#{ also her calling it home im feral }

[haelestormmoved]

@m0bhit 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 - 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘌

–  𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛  𝗦𝗛𝗘  𝗜𝗦  𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗟𝗬  𝗕𝗨𝗧  𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗬  𝗔𝗗𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚  to  life  in  the  enormous  estate  under  the  mob's  protection  ,  it  is  still  entirely  surreal  each  time  she  feels  the  sweet  caress  of  eddie's  lips  brushing  hers  the  moment  he  gets  back  from  the  club  .  small  ,  toned  arms  find  purchase  wrapped  tight  around  his  torso  ,  the  pressure  of  her  embrace  easing  only  marginally  as  they  finally  break  for  necessary  oxygen  .

❝  thanks  for  coming  home  in  one  piece  ,  ❞  the  wolf  murmurs  ,  an  expression  of  genuine  contentment  painting  her  features  .  the  relationship  that  has  sparked  between  the  pair  provides  -  for  the  first  time  in  as  long  as  riley  can  remember  -  a  sense  of  peace  and  security  that  is  only  reinforced  each  time  the  mob  boss  looks  her  way  .  ❝  i  ordered  us some  food  ;  driver  should  be  pulling  up  to  the  gate  any  minute  now  .  ❞

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

following your erotically fantastical encounter with the mother of the kids you babysit, the aftermath is more of a rollercoaster than you could have ever precedented.

🌸 pairing: milf!pregnant!wanda x dom!babysitter!reader

🌸 cont: smut (18+), mommy kink (wanda), lactation kink, body worship, praise kink, power bottom sex-deprived milf 🤝beefy college service top footballer

🌸 word count: 2042

🌸 note: THIS IS SO LONG-AWAITED im sorry..... also i know im supposed to be writing for kinktober but milf!pregnant!wanda was invading every corner of my mind so here ya go. not proof-read!

part one || main masterlist

“Come on, Y/N, you’re not going to the party tonight?” Natasha grumbles, grabbing the sleeve of your bomber jacket as you try your darndest to escape your friends.

It was the fated next day following your erotically fantastical encounter with Wanda, and you had just completed your classes. As you strolled out of campus grounds, the sun was already setting. It painted a picturesque view of the orange horizon, but truthfully, you only cared about getting back to Wanda for that promised ‘tomorrow’. 

“I told you no, Nat,” you reply with a playful sternness that the others laugh at. It was no secret that Natasha had a crush on you, ever since you first sat next to her in the lecture hall and got a little flirty and perhaps a little too handsy. 

It was also no secret that for every lecture after that, you would sit next to a different girl and activities of the same sort would ensue. Most of the time, those encounters would end up with a pretty girl trapped between the wall of a cramped supply closet and you.

“They’ve probably got a secret girlfriend,” Tony adds unhelpfully, with that classic smirk you want to punch off his face sometimes. 

“Really?” Steve asks genuinely, ever the innocently clueless one. “Is she younger than us?”

“Oh, definitely,” Sam chimes in. “Have you seen the freshmen ‘round our beloved Y/N?”

“Feral,” Carol states in resolution. “They crowd at the field to watch Y/N during football practice.”

“And of course, Y/N doesn’t bother to hide the way she leads them all on!” Natasha adds in partial indignation, nudging you suggestively. “That’s totally your type, hm? Younger, pretty girls who chase after you with a puppy love? Is that why my forward advances have always ended in flames?”

You grin half-heartedly, awkward in the spotlight of your love life. For one, your friends couldn’t be more wrong about this ‘secret girlfriend’ you had. Younger, innocent girls? More like smoking hot single moms in their late thirties.

It was strange, even, how you would normally take these girls’ teasing in your stride, almost basking in the glory of being the most sought-after student on campus. 

But with the looming thought of Wanda intercepting every brain wave of yours, months of pining surmounting to a heated make-out session with the hope for something more, all else was forsaken. 

You try not to think about the implications of that too hard.

As your friends continue to bicker about the prospect of your secret girlfriend, you seize the well-earned distraction and weasel your way out.

Sooner than you’d care to admit, you’re standing outside Wanda’s home, skateboard in hand. You’re buzzing in anticipation with your flushed face and windswept hair.

Before you can doubt yourself and backtrack, you knock on the door sharply, twice. You can’t help but smirk at the muffled shriek that follows, then a muted shuffle, then silence. Your heart hammers in your ribcage. You really were about to do this.

“Come in, sweetheart,” the mother calls out with a sugary tone that feeds your ever-increasing libido.

You open the unlocked door, mentally preparing yourself to face Wanda once more. 

But then you actually lay your eyes upon her ethereal figure, and your athlete-hardened knees nearly buckle.

Fuck.

Sprawled out on the sofa like something out of a classic Renaissance painting is Wanda, clad in nothing but a lacy set of dark red lingerie, the most sultry look on her face that draws all the air out of your lungs.

You’d never seen a more attractive woman, pregnant or not.

The way the lacy bra hugs her swollen breasts tighter, pushing the cleavage to be even more visible, the way her thick thighs are spread to reveal those beautiful stretch marks.

“Fuck,” you say, a lot higher pitched than you would care to admit. It seems to be the only word currently circulating in your mind, your studied vocabulary flying out of the window at the sight of Wanda presenting herself for you like a well-earned present.

“See something you like?” Wanda dares to tease, left hand trailing along the lace of her bra, dipping into the ample cleavage that leaves you salivating. 

It takes approximately three seconds for you to kick the door shut, yank off your jacket and nearly dislocate your shoulder, then press against Wanda like it was always meant to be.

The kiss you pull her into is the opposite of gentle, your head slanting to deepen the kiss immediately, tongues meeting like planets bound to collide, bound to cross paths and cause an eclipse.

Wanda moans into the kiss, and you can barely hide your pleasure at that noise. You wanted to hear it a thousand times over, the breathless cry of your name, the begging tone of the older woman.

It was so wrong, but nothing had felt more right.

Wanda’s relinquishment of power doesn’t last too long, though, because before you can impatiently rip off the fabric of her lingerie, she threads her fingers into your hair and forcefully tugs you closer to her chest.

“My house, my rules,” Wanda states, and you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a rush of arousal coursing through your veins at Wanda’s motherly sense of control.

“Yes, ma’am,” you mutter, half-jokingly, but when your peripheral view catches Wanda visibly aroused by that, you know it isn’t going to be the last time you address her as that.

Your hand slides under Wanda’s body to unclasp the bra, letting out an affected noise at the sight of her full tits on display.

“Shit,” you grunt, pausing for a moment to admire the view.

Throughout the months of babysitting Billy and Tommy, you had only ever discreetly checked out Wanda’s cleavage, or perhaps stare a little too hard when she wore scanty dresses that showed off her side boobs.

