#sniffs the lil rock is so cute

[baeshijima]

THE LNK DIDNT EVEN GO THROUGH

HELP

STOP THE WAY LITERALLY ALL OF THESE ARE CORRECT 😭😭 also shut up abt the no friends at work 🧍‍♀️ i dont work but i go to uni and i have friends there sO—

[lemonandlime22]

I LOVE your bitey child series!!!

Please I NEED bitey child yuu calling Malleus, Jack, Rook, and Sebek big brother💖😭💖

Malleus, Jack, Rook, and Sebek's reaction to bitey child!Yuu's calling them big brother

Warning(s):

A/N: Omg!!! this is so cute!!! tysm for requesting I hope you like it!

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Malleus

Mal and Lilia were having a nice conversation in the Diasomnia lounge abt whatever they talk abt

then you just waltzed in, tugged at Malleus's coat, and said,

"Come with me big brother, i needa' show you somethin'..."

He was in shock but followed you anyway

leaving Lilia behind to almost have a heart attack from how cute that was

You two ended up in the backyard of Ramshackle where there was a small patch of dirt lined with many rocks that all very in size

you had shown him your very own garden that Ruggie and Deuce helped you start

nothing had grown yet but you were still quite proud and puffed your chest as you awaited Mal's response.

Malleus chuckled in amusement,

you had come all the way to Diasomnia just to show him your garden

it warmed his heart, especially since he knew how much you hated going through the mirror gates alone

yet you still did just to come to get him

you must truly see him as your big brother then...

He patted your head and said,

"This is very impressive, little sibling. Please do tell me about all of what you are growing."

Jack

Jack was just minding his own business, happily eating his lunch

when you came out of nowhere and clung onto his tail with no warning

this was far from the first time though

so he just sighed and continued eating

and you, still with your arms locked around his tail, plopped onto the empty bench area next to him

"*sigh* what are you doing Yuu?"

you just inaudibly mumbled into his tail with a yawn and curled onto yourself, using his fluff as a makeshift pillow

"Really Yuu? Common, you shouldn't be taking naps in the middle of-"

he was cut off by more of your mumbling, but this time he caught on to a certain sentence

"Noooo, big brotheerrrr, lemmee sleeep"

Jack instantly stopped in his tracks

he got hit with a massive wave of nostalgia from when his little sibling called him that for the first time while they were learning to talk.

He didn't have the heart because it was now a pile of mush to stop you and ended up being late for his next class

its rly hard to carry a child thats clinging onto your tail.

Rook

You were once again trying to steal Rook's hat

he was hunting a certain eel when you just popped out of nowhere a took his hat

he found it quite amusing

and was very proud that you had managed to sneak up on him.

He playfully chased you all throughout the campus

which lead to you climbing up a rather tall tree

and Rook knew almost instantly something bad was going to happen

and just as he was going to warn you, you slipped and ended up falling

Rook was quick to catch you

and you clung onto him while crying with your face shoved into his shoulder

he was sat under the tree while rubbing you back and reassuring you everything was ok now

when you had mostly calmed down you looked up at him and said,

"*sniff* Thank you, big brother..."

"Hehe, it was my pleasure, dear little trickster!"

Rook stood up, picked up his hat that landed a little ways away, placed it on your little head,

and took you to Pomefiore to get you cleaned up.

He's quite pleased with the nickname you gave him, though he is interested to see who else you refer to that as, there must be many.

Sebek

Sebek had been dragged to yet another sleepover at Ramshackle by the rest of the first years

they do this at least once a month.

Rn, he was pouting on the couch while everyone was just talking and hanging out a lil ways away

you had gotten board so you grabbed a chair to prop up behind the couch

Sebek was already well aware of your plan, you had done this hundreds of times and were never able to stay too quiet abt it

you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and yelled,

"Sneak attack!"

ok- its not rly yelling but its loud for you.

and Sebek stood up, with you still hanging on, and took your little arms to propel you forward as he shot down

you were thrown onto the couch with Sebek still holding your arms waiting for you to tap out.

You loved trying to wrestle with him when you were hyper, it's where you learned this cool barrel roll trick.

When you didn't tap out just kept trying to do said barrel roll, so Sebek opted to tickle you

which worked, after a minute you just started trying to tap out while saying

"Ok-Ok-Ok!! You win big brother! You win!!"

He just huffed and sat back down with a victory smile

It wasn't until 3 days later that he realized what you had called him while he was recounting the incident to Lilia

and he had no clue what to feel.

And Lilia had another heart attack

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[jilytoberfest]

We all know James and Lily live a long happy life together but do you know how they met? Was it on the Hogwarts Express where one accidentally bumped the overhead luggage and caused it to drop on the other? Or was it because Lily wanted to know who lets their dog pee on her lovely Petunia that she keeps next to her door and waits to yell at him as he went about his morning routine? Who knows? Who will tell? And just so everyone can know the different answers to the above question, this year’s theme for jilytober fest is…🥁🥁🥁🥁 ‘MEET CUTES/UGLIES!’

Disclaimer: this post is a lil’ long

Bittersweet

We all know honey gets sweeter when you stir it up, but can you make it bitter too? What happens when we give you a fluff prompt but ask you to give us angst? We get bittersweet jily, addictive and delicious. Oh and how about when you turn our angsty prompt into sweet nothings and sugar coated love declarations? Absolute delight! Come ask for your prompt and twist it to your flavour

The participants will be given a fluff prompt which should be interpreted as angst. And vice versa. Those interested in participating in this challenge can send an ask, and a prompt will be assigned to you! (Yes, both writers and artists can participate 🥰). There is no deadline to register for this event.

Masquerade challenge

Are you as good as a Marauder at detective work? Can you sniff an authors tells at the poker table? Can you sense the writer before the end of the story? Can you tell which James loves Lily the most? If you think you can come have a guess 😉

A few writers will write and anonymously submit their fics to the challenge collection (will be posted soon). Readers have to match the fics to the writers. The options for authors will be given via a tumblr poll. Everyone is encouraged to participate :)

To be a writer, send an ask saying that you wish to participate by the 20th of September (so that you get enough time to write)

Jily sprinkle moments!

At the beginning of each week, 5 one word prompts will be posted. They can all be connected together to make one fic, or as many as one wants. There is no limit! Go grab that jily moment and put it in <<101 words! (If inspiration strikes, feel free to go crazy) Everyone is encouraged to participate! (Artworks, fics, moodboards, playlists—anything can be made). Do tag this blog and @jilymicrofics so that your works can be reblogged

Readers Bingo!

We’ve been spoilt with so manyyyy jily fics this year, were you able to keep up?? If you were, you will rock the bingo weekends this year!

The official bingo templates will be posted every Friday at 12AM GMT and to win it, one would have to get a bingo by Monday 12 AM GMT. This year, we will have 4 bingos (🎉🎉) for each category— general audiences (6th-8th), teen and up(13th-15th), mature(20th-22nd), explicit(27th-29th). Every single person in the fandom is encouraged to participate :)

Whoever finishes the bingo first, each week, wins! They should also post a photo of their finished template on Tumblr and tag this blog. Each winner has the chance to win a bonus of eternal fame (in the author’s minds) and love ♥️♥️ if they have left a comment, as well as have read the fic :)

The JilyExpress - A collaborative fic writing event

All ready to start and head straight to Hogwarts is the Jily expressway 🚂🛤️🚇 so…

Get your ticket through this form before 20th September. Everybody is welcome! (All readers, artists, writers)

The fest mod will start a story on 1st October - It shall only be 1-3 (complete!) sentences and no more.

The next person on the list will continue the story the next day, 2nd October, by writing 1-3 more (complete!) sentences. This continues till the 31st of October when a complete fic, with all the authors credited, will be released on ao3. Based on the number of sign ups, the order and the number of times each author gets to write will be decided and announced in a later post

The writers are to post their lines as a reblog chain with proper tagging (the jily express and @jilytoberfest ) and numbering (date). In case you want your sentence to be anonymous, you can send an ask to this blog after the person before you has posted their sentence, and we would post yours!

First years and Heads of Houses (readers, artists and writers) all can get tickets (since it’s only max 3 sentences) so, hop on, enjoy the fun ride to make sure James and Lily arrive at their destination (happily ever after) safely

ROMCOM event

Ever wanted to combine your favourite rom com with your favourite couple? Here’s your chance, because James and Lily are just a boy and a girl standing in front of an audience asking them to write their love story

And that’s what we’ll do! If you have any romcom books/movies you’d like to recommend, please mention it in the comments of this post! A post with the entire list of movies/books will be released by the 5th! You can choose which movie/book to write as jily in the comments/reblogs of that post!

31Prompts!!

31 prompts for 31 days is back again this year with even more exciting prompts for all! P.S. we now also have lyrical prompts included in the list

The prompts will be posted tomorrow!

And lastly, for the very first time… SURPRISE EVENT!

I think most of you will love this one 🤞🏼🤞🏼. I’m hoping everyone participates in this (yes, readers included). The details will only be revealed on the 29th October, so stay tuned!

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

WHATISUPEVERYBODY you know it wasn’t my intention to watch literally one episode every two weeks but here we are i guess ITS TIME FOR ANOTHER KNOX REACTS TODAY ITS MONKIE KID SEASON 5 EPISODE 4 LESGET IIIIIT

The ssssstorm within, alright, alright, something to do with Mk and blowing up maybe? who knows, perhaps we shall find out MWAHAHA! Well, i mean obviously we’ll find out we’re watching the episode—listen i just woke up i can’t be held responsible for my incoherent ramblings LETS MOVE ON

Face in hands bro i miss flying Bark. BRUTAL DUDE (gotta say it at least once every episode sorry bois :pensive_emoji:)

Sniffs, just plow straight through the underbrush its fine—

Monkey King and Mei face down… okay…. this is…. a very fun frame i will admit…. who wants matching icons—/j/jj/

PREGUFFINGLKJA;DSF WE’RE REALLY RIDING THOSE MCGUFFIN JOKESLKGMSDF

sniffs

scratches head. okay so we’re just using sandy yelling as a gag now… cool cool cool okay sure sure, not like Sandy never raising his voice made the emotional beat of him yelling when contention happened devastating and startling. I guess the whole overwhelming Mk with WE GOT THIS!! talk would be an inevitable one, it always worked before. I mean, except for during the season 2 special. And… any other time hype up hasn’t really… worked… Listen I’m just overanalyzing probably but some of the choices in this season with the characters just feels off to me. Ngl with every episode I watch, the less it feels like monkie kid to me. The last one wasn’t so bad, and hey, we’re only a minute 25 into this one so that might change but that’s my gut reaction right now. Makes me a bit sad! I’ve been watching Dragons Rising (ninjago) with my buddy and been having the time of my life, the animation is gorgeous and it feels like the new peeps really understand the characters and its honestly so much fun, and then I’m kinda sitting here with monkie kid and puzzle pieces that don’t really fit and I’m not sure what to do with it! I know like, it’s the same writers but it just does not feel like it to me. Could be how rushed they always are, they’re doing their best, like—oNCE AGAIN TO BE CLEAR, when I criticize anything or say it feels off, this is NOT me saying bad writers bad people bad bad bad, I’m just saying how it feels to me! It feels almost like they’re trying to bring the comedic lightness of season 1 back but like… it feels kinda plastic and wrong! WORDS FAIL ME, PLS DON’T QOUTE ME I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT LETS MOVE ON

the kneeling down is kinda cute good for them

Sandy hype man!

