her with your giggles when she begins to rub her cheek against your shoulder

Over and over again, purring wildly

You continue to scratch her scalp, and curiously press another kiss to the little insect

And again, she headbutts you, then rubs her cheek against you like a cat might do with catnip

You frown in confusion as you eye the little fly

Perhaps it’s because it’s from her neck this time?

A light kiss pressed to Cassandra’s neck confirms this, when she sighs almost dreamily even in her sleep

You grin triumphantly, and pull her close and flush against you

Now, it’s time for both of you to sleep

Daniela

She’s reading peacefully in the library, her hand gripping her book, the other at the top of your head

You lie in her lap, and all seems perfect

The temperature in the room is high, and the sun hits both of you just perfectly

Daniela’s voice is smooth and soothing, and you feel almost lulled to sleep already

Then, though, she suddenly jerks up and sits up in a tense, straight position

She seems to cringe for a moment, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion when you sit up as well

Then, with a little frown on her face, she tells you: one of her flies that strayed from her just flew into a spiderweb

You practically see the discomfort on her face, and gently cup her cheeks. Thankfully, this brings a watery smile to her lips

You promise, you’ll help her take care of it, and so she leads you up to the kitchens, until she comes to a sudden halt and points forwards

And sure enough, you spot a single of her flies, stuck in the sticky webbing and tugging with all its might

You nearly coo at the sight, yet surprise this. You wonder whether Daniela can view through an individual fly, and whether this is why she is so unnerved

With a protective arm around her hips, you grab the fire poker from the fireplace and gently begin to tear away at the thin webbing

You’re careful to not do as much as graze the little insect, until the webbing is torn away and the little thing manages to break free

It shakes off the webbing tangled around it, and you giggle when it quickly returns to Daniela’s side

Then, however, a gasp is pulled from you when something strange and unexpected happens:

Many little flies stray from her

From her back and arms, her shoulders, her neck, even her cheek!

And they all fly towards you, buzzing happily and satisfied

Daniela giggles at the curious and happy insects, her arms thrown around you and a small kiss pressed to your cheek

“My savior!”, she sighs dreamily, and you grin in satisfaction. She’s so adorable

You notice her flies rest on your shoulders and the folds of your shirt, their little limbs used to cling close to you

When one sits the side of Daniela’s head, right in front of you, you can’t help but move forwards

Your lips press against the adorable insect in a featherlight touch, and you giggle at the surprised gasp you pull from her

When she pulls back, her cheeks are flushed pink and she stares at you in disbelief

“W-Wha?”, she asks confused, her beautiful, golden eyes blinking in surprise

The sight looks so adorable, you can’t help but love forwards and peck her lips playfully

Again, she squeaks in surprise at the suddenness of it. Her arms tighten around you a little, and her fingertips press against you

You only shrug at her questioning, confused look

“What can I say? You’re adorable, Dani”

[svicidal-sandwichmaker-slvt]

I NEED ATTENTION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEOME SEND ANONS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I FEEL SO FUCKING SHITTY ABOUT MYSELF AND I HATE EVERYTHING SO I AM BEGGING FOR ATTENTION FROM STRANGERS ONLINE IDC WHAT TYPE OF ASK JUST ACKNOWLEDGE MY EXISTENCE PLEASE

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For the drawing request, some adorable or dorky Maxlie perchance? 👀

there was supposed to be a rabbit in that hat..

she's laughing with him, not at him i swear!