Now, with those perfect, swollen mounds right before your face, you give into your urges to bury your face between them. You groan at the sensation of Wanda’s milk leaking out of her hardened nipples, your mouth moving to suckle at her breasts.

“Shit, baby,” Wanda cries, throwing her head back as you drink right out of her breasts, lapping fervently. It wasn’t entirely sexual per se, but the sheer relief of lightening that weight load in her breasts was a pleasure in itself.

You get slightly drunk off the feeling of Wanda’s breasts in your mouth, and it takes Wanda a surprising amount of strength to get your head away from her chest eventually.

“You’re a bit too obsessed with my tits,” Wanda teases, swiping her milk off your lips with her thumb, tilting your head down to lock eyes with her. The tension between the two of you is palpable, thick in the air, and you long to drown in that desire.

You only smirk back, hands resting on the hem of her thong. “May I undress you now, ma’am?” you emphasise, tilting your head to the side in faux innocence.

“So polite,” Wanda retorts right back, fingertips tracing the curve of your jawline as a smile plays on her lips. “How could I say no to such a gentleman?”

That’s all the confirmation you need before you snap the elastic of Wanda’s red thong, stuffing the flimsy material into the pocket of your pants. What you’d do with it later was for another day.

You kiss down Wanda’s breasts to her swollen belly, firm but gentle, then you flatten out your tongue when it reaches her wet heat.

“I couldn’t pay attention,” you growl, licking a long stripe up Wanda’s pussy. “In any of my fucking classes today,” you continue, tongue flicking at her puffy clit. “‘Cause I was thinking ‘bout all the ways I could fuck that pretty cunt.” 

The filthy moan that leaves Wanda’s lips at your words rings around the confines of the four walls. 

It had been so long since Wanda experienced such mindblowing sex; She had been sexually repressed because of Vision’s busy schedule, and it was torture because pregnancy pretty much solidified her daily sexual arousal. 

But what with her split from him meaning no more mediocre sex, and the prospect of a hot babysitter entering her life, Wanda’s pregnancy hormones had skyrocketed to an all-time high.

Long gone were the nights she held a vibrator against her clit under the sheets, eyes screwed shut as thoughts of you swam in her head. Long gone were the times she helplessly fingered herself in the shower, wishing her fingers belonged to you instead. 

Now, your head was buried between her thighs, your mouth like the devil on her cunt, fast-paced and unforgiving and everything Wanda had always longed for.

“You’re perfect,” you grunt into the older woman’s wet heat, the vibrations of your rough tone sending jolts of arousal up Wanda’s body. “You’re so fucking perfect, Wanda.”

“D-Don’t say that,” she answers breathlessly, fingernails digging into your scalp. “You’ve slept with plenty of other younger, prettier girls than me.” 

The insecurity Wanda felt about her body had mainly stemmed from Vision, who was always going on about how she had become less attractive after pregnancy, with the stretch marks and the added fat and other blemishes on her skin.

“I don’t know about that,” you say, relentless in your worshipping of Wanda’s body. The way you were treating her like a temple was overriding the false beliefs Vision had planted into her head. “‘Cause now when I think about those other girls in bed they all end up looking like you.”

At that, Wanda feels tears prick in the back of her eyes, her gaze blurring as she stares at you. ‘

You, who had entered her life like a ray of hope, brightening up her every day with a blindingly charming smile and a selfless heart. You, who had treated her with more care and respect than any man she had ever been with before. You, who tied up all her loose ends and sewed it up to form the shape of a pretty little heart.

“I love you,” Wanda whispers, the words spilling from the tip of her tongue before she can control it. Her breath constricts afterwards when your mouth finally stops to register her words. 

“I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize it,” Wanda continues, breathless, pushing aside your hair to properly look at you in the eyes. “But I do love you, Y/N L/N.”

Wanda feels something wet on her inner thigh, something that’s not her own slick. It takes a moment for her to realize that it’s your tears.

“I’ve loved you since I first laid my eyes on you,” you confess, eyes shining. “I think I was just scared to believe it until today, too.”

Heartstrings get tugged like a harp, crescendoing into a beautiful symphony that was finally requited love, finally coming to a high, finally reaching its summit.

The lust that encaptures the two of you dissipates into a warm glow of love, the tension easing into trials of romance. 

When you dive back in between Wanda’s thighs, you’re determined and emotional and ultimately choked with new possibilities.

You could already imagine cooking dinners together with Wanda, reading the kids bedtime stories, chastising them to go and brush their teeth, stealing kisses when they fell asleep.

You could already map out a navigation of your future years, down millions of paths and possibilites that all brought you to Wanda Maximoff. She was your life, your truth, your unbreakable vow.

With that, her first orgasm comes in a tidal wave, like rushing water breaking free from a dam. 

Wanda sobs, riding your face as she comes harder than she’s ever had in her life, squirting all over your face and the sofa, all else forgotten.

Your expert tongue and naturally-skilled fingers bring her to another plane of existence, where she was floating above the universe, where your name was chanted like a mantra.

The world around you faded as Wanda’s thighs wrapped around your head, as you dived down once more to worship, as you dived down once more to chase the love of your life.

This was the only happy ever after you needed.

hope yall liked it 😋 reblogs are much appreciated!!

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[cursedpiratestash]

I'm going genuinely feral for your overwatch Talon headcanons im here growling and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.. So may I request Talon with an extremely clingy reader pretty please <3

Talon x Reader

Clingy Reader headcanons

A/n: Sorry for the long break! Was not expecting to come back to that many notes honestly it makes me super excited to write again! Thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy! <3

Doomfist:

Surprisingly enough it hardly bothers him; even the mild PDA

However, at work, he realized how lenient he has become with you and that eventually bothered him enough to talk to you about it

His position in talon demanded respect and he couldn’t commit to that with you clinging to him any chance you got

That being said you agree, more or less, to a compromise that allows him to better command a room

Thankfully, at home he anticipates your needs before they’re even needed whether it be to carry you around the house or even just a tender moment by the door as soon as he walks in

Reaper:

When he begins to realize just how clingy you are it takes him some time to adjust

He loves you dearly, but he is quick to set boundaries mainly pertaining to your behavior at work

Outside of that, however, he simply cannot help himself. You make him melt at your touch

Even through his agony he softens at your beckon call and your pleas to accompany him in his more mundane activities

In fact, despite popular belief, your clinginess comforts him in ways nothing else can

Moira:

Doesn’t mind it as much as one would think however she does establish a boundary concerning when she really has to focus on something/needs the space

Is occasionally too wrapped up in work to let you know when she would be late or wouldn’t be showing up but is easily forgiven with a little bit of a cuddle session

Despite her persistent studies she has her moments in which she craves your attention for a bit of a recharge