…..

Is he just trying to get them all out of there so Mk can have some breathing roomGML;SMADF Cause otherwise splitting up is a terrible idea

Special Sandy training!!!

Mk smashing rocks together, okay that was cute h;LGKAJWOEF

Sandy so excited about meditation

sniffs

I FEEL LIKE MK COMPLAINS A LOT MORE THAN USUAL. Why is he so whiny?? Was he this whiny before? Am i losing my mind???? I’ve never wanted Mk to talk less before what is going on

Mystic Monkey meditatiNGN;LAKSDF WHY IS HIS FAKE BEARD ORANGELKMGSDF oh he’s impersonating sandy. SANDY AND WUKONG HAVE SIMILAR COLOURED HAIR I THOUGHT HE WAS USING MONKEY KINGS HAIR COLOUR DON’T LOOK AT ME HGLKAJSDF

The crackity cracks are backity back

“I see you” WELL THATS METAL DOPE

I WILLL ADMIT, THIS IS GREAT, BRO REALLY NEEDS THIS BIG ITME

….me fr pretend to meditate so true==

Storm within that’s funny

SANDY’S A GREAT PERSON TO TALK TO ABOUT THIS

LIL SNEK

I GOT SOMEONE TO FIGHT TAT’S NOT JUST MY THOUGHTSLKMGOWIEFMSDF

MK PLS

ooop next—SECRET TUNNELLLL SECRET TUNNEELLLLL THROUGH THE MOUNTAINNNNNNNNNNN

Just got led to it np that’s funny

Mk’s opening secret access swishy gold thing is fun

Bro’s really assaulting a rock

Owaaaa big ol turtle…. with cracks!

HELPGLKAM;WOEF

Classic

Ah yes meditation, who could have seen this coming

gGKASDF BRAVADO KILLED

I know he’s complaining as a deflection but :T man Mk whining so much is getting old really fast. Like its for the gag and you could say its for the deflection but MAN. Every four seconds he’s got his whiny voice on, bro?? I’m hoping they get all the humour they want out of that gag in this episode :(

I SWEAR I’M NOT TRYING TO BE NEGATIVE THIS IS JUST DOING A NUMBER ON ME OUGH

HEY GET OFF MY SANDY OI

RELEASE MY MAN

COME ON TURTLE

Bro literally has to face his trauma to save his friend what the heck turtle that’s so rude—

OKAY WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO WATCH THIS? I’ve tried two separate types of headphones (one stolen from my brother) a friend’s tv and just my computer’s speakers and the audio volume difference in the voices vs the music is STILL jarring. Like???? I have it turned up so much just to HEAR the voices and TRY to understand them and then the music kicks in and its bLARING and AGGRESSIVE and NOT IN A CINEMATIC WAY. dear gods its like they made monkie kid as unfriendly to watch as possible for me what is going on I’M TRYING TO ENJOY MY MONKIE SHOW STOP JARRING ME OUT OF IT [SHAKES LEGO UNTIL THEY FALL TO PIECES] I’M TRYING TO ENJOY MK HAVING TO FACE HIS TRAUMA SOMETHING I’VE HIGH KEY WANTED TO WATCH SINCE SEASON 1 WAILS

Acknowledging the “okay, i want to push that away, but i’m not going to” is really neat i like that

Hello disembodied voice

Okay, i may not be vibin with the audio, the animation, or the jokes in this ep, but my GODS does Ashe know how to write brutal dialogue. The reason Mk being so afraid of his monkey powers is because he likes it?? Oh yeah, I’m down with that i am SO down for that, I have been clawing at that concept for AGES, I am SO DOWN

So who’s going to be trying to control mk this season? Snake guy?? Newbie?? The choosing yourself and making your own path is really heavy handed so far hL;GJKASDF

Sandy’s advice?? GOD TIER. We love that. I love actual good advice in cartoons thank you

Conversations with self!!! OHHH OHH I LIKE THE EXHALE

TAT WAS NICE

OKAY SO THE HWOLE MIND SEQUENCE I’M A HUGE FAN OF

TERES MY BOY

Sandy’s trigger word is Worthy huh he dont’ like thatLKGMA;OWEFWHEEZE

nah we are so glad Mk has Sandy here actually that is so good I’VE BEEN WANTING SANDY MOMENTS FOR SO LONG AND WE GOTTEM THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU like, the rest of what i said still stands but the emotional beats still hit really nicely and I’m very grateful we still have that!

Yeah that car is gonna get smashed by mei or pigsy and tang yeah yup there we go

oH WOW-oh nvm there it goes

well ! Wonder what mei found! That felt like a little bit of a clunky ending bit for some reason i can’t explain but! Big fan of the Sandy and Mk content I love them, totally deserved, been wanting Sandy talk like that for AAAAGES BLESS

Okayokay, always ending on positive note so lets go over one more time: Mk’s talk with himself? BANGER. Once he got talking, I really liked the dialogue and I really liked the vibe of the whole thing, Loved his exhale, loved the admittance of that all being part of him and that he chooses to work on other parts of him that is AWESOME and super cool to see depicted the way it was all cinematic and cool we love that. Love diving into a little bit of the complexities of our man Sandy! Love him opening up a bit to Mk so he can see he’s not alone in his struggles! That Sandy’s got something like that too and he’s still one of the most wonderful kind people Mk knows! The people who Mk has surrounding him are all exactly what he needs and that’s really cool!!! Ough okay welp, maybe I will be thinking about Sandy and Mk’s dyname for the rest of all time RAAAAAAA I REALLY enjoyed how they wrote them there.

Thanks for reading! Sorry I’m still a bit all over the place with my reactions, i feel like I keep repeating the same things but by GOSH the audio is THROWING ME. But yeah that was a nice way of addressing some of Mk’s trauma, even if it was only for like three minutes, its well done and I enjoyed it! very excited to see they can still nail those emotional bits. HOPE Y’ALL HAVE A SPECTACULAR DAY AND GOOD VIBES HUNT YOU DOWN RELENTLESSLY. KNOX OUT

[brandycranby]

brandy!!!! putting treats out for little old me...? 🥺🥰 ::sniff sniff:: 🥹 that's soooo sweet thank you! 🥰also, don't worry about hoarding that ask! ☺️💕

hehe so listen. I think steve knows how to camp in the sense of putting a sleeping bag down somewhere and falling asleep 😌 however... I sometimes wonder how his childhood would affect his behaviour in a situation like that. yanno, is he going to give no shit bc of the serum or is he still going to be worried about germs/how cold it's going to get/etc. bc he was such a sickly child? 🤔 anyways. I don't think he'd know what to do with all of the modern camping gear and stuff 😂 but I feel like raccoon hybrid reader would absolutely vibe with steve's bare minimum approach and just sleep under the stars with him 🥰🥹

ahhh I love these two so much 😭🫣 would our sweet reader collect nice and shiny rocks for all the friends waiting back at the compound? 👀 would reader share some of the treasures that were found (flowers and berries) with steve but only in exchange for kissies? 🥹 and what would steve do to pass the time? did he bring a sketchbook? is he drawing little sketches of reader? ::screeching:: 😭👀🫣 I‘m going to stop myself there HOW CUTE WOULD THAT BE PLSSSS OMG 🙃😂

thank you for thinking of me AND giving me one of your sweet lil baby potatoes, sweet brandy! 🥺🥰 hope you have a good start into the week ☀️🌸💕

-🦝

MY DEAR SWEET RACCOON ANON you don't know how many times i've thought about steve growing up as a city boy and having to rough it in europe during wwii or him serumed vs preserumed 🥺

i don't think he'd give a shit about germs lolol this man would wander through a subway tunnel and wade through nyc flood waters without fear of tetanus. ticks probably scare him but he's such an urban dweller that he'd see a mama bear and her cub and be like aww 🥺. meanwhile, raccoon reader is yanking him away

hehe they do the bare minimum shelter plus a safe campfire so they stay warm n cozy. but snuggling under the stars is a good alternative 😌💕💕 their trips are peaceful and calm (for steve) and wonderfully stimulating (for raccoon reader). he gets to sketch the great outdoors, maybe bring out a portable watercolor kit while she ✨forages✨ hehe stevie gets to share if he's very nice and gives kissies 😚

sometimes he wakes up to a pile of mushrooms and fruits at the campsite. one time, he finds a heap of carrots, tomatoes, and tatos.... coincidentally, they've stopped very near a vegetable farm. shh, raccoon hybrid!reader jus being a good provider 🥺

giving u a forehead kissie mwah mwah

[81dot444fm]

One time there was a cat in our house. Long story short, it wasn’t a cat. Howeber I had convinced myself it was a rare green fur Breed. It was trying so hard I didn't want it to get sad. Like the meow! It made many attempts to meow but it ended up making this lil GORGLE GRRRRGGGUUURROORR sound. Very cute :3 it made a mess though. Dead leaves everywhere. Green stains. The season of cleaning had come early.

Then Iola came home and it felt like they did a little pee when they saw the cat.

The feeling I remind you. Not actually little peeing. Because they're only made of bones.

They didn't yell or shout or anything like that. The dark void in their eyes got larger for a second, then sank like sand bags.

They walked up, took the pile of what made it to be a cat and tossed it out the window. Iola said it could come back if its willing to participate in cleaning season. 

I remembered this story because it's kinda how I got kicked out just now. The ceiling of big eyed staglagiti were coming down on me. Their purple stain antlers now touching the ground. This is when I started running and running. I wish it wasn't so scary because it smelled so pleasant. A little strong though. Maybe this is why iola doesn't drink the strong coffee stuff. Some point I was getting bucked. Like a lot of bucks pushing back. They're blocking the forward way now. The lights are bright. It didn't occur to me their eyes glow. Very bright and very vibratey. So vibratey they start spinning. Not their eyes. The heads. They all start spinning together. Anticlock wise. Like they're gonna shave off everything I got. Like uhhh when you don't like a piece of wood and u wanna make it baby smooth. I felt like I was gonna turn into a smooth wood baby. There was nowhere to run.

Going forward was not an option. Maybe I could be alive.

I had the genius Idea...of going...backwards.

I was told the tale of this guy. He had a cute girlfriend. But he sucked and had to go grab her. But this time he couldnt look at her. Otherwise she goes oops now i have to ditch u this time teehee! Byye!

And enter a very sad sad man.

The moral I got was never look back. So I usually don't look back. Buuuttt

Butt buut but

It's gotta happen when i could maybe surely die right?

So I did.

I turned. They're all still spinning but they weren't blocking my way. Like a bunch of guards at a cool castle they form a path. Not even 30 of my steps I'm right below the entrance. Not as high as it was before. I looked back again and the cave looks as when I first saw it. Staglags high above. No eyes. No spinning. Just above with purple wet antlers.

I got out. It wasn't raining anymore. No coffee smell. I kinda missed it. I went to put my head in the cave hole to peek at one last sniff.

I did sniff but a lone staglag face was staring at me. It had no other friends with it so spelling something out for me was a bit hard. Stare showdowns don't do much so I just pet its little nose. And gave it a little slow blink.

Hope a blink wasn't offensive cause it did a sniff, went back down the cave hold and stuck a rock through the entrance.

If you love a friend so much. Sometimes it's best to love them from far away. Really far. I'm walking away now.

