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a'ighty! early night for me, get rid of this headache from work. wrote some stuff and ready for tomorrows hopeful writing spam. gn!

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Nanato have two living cats and two ghost cats.

The living duo are Blue Russian siblings, both adopted from his local cat sanctuary, Anko and Pan.

The ghost duo are Abyssinians, adopted brothers from the same shelter, Maji and Kaji.

They rule his home happily, the highest of tech cat feeders and watering fountains. Several window shelves to sleep in the perfect sun spots and even a play room for all their toys, towers and balcony catio / litter box access.

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Hanazaki wears glasses often due to eye strain for small text, but the best part is his glasses chain that wears to make sure they don't go flying with his head movement tics. He has lost a lot of eye wear due to this, specially when he's in a bad tic cycle that makes him thrash / jerk his head to the side. Not only does it fuck his neck up, often pulling muscles, but when he was without his glasses chain, they were often flung into oncoming traffic, under walking masses or lost on train tracks / over bridges.

After his fifth pair, he decided he was going to rock the old man glasses chain look and now he thrives in his collection of glasses tethers. They've saved him a whole bunch of money.

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❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞ //Marvin

      Marvin’s head is in their lap, blanket covering him from the waist down and arms around Salem’s waist, nuzzling into their tummy. It was adorable really, but the Phoenix was worried that he wasn’t properly sleeping. Humming softly, slim fingers card through dark strands, nails scratching gently against scalp. ❝ ━ Then sleep, and I’ll be here, okay? My mind’s clear today and I’m gonna use it to make sure nothing disturbs you.  ❞

The last week has been a good one, for them both. This Europe trip has been a godsend. Being able to travel, to see new sights, eat good food and spend time together in a place that held new memories. And Salem stays like that, eyes gently drooping close as their fingers continue to card through Marvin’s hair, the sound of his quiet breath lulling them into their own slumber, smile on their lips. Sure, it’s a quiet afternoon, a lazy one but one well deserved for the both of them.

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pulling them in for a kiss while showering together. //Eijun @ Adrian

  The danger of showering together was that Adrian couldn’t help but touch what was infront of him. To drag his soapy fingers along sides and down then back up. His own limbs feel like jelly, skin tingling from being washed thoroughly by Eijun’s hands. And he’s come to enjoy this, spending any minute he can in his partner’s presence. To be loved whether it be words or with actions and oh, the Stallion adores him for it. An arm slips around his waist, tugging the Stallion close, wet flesh pressed close before head descends and kisses him.

And as always, Adrian can’t help but melt, sighing into Eijun’s mouth as arms slip around the other’s waist. It’s something slow, the touch of their tongues, the way their mouths slot together. Adrian would probably never be able to think of kissing without a heat simmering in his tummy because Eijun’s kisses were decadent, they were like experiencing something like chocolate for the first time. It makes goosebumps erupt along his flesh, even more when one hand moves down, disappearing between cheeks and fingers begin to rim the Stallion. 

A small shudder moves through him, lifting up on his toes as fingers sink inside and he moans helplessly into Eijun’s mouth. Nails bite into Eijun’s back, pulling back from the kiss to pant against his lover’s mouth. He’s still loose from those same fingers an hour prior and it only feels better now. It’s in the way Eijun just knows how to touch him, the way those fingers curl deep, massaging against his prostate with unerring focus. Fuck. The way it sends a jolt through him, his lips once more being taken into a kiss where the Stallion can no longer hold back the whimpers and groans that erupt from him, rocking back against those fingers. His head is hazy with pleasure, the wet glide of their tongues making him feel ascended in a way only Eijun could bring him to.

The subtle grind of their erections only adds another layer to it, precum leaking even as he can feel the way the tingles begin in his toes and crawl upward in waves,❝ ━ Ei…t-the way you touch me. ❞ A whimper as he speaks against his lover’s mouth, a dry orgasm rocking through him with a low groan. And perhaps he’s a glutton because even though it’s like riding a wave that doesn’t stop, his head drops to Eijun’s chest, mouthing kisses across wet flesh as those fingers work him right back up as mouth dropped to his ear, nipping. One more for me, love? He nods jerkily against Eijun’s chest, soft, filthy sounds muffled by the way he lets the other feel every moan, every mewl, every whimper. This is the fruits of the Doctor’s labors, a shuddering Stallion leaning heavily against him, eyes unfocused and clutching to him for dear life. 