She comes to you masking her disheveled state with confident posture, but, the second she’s in your company she instantly relaxes as you retell the details of your day

Sombra:

Honestly doesn’t even notice that you are clingy and makes it a common occurrence to have you lay with her or on her while she works if possible

On days she's too busy or a mission is taking way too long she's already sending you a quick text with a few corresponding emojis while she's at it

She never tires of your company and is easily the biggest flirt on the team

When you two are apart she's always texting and answering you

Best chat logs out of everybody and almost never leaves you hanging unless the mission truly interferes in someway

Mauga:

If anything, this one is much clingier than you are

You two are always texting when you're apart even if he's in a meeting or briefing

You’re lucky if you even get out of bed as he’s always holding you. He hardly keeps his hands off of you when you’re together whether it be an arm over your shoulder or a hand around your waist

Your PDA makes everyone around you laughably uncomfortable and annoyed, although, you hardly notice them

Spending time with you is the best part of his day; he can’t imagine any other way he’d like to unwind

Widowmaker:

Isn’t the most touchy person out of everybody, but she tries to indulge your habits when she can

You two have a bit of a system built to avoid any uncomfortable moments when she needs her space

Regardless of this she cares about you very much and also enjoys her fair share of cuddles on the couch/in bed

Your dynamic leans more towards you talking while she listens, however, she does comment here and there when prompted

Although some distance remains, she can’t help but feel something every time she’s with you

Sigma:

Finds it incredibly endearing and indulges you quite easily when he isn’t solely focused on his work. Even so he doesn’t mind having you there with him from time to time

It’s quite common to find you two floating around spending time together and the PDA hardly warrants any complaints

His mind partially clears when he gets to spend time with you

You can see him hang on your every word as well as the joy in his eyes when he speaks so sweetly to you

Whenever you two are apart it isn’t surprising to hear him talk about you whenever he gets the chance. The other teammates are actually pretty fond of it

[gojosatorailme]

How Lookism characters would eat you out

- Daniel, vasco, zack, gun, goo, Dg

Daniel Park

He’s a virgin. Cant expect much homie

I’d expect him to be a quick learner so he’d look at you throughout it, very experimental with it

Soft kitten licks soft kitten licks soft kitten licks.

Oh? You like it here instead? Okay! He’ll go crazy 💯

Id see him as quite shy and nervous as he wouldn’t know what he’s doing though he’d get more comfortable and confident with reassuring words!

As he gets more used to it you’ll be in tears

Soft and sensual licks, his face buried inside you flicking his tongue the way he knows drives you crazy

UI Daniel on the other hand… a menace. Absolute menace.

Forget walking bby you’ll forget how to think all together

Goodluck soldier

Vasco

I LOVE VASCO

WHYRE HIS BONKERS SO FUCKING HUGE????

He’s so cute I feel like he’d be so dumb and lick the left flap

Like I KNOW he’d do smt wrong by accident bc the poor guys just so confused

Somehow has a charm to him like somehow

Maybe it’s bc his milkers are so large you get delusional or maybe it’s bc his abs are all sweaty and he looks hot but theres SOME CHARM THERE

Vascos so cute

Would put your release before his like it’s a priority he’d put the burn knuckles on the line for it

Wants to make you feel good so teach him the way and he’d do wonders

Zack Lee

Stop joking honey hes a taken man

Keep scrolling home wrecker 🤬🤬

joking he’s also in the virgin gang ^^

Whole worrywart

He’d ask if he’s doing this right, if you feel good, or literally anything

I see him as a body worshipper or like he’d be into praise

Pls tell him he’s doing a good job

Very sweet I love zack

Still a taken man tho keep scrolling boo 😒

Gun

Would he even eat you out or would he get straight to pounding your brains out let’s think for a second

Have a strong feeling he’d be so aggressive

Strong and power licks. Like not even kidding

Have you seen his body maybe he does tongue workouts too u never know??

You want him to go slower? He’ll go faster. You want him to go faster? He’ll go slower. You want him eat you out at all? He’ll dip.

He’s such a menace for what

yk how he takes glasses off during fights? He does it while eating u out and I find it so oddly hilarious

Imagine he outs the glasses on and somehow gets turned on by it GOODBYE

Slaps ur genital area?? He’s mean. He’s just mean.

This is supposed to be like nsfw but it’s a parody atp I feel like gun was such a leash kid it’s so funny HE PROBS BIT A TEACHER IM FALLING IT IDK

He’ll go feral on u 💯 dick in or tongue in idc he’s a beast

He’d degrade u Roo like calling u a little slut for being turned on by how mean he’s being with u

Goo

HES JUST LIKE GUN BUT MORE GOOFY??

WOULD HE EVEN EAT U OUT FOR FREE?

Better get the bag before u think abt getting his tongue

u silly thing

He’d laugh idk and the vibrations would make your eyes roll back and ur all shivering

Would lick the left flap. But on purpose.

Teases u on purpose hes just so mean

he would listen to u either like no going fast hed go slow no going slow her go fast HES JUST LIKE GUN MF

Dg/James Lee

……….

Theres a lot to say but a lot not to say.

Eye contact. Mega eye contact.

Him as James Lee? A menace. I mean it’s already Canon that he’s a menace so why do u think he won’t be one in the bedroom?

ur so silly!

He’s James Lee the living legend of the first gen that’s know to be the best at literally every fucking thing HE WON POETRY LIKE MAD RESPECT IM SO BAD AT POETRY

If he’s good at everything he’s probably a god in the bedroom

ITS ALSO CANON HE HAS A BIG DICK

Maybe I’m biased and I love James but. Yeah.

You’ll be screaming, crying, fucked out, and all but keep going u got this!

him as DG however…

The same. Literally the same.

Both would be such a tease.

Also part of the mean group those little fuckers

He’s so unexpected to like could he giving u small kitten licks one second and the next his tongue is faster than flash like in being so fr

To conclude, he’s a god in the bedroom and I’d like to experience it first han-

The sex legend

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! COLLEGE GOON/LACKEY OC x POPULAR GIRL ! READER BLURB

some women loving wednesday from midnight darling today.

to new readers: reina and mona are ocs i’ve mentioned before as popular! reader’s lackeys. darling is your yan! ex’s new “girlfriend” who actually likes you more. midnight darling is the title of the “comic” my college based yans are from.

tw/cw: yandere themes: threats of violence, bullying.

Reina Liwanag was your dog in every sense of the word. The golden retriever to Mona’s black cat. Many insulted her intelligence and lack of agency in the face of your will but they could not deny her insurmountable loyalty towards you. No one knows much about her family, it is speculated that she comes from a rather impoverished background. But nonetheless, she is able to mingle with the greatest elites of your college, courtesy of being your lackey.