[hanji-is-life]

since kat has had me on puppygirl brainrot for the past few hours, I couldn’t help myself—

based on this

...

you can’t help it! Toji always has his big scary lookin toys laying all around the house and sometimes planted on the walls. they’re all so pretty! different colors and sizes and weights and the pictures on the blade even look different in almost every single one!

Toji keeps saying that they’re not toys, but they’re pretty like toys. so they must be meant to be played with then, right? means you can pick them up with your clumsy paws and sniff around them—

and the smell! the thickest part of the toy always smell the most like Toji! you just want to be bathed in his scent constantly, so you get your curious little paws right on the handle the moment he leaves. he gives you a stern warning to be good before he exits, but he’s always pushed you to play with your toys before. so this can’t be any different, right?

the toy lays carelessly on a table, puppy height and all. so you knock it over, completely unaware of how lucky you are to have shifted slightly and miss being knicked by the tip of the blade. instead, you let your nose guide you down to the handle of the toy, where Toji’s scent basically oozes in waves.

your mouth drops open, desperate and just wanting a taste of your owner. he didn’t let you hump his shin today in his hurry of leaving the house. you have to get the next best thing!

you waste no time in planting your already dripping cunt on the handle, let both of your smells intermingle and waft throughout the room. you let your hips rock back and forth eagerly, tongue hanging from your mouth, ears twitching in delight as you find a steady rhythm. the feeling is almost as good as his leg.

with your loud panting and whining, you don’t hear Toji come in. you just keep humping his sword like the dumb lil pup you are, watch how a face that looks eerily similar to yours come into view on the blade.

your grinding doesn’t slow, as you cock your head at the sight. you swat at it, growling under your breath at the intruder that wants to get closer to your Toji and his sword. another face pops up above the intruder, but this one looks more like your owner. your growling quiets, replaced by a dopey grin as you messily drag your swollen clit along the ridges of the handle with a high whine.

“What did I tell you about being good?” you jump slightly in place. the voice sounds eerily similar to Toji too...weird. you take a closer look at the picture that huffs and shakes it’s head. Toji pinches the bridge of his nose, grumbling under his breath as he plants the ball of his foot on your lower back to stop your incessant grinding.

“Stupid fuckin—behind you, pup. Turn around.” you gasp again, a yip pulling excitedly from your throat as you whip around to see your owner staring down at you. he crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you over the swell of his chest and the large bulge that forms in his pants.

without further thought—not like you think in the first place—you lunge for the bulge, lapping excitedly with a playful growl. Toji doesn’t budge though, just continues to stare down at you angrily, glances over your shoulder to see the sticky mess you’ve created on his handle.

he pushes you away from him with a soft kick, watching how you land softly on your back on top of the sword. he opens his mouth to scold you, but pauses at the pained whimper you let out. he frowns before he exhales slightly at the tiny little gash on the side of your arm. you whimper at the sight, eyes glassy and watering, already starting to spill slightly. he watches you build up a sob with a shake of his head,

“Don’t, it’s just a little g—” your loud sob echoes throughout the quiet house. all Toji can do is sigh, pick up his poor wounded dumb lil puppygirl and nurse her all better. dramatic ass mutt, he calls you the entire time he places cute lil puppy stickers on the tiny, barely there, small ass cut.

but he does love his dramatic ass mutt.

[nightingaelic]

POODLES IN THE WASTELAND

i jest I jest

But 👀

What about pets? Either ones companions would have or a very uncommon one that someone wouldn’t think was a good pet, BUT IS. Deathclaws you can ride like a pony, mole rats that want belly rubs, cazadore’s as cattier pigeons! What are your thoughts?

Or like, Danse or Piper or Fawkes with something hilarious Idek ignore me

Oooookay, here’s my comprehensive list of companions - ALL companions, across Fallouts 3, 4, New Vegas and 76 - and their (headcanon) choices in wasteland pets. I’ll give a little explanation for each - particularly as many of these companions are transients and don’t have the luxury of owning a home to keep pets at. Also, I feel like most of the companions, while they might not necessarily like pets, would be somewhat fond or at least respectful of the pets of the Lone Wanderer/Courier/Sole Survivor/Vault Dweller, like Dogmeat and Rex. 

Bighorners

Lily Bowen: Everyone’s favorite super mutant grandma is already an experienced shepherdess in Jacobstown, and she’s more than willing to tear some night stalkers apart to keep her herd safe. If that’s not love beyond the norm for wasteland livestock, I don’t know what is. She’s probably given all of her bighorners names after the characters in the television reruns she used to watch on holotape in Vault 17, like Grace and Audrey and Lucille. 

Brahmin

Raul Tejada: Actually spent a decent part of his pre-war life living on a ranch, so he knows that most brahmin don’t deserve being labeled “irritable” just because people don’t know how to read their body language. I think he’d follow wild brahmin herds around a bit on a whim and keep them from coming to any harm, especially the little ones. He gives them names like the cattle he grew up with, Corazon and Gordo and Blanca. 

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Doesn’t truck with the wild herds, but she knows that part of the success of a caravan lies with how well they treat their pack animals. All of her caravan’s brahmin have names - Penny, Magic and Sprinkles - and she’s careful to pair them up with drivers who are patient and work well with their various personalities. 

Cats

Butch DeLoria: While Butch ultimately decided to leave Vault 101 behind, I don’t think he would ever truly lose his fear of radroaches after what they did to his mom. Having a little friend to warm his bunk in Rivet City and pounce on intruders would probably set his mind at ease, maybe a black tomcat with one ear named Pepper. He might even gift his mom a kitten when he next comes to visit. 

Star Paladin Cross: I don’t think Cross much sees the use of an animal that doesn’t contribute to the community it lives in, like most of the Brotherhood of Steel. Cats, however, are excellent at pest control, even if the rats are bigger nowadays. I think she’d give the resident cats at the Citadel some pets in passing, and she’d smile when she has to extract playful kittens from inside her power armor frame. She’s especially fond of the cat colony’s matriarch, a scarred old tabby named Gemma. 

Curie: Upon her transition into a synth body, Curie is overjoyed with most animals and their new willingness to approach her for attention. She especially loves cats because she can pick them up and better feel their fur and purring. Her favorite cat is an orange stray in Diamond City that she calls Claude. 

Piper Wright: A companion for Nat when she’s out adventuring, an unbiased friend to bounce the latest opinion piece off of before going to print, and a lap-warmer for when you’re typing up the latest article about the exploits of the Minutemen - what’s not to like? The Wright family cat is a slippery, elegant calico named Sugar Bomb. 

Preston Garvey: While the Minutemen forts and settlements definitely lean more toward keeping dogs around for security purposes, I think Preston likes his pets quieter and less likely to bowl you over in excitement. The one most likely to sleep with him in his bunk at Sanctuary is a grumpy gray gentleman named Anchovy. 

Deathclaws

Veronica Santangelo: If anyone is crazy enough to swipe a deathclaw egg from a nest and try to hatch, rear and train a personal killing machine named Izzy, it’s Veronica. This will probably just alienate her from her Brotherhood chapter even more, but I’m sure she would take special care to make sure that her usual Mojave Wasteland haunts take a peek through a scope to see if the approaching deathclaw has a human on its back before taking a shot. 

Dogs

Clover: I don’t think Clover gets out beyond Paradise Falls much, so the only animals she’s used to are the dogs the raiders bring around when passing through. She probably has favorites among the usual visitors and enjoys tossing them bits of meat when she’s allowed to get away from Eulogy and Crimson. If liberated, she’d probably get at least three of her own dogs to watch over her while she sleeps: One small dog to carry with her, a Pekingese or Pomeranian descendant named Coco, and two large dogs to follow through on intimidation and protection, a mastiff named Rock and a Doberman descendant named Roll. 

Jericho: Jericho doesn’t deserve a dog but he’d probably have one around anyway to sniff out caps caches and hidden loot after he’s shot everyone in the vicinity. Some slinky beagle mix named Dewey, probably. 

Fawkes: I don’t think Fawkes would be picky at all about what kind of dog he’d have. He strikes me as the type who would adopt any half-friendly mutt he ran across. I do think he would have a bit of a soft spot for friendlier mutant hounds, though, and maybe view their mutated circumstances as similar to his own. He’d also be absolutely amazing at playing fetch. Just imagine how far he could lob a stick or ball. All of his dogs would have literary names too, like Byron and Agatha and Edgar. 

Craig Boone: Though he’s a bit of a prodigy at sniping, Boone knows his limitations when it comes to spotting hidden enemies on the horizon. I can see him having a hound dog at his side to find the more elusive ones and help him get rid of them faster. Maybe a bloodhound mutt named Bravo. 

Cait: Doesn’t like people, but she adores dogs. Having had the life where she’s been abused, exploited and forced into slavery, she’s keenly aware that those like the ones who took advantage of her treat dogs much the same. She’s very protective of any dog she encounters and is very likely to punch you in the face if you so much as look at one wrong. She’d probably name any pup she adopted Lucky. 

Hancock: Honestly, he’s just a fan of any animal that is happy to hang out with you whether you’re drunk, high, fighting raiders or patrolling downtown Boston. The Goodneighbor strays know him as the guy who always has mirelurk jerky in his pockets. His favorite is a rough-and-tumble, black-and-white spotted cattle dog descendant that he cheekily calls King George. 

Robert MacCready: He’s not quick to trust dogs, but once he’s sure they’re not a threat, they’re one of the few critters around which he’ll relax completely. He’s still a little wary of them around Duncan, but any dog that’s a part of his family is more or less his son’s permanent babysitter. 

Nick Valentine: Dogmeat is also basically his dog. The two have a history of working cases together, with Dogmeat just turning up whenever a trail goes cold and leading Nick to the evidence he needs to reopen his investigation. Nick doesn’t know how or why Dogmeat does it, but he’s not about to ruin a good thing. 

Strong: I don’t think he would turn down a ferocious mutant hound as a friend. He’d probably feed it mole rats and call it something like Killer. 

Foxes

Beckett: This former raider has a love-hate relationship with a fox that keeps going through his trash. He affectionately calls him Lil’ Bastard. 

Sofia Daguerre: Having crashed back to an earth she doesn’t recognize, I think Sofia would be tickled that the foxes of Appalachia have basically stayed the same despite the bombs. I can see her leaving dinner scraps out on her porch for one that she sometimes spots in the foliage, and slowly coaxing the critter to come into the light. She names her Scarlett once she finally convinces her to eat out of her hand. 

Mega sloths

Settler forager: I would not be at all surprised if this man ran into a mega sloth in the Mire and decided to try befriending it. The creature, probably surprised at this old guy’s nerve, decided to accept the handful of leaves he offered and grew slowly more fond of the guy’s persistence. It doesn’t know its name is Fergus but it does know that if a human is wearing overalls, it’s probably not a threat. 

Mole rats

Deacon: Alright, hear me out. Deacon has a fondness for underdogs, and mole rats are about as underdog as they come. I think Deacon thinks these little guys are cute despite their wrinkles and buck teeth, and I think he sees the value in having a tunneling pet that likes to collect shiny things. One of his deep cover hideouts is in an old tunnel system in the northern Commonwealth, where he hangs out with a young mole rat named Henry. 

Owls

Raider punk: This radio operator got wind of an abandoned nest of owlets in Appalachia early on in his career and, being the nearest to the report, decided to rescue the little guys. Now he has three owls that occasionally drop in at his camp to hoot and accept handouts: Nona, Decima and Morta. While he’s still fond of them, he’s usually disappointed that they aren’t the Mothman coming to visit. 