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"I love the way your body reacts when I touch you." // Fushimi

fushimi's touch is like experiencing it for the first time, the brush of his lips along itachi's throat, the pinch of teeth as hands squeeze at his thighs then his butt. and every time, itachi melts into him, that sigh of utter contentment as his head falls back, boneless in the way of such affection. they've never been able to keep their hands off one another, it was utterly impossible. and truth be told, being gone all morning because of the expansion of his bookshop, and the authors and such he had to meet with to gain their permission to keep their books in stock? it'd been a long week. with the both of them busy, it's been hellish. kisses here and there, and ugh, for them it's the bare minimum.

itachi hadn't even gotta the chance to loosen the buttons on his shirt before he had an affectionate husband lifting him and kissing him breathless. ❝ ━ can't help it, ❞ he murmurs quietly, amused, hands gripping the oni's shoulders as pelvises grind and ugh, who invented pants ? his erection was an obvious bulge behind the zipper of his slacks and he would love for them to be a pile on the floor.

tongue licks over his bottom lip and he reaches down to undo the button then sliding down the zipper. no underwear, the sticky head pressing into his mate's abdomen and when that gaze meets his, there's no stopping the flush that crawls across his cheeks, ❝ ━ i planned on riding you in the limo, don't blame me for being eager. ❞ quiet laughter as teeth bite into his throat, his slacks ripped to shreds by eager claws. ❝ ━ i need you inside me. for the rest of the day, i missed you so much this week, i don't wanna wait anymore. ❞

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suki suki angie angie ♥

Transitioning into downward dog to the half moon pose, Angelisa is started by the buzzing on her phone in the grass a few inches away from her yoga mat. Hana-bae <3 flashes across the screen and she slowly brings her body down to sit down, picking her phone up to read his text.

Sliding on her sunglasses to keep the sun outta her eyes, there's no helping the chuckle she gets outta his cute picture. A grin splits across her features, immediately sending back her flashing a kiss blown at the camera back to him. There’s truly nothing cuter than when he’s being like this. As if she has to tell him he’s still an utter adorable dork in her eyes ? But she doesn’t mind truly, Angelisa is already saving the picture to the million of others that she has of him. 

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"Did they hurt you?" //Hannes

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His heart was beating as fast a rabbit's. It almost hurt, his chest feeling tight and like he wasn't getting enough air into his lungs. Shaking hands were scrambling to get a hold on his mate now that he was inside the protective barrier around their home.

The panic felt from having stepped into a snare, the wire cutting deeper into his skin the more he struggled, was almost all forgotten as Feng hid his face against a solid chest. His breathing was still too fast, still coming and going in short gasps. The wire was still around his ankle, now digging in deeper due to shifting his visage from fox to human.

A cut on his cheek from his run through the forest, branches and twigs stretching towards him as he dashed through; not deep enough to scar, but deep enough to drip a little blood; quick to heal.

Ears twitch and press down more against his head as they pick up noises from the forest, undoubtedly the men looking for what was supposed to be a catch worth a lot of money. It had, after all, been a rare looking fox they had caught in their snare, and given the stories they've most likely had heard, the fox would for certain be worth more than just a paycheck.

Memories from having been held as captive and used against his will for selfish gain and greed were starting to pop up, fuling anxieties and fear he hadn't felt in a long time.

The barrier obscured their home, hiding it from curious eyes enough so it wasn't instantly visible unless one knew how to look.

Feng was shaking, a sob pushing past his lips. He knows he's safe with Hannes, he knows he has nothing to worry about. But he also doesn't want his sweet, kind mate to be in danger because of him. Worry for his mate bubbles up inside him, mixing into the anxiety and fear, threatening to overwhelm him completely. He's clinging to Hannes harder, tighter, trying to be mindful and not dig his nails in, but most likely failing to some extent.

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"I trust you ... but I don't trust them with you." //Aapeli

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Misha closes his mouth, pressing his lips into a thin line while staring at the doctor. Watching, searching for something that would somehow explain this to him. He blinks, twice, and then turns his gaze elsewhere. Shoulders raise up, and his lips push into a petulant pout as his eyes narrow slightly.

Trust.

Trust was not something he's had, received or given.

He was able to handle himself. There's not much that can take him down to begin with, unless they would be persistant. But Mikhail was stubborn to the very core of himself. Built resistant, built to endure more than a person ever should.

His home country didn't see him as anything but a weapon to use, and weapons were built to last until the very end. Misha kicks the ground still not looking at Aapeli, allowing himself time to absorb the words properly. The meaning behind them; something that has tight knots inside him unravel and ease up.

It feels warm.

Kind and gentle.

He doesn't usually want or ask for help, and no one usually stretches a hand out to him either. But this is... it's nice. Mikhail licks his lips, shoulders relaxing with a short exhale and he stops looking defensive. Wound up. Like he's constantly ready to react; and maybe he is, but it is less visible, less likely to happen with the posture he shifts into.

"You are kind, doctor," voice low, yet enough so Aapeli can hear him.