And like many dogs in the world, Reina also had a more feral, animalistic side to her. One that craved violence. Mostly for those that crossed you but at times it just appears whenever you bring someone new around.

She should be used to this kind of thing from you. Your sexual appetite was what launched you into the eyes of the students and faculty here.

Still, repetition do not always beget tolerance.

“Hey you,” The brunette approached Darling. The usual blinding smile on her face.

Reina was first and foremost your lackey due to her looks. If it weren’t for you outshining her in every aspect, you knew she had the potential to be the cream of the crop. That was why you befriended her in the first place. Prevention was always better than the cure.

In fact her presence was so loud people usually notice her from miles away. Such is the case with Darling who’d been minding her own business this lunch break until your guard dog had caught her eyes. “O-Oh, Reina! Lovely to see you here. How may I help you?”

The other reason Reina was picked to become your right hand woman was due to her strength. An athlete she aspired to be. Her gym was basically her home and there she spent most of her time after you dismiss her of course. She had the capability to easily snap the necks of the student body.

With that being said, Reina does not flex her muscular arms, or slam her palms towards a surface to make a point. She just says a few words,

“You should just drop dead.”

And left. Simple as that. She does not look at Darling’s reaction nor say or do anything further.

Mona then appeared from behind, not at all shocked at her companion’s actions. She knew of Reina’s brutal behavior the most out of everyone. Sure, Mona ruined social lives on a daily but she didn’t actively or directly took them away.

“If [Y/N] finds out about this—“

Reina paused in her steps, she does not turn around to face her so called friend but Mona could just imagine that same-old stiff smile she always gave after getting rid of ‘competition’ for her owner’s love, and those void-like eyes that siphoned the hope from her victims.

“She won’t.”

note: don’t be like reina everyone. uplift other women even if they’re coming after your dream girl. also so many posts today you guys. im spoiling y’all uwu.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[wembleygoodboy]

Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

[m0thergoose]

TOWL EPISODE 6 THE LAST TIME SPOILERS AHEAD FOR MY RUNNING COMMENTARY

Here we fucking go lads I’m scared

Sexy time again what a way to start, we continue to win 💖

PUTTING THE RING ON LIKE THIS HOLY FUCK 🫠

They look unreal in the uniforms lol

he said I didn’t need to be scared, that it was just the burning - his story about his dad omg it’s gonna come full circle

I love when Rick says thang 😂

Thorne has really been sucked in hasn’t she I don’t think this will end well for her

She has been a good friend to Rick though

Here we go stealthy Michonne she is the GOAT

Omg jadis paintings! Wanna see if there’s any of Ricky dicky

Terry O’Quinn my man 🫶

‘We’re the dead ones Rick’ woooooow

I feel like Michonne is gonna get caught in here I’m on edge

A CAT HOLY FUCK MICHONNE TAKE THAT HOME 😂😂😂😂

nah jadis is a sick bitch for hiding it in the cat

It’s a fucking ESSAY Jesus Christ

‘Rick’s wife’ only bit I liked seeing lol

Rip that shit up Michonne

She’s so upset 😭😭😭

Here we go briefing time 😬

Terry O’Quinn is staring into my soul

Fucking feral Rick flashbacks I love it

Come on Beale spit it out

OMG RICK AND MICHONNE

The toy rabbit?? What’s this about I’m scared

MAMA MICHONNE FLASHBACKS FUCKING GUT ME

Saving one city by sacrificing your home - I feel like this is meant to be what Rick does

I love Rick speaking about his dad for some reason

‘We’re all gonna die’ not Rick and Michonne tho we’re the ones who LIVE

The child evacuation??

14 years to extinction???

Evacuation of 10% of children - so they’re going to let the rest die!!

Spies in selected communities omg are they in the commonwealth!! I swear if Judith or RJ show up on that screen!!!!

Basically CRM is committing genocide

Rick please just kill him lmao

My son 😭😭😭😭😭😭

YAAAAS RICK THANK FUCK

Omg Rick please say we’re the ones who live

RIGHT get out of there now Ricky boy fucking hell

Fuck Rick you gonna have to kill this guy too lmao

I’m so on edge

ALSO halfway through and we’re still at cascadia I just want them HOME 😭😭

Oh no Thorne

Rick just wants to see his kiddies kill me 😭😭😭😭

Why’s he left his hand behind???

IM SO STRESSED ABOUT THORNE SHES GONNA RUIN THIS

This is like them disarming Negan’s explosives on the road, except this time they’re arming them

YAAAAS GIVE HER HIS SWORD

OH NO THORNES FIGURED IT OUT 😱😱😱😱

Holding hands forever I love this

FUUUUUCK

THE EXPLOSION WAS WILD

YEEEESS MICHONNE

FUUUUCK RICK

YAAAAS MICHONNE GET HER MASK

OMG THEY DID IT THE CITY KNOWS THEY CAN GOOOOO

FREE MOVEMENT HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED

NAH IM GONNA CRY

IM CRYING AND ITS NOT EVEN HAPPENED YET

His boots 🥹

IM UNWELL

LOOK AT THEM

MICHONNE AND HER BABIES 🥹🥹🥹

HIM AND HIS BABY GIRL 🥹🥹🥹

IM ACTUALLY SOBBING

YOURE THE BRAVE MAN

NAH IM SOBBING GUYS

HUG YOUR SON DAMMIT

BUT MAYBE YOU COULD CALL ME DAD NAH IM DEAD

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[darkittensniper]

BLACK LOTUS

Pairing: Cassandra x Donna

Wc: 1.7k

Summary: Cassandra gets her Cadou. Things don't go as planned. Donna is called to handle it.

AN: This is in response to an ask by @muffinsin. I hope you enjoy this, even if I did like butcher the request for Beauty and the Beast and this came out instead. I mean its kinda like it... but mostly not. Again im sorry for that! Your next request I'll do better on I promise my child! Even then this one for you my FAVORITE and ONLY CHILD!

Donna stood just shy of the smaller women’s sleeping form. Pitch colored mourning dress covering the tall, lithe frame of the Lord. Fingers longer than most, short, trimmed nails painted a glossy black. Veins, healthy and thick snaked along underneath pale skin. Clasped in front of her, Donna had to stop herself from reaching out and touching icy skin. The Lord had only to move a few inches and long toned arms could easily pick up the women and pull her to the Lord’s chest.

The women in question was Cassandra Demitrescu. With the brown-haired girls Awakening from Mother Mirandas Cadou experiments. The middle daughter had attacked the Priestess. From the moment those piercing yellow eyes opened, they held nothing but a feral rage. Clawed hands had cut the Black God deep in her stomach. Had the Priestess still been human, the blow would have killed her. Black mold sludge like blood had spewed from the wound. For all three of the daughters, Cassandra was the only one who did not get to go home with her Mother and siblings.