Rad chickens

Yasmin Chowdhury: Ever the opportunistic cook, she picked up the practice of raising chickens from the settlers at Foundation and has four hens of her own: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. The “ladies,” as she refers to them, give her a constant stream of eggs for omelets. 

Ravens

Settler wanderer: This gal has an affinity with birds, who are always on the move like her. She admires their ability to be untethered and let the wind take them far and wide. Nevertheless, she likes to scatter corn when they come close to her on the road, and formed a sort of friendship with a particularly handsome specimen that she calls Tornado. 

Wolves

Old Longfellow: This guy is the epitome of the meme about dads not wanting pets and then instantly falling in love with whatever animal enters their life. He probably found an injured wolf pup in his travels around the island and took pity on it, nursing it back to health in his cabin. It’s still got a bit of a twisted paw, but follows him around and listens like any other dog and answers to the name Lamoine. 

Yao guai

Porter Gage: I bet this guy adopted an orphaned bear cub and raised it by hand. Now it’s so big that even if Gage thinks he’s an easy target for other raiders due to his age, he’s much less likely to get singled out than he thinks because he has a yao guai following him around like a puppy. The bear’s name is Fuzzy Wuzzy. It has no hair. 

No pets, thanks

Charon: Too likely to accidentally wind up in the line of fire. 

Sergeant RL-3: Too easily corrupted by Communist influences. 

Arcade Gannon: Too much time spent getting in your way. 

Codsworth: Too likely to make messes. 

Paladin Danse: Too many wasted resources. 

X6-88: Too much of a liability. 

Ada: Too easy to lose when on the move. 

Solomon Hardy: Too unsanitary. 

[ttttaehyungie]

regular | extra #1

regular | extra #1

main fic

genre | romance, fluff, smut

pairing | film major!jungkook x convenience store worker!y/n

word count | 3.1k

rating | 18+

warnings | sooooftttt smut, morning sex, nipple play, dry humping, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, kisses kisses lots of kisses n cuddles, y/n talks briefly about having low self-esteem

summary | It’s been just a couple of weeks into your night shifts at the convenience store and you’ve caught yourself looking forward to the patronage of the two regulars who come by to purchase ramyeon and the sight of a certain bunny-toothed grin. Little do you know, you’ve caught the eye of the very pair of doe eyes you so adore.

a/n | OK SO,,,, this was NOT planned. did not plan this when i first wrote regular, did not plan this in my upcoming wips schedule, and definitely did not plan for it to get this long slkdjflkj but i justttt love these two lil beans so much and i lowkey hope i didn’t just ruin them by writing this and thought about them celebrating jk’s bday and here we are um 5h and 3k words later :’)

Few things in life are as lovely as being able to sleep in. And being able to sleep in on a weekday? That’s a whole other tier.

Now. Being able to sleep in on a weekday and in your lover’s arms? Transcendental.

The room is just barely lit in the first, feeble rays of the sunrise. The only time you see the sunrise is when you’re working the early shift, the sunbeams filtering their way through the glass panels of the convenience store to reach you.

Which means that the only time you get to enjoy the still quietness of dawn from the comfort of your bed is never.

Although it looks like that count isn’t going up since you’re technically in your boyfriend’s bed and not your own.

You attempt to maneuver your way from between Jungkook’s arms to a sitting position, banking on his heavy sleeper tendencies. But no such luck.

“Huh?” comes his groggy voice, thick with sleep. In his confusion, his arms around you tighten, pulling you closer into his chest. His lips caress your forehead, soft and warm but also sluggish in his sleepy dazedness. Cute. Your heart flutters at the realization that his first instinct upon waking is this show of affection.

Running your fingers through his soft curls, you’re the one to pour out your affection this time. You whisper, “Good morning.”

“Mmhm,” he whispers back, “it’s always a good morning when I’m with you.”

You retaliate against his cheesiness with a tap on his nose. But he only returns this with a peck to your nose. And another. And another. And a whole smattering of light kisses across your cheeks, up to your forehead, down along your jawline, and by the time he lands a smooch to his final destination on your lips, you’re in a heap of giggles that bubble up from the sheer contentment spilling over from your heart.

“Why are you up so early?” he asks, the heat of his breath wafting over your left collarbone.

“I think I’m too used to getting up early for my shift. I was gonna watch the sunrise, then attempt to go back to sleep.”

Pausing in his quiet peppering of kisses along your collarbone, Jungkook looks up at you, and although his eyes are wide and innocent as they peer at you, you recognize the undercurrent of lust burning in them, quiet and low but unmistakably present.

He ducks his head back down and mumbles against your skin, “Mm but we’re both awake now. Would it be a waste if we just go back to sleep?”

A shiver runs down your spine, and it’s only due in part to the tickle of his lips on you. He doesn’t ask for it directly, but you’ve been together long enough to know what he’s asking for.

“It is,” you agree. Your fingers scrape gently along his scalp before you run your thumb over the shell of his ears, watching as his eyes flutter shut in the heady sensation of it all.

Jungkook grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, skimming them over the delicate skin on the back of your hand. The feel of his plush lips on your wrist and the sensation of the point of his nose running up your palm has you sighing. He plants tender kisses to each of your fingers before taking just the tip of your index finger into the warm cavern of his mouth.

His tongue flicks. You gasp. The warm appendage glides along your finger and provides ample distraction from the movements of his other hand.

He runs his thumb along the slope of your hip bone, the full warmth of his hand on you as he’s slipped it under your shirt while your attention was elsewhere. It’s when your eyes snap open in the stimulation that you realize they had even drifted shut in the first place.

He pulls your finger out of his mouth, ending it with a kiss to your knuckles.

“Do you want this?” he asks, and you nod frantically. He flashes that bunny smile- the very same grin that stole your heart all that time ago- and you’re falling in love all over again. It’s that smile that tinges his breathy words with a brightness as he whispers, “Okay.”

He turns you onto your back. Both his hands slide up under your shirt this time and you arch your back at the feeling of his big, warm hands on you. He’s not gripping hard- Jungkook’s always treated you with such gentleness- but there’s just something in the way he holds you that makes you feel so secure.

They continue their ascent and pause when his palms rest on your ribs, his thumbs stroking the soft skin of the swell of your breasts. A breathy moan escapes you. The satisfaction in this simple action is already unreal. But it triples when his hands venture further up to tweak at a nipple, already pert even though untouched up to this point.

As your pleasure builds, the shy apprehension that seems to constantly cloak your being begins to melt away. You pull your sleep shirt- loose and baggy as is most comfortable for sleeping- all the way up to bunch up at your neck, and you sigh as you take in the sight of them being rolled, pinched, flicked under Jungkook’s skillful fingers. Just the physical stimulation alone had them raised to points, but the visual of your boyfriend paying so much tender attention to your chest as you’re both bathed in the golden glow of the dawn has you biting your lip.

Just as you think that your pleasure is at its maximum, he takes a bud into his mouth. He sucks on it gently and you jolt upwards from the pleasure. Taking the chance, he slips his hands beneath your back, wrapping you in warmth from both his hands and mouth.

“Mmn, Jungkook,” you sigh out between gasps of pleasure, “it’s your birthday. Shouldn’t you be the one receiving?”

He breaks away from you, and you can’t help but whine softly from the loss of contact. But it’s quickly replaced by his thumb tracing your areola. Taking a quick once-over of your blissed out state, he smiles and answers, “Love, watching you lose it is pleasure enough for me.”

“Are you sure? I coul-”

“Shh,” he kisses you as he cuts you off mid-sentence, “I’m the birthday boy and this is what I want.”

He moves to resume his actions, but you push him off you. Surprise crosses his features, but that’s quickly rectified as you clamber into his lap, straddling him.

“We could both… at the same time,” you explain disjointedly. But Jungkook gets it. With his hands on your hips, he pulls you down to rest your weight on him, his hard-on pressing into your core. The feeling of being pressed together elicits moans of pleasure from both of you. Grabbing your shirt from where it’s collected at your hips, he tugs upwards, divesting you of your top.

He takes a look at you, clad in nothing but your panties as you sit in his lap, hands resting on his shoulders with your breasts on full show, he gasps in awe at the sight. His reaction flatters you to no end and with the boost in confidence, you initiate. Arching your back, you slide your hands through his thick locks and pull his head forward.

Getting the hint, he takes your nipple in his mouth once again, pulling a moan from you once again. This time, you can feel him throb underneath you in response to your moan. In turn, you clench in response.

You begin to rock your hips forward. Dressed in just a simple white t-shirt and boxers, Jungkook’s sleep attire leaves the barriers between you thin. With just two layers of cloth between you, every roll of your hips has you feeling his length in all its stiffness rubbing deliciously against you. Evidently not satisfied with the pace you set, Jungkook’s hands return to your hips to aid you along, broken moans spilling out of both of you.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, he tugs you down for a kiss. You respond eagerly, one hand buried in his hair to pull him closer and the other scrabbling on his shoulder through his shirt.

“Love,” he gets in between pants, “you have to be quiet. Jin-hyung might hear us.”

Not trusting yourself to remain quiet, you drop your head to his shoulder and muffle your sounds in his shirt as your hips continue their rapid movements, frantically chasing your high. Jungkook, too, busies himself with placing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, occasionally grunting into you.

Between the feel of his solid cock and the friction of your panties sending pressure on your clit, and the kisses being laved along your collarbone, your high is within reach. You grind down harder. Faster. It coils within you and builds, builds, builds. You’re almost there when-

Jungkook lifts you off of him. The pleasure, tightly wound in your core, ebbs away even as you clench your walls in a desperate but ultimately fruitless attempt to cling onto it.

“No! No, no, no, no. Why?” you whine as he shifts you, laying kisses on your cheeks as he apologizes repeatedly.

“I’m so sorry, love. But it was too good and I- I only want to cum when I’m inside you today.”

You sniff, but you nod your okay. You reach for the waistband of his boxers, but he swats your hand away lightly, earning him a puzzled look.

“Here,” he says, flexing his thigh beneath you so that it presses hard and warm into you. “I want to see you cum first.”

“But-”

“It’s my birthday,” he says, pouting petulantly, “and this is what I want.”

“Okay, okay. Birthday boy gets what he wants.” You chuckle and lean forward to kiss his pout, thumb stroking his cheek with tenderness.

You place his hands on your chest once again, and begin working yourself on his thigh. The muscle is firm, testament to the hours he spends at the gym, and the hard planes of it press into your clit, and you’re quickly addicted to the sensation that sparks from rolling your bundle of nerves over the solid muscle. Jungkook flicks at your nipples, creating delicious shocks that add to your mounting pleasure. Sooner than you’d expected, you’re back at where you were, teetering on the brink and feeling suspended from how tightly wound you are.

Your head thrown back, mouth agape in bliss, your arousal leaking out of you and seeping through your panties in a damp spot and onto your boyfriend’s bare thigh, Jungkook knows you’re close. Rubbing your nipples hard and fast, at an almost brutal pace, the stimulation is just enough to tip you over that edge and free-falling in the bliss of your orgasm.

You bury your face in his neck as you whine out your pleasure, “Jungkook, ungh, Jungkook…”

Your walls pulse and throb, and your hips continue to roll against the thigh that he presses up harder into you, bending at the knee to increase the intensity of your pleasure. Your strokes have become slow but hard, sinking your weight down into the solid flesh to elongate your high.