Long ago, he had just bumped into Aapeli. Stuck to his side a thorn would, undoubtedly irritating, a nuisance. The fact that Aapeli allowed him, allowed Misha to be himself, making it so it was easy to open up about the painful things in his past he did not talk about... That was him, trusting Aapeli, Misha realizes. Trusting the doctor enough to be vulnerable, which he didn't let himself be.

"I hope I never break that trust."

Misha steps over, close enough for him to slot up beside Aapeli, his side and arm pressed against the back of the doctor's.

Comfort. Closeness. Support.

Misha's breathing was more shallow, but nothing that would be considered alarming. He generally feels calm. Hands stuck into the pockets of his jacket, standing over the doctor. Close like a leech.

Support. Comfort. Safe.

Trust.

Misha doubts he could live with himself, if he at some point broke the trust Aapeli so kindly has shown him.

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WIP from today of Yae Miko

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he is now being featured on a pink wallpaper that has many types of delicious treats scattered about such as corn dogs and toast that all look like him (bagel is also there with his head inside a bagel)

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One of the families main side-businesses is Phone Charms, his Father makes with his Quirk and his Mother blesses for protection and luck.

These, he hands out to his colleagues at work, for their girlfriends, daughters, family friends etc. He usually gets a large box sent from his Parents every three months or so with the latest design. He is very popular during White Day and Valentines Day due to these.

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When talking with Nanato it is noticeable when his eyes trail elsewhere, sometimes after someone but not exactly at them or into open areas of a room. It's been noted that those that fear the supernatural, will say he's watching Ghosts and Nanato will not deny it. He does see them, beings of detail-less forms that roam about, but it's mostly more the Death Mist, dark clouds of a lingering spirit that he can manipulate to become a Black Speech Bubble for him or something he just noticed in the area mid-conversation.

He does try to look back as soon as he can to continue on being polite, but sometimes they do strange things that make him keep an eye on them. Nanato will only really walk away from a conversation if he is to be removing a spirit from latching onto someone else, but even then that's few and far between. After all, being a Shrine Child, he is often to pass around wards from his home to protect, bless and watch over his colleagues.

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Nanato's religious beliefs are a family trait, his parents, his Mother - Aiko Arakida, is from a lineage of Shrine Miko, with her eyes able to see death mist and strong entities that linger to an extent, she makes use of her quirk to aid townsfolk in releasing such auras as right up her alley.

Nanato's Father, David Clayman, had the ability to form small items from wood. He was at first, a shop aid in forming talismans and trinkets for the Shrine until he fell for Nanato's mother. They married and had him, combining their Quirks, with his mother's being the dominant one to form his Quirk, Graveyard.

His last name is fully English, his Mother - a true English-Otaku, favoured the surname his Father had and in turn, she didn't budge at all upon naming him such a thing. Nanato, is the name of his Mother's Great-Grandfather, a pass down of another family tradition.

Nanato grew up within the Shrine, as his Parents live within it with their duties and he moved out once he was able to attend the Police Academy after all schooling was completed.

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Nanato is a religious man, however, he isn't a preacher nor a sharer with his faith. Due to his nature of quirk, he can not deny a lot of things in the world that others can not see or feel like he can. Though it's more so a tradition to just respect who and what he interacts with in his country and workload, he takes his time alone to pray for the victims, spirits and monsters he comes across to relieve himself of some of the burden.

His home is fitted with two rooms that were built with allowance from the state, as his powers are a passive thing that are constantly working, unable to give himself a break of hearing / seeing the dead, he had a sensory deprivation room at the end of his hall, a simple metal box, covered head to tail with soundproofing and padding. It is a wonderful room to allow himself the true silence of the world, sat in the centre or lying down on the futon he often brings inside with him and a book. Nanato will destress, relax and calm down from his days on duty.

The second room is a mixed room for his Butsudan and Kamidana, 12 tatami size with a risen step where the cabinet sits. Above it is also a Kamidana shelf, that houses in Nanato's telling Izanagi's energy. As she is the Goddess of Creation and Death, Nanato holds her dear to his heart. The cabinet below that is a reflection of the Kamidana, he holds funeral platters, items and celebratory gifts for newborns. As he believes, when he prays for those he's used, met, and solved their crimes, their spirits can be passed from his knowledge to Izanagi's embrace for true ascension. This room is one of Nanato's escapes from his work and deep thoughts, allowing himself to fall into deep prayer to the point of almost meditation to feel the 'weight lifted off his shoulders' afterwards.

Nanato keeps these two rooms locked due to his personal space being sacred however, over time if his S/O is someone who's open to such a thing to be shared or a trust has been built, he'll tend to leave the doors open for them to explore themselves. He understands that sometimes they may seem a little out there considering how he looks and the likes, but he promises he isn't a serial killer.