Lord Beneviento had been whisked away from her manor to come to aid Mother Miranda. The girl seemly had lost all function to speak, the lack of understanding any spoken words. Reverted to the base primal nature in her mind. A raging beast the Black God had called her as she ranted at Lord Donna. Donna had heard even less of what the Black God was talking about, her focus as soon as she stepped into the laboratory had been the blood covered women, crouched in the corner. Snarling and gashing her teeth, small cub like fangs sticking out of her mouth. Seeing that she was very much covered in not only the Priestess blood, but also her own. A jagged and very open wound starting from just under her neck, continuing down between her breast and to her belly button. It looked horrible, but Cassandra didn’t take notice. She felt only anger, fear, and an insatiable hunger.

The Lord had never seen anything so beautiful. Even with every inch of her covered in filth, and her own viscera Donna was ensnared instantly. The instant Donna walked over to the women; Cassandra instincts were sent on high alert. Everything about this veiled woman screamed deadly, predator and prey. And the brunette-haired women didn’t like feeling like prey. Hackles raised as blood poured from her mouth, coating her chin in a fresh wash of crimson. Launching herself at the Lord, intent to gut this woman. Strike first, state your power. A warning. These types of feelings were cording through Cassandra even if she could not make sense of them. She needed to act. This veiled woman was dangerous. Very. Very dangerous.

“Black Lotus.”

The words raspy and deep, barely above a whisper. The slight winkle of the mourning veil the only other sign the lithe women had spoken. Mother Miranda flinched. The next moments caused everyone except Lord Beneviento herself a wave of atrociously violent nausea and vertigo. Raising well-built hands from centuries of gardening, craftsmen work in her family business, and various other fields of knowledge. The elegance of each finger, each in a certain fixed motion, much like the Master Puppeteer she was. All four of Cassandra limbs were now under the sole control of Lord Beneviento. Blooming forth from her left hand a three-petal lotus started to form from the skin there. This otherworldly flower continued to unfurl outwards on itself, a silver-tinged eye forming in the middle of flower. It wriggled and blinked around sporadically, vine line black tendrils whipped from the growth, lashing the air.

The fluttering of Mother Mirandas swarming into her flock of crows falling on deaf ears. The Black God having barely escaped but a small taste of the true power Lord Beneviento wielded. This was the problem, at least in the eyes of Mother Miranda, the dollmakers had no control of just who got affected by her powers. Or so Lord Beneviento made her think. All the Lords of the Village knew out of all of them, their youngest sister had the most control of her powers. For only she truly knew just how deadly they could be if she ever truly lost control.

Cassandra made no noise as she watched the veiled women disappear from her field of vision. Looking around wildly, nose searching over her own scent, trying to find something. Her arms and legs were still unresponsive to her, which sent a new wave of fear into her. The flies spilling from the wound along her chest flew around only to come back to their place inside of her. Seemingly just as confused and disoriented as Cass. She couldn’t swarm. Only bite at the air and let loose long rage filled wails.

 A warm finger being placed upon the screaming women’s forehead. Yellow eyes freezing on the Lord’s finger. The wails quieted, no longer echoing off the walls, instead more of a wounded animal noise left Cassandra. Feeling her body lose all semblance of control, the room was spinning The lack of any feeling was the next thing the smaller women noticed. Before even if she hadn’t shown in, the burning pain along her neck, sternum, and stomach had stopped. She felt weightless, like every inch of her had turned into pure energy.

The Lord watched on in utter fascination. She knew the girls mind was easy to warp to her will. The mental barrier had been all but non-existent from the second Donna had contacted her mental. What did intrigue the tall lithe Lord even more, was just how shapeless and chaotic the brown haired women’s thoughts were. If one could call them thoughts. Instead Donna Beneviento found pure, primal emotions.

Hunger.

Bloodlust.

Rage.

Such a feral seething rage Donna could taste it. And oh what a decadent taste it was. This Lord had been ‘starving’ for centuries. Not for food. Not for drink. Not for anything else material in this world. She had been starved of the right obsession.

Cassandra Demitrescu had become that obsession. As soon as the Lord had laid her eye on the women, who now lay slumped on the floor. Yellow eyes were fixed on the writhing mass that made up the Black Lotus on the Lord’s hand. Not that the poor girl could look anywhere else even if she tried. Not only did the petals of the lotus produce an intoxicating scent, teasing at the potent power that lay within. The sporadically moving grey tinged eye also held the same bewitching effect. As long as Donna wished it, Cassandra would be under her hold. Even if eye contact is broken, even if lungs are cleared, once the Black Lotus has latched on, there is no running from it. Even in death there is no escaping the madness that can be brought upon even the strongest willed minds.  

Not that Donna wanted to torture her little doll. Lord Beneviento liked that. Her little doll. There would be all sorts of other sweet tortures this veiled Lord could bring the women. For right now though Donna only wished to bring peace to the wounded girl. So that’s just what she did, removing every pain receptor in a body is easy when the Lord could name off every single last one them. Next came Cassandras sight, steeping the women in darkness. The lost of her vison did not cause the panic Cassandra had been prepared for. A calm like nothing she had every felt, before or after her Awakening. The slight shift of the Lords finger along her forehead, sliding along her temple, down to her jaw. Lingering there for a few more seconds. The Lord’s body tingled, but not from the women’s frigid skin, but from her own excitement. Donna Beneviento had not touched anything ‘alive’ in a very long time. Her free hand curled into a tight fist, shaking from the amount of pressure she was applying.

Blood was drawn under the Lords facial veil, having bitten her bottom lip till the point of bleeding. Cassandra’s nose twitched, hands flexing. Having bypassed the lulled state, the Lord had put her in. A spinal reflex, not a conscious movement. Having come right from the spine itself, bypassing the brain completely. The sensory stimulus of the Lord’s blood had caused this, triggered a nerve in the primal side of Cassandras body. The women had even for a split second had overcome the paralytic effects of Donna’s ability. A sharp snapping sound as the Lord snapped her fingers. Cassandra body again fully back under her control, the Lord having released her. The Black Lotus on Donna’s left hand fell from the pale skin it had grew from. Landing on the floor, the eye in the middle being crushed under the clipped heel of the Lords boots. Grinding her heel into it, the flower itself crumbling into grey and black dust.

Cassandra drew in a deep breath, the wheezing of her lungs exposed to the outside world sounded like dry leaves against each other. Sandstone colored eyes looking right the Lord, even though the veil, Donna felt those twin orbs of amber looking right at her. The deadly aura around the Lord did not lessen as she bent down to inspect the gaping wound along the women’s torso. A flush coming to pale cheeks as her eye scanned over the lush mounds that made up Cassandras chest, the rather pronounced jutting angles of her hip bones. The wide padding of soft fat layered over the hard brawn of the girl’s thighs. Glad that the veil hid her wondering eye as eased her arms under the women’s shoulders and one under her knees. Bridle style. Shoulders as wide as they were feminine carried the girl’s weight with ease, holding them extremely close. The cold bite of Cassandras skin felt nice against the warmth of the Lord.