When you’ve descended, the last waves of your release mellowing out into little tingles, you open your eyes to find Jungkook’s on you, wide in wonder.

Grabbing you, he pulls you into a searing kiss. His lips on yours are urgent, his tongue seeking yours out, his arms clutching you tightly to his chest such that not an inch of distance exists between you.

“I want to be inside you so bad right now,” he pulls away from the kiss to admit, his eyes staring deeply into yours with blatant vulnerability. “I want you so bad.”

“You have me,” you promise. “You have me, birthday boy. Not just today, but every single day. You have me.”

You climb off him to lay down on your back, legs spread slightly and bent at the knee. Running your hand over your clothed core, you eye him where he sits and watches. Despite your recent orgasm, you can already feel the stirrings of arousal begin again.

“Jungkook, please.”

The two words are simple, but they break him out of his stupor. Crawling over to situate himself before you, his hands run warm and sensual from your ankle and up to your knee, and raising goosebumps down your inner thighs as he caresses them. Arriving at your panties, he hooks his fingers in the sides of them.

He looks at you, questioning, asking for permission, and you nod. You lift your bum to help him along and he slides your final article of clothing off of you. The morning air is cool against the slick of your arousal.

Before he can lose himself staring again, you sit up and tug at his shirt. Upon your initiation, he moves faster this time, yanking his shirt off and dumping it on the floor where his boxers quickly join the pile.

As he fiddles to get the condom on, you take your time to take in the sight of your boyfriend. Completely bare, you can see how he’s built with solid and firm muscle all over. A contrast to the way he treats you, always soft and delicate with you, treating you like a treasure to behold. In all honesty, so much of your growth in self-confidence must be accredited to him. It’s the wonderment and awe in his gaze and the matter-of-fact way that he tells you that you’re amazing that began to chip away at your insecurities. Hearing him say it like it was the plain fact, simple and true, so regularly was what had you beginning to believe in yourself.

And today on his birthday, you’re so thankful for his being. You’re so thankful that he came into your life. You’re so thankful for his love.

“I love you.” It comes spilling out of your mouth. But you don’t regret it, you don’t want to take it back. “I love you,” you repeat. “So much.”

His eyes crinkle into those endearing crescent moons you adore. “I love you too.”

He lines himself up to your entrance and carefully pushes into you. The stretch stings a little, but he goes slow and gentle, easing his way in till he’s buried fully in you.

He sighs. “You feel so good around me.”

You hum in agreement and nod, and his smile grows wider in response.

“Do I feel good?” he asks.

“Mmhm. So, so good.” With your body adjusted to him now, you clench around him, eliciting a hiss from him. “You can move, Jungkookie.”

With your go-ahead, he begins moving, gentle and shallow at first. But as the feeling overtakes him, your warmth wrapping around his cock and drawing pleasure from him, he gives in and begins going harder and faster.

“Mmn, ____,” he whispers in your ear, his breath in your ear sending tingles down your spine, “it feels so good to be joined to you.”

You only let out a happy sigh in response, but you understand completely. Everything feels so intimate. The dim lighting of the morning, the soft blankets abandoned but still surrounding your naked forms, the hushed, whispered confessions and gasped out moans, the knowledge that you are making love to the man that you love and the man that you love is making love to you.

You run your hands up and down his sides, reveling in the smoothness of his skin in your palms. With your pointer finger, you tweak his nipple, and the sound that he emits has you clenching around him, eliciting yet another one.

He snakes a hand between you and down to where you’re joined. In the same way that he was flicking at your chest just a few moments prior, he begins playing with your clit. It’s getting increasingly difficult to stay quiet, and you resort to muffling your moans with a pillow as the amount of pleasure you experience gets ramped up tenfold.

But he pulls the pillow away, his doe eyes now steeled with lust as it bores into yours.

“Don’t hide from me. I want to see you when you cum.”

With that, he increases the speed, both on your clit and in the snapping of his hips into you.

“Jungkook, ah, Jungkook. I’m close.”

“I can feel you tightening around me. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

“Mmn, so close.”

“You can let go. Cum around me.”

He circles your clit with an unrelenting intensity and you snap, hurtling off into bliss once again.

As you throb around his girth, he slows down his strokes to work you through it as you whimper his name again and again. He kisses your cheeks lightly, pulling you back to alertness with the sprinkling of his kisses.

Now having ensured that your pleasure has been achieved, he starts up again, rutting into you with no abandon now, unabashedly chasing his own orgasm. You tug at his hair lightly to pull his head back, and begin plant kisses all along his neck, aiming for the sensitive spots near his clavicle. With your other hand, you circle his nipple lightly, pleasuring him the way he did for you so expertly.

Within minutes, he crests the peak, seizing up slightly as he spills into the condom. You clench around him gently, milking him through his high. He collapses into you, his warm weight pinning you down but not uncomfortable. You stroke his hair lovingly as he pants and attempts to regain himself.

Recovered, he slides himself out of you, and takes care of the condom quickly, not wanting to be apart from you for too long.

He snuggles back into your arms that are outstretched and waiting for him as he returns to the bed, and sighs happily as he circles his arms around your waist.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you wish him, twisting a tendril of his hair around your finger.

He hums in contentment. “Being yours is the best birthday present ever.”

You both settle into the quiet of the morning, enjoying the stillness of it. Or at least you intended to until-

“Hey!” Jin’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. His knocks continue to pound on the door. “Time to get up, you lovebirds. Or are you going to spend all of ____’s specially requested off-day just lying in bed?”

Jungkook groans. “Fifteen minutes, hyung, please?”

“C’mon, Sophie’s waiting for us. We made plans for four of us to celebrate your birthday, remember?”

“She waited for you to make a move for an entire year since you joined the company. I’m pretty sure she can handle fifteen minutes,” Jungkook retorts.

“The only thing holding me back from marching in there right now to give you the ass-whooping of your life is that one, it’s your birthday, and two, I’m protecting my eyes from seeing you both nude. You’re not that quiet, y’know. Now please just put some damn clothes on and get washed up so we can go.”

[roxannarambles]

Watching the Moomin episodes that a fan recently translated into English.

“Sniff Falls in Love” comments:

-Sniff falling in love with a girl because she has a ‘cute nose’ is honestly adorable

-I think Sniff picking flowers, giving them to Houska and her being horrified that he murdered the plants, and them both crying was supposed to be funny? Just seemed kinda depressing to me. (But I’m guessing a lot of children’s programming that’s meant to be funny is kinda depressing as an adult)

-The episode contains some lighthearted suicide jokes and wow sometimes I forget kid’s cartoons can have stuff like that. Feels weird to see!

-Little My just absolutely brutalizing Snorkmaiden when she says right to Moomin’s face that he’s ‘never really been in love before’ (Snorkmaiden was right there, you’d think she’d say something but she didn’t), whooo man

-Snufkin rocking up in the middle of the episode and they ask him for advice and he’s basically all, ‘Well I’ve never fallen in love before like a lil bitch’ or whatever, that was funny. (Sure, Snufkin. Sure.)

-Little My chasing Sniff and beating on him with a frying pan to make him forget about his crush is very much on-brand for her, but again I suffer from the problem of being an adult and probably overthinking a cartoon and so it mostly feels to me like she’s physically bullying somebody and it’s ‘funny’ because she’s a tiny girl but the truth is it’s kinda not cool and ok, sorry I’ll stop now it’s just a cartoon

[lizzievelnias]

VIOLENCE TW (it’s implied but paints hell of a picture) & ABUSE TW

“IT’S HARD TO TRUST WHEN ALL YOU HAVE FROM THE PAST ARE REASONS NOT TO …”

Have you seen LIZZIE VELNIAS around Faerune? They’re a WITCH who REJECTS the Unseelie Queen’s reign. People have heard they’re ADVENTUROUS, CHEERFUL & LOYAL but can also be BATSHIT, AIRY & CALLOUS. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a GRAVE DIGGER.

LIZZIE AT A GLANCE

NAME: Elizabeth Corie Velnias ALIASES: Lizzie - call her Elizabeth and she’ll set you on fire.  Only her mom called her that and she hates the name with a passion.  Pet names given to her by Scout:  Honeybee, Love Bug, Baby Girl.  From Geal:  Little One.  AGE: 26 [Born March 23rd] AFFILIATIONS: Nothing of note at the moment OCCUPATION: Grave Digger at the Faerune Cemetery.  With Geal stepping down to “take a break,” Lizzie has picked up a lot more responsibility at the cemetery. GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her SEXUALITY: Unknown.  Demisexual??? (still a virgin) QUIRKS: Emotionally stunted; Lizzie tends to act far younger than she really is.  Hair is permanently colored pink by magic as it’s Lizzie’s favorite color.  Her entire vibe is pastel goth/satanist.  Her bed is completely covered in stuffed animals that Lizzie likes to be buried under when she goes to bed. Crippling claustrophobia thanks to her mother.  She’s actually a very good skateboarder.  One of her favorite pastimes is going out with Scout to skate.  Lizzie likes to make a controllable flaming rabbit that she plays with; it reminds her of Mr. Rabbit and gives her a great deal of comfort.  Before meeting Scout one of the ways Lizzie coped with stress and had fun was kidnapping people and torturing them in the woods.  She still has the occasional aggressive urge and will stalk people because it’s funny and will kill every few months when she just can’t take it anymore.  That’s what’s so great about being a grave digger, it’s so easy to dispose of bodies.  But really, she’s trying not to kill so much anymore.  She doesn’t want to make Scout and Geal sad.  Besides her occasional lapses, Lizzie generally robs the bodies at the cemetery and will take various body parts to try using in dark magic.  Or to just collect them in resin jars because she thinks they look cool.  MARKEKTABLE/TRADE SKILLS: Lizzie mostly pawns off shit she finds with bodies, but she’s also been working with Scout to try to make different potions that she can use for trading.

BIOGRAPHY

Lizzie was always different from the other kids.  Maybe it was because there were rumors in town of her family being devil worshipers.  The other children would always stare at her, whispering to one another.  Sometimes they would throw rocks, calling her a demon.  This was a god-fearing town afte rall.

Sometimes the rumors get it right.  Her parents, especially Mother, cared more about their rituals, the underworld, more than anything else.  More than their own daughter.  And so, Lizzie was left to fend for herself, playing with her dolls quietly in her room.  She always had to be quiet.  Do as Mother wanted.  If not, she had to stay the night in the cupboard, and Lizzie never liked that.  It was dark, and scary, and full of spiders.

At nine years old things started to change.  Lizzie heard voices vibrating through the walls, the strongest coming from the forest near her town.  Late one night, she snuck out of her window and followed the quiet streets to the outskirts of town.  Wandering through the trees, the little girl tensed as she heard a rustling in the bushes.  A silent scream caught in her throat as something leapt out, only to transform into a relieved giggle at the long, fluffy ears.  It was a cute lil bunny.

Kneeling down, Lizzie held out her hand for the animal to sniff.  A soft smile graced her lips.  As the rabbit moved closer, a voice, clear as day, seemed to emit from it.  It was a little surprising, but the girl was so lonely that any companion was welcomed.  

Now sitting, her and the rabbit, his name was apparently Jack, talked all through the night.  It was only as the starting of dawn broke over the treetops that Lizzie remembered that she had snuck out and needed to get home before her parents noticed.  Saying goodbye to her new friend, she ran home with the first smile on her face in a long, long time.