Never in her life had Cassandra been on the receiving end of finding someone stronger than her. The mold smelling women didn’t count. The women in the long white dress who had left with her sisters didn’t count either. The only strength that Cassandra found herself responding to, and coming to quickly be enthralled with was the veiled Lord. Even if her scrambled brain could not put words to these feelings, the lack of even knowing what a word was made it impossible.

Lord Donna Beneviento had ‘a lot’ of work ahead of her to rehabilitant and mold this fierce women into the perfect obsession she had already become.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Two things! One Im also on my period rn and have a headache and my evening was made a million times better by all these lovely Benny and Lu asks so thank u!

Two. I’m forever undone by Lu and Gale, I love them so much and they mean the literal world to me. I love how u bringing Lu forward brought sooo much depth to Ida and Bucky and Gale like I find that so fascinating. And I reallyyyy wanna hear ur thoughts on how Gale copes with her pulling away from him post war and then that escalating to her isolating herself and him knowing she’s in a bad situation and not being able to help. Cause I think of everything he did to protect her and how she thought he was jesus on earth and just 🥹 Need to hear from u

Guess we are synced 🤭

Hasn’t it been lovely?! So happy it’s brightening up your evening.

It’s made it so rich, fully agree and it’s interesting how all three of the Trinity cope and what else is busy in their lives to keep them preoccupied. Even though they never are fully.

Without having given this loads of thought for Gale specifically, I think he takes it every hard but entirely internally.

He’s battling grief over Ida’s possibly correct assertion he coulda helped the smear campaign by throwing his time experiences into the ring of public opinion that was quickly thinking these girls were the type to practically ask for their abuse they were so reckless and feral

He’s battling utter guilt over Jack Brady. No wedding, no amount of kids or cryptic forgiveness are ever gonna make him feel better about impossible choices he made and so he seeks out someone to dole his consequences out to him and it’s an awful time tbh

And then there’s Lu. Wondering if he even did protect her much, what that was even worth any more, and of course, the pain of her withdrawing. He gets it, that’s why it hurts worse than it should. He knows why and he knows she’s not well and he’s doing the same damn thing and can’t stop it. He should be home with his wife, he should answer the phone when Bucky calls, he shouldn’t slam the door in Benny’s visiting face but he does. And he knows Lu is too. In her own way.

[eldritch-spouse]

im taking the 50/50 gamble asking this cause yolo i guess (its ok i can wait centuries for my ask to be answered anyways.)

so uh— what if darling is insistent on leaving vesper, like— REALLY insistent. bringing it up casually saying “It’s going to turn me on even more when i leave you and go back to earth,” or “So where’s the going back home ritual?”

and this is kinda because darling doesn’t feel deserving of vesper. sure, she loves him— but like that one post, she just can’t stand seeing vesper having sex with others while she’s just a human who can’t take him. (forever a virgin) and also cause darling sees sex as a romantic while vesper sees it as….idk the word but you get it.

(maybes it even worse when darling has to dissociate and leave the room everytime she caught vesper with someone else. and she will get extremely depressed for days on end everytime she hears the moans and all— putting her in a constant cycle. sorry im projecting my bpd on darling.)

and i saw the post of vesper explaining it too, and while darling understands, she’s still sad regardless, and extremely hurt if vesper calls her cruel when she also tries to explain.

so darling went quiet, nods and casually walked away. and that’s when all the comments about wanting to go home started.

then weeks passed and no one ever saw darling ever again. because darling sees there’s no point to be with vesper anymore even if she loves him, but now she’s mostly inside her separate room 24/7 bedrotting (aka back to her old lifestyle before being taken into Hell.)

or you know, just gets up and leaves Hell altogether. find some way to remove the mark, asked a couple of concerned imps for the way home, or call upon an angel on the icon of hell phone to take them back to earth. and darling SUCCEEDED in returning home.

i know vesper um…is vespering but maybe this is a rare, once in a lifetime moment where vesper snaps, goes feral, actually blue balling himself for so long until he finds darling again on earth. and during that time hell is in constant chaos idk im just blabbering and rambling at this point.

but yeah, ending can be vesper finding darling again and turning her to a succubus, or darling just lives her life peacefully while hell is going down from the domino effect.

(and um, i too feel bad because i know and read your posts about vesper and he’s unfortunately my fav. it might seem strange genuinely disliking my fav but i too just wanted to try and forget about vesper after this.)

(um, if ur planning to write, please don’t get darling cucked in the ending. again, i know this is vesper we’re talking about. u can ignore and delete this ask if u don’t like me requesting darling doesn’t get cucked for the ending.)

(anyways, take ur time getting to my ask. i can wait a long while to the point i might forget sending this ask.)

I'm not going to write anything, you made a scenario on your own, the skeleton for the entire story is already there.

Though this does seem a bit weird. Are you actually genuinely upset with the character? I'm not going to upset you further by telling you how realistic or unrealistic some of his actions here are.

I don't even quite understand what you meant with reader getting cucked. Cucking doesn't really exist in Lust because having sex with others is simply natural and expected and partners don't see it as a betrayal, it'd just be another culture barrier in the relationship. Out of many other culture barriers that you have to adapt to whether you like it or not. You would continue to get "cucked", because the King of Lust cannot subsist on you alone, and he's not about to weaken himself because you find him having sex with others repulsive.

If you are genuinely upset with all this, for some reason, consider finding a character that won't cause that effect in you. I didn't really make any of this with the intent of causing people to get depressed.

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

a4a female alpha steddie oh my god im a genius

alpha women/omega men being kind of rare and maybe stevie and eddie are the only alpha women in hawkins high. and like the weird way they feel about each other being so different but also the only ones they know who can really understand.