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The next night Lizzie went back to the forest to find Jack.  She wandered for hours but to no avail.  Disheartened, and wondering if she had dreamt him up, the girl returned home, curling under her blankets to cry.

As the tears began to wind down, a voice spoke up from within her room.  Throwing the blanket off of her head, Lizzie quietly called out “Jack,” with utmost adoration.  He was real.  He really was her friend.

Every night for two weeks, Jack would appear in her room, and they would talk and play.  Lizzie made sure to keep her voice down, so her parents wouldn’t come barging in.  For the first time in her life, Lizzie felt heard.  Felt loved.

They would talk about anything and everything.  About how the town’s children treated her, about how her parents ignored her.  Jack had an idea.  She should make them pay.  Teach them a lesson for being so mean.  That was a great idea!  Lizzie was willing to do anything Jack told her.  He was her first friend and she loved him with all her heart.

Following his instructions, Lizzie gathered all the energy inside of her.  Jack said she had a strong current of magic lying dormant in her blood, an untapped potential.  With all her focus, the little girl set her bedroom curtains on fire.  She grinned in glee; Jack was right.  She really could do amazing things.

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The newspapers said it was a great disaster.  Some loose electrical wiring had sparked a fire, and in the crisp autumn air the blaze spread.  The little town didn’t stand a chance.  It was too small to have their own fire station.  No one survived, save for a little girl found wandering down the highway alone in her pajamas.  

After that night, Lizzie could not find Jack no matter how hard she tried.  She would sneak out of the orphanage she was stuck in and wander the forest all evening.  She would cry, scream, beg, but still Jack never returned.  She had lost her one and only friend, and she had no idea why.

Once she was old enough, the witch ran away, deciding to try life on her own. She would lie, steal, anything that meant she would survive.  When things got rough, she had her fire to protect her.  She kept away from others, not able to trust another human being. 

Scout Williams was one of the few people Lizzie came to trust and love after a lifetime of loneliness.  But when the two had a large fight, they went their separate ways much to the witch’s dismay.  Eventually she wound up in Faerune on a whim, not realizing that she knew of the city because it was her familiar’s hometown.  

Reuniting with Scout after a year was hard, but Lizzie couldn’t hold a grudge against the other.  Scout was one of the few people that made her feel loved and wanted, and she didn’t want that to go away again.

AND WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU?

When Lizzie isn’t busy at the cemetery, helping Scout at her skate shop, or working on her magic, she spends a great deal of time at Duke’s.  Other than that Lizzie’s still as much of a wild card as ever.  She despises the new reign because she can’t stand being told what to do by people (with the exception of Geal).

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My initial impression of Virote: Just a super funky lil' guy trying to vibe along in life despite his world constantly crashing down 25/8... His personality really do be like a colourful firework going off at 3am out of no where to throwing a shiny pebble across the calm sea and watching it skip a few times in ease before it drowns... And with his demeanor, he makes me feel like anything is possible to do / achieve, even if it's generally considered to be very wild to get into, or show him an art part of me feels it's not well done yet his presence is still somehow chill enough to make me feel like he'd be proud of me. I think the duality of his chaotic-ness and chillness stand out to me the most. I love how loud and chaotic he is, but also, he is also very patient and understanding, when you really stick around with him for a good enough of time. I love that Virote makes me feel like going on the best rollercoaster, while also feeling at home, listening to some lo-fi songs while drawing or just anything creative related. I don't think it's very easy to write a character who can really capture and deliver both the chaos and chillness equally, so the fact Virote is like that so well honestly amazes me! Truly, what a delightful character.

✨ @antigoddex. meme. still accepting!

if u throw that pebble too hard, it skips across the entire sea, back to land again, and hits someone in the head. and then it boomerangs back into ur hand ( that would be a great, petty, immature weapon to have......... gkfjgh just a tiny rock u skip and then it thonks someone in the forehead and returns to u .... ) u kno whats funny about vi’s level of loud... like in terms of how he talks. his loud is still kinda soft for a lot of people because his voice is pretty soft to begin with.... so its just kinda cute. esp when he insults someone across the room.... smh. having his cute ass voice telling someone to go fuck themselves and die.....  anyway omg thank u.... he has a big heart and a big, big sense of self. even if he isnt the most confident at times. at the end of the day, he does believe in himself. its almost scary how resilient he is. his resolve and will have been his strongest points........

he would absolutely b proud of whatever art u make! whatever art anyone makes as long as there’s heart in it! he can sniff out bullshit art from miles away... like shit from banksy and ppl like that lol. he encourages everyone to do art. even if theyre not good at it. whatever good means to you or anyone else. as long as there’s heart in it. that’s kind of all he’s ever asked for, especially art an art therapist.

anyway u know i luv leek................. luv u, glad to have u around again, was worried id never see u again!!!

and now i leave u w. this

i hope the first 7 minutes of this rainy,  breezy loop makes u think of vi.........

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gtQuKQVknk

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Do tell about Nim, I couldn’t find much info about her through your blog and I am dying to know more about this werewolf lady

well grab a pint and sit yo booty down, cause our bard of the evening tonight is Nim and she's drunk as all hell and ready to weave some outrageous stories!! 🍻

in all seriousness, thank you for asking! 😭💗 she came about back in ye oldie days of hype over the 11th of november 2011, and since then refuses to give up the title of my fav oc!!

now, a Paarthurnax would say: lets-a go!

a quick recap of the events in Skyrim:

Naali Saryn was born sometime in 4E 130 on mainland Morrowind as a result of a quick fling between an unknown Dunmer girl and Lucien Lachance and Kassandra Saryn's (The Hero of Kvatch's) son.

Sometime in that year, the baby was found aboard a ship bound for Raven Rock and when no one came forth to claim her a couple of elderly and childless ash yam farmers decided to take her in until her family was found.

The family, of course, was never found, and so they raised her as their own for the next sixteen years. They called the girl Nim - short, sweet, meaningless, and easy to shout out into the fields where the little brat is out adventuring when the house chores are yet to be done.

Nim grew up alongside her best friend Teldryn (don't believe his tales about his past, there's a reason why he wears a helmet in his hometown). For years the kids dreamt of leaving Raven Rock behind and making it big in the big city. And idea which really annoyed Nim's ol' Nana, who believed that everything needed for a simple happy life was right here on Solstheim.

After one particularly nasty fight with Nana about the ordeal, Nim gathered a bag of things and slipped out in the dead of night to catch an early morning ship with Teldryn.

They stuck together for a while then went on their separate merry ways. He - to Blacklight, she - to Leyawiin. Once in the wild, Nim had to quickly figure out her place in the pecking order. The romantic life of crime seemed to be the most attractive for her, but getting on top could never be easy. Especially for a young, inexperienced, and naive girlie. So she ended up running with the wrong kind of crew. Ended up in some truly dark places. Barely got out alive. Learned from her mistakes. Wore the scars of abuse like armor and made sure that since that day no one in this world or any other would play her for a fool, use her or put a finger on her without her permission.

By the time she turned fifty, Nim was well known amongst certain circles as the kind of scoundrel, thief, bard, and wench one should not trifle with. But her luck had to eventually run out, and so it did on the night of the fabled Umbacano Mansion heist, which failed so badly Nim had to either leave Cyrodiil or end up in a Thalmor owned torture chamber.

Skyrim seemed like a perfect place. After all, in a kingdom torn apart by the civil war, no one would even notice yet another greyskin refugee, right? Well, the Thalmor did. And so she ended up on a cart bound for Helgen to have a date with an executioner. But then Alduin showed up to crash the party before he himself got rudely interrupted by another dragon, who swooped in to save the Last Dragonborn.

After the narrow escape, Nim concluded her duty to warn Balgruuf of the dragon threat and went on to start a new career as a merc with the Companions. She and Aela became fast friends and when the prospect of joining the Circle came up she gladly accepted a sip of her new sister's blood. To never again be helpless and weak? To rip apart any fool who'd take her for just another elf wench who can't put up a fight? Well of course it was worth giving up the ability to sleep and having to get used to all smells suddenly becoming ten times worse!

After that Mirmulnir showed up and ended up as another ornament above the throne in the Dragonsreach. And Nim got stuck with a title which she would wear with great discontent for years to come.

Eventually, she ceased trying to run away and hide from her destiny, accepted her role as the Last Dragonborn, and begrudgingly began her quest to save the world. On her journey, she met and became tight friends with Yollokmir and Alasil who taught her how to speak, fight and fly like a dragon. With their help she inherited Konahrik's legacy: his mask embued with his soul, his citadel far up in the mountains - the NebenLok Zeikangaar - and the right to revive and lead the order of dragon riders sworn to defeat Alduin - DovahDein.

As she gained power and the word of her great many deeds spread across Skyrim, she managed to get quite the following of fellow men, mer, and Dov, willing to follow her into Sovngarde and beat the hell out of Alduin. Alas, she failed. Twice.

At that point, Alasil informed her of a special someone who might be of help in their quest against Alduin and who might prove difficult to convince to join her cause. That was the first time in fifty years that Nim got to visit her home. Unfortunately, Solstheim had changed. And upon arrival, she learned that her Pa passed onto the realm of Azura soon after her departure, and her Nana... well, she wasn't young anymore and suffered greatly due to all the ash ruining her lungs... and when the islanders got called to the All-Maker stones night after night by a mysterious spell, she just worked herself to death. That was the only thing Nim wouldn't forgive Miraak for, not until he swallowed his pride and sincerely apologized for being responsible for his potential mother-in-law's death.

And with Miraak's help, they finally sent Alduin back to his Maker, enjoyed a few peaceful years until High King Ulfric became a bit drunk on his power and needed a good ass whooping as well. Then Miraak suddenly found himself as the new king and Nim... she just did her own thing. As always. The end?

Oh and all the while running about, gathering forces, growing her Dragonborn powers, hunting Dragon Priests and Alduin's henchmen, she also meddled with the Thieves Guild, put Karliah in charge and became her right hand, managed to become an advisor on all things dragon at the Mage's College, ended up teaching lute and songwriting at the Bard's College (she's taking a break since Viarmo can't seem to handle her teaching tactics), earned the title of Thane in every hold and became a good friend to the Dawnguard fellas (Isran is more than happy to teach her kids the ropes of monster hunting) after kicking Harkon's ass into Oblivion. In what little free time she has Nim also manages the Lakeview Manor and leases the ash yam farm back in Raven Rock for some extra cash. All in all, a busy woman!

and some tidbits about the dovahmom:

Although Nim is perfectly aware of her real name, she chooses to use the one given to her by Nana. Both as a sign of respect and because, frankly, she dislikes both the Sarynes and the Lachances, who are, in her humble opinion, just a bunch of pricks. Somehow, the ghost of her murdered grandad finds this opinion of hers kinda funny.

Her friends sometimes describe her as "cyrodiilic brandy in a cup of tea": she's this small elf girl with pretty blue eyes and a smile on her face and you think that she'll be very pleasant and cute and shy and then... then you realize she drinks like a sailor, swears like one too, can beat anyone into the dirt (thanks, Hircine) and doesn't take shit from nobody. She openly speaks her mind and doesn't give a shit about what someone might think of her. She does what she considers the right thing to do, never plays nice with those she dislikes, never pretends to be someone she isn't. She's feisty, sassy, brassy, and, quite honestly, just doesn't give a fuck.

Nim is in almost complete control over her inner beast, partly thanks to her draconic blood, partly - to the ring she got when she and Sinding had that little party on a moonlit night in that grotto. She only loses control over herself when both moons are full and thusly will travel deep into the wilds a few days before the magical night. This way the only people that might get hurt are bandits, necromancers, hags, and the like. She and Aela also managed to get a small werewolf pack going, named the Whitemane Pack after the old man himself and dedicated to those who wish to take control over their inner beast, hunt with honor, and cause the Silver Hand as much grief as possible.

Nim is raising Blaise and Sofie as her own since they both were just wee lil' war orphans (the babes are in their teens now). She never quite really knew why... Nim was never a wifey nor a baby momma kind of woman. In fact, she can't even have children in the first place and, honestly, always thought of this as a blessing - never having to worry about contraception like all those other girls and just having fun without a care in the world! Her friends sometimes joke around, saying that she might've finally "ripened" for the motherhood, but she doesn't care. She loves Blaise, Sofie, and Sissel (thanks, Miraak, you're so good at kidnapping children!) and is content with being their famous Dragonborn mom. Post-Alduin Miraak, however, is secretly annoyed for not being able to get her pregnant. Oh well, the man can dream...

Oh yeah! Nim plays the lute and sings too! It's a skill she picked up across taverns all over the continent when she realized that bards get free drinks and a bed, as well as ample opportunity to sniff out and seduce prey. And even though her days of hunting for good-looking rich fools are long behind her, she still performs in inns and taverns across Skyrim. Firstly, it brings in a fair amount of money, and secondly, it's good for her Voice! And also just plain and simple fun.

Also, people get terribly surprised when she, a Dunmer, doesn't act like one at all! Nim might've grown up in Raven Rock, a Dunmer settlement, but she spent the rest of her life traveling the continent and then living in Skyrim. She's more Nord-ish than some Nords! And the Nords actually really love it! It's so so easy to just get plastered with the homegirl, punch some faces and pass out on a heap of hay behind the inn, just happy to be alive on this fine snowy day. The only truly Dunmer thing about her is the occasional "n'wah!" which escapes her potty mouth. I mean, she doesn't even like sujamma all that much and would rather have a pint of mead! Whatever Ancestors she has must be spinning in their graves fast enough to generate electricity.

uuuhhh I think that's all the important stuff? i might've forgotten, in which case, I'll add it later... meanwhile, have some more Nim content:

^^^ the fanfic is slow, but it's moving... at a snail's pace. my advice: don't expect updates, so that when they do come, you'll be pleasantly surprised!

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NSFW Headcanons: Kuwana Gou, Murakumo Gou, Kotegiri Gou

Alright, let’s get this shit started. The G-ho bros.

Warnings: S I N. Continuation to my sfw headcanons, this is for you mei mei~!

Kuwana Gou

Oh Kuwana’s body is so nice man. He works oh so hard so you gotta reward him sometimes! I’m not sorry when I say that his chest is just??? hold a king’s titties Just suck on his nipples, tweak and tug them. He’ll be putty in your hands. Can probs cum from taunting his chest alone if you push his buttons enough.

This brings me to the next subject. Marking. You can make very light bruises on Kuwana’s skin, it’s rather tough in some places but his thighs are super duper great to mark up. Change my mind. It’s the best man, like Kuwana won’t mind showing off the marks you gave him, he’s a bit shy about it especially when working in the fields. In turn, Kuwana doesn’t mind marking you up as well. It’s much softer though, in places you can easily hide.

Yeah about him taking off his clothing when its hot out, he doesn’t meant to get you horny on purpose! He does it as a convenience. It’s not that Kuwana is shy about his body or anything, he just takes it all in a sense of shy stride. Of course whatever the hell is under his pants are for you and you alone.

Massages always lead to sexy times whenever you two are in the mood. Sometimes you’ll just be straddling him as you work on his back, working out the knots in his muscles or Kuwana is having you in his lap or straddling you and massaging you! It gets heated pretty quickly.

Oh Kuwana is a bit of a switch but personally I say he’s a bottom leaning switch. But if he has to be on top, he’s a service top. Kuwawa wants to prioritize your pleasure over his, and that’s the most important thing to him after all! Just ensuring that you cum more times then he.

Oh see, you two would do some shower/bath sex but the fear of being caught is way too much yo. Since Kuwana adores bathing with you with whatever extent, he wants to feel connected. Besides, what if you two slip and fall! That’s his biggest fear! Teasing can be done here, but all of this stuff is for the bedroom.

Kuwana is oh so gentle with you in the bedroom. Nothing but soft praises, soft gasps, and so on! He rather quiet during the do, not because he isn’t enjoying it no! It’s because that’s how he is. He does get a lil loud but knows how to control himself.

His sex drive is rather low and he greatly prefers cuddling than doing the do but that doesn’t mean he won’t get in the mood! It’s rather easy to tell. He’ll get all flustered but most of all, consent is a big important thing to him. He’ll mostly ask you if you want to have sex or not.

No way is Kuwana teasing you in public, that’s private times man. That shit is only for you two alone! If you want to tease him in public, be his guest! He’ll be all stuttery and it’s cute to see him all worked up! His face all red, wanting to see what the hell you have under your clothing, fufufu.

Kuwana loves it when you two worship each other’s bods.  He also loves it when he has really good access to your chest. So if you sit on his lap during sex he’ll love it!

Speaking of, no blindfolds for either of you. He wants you to see each other’s faces as you have sex! He wants to see exactly what he does to you!

Kuwana does masturbate but it’s a rare occurrence. As said, he has a pretty low sex drive but it tends to flare up randomly? He’ll do it in private though, he doesn’t wanna make much of a show of it. Maybe will steal some clothing from you to sniff and pleasure himself with, who knows.

Kuwana is always worried about your health so whenever you two are getting ready to do the do, he reads up and sets boundaries for you two. He would never hurt you after all! Gods forbid all that! He wants to make sure that you two are going to be comfortable during this. Safe words are present as well.

The idea of gagging Kuwana makes me feel things. Also will always hold your hand during sex.

As said above, Kuwana is super prepared for after care. He did study up on this and he puts your pleasure above his. So of course he’s prepared! Will clean you up, kiss your breath away, and ensure that you are okay in the end!

Murakumo Gou

It’ll take a loooong time before Kumo kumo is comfy with sex. The idea of doing it with you does sound nice but he worries that his tum may start to hurt and thus ruin the fun. Of course if you two are in a very comfortable relationship, his stomach pains will have gone down mostly. When he is ready to go to the next step, Murakumo will want to have a talk with you about it. He’ll want to set out boundaries, do’s and don’ts. So on and so forth!

Kumo has a slightly high sex drive once he’s comfortable in that space, the best way to get him going are hand kisses and sucking on his fingers. He will suck on yours as well! Oh dude he has such a nice tongue and that’s it. Yes he loves hand kisses and shit but using his fingers to gag you or your fingers to gag him??? Oh mAN.

Body worship is very importante for Murakumo. He wants to give you as much  love as you give him. He wants to show you exactly how you make him feel! Expect him to mark you up a LOT. Mark him in return, it’s so great man. He will be shy about showing off his marks but man he’ll be so proud when you show off your marks.

Yes he’s into doggy style quite a bit, but loves it when you fuck in front of a mirror. He loves seeing your face whenever he plows into you, alternatively, if you’re on top, Kumo will always want to see your face as well! He has to judge and gauge how each movement you two do makes you feel! He has to make sure that you’re feeling good!!!

Is slightly into you getting a collar for him. Yes he’s a dog in that sense but a collar saying that he’s your property does make him smile a bit. It’s also really nice just to tug on the damn thing. but also is really into you wearing a collar too. he just really likes it when you two tug on each other’s collars okay? okay.

Oh dude when he tops, it’s lowkey pretty feral. He will not hesitate to ensure that you don’t walk for days. He’s pretty rough when he wants to be. Kumo kumo may be a switch at heart, but he slightly prefers to be on top, especially when he can service you! He also really really loves how you taste.

Yes Murakumo does masturbate often...ish. He gets off to your scent quite a bit. He can and will steal your shit to sniff and mess with his cock.

Your hands have to be held during sex! He loves holding your hand in general and hand kisses! He just loves feeling connected with you, no matter what!!!

Murakumo is also rather loud in bed, with sweet whimpers and whines. He loves it when you gag him! Fingers, clothing, whatever the hell! He also loves it when you sit on his fucking face.

Listen, Murakumo and your first time together is nothing short of soft and sweet. It’s nothing short of soft and holding each other gently as your bodies rock against each other. With soft kisses and open mouth kisses, oh man it’s great as hell.

Breeding kink maybe??????????????

Like Samidare, it’s kinda easy to tell whenever Murakumo is in the mood. He’ll be a bit more possessive, growling at other TouDan that even try to go near you. Will even try to mark you in public! Be prepared if he does try to do this though.

Murakumo isn’t all that into public sex? He’ll tease you and you can tease him in public and sure he will drag you into a more private corner of the citadel to further taunt and tease, a leg between yours, pressing against your sex and kissing you breathless, but actually doing the do is saved for private time. He won’t hesitate to service you under your desk though, don’t tEST HIM.

Yes he’s very much into overstim whenever he is giving you oral sex. Not very much into orgasm denial. BUt listen, topping Murakumo is an adventure. He’ll mark your back with claw marks, gasping and whimpering and whining and letting out the most beastial of growls when he cums.

After care is mostly just cuddles. He will immediately want to curl up next to you, exhausted and burying his face into your shoulder! Almost purring with how close you two are!

Kotegiri Gou

Lungs. Of. A. Singer. Motherfucker is pretty loud when he wants to be. This is why you need to gag him. Use your underpants, your fingers, whaTEVER THE HELL. He looks so pretty all flushed and forced to keep his mouth shut.

He’s also into praise, adoring it when you lavish it on to him. He’s weak in the knees whenever you call him a good boy. It causes his cock to twitch slightly, shivering at the words that drop from your lips like wine that he could drink up oh so happily.

Giri giri loves it when you suck on his fingers and lavish his hands, kiss them! Suck them! Show him that you love his hands! Always hold it as you two are doing the do! Oh man it’s good as shit.

Kotegiri does take care of the appearances of both of you. So don’t be surprised if he...well, dives deep into the internet to find you two some lingerie to wear. Yes he frequents a sex shop to find the right clothing for you two! BUt damn it all, he just wants you two to look your best! He has to pick out only the best of lingerie for you to wear! Damn right he’ll wear some too! NO one’ stopping him.

Maybe if you’re lucky, Kotegiri will give you a lap dance. maybe you can give him a lap dance. it’s all free game here man.

Kotegiri is a switch yes, but he prefers being on top, servicing you and telling you how much he loves you. Also he loves it when he can see you and sing your praises. But he also loves being on the bottom as well! He don’t mind!

Hell no, Kotegiri is not fucking you in your office. That’s a sacred place. You two are going to work and maybe cuddle and that’s that. Fucking is reserved for the bedroom and tHAT’S I T. Yes he may have had some fantasies about fucking you on your desk but nope. He ain’t doing dat shit. Not here man. Not yet at least. Push his buttons enough and maybe he’ll give in.

Oh Kotegiri loves marking you up! It’s always on your thighs though, he doesn’t mind marking up your neck but prefers it on the spots where only he and he alone can see. Maybe he’s being a bit possessive in this aspect but damn it, Kotegiri just wants you all to himself!