and like eddie kind of hates stevie bc she thinks that stevie is like. the platonic ideal of an alpha like she's popular and rich and does sports and seems to command an easy sort of authority. she doesn't know how weird stevie feels about it, bc like yeah objectively being an alpha is a Good Thing, is the Correct Thing and if she'd been anything else she knows her parents wouldn't have been happy. but they also don't seem too happy with this. and like. how's she gonna get a mate that they approve of? the harringtons are disgusted by male omegas, think they're like inherently queer or something even though a female alpha/male omega pairing is technically heterosexual in every way it can be. but they're also not gonna be happy if she brings home a female omega, bc obviously THATS queer too. and stevies kind of panicking thinking she'll have to be alone forever just bc of her parents and she hasn't even considered what she actually wants in a mate

and she's so jealous of eddie who seems like she's exactly the kind of alpha she wants to be. she gets the alpha confidence, the power to be herself and bring anyone who doesn't want to let her to heel. eddie seems to just exist as herself and the alpha thing only seems to help, not hurt. she doesn't know that just bc eddie's leaned into the freak think it doesn't mean it doesn't sting. that being treated like a feral thing keeps people from fucking with her, sure, but it makes her feel like a monster sometimes, like she's not sure if she can trust herself because she's feral, and you don't let feral animals in your house or in your heart

neither of them think they're allowed softness, but eventually they learn to be soft together. they both love the kids. they both love noise- eddie likes to make it, likes to take up space unabashedly, and stevie likes to hear it, to know she's not alone bc she can hear someone making noise in the next room. they call each other beautiful and handsome in equal measure because they are both beautiful and handsome, each with luscious hair and strong muscles built for protecting people. both of them fill up the room with their presence, alpha presence, and people expect them to be constantly butting up against each other, jostling for space, but instead they both just expand like a gas does, mixing together and making something new, something stephandeddie

[hella1975]

I think I think of feral cats in a similar way you do dogs and the motifs of it all. Like I do understand the dog motif thing 100% but it didn’t make me go crazy but I realized for like a year or two now, if I think too hard about feral cats I will start crying and then think of how I can write that in my book. Like a semi feral cat that you have to slowly introduce to everything and make sure it feels safe the entire time but it’s never been inside or with nice people or had a bed and a litter box and easy access food before so it’s scared! It doesn’t trust you! And there’s sometimes esp with feral kittens where you have to force it just a little bit, pet them despite the hissing so that they HAVE to face that fact that they like it. Thinking of a feral mother/pregnant cat being picked up by a rescue and we of course know this is a good thing, there needs to be less kittens outside and they need to have safe homes. But the mother doesn’t know and she can’t follow them because it’s her nature to fight the hand that feeds, not lean into it. She has to to survive. But now she has babies and she’s in an environment she doesn’t trust and she has to eat to keep her babies fed too but she doesn’t want to eat here and let her guard down but she has to. She doesn’t want to be in pain delivering her babies and be so vulnerable here but she has no choice she’s in a cage. There’s food and water and blankets but there’s also a hand that takes her babies (to weigh them and socialize them) or to poke and prod her (check ups). And then one day her babies aren’t there, she’s fixed, and back on the street. And life is better, she’s not forced to have kittens anymore but she’s not hand fed or protected from the elements and she still has to be on guard 24/7 anyway. She can’t have the life her babies get to, but at least they get to. LIKE IM INSANE I think about this all the time too, and some people will call characters feral cats but they mean it artificially or playfully, I’m thinking so hard. Like in taob, they rescue Zuko, he can’t eat in front of people even though he knows he can trust them, he lashes out when feeling threatened but mostly he hisses (like recently lashing out at the group verbally), Sokka in some ways has to force him to be more comfortable because they need him to heal they can’t let him go (again), but this kid has a chance to have a better life than he has. But it has to be without him (without only him at least), Zuko can’t have that life. Not after everything he’s seen. Zi Se won’t even remember their time, won’t remember a time he was scared of every hand or fire, he’ll just be a normal kid to a normal adult. Do you see what I’m saying? I feel crazy - 🫐

ME AND YOU ARE HAVING A SOCRATIC SEMINAR ABOUT ANIMAL MOTIFS RN WE BOTH HAVE PRE-PREPARED POWERPOINTS ON OUR ANIMAL OF CHOICE IM NODDING ENTHUSIASTICALLY THROUGH ALL OF THIS

[chippuyon]

I’m honestly so glad they gave it a closed happy ending, there’s still a lot to grab in too

Miri just started high school and Rei and Kazuki have a restaurant now ! They seem very happy together, there’s a lot up to interpretation too. So we can go off with whatever 👁️👁️

THIS WAS THE BEST FINALE I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR MY VOICE IS HOARSE I ASSUMED FETAL POSITION MULTIPLE TIMES MY HEART IS STILL PUMPING

the action was AMAZING I told all of you the lighter was coming back and I was right I was goddamn right!!! It really did end up being a parting gift from Rei, but for his father and the organization :,)

oh god all the shots, beautiful, dynamic, muah muah the directors and animators put their whole pussies into this last episode

look at Rei breakdancing boy knows his moves

and we need to talk about how absolutely FERAL Kazuki was this ep thats my wifey 😊

and Rei's confrontation with his father, so amazing so fantastic, I'm still reeling over everything Rei said. I definitely get why they said the ending was surprising now.

"Miri, Kazuki, and I share a bond stronger than blood," "If my killer's blood gets in the way of that, and won't let me protect the two of them, then these hands have no purpose!" Me from the grave 6 feet under: 💀👍

Wait is that why Rei shoots his right arm? To permanently ruin his ability to kill? Is he normally right handed? I never noticed.

And then we get back to "You think we managed to change?" "We've still got a long ways to go" They believe they can change and they're working towards it!!

This might be the most beautiful image of them I ever saw, they're battle-worn but smiling at their daughter cause they won. And they fucking deserve it!!!!!!!

Miri's ANGELIC smile omg :((((

Then we got the timeskip which holy shit??? I totally called Miri's hairpin attached to her pocket as a design choice btw(Rei bad end art)

Screamed at this. It's the photo Kazuki and Rei had of them so I wonder if Miri doesn't have any other photos of her mother :( whether because she could never afford a camera or never bothered to or they were left forgotten in their old home.

Miri herself has grown up so well I'm crying. She's sassy and dramatic like Kazuki, but also calls him out on his bullshit like Rei. She really did get both their genes 🏳️‍🌈🫶

(we're going to ignore that drinking with girls comment which is wildly ooc because I wrote Kazuki's character /hj)

You would not believe how loud I screamed when I saw their little diner. Rei's french toast special omg...

Their designs too!?!? Kazuki beard truthers how does it feel to win.

THE BULLETIN BOARD. Miri growing up over the years IM SO EMOTIONALLL. Oh god and how most of the photos are Kazuki and Miri so it was probably Rei taking the photos, wanting to keep physical mementos of his family AHHHH

[kamiversee]

SO I READ THIS LAST NIGHT BUT I FORGOT TO SEND AN ASK CAUSE I IMMEDIATELY SLEPT AFTER !!!

Kami please I will bow down to the ground, forehead to dirt and everything in front of you for this piece of heaven. Genuinely cried ngl, like brat tamer Choso??? Sassy Choso??? It's so WEIRD seeing Choso take the reigns when there's Gojo there too but it's so GOOD like a weird kind of good and I'm so happy to be sandwiched between the best boys ever

Applause to reader man cause sex ban for three weeks? Haven't kissed him in 16 days? Yeah I would fold after a day of the sex ban if he comes home from work grunting and groaning tiredly while taking off his clothes like ??? Kamo Choso with that deep husky voice of his would get me down on my knees the moment he steps inside his house, literally all my dignity and shame are out of the window at that point.

Like everyone else, I'm sooo fucking curious about the phone call cause to me, both are so possessive over reader so I wonder if it's just Gojo thinking with his dick that made him accept this offer (probably is ngl) Choso too like 😭 wdym you aren't a jealous boyfie you almost pummeled Ino to the ground in the cafe

Part 2 and 3 will be the literal death of me, when Choso gives orders to Gojo like yeahhh catch me at my funeral. Like no lube, no protection, eiffel tower, dp, all day, all night, no stopping. Cuck Choso is best Choso and are we maybeee maybe?? getting a glimpse of a little subby Gojo to dom Choso?

UGHSSH I WANNA GET DESTROYED BY THOSE TWO SO BAD IT AINT EVEN FUNNY. I'm going feral just thinking about it I might have to reread it again 😭😭😭

Warning; Yap sesh 😀

When I fist thought abt it, I realized Gojo & Choso really never interact directly so I thought writing them tg would be hard but it’s actually so much more easier than I thought 🥴

The only reason Choso’s so dominant (as of rn) is bc he’s in the process of putting his gf in place, take her out the equation or catch Choso when he’s feining for her & it’d be a whole different situation

But dw, the tables may turn on him a lil bit in the next part (Spoiler alert; Gojo’s a yapper.)

AND IK THREE WEEKS MIGHT BE HARD TO IMAGINE BUT, she is known for her… somewhat decent self-control as long as barriers are set ;)

Now if she drank even once within those three weeks…….. tht sex-ban wouldve been out the window 💀

ALSO ME TOO GIRLIE IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR DEEP VOICES 😩 The second Choso comes home all tired and lazy, probably humming out a low “Baby I missed you s’much,” as he’d probably try to wrap his arms around me— yeah, I’d fold.

&& I think I’ll do a lil blurb for their convo in the room just for y’all :)

Lastly, just to tease yall some more, there is a couple (but mainly one) subby Gojo & dom Choso moment— it’s only for like a split second but it’s. It’s making my brain stutter just thinking about it 😉

[white-poppie]

𝘓𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵

Request: Mitsuya with a reader who is intimidating, can and will fuck you up if you mess with her or her boyfriend BUT to mitsuya she is very loving and caring.

A/N: Ilysm (｡T ω T｡)💜. Also, I realised you never read L'appel du vide  *gasp* Im oddly oFfEnDeD /joke.

Warnings: Bad attempt at delinquent language, swearing obv

Characters: Mitsuya Takashi x reader Genre: FLUFF, crack

Listen, when I tell you, Mitsuya ADORES you so much <33

Like he would literally worship the ground you walk on (INFJ, me relates)

He thinks you are like a breath of fresh air since he has to deal with menaces everyday (Baji and Mikey.)

So Mikey once stole Dorayaki from a store and ran away 500m, then he calls you and Mitsuya asking to pay for you since him and Draken had a fight.

So you had to travel almost 200kms, find Mikey, take him to the shop AND pay for him.

The look on your face scared both Mitsuya and Mikey (yes, even mr dark impulses.) You looked like this according to Mikey:

Shopkeeper: *glares* Mitsuya:*bowing* Sumimasen.Sumimasen.Sumimasen.

While on the other corner...

Mikey: *bowing* Gomen.Gomen.Gomen.Gomen.

He deserved it.

Since then Mitsuya has been very intrigued by your feral side.

He is studying you under a microscope. He has so many questions and he wants to ask all of them

What triggers it? Is it your diet? Do you have constipation? Are you on your- nvm, that would just make you more angry.

The second time it happens, you two are walking down the street while you get surrounded by a gang toman defeated.

"Oya, Mitsuya, walking with ya' bitch?" a man, who seemed to be the leader says.

" 'Yer beating left a scar right here," another one of them points at his busted lip.

"Let's see how you gon' fight with your s/o here~"

Out of instinct Mitsuya stands in front of you, protectively, he is about to turn back and tell you to run home when he sees you have disapperared.

"Oh? How pitiful," you sneer and Mitsuya's eyes widen, "Taka, you really think I need protection from these bastards?"

A man growls at you and before he can do anything, you have in flat on the ground.

"Y'all wanna mess with us?" you kick the man's body, "go ahead, sweethearts~!"

The men were quick to retreat after that. You looked at Mitsuya to see him beet-red.

He will never stop thinking about how cool you were, but after seeing your reckless behaviour, he will tell Mikey to not make too many enemies.

One thing is for sure though he doesn't have to worry about you a lot now.

Tags: @sakinotfound, @akumicchi

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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i know i already posted ninas ref but here she is again with molly

LORE DUMPING BELOW SORRY

this is mollys "doll" form. i decided that MAYBE nina is a bit nicer to molly than i originally planned. like not straight up an asshole but more like a very strict, very emotionally distant mom. she doesnt beat molly but like.....she doesnt show affection... UNLESS molly goes baby mode and starts trying to like snuggle her or tries to do something nice for her (that doesnt end up with a huge mess) then MAYBE she'll crack a smile and call her a good lil doll. otherwise its very transactional their relationship. Nina can loan/control molly for hits but has to take care of her and molly can live on the surface and experience life but can never be free from nina(blood bond? pact? contract? idk but she is a demon devil thing, hence why they need nina as a carrier in order to use her, idk the laws of demon contracts but im sure home wouldnt be too pleased if wally decided to use another demon directly). nina refuses to acknowledge the fact that she did cry when molly got her a mothers day gift (it was a dead bear, yes a fucking bear. molly knew she needed something impressive. oh and also some wildflowers she picked. idk what happened to the bears body molly probs went freak mode and ate it idk).

Mollys very much a doll in this au. not so much a husk/numb but more like a blank slate. coming to this world, she knew nothing and was basically a feral scared animal, and nina was able to make her feel safe (stockholm syndrome much lol). so now shes bonded with nina and is kinda learning how to live. i imagine nina focuses more on teaching her respect and appearing proper (and of course controlling the beast tm) and not so much the emotional aspect of being alive. she'd def pick up on how to act and enjoy things and laugh and cry from the other members, and sorta bringing these emotions back to nina. how nina reacts to these newfound emotions changes drastically. molly was def locked up for several weeks after giving nina attitude. on the other hand she did start letting molly hold her hand after someone taught molly it was a way to bond with someone you care about. also shed a tear but wont admit it.

also yes she is wearing a collar. usually only used when out on a hit. but there nonetheless

ok byeeee~~~~~

I FORGOT TO MENTION THE MATCHING HEART SCARS CUZ THEIR CONTRACT OK NOW BYE