Kotegiri’s sex drive is also kinda low, he’s always so busy that he doesn’t really think about that kinda stuff. It all depends on how he’s feeling at the moment, so sometimes he’ll want to fuck you into the nearest surface and other times he’s just happy with cuddling. But dude when Kotegiri is in the mood it’s easy to tell. He’ll leave a box of lingerie out for you with a note that merely says he’ll see you tonight. Ehehehe.

KISS THE DAMN TAT ON HIS HIP. OH MAN KOTEGIRI IS PRETTY WEAK THERE. He loves it when you mark him up around his midriff and thigh area. Dude he rarely shows his tattoo to anyone but whenever he looks in the mirror and sees the marks you gave him around that area, he flushes as his fingers trace them. He’s so!! Proud!! Of those marks!!!!

Okay so mAAAAYBE Kotegiri will pole dance for you. If he figures it out of course. but he would. chANGE MY MIND

Raunchy poems/texts. I’m sorry, I’m not sorry. But these will be a thing. Since Kotegiri will also have a phone, he won’t hesitate to sext you whenever you two are not busy.

Kotegiri is rarely ever rough. It’s always soft and sweet during sex, moving to a rhythm that you two have set. Your first time was nothing short of sweet! He wanted to make sure that you two are happy in the end, sweet kisses and all!

no im not saying that giri giri 100% stole your laptop to further delve into kinks and research them. KOtegiri will also be a person who will set up boundaries before you two begin having sex. He wants to ensure that you two will not hurt each other or he doesn’t make you panic or anything!

Is also pretty attentive to you during after care. He’ll sing a lullaby for you to sleep, clean you up, change the sheets, and kiss you breathless. WIll joke that you two could always have another round if you two like but Kotegiri just wants to bask in your presence man.

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mother (t - 1.1k) 

a lil catradora snippet from a WIP I’m working on. just musings, really, post-canon. 

They’re visiting a nearby village to help with a troublesome pack of bird-type creatures that have been eating the crops, when Catra finds out about it. She’s tracking the leftover talon prints of the creature, crouched down and looking at the dirt, whilst Bow consoles a local about her ruined carrots, and overhears:

“And for it to happen on Mother’s Day!”

Catra frowns. Something in her gut twists.

Bow soothes her, “You can still celebrate! Are your kids doing anything special for you?”

The local sniffs. “They’ve made me a cake,” she confides in him, and Catra can hear the fond smile in her voice. “They think I don’t know.”

“That’s so cute!” Bow sounds overjoyed. Meanwhile, Catra wants to scream.

She stands up, making sure she’s turned away from them. She points into the forest with a ramrod arm. “They went this way.” And she stalks off without waiting for anyone else’s opinion.

For the rest of the day, there’s a gnarl in her stomach that rocks with her steps and punches with her thoughts. Even Bow stops trying to make conversation after an hour. She’s sorely glad that neither Adora nor Glimmer came along on this particular mission.

She finds herself actually disappointed that there’s no animals to fight. Bow comes up with a solution when they discover the borgs’ main food source had been flooded, so her afternoon turns into building a dam. The burn of her muscles is something to focus on, at least, even if her body was never built for strength.

They traipse back to Brightmoon castle sore, with the gratitude of the villagers echoing after them. Before they reach the main doors, Bow tries one more time: “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Catra says, tersely.

He doesn’t even pretend to believe her. “Right,” he says, the scepticism dripping. “Are you going to go find Adora?”

“She’s not my keeper,” snaps Catra. She’s being mean, she knows she is, but how else is she going to get everyone to leave her alone?

“I just-”

Catra lets out a growl, and pivots on one foot. She runs away, because she’s a coward, and she can’t deny her instincts any longer. She sprints, away from Bow’s calls to return, away from Brightmoon. Away from everyone else who celebrates a whole day for mothers.

She gets as far as the mountains before she stops and turns back. That’s the limit, then. It takes a mile for her newly-formed conscience to pipe up. She used to be much better at suppressing it, damn it.

Evening has fallen by the time she walks back. She sneaks into the castle by climbing the walls, not able to face the front doors and the bright lighting of them. The idea of bumping into anyone, friend or foe, makes her want to hit something.

She climbs into their bedroom and she’s silent. Melog is waiting there, and-

Adora watches her enter, moonlight reflected on her skin. Catra’s shoulders droop, and she sits down, right there on the floor.

“I was looking for you.” Adora says, without judgement. Catra wants to both shrink away and curl into the warmth she doesn’t deserve.

She owes Adora to try being honest. To continue to try.

“I have... complicated feelings about Shadow Weaver,” Catra confesses, shortly, each word prised from her lips. Her hands are clasped so tight her knuckles stretch white against the bone, and at least a few of her claws are embedded in her own flesh.

Adora doesn’t say anything, and Catra is too afraid to look up to see her expression. She feels wrong for the confession, foul and fucked up. Then, Adora’s touch, fingertips on Catra’s bleeding, shaking hands. It’s enough to shock Catra into looking up, into meeting those deep grey eyes. “You think I don’t, too?” Adora says, voice gentle and hushed.

Catra’s gaze casts away. “I…” and she can’t bring herself to finish the sentence. The awful truth is that, no, she didn’t. She’s still guilty of casting Adora in shades of black and white, gold and red. Adora is the brave one, the light one – Catra is the muddy and bloody mess. It’s in her darkest times that the mentality returns.

Adora sighs. She crouches down in front of Catra and tugs her hands apart so she can interlink her own fingers in the spaces. “Shadow Weaver raised us. Terribly, and abusively, and for her own gain. But – she still raised us.”

“They said today is called Mother’s Day,” admits Catra. “And I didn’t- I still don’t know if-”

“Me neither,” Adora says. She scoots around so she’s sat next to Catra, pressed up along her side, still holding onto one of her hands. “I freaked out the first time I heard out about it too.”

“You did?”

Catra can see the nod of Adora’s chin in her periphery. “Of course I did. At first, I thought it was because I didn’t have a mother. And then I wondered if Shadow Weaver counted as one, and then I freaked out because I had left her behind. It was – well, it still is – complicated. Definitely. That’s okay, Catra.”

“She saved us,” Catra whispers. She hates admitting it, hates it like blood in her mouth and the sound of her claws scraping into metal. “In the Heart.”

“I know.”

“And – does that mean she cared for us? I always knew she preferred you, but- by coming back, she saved me.” Catra is crying now, voice crackling. “And- maybe I was the one who pushed her away. Made her cruel. Maybe if I had been- well-behaved, or better, or-”

Adora arms are strong around her and Catra folds into the embrace, clutching at Adora’s shoulder blades. Adora pushes her face into the space between Catra’s neck and collarbone, and Catra feels her tears land there. “We were kids,” Adora finally says, muffled against Catra’s skin. “We weren’t perfect; we were never supposed to be. She did one good thing, at the end. And it meant I got to keep you. It meant we could save the planet. But – I don’t- If she was our mother, Catra, I don’t think she was a very good one.”

Something in Catra breaks apart and she hugs Adora impossibly closer. At some point, Adora pulls her into her lap so they’re pressed all up against each other.

“Maybe we don’t have to celebrate today,” Adora eventually says, quietly. Catra finds herself combing her fingers through Adora’s hair, prompting her to continue. “I just mean – maybe today can be for us, and our complicated feelings. Next year, too.”

Catra loves this girl. Impossibly so. She chokes on a laugh and presses her lips against Adora’s. “That sounds a good idea. And awful. A whole day for feelings? Bleh.”

Adora giggles, only a little bit wetly. She squeezes her arms around Catra. “Yeah, yeah. You can’t fool me. You have feelings. You admitted it!”

Catra shakes her head, exclaims, “Never!” and kisses Adora to distract her from the truth.

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okay, just re: your talk & Roger & Crystal: very cute very accurate seeming stuff. but I just wondered, I’m not questioning it at all cause I 1 billion percent do believe it, but I do see people talk about Roger doing cocaine often, but never any like sources, or quotes or anything. which again, I still believe it Happened, but I would also like to read anything anyone has about it, like has Crystal said anything when he’s talked about their chaotic adventures? just curious. also okay, I 1/2

2/2 know Freddie was into drugs too, I honestly just wonder and idk if you’d even know, but what about John & Brian? do we know anything about those two? John seems too Baby—though we do know this is often a trick and he’s secretly wild—and Brian... don’t wanna be mean but kinda too much of a responsible, healthy lil nerd, but who knows. maybe those two also knew how to party 🤷🏼‍♀️

okay so i first have to preface this by saying that i am not an expert on their partying habits or on whether or not they actually did cocaine. but i am 99.99% positive that at some point or another, all four of them did. like, i would stake my life on it. that includes john. now, here is some of the evidence that i have amassed that points in the favor of those odds:

1. it was the ‘70′s-80′s. that might sound like a cheap excuse, but it was very . very very well acknowledged that during those decades, if you were in the music business, you were on cocaine. stevie knicks once said in an interview with oprah that she had a gram of coke in her boot at all times. david bowie has also said on record that he was a big fan of the nose candy (absolutely not surprising) 

2. i believe it’s ratty who has come out and said that prenter had the roadies play drug mules to get cocaine into the united states during tours, leading to part of why they did not like him. 

3. freddie mercury once hosted a party wherein there were people walking around with trays of the best columbian cocaine available, all of which freddie himself tested to make sure they had the best grade. freddie mercury also has a cocaine nose job, it’s very very very evident in the late 80′s/early 90′s and hard to miss

so, there is the evidence that i have that says it is most likely possible. here is what i think. i think we have four men who are in the largest rock band in the world, who are pushing out amazing albums in very short amounts of time. they famously wrote, recorded, and produced under pressure with david bowie in 1981 in 24hrs. it wasn’t coffee that was keeping them going, it was coke. i think roger made an offhand comment that after they wrote under pressure they passed out and slept for a long time. that’s called a crash. i personally have never done coke, which is a whole other story, but i have friends who have and i have been out in clubs with people who are very clearly coked out and it’s pretty obvious in how it looks. you can see roger looking sniffed out in pictures. 

we don’t have any pictures (that i know) with john looking coked out, but i think that’s less because it didn’t happen and more because he just wasn’t as bothered about being photographed as roger was. roger is a social peacock in that he wants everyone to see him, so he puts himself in front of the people who will be taking pictures. john famously does not. HOWEVER there is a very famous story of roger having to pull john out of the discos late at night, and that he once went to 8 discos in one night. that’s not because of alcohol, that’s the coke. munich was also famous not just for the gay scene but the party scene including cocaine. the netflix show narcos talks about that, how pablo escobar was able to get the coke into germany because of the high demands and lax immigration laws following ww2. 

now, there’s something else that i kinda want to address and it has nothing to do with you in particular, but its something that i’ve noticed throughout the fandom. john deacon is a grown ass man who did grown ass shit such as drink too much (man got his license suspended in the 70s for duis for a YEAR. do you know how bad you have to be to get your license suspending for drinking, especially in the 70s when people would be actively drinking and driving? my dad always talks about how his dad would drive them home from the beach with a beer in hand, and that was in an affluent neighborhood in connecticut. it wasn’t like it is nowadays.) roger and brian have come out and mentioned that john really struggled in the mid80s, and it’s heavily heavily hinted that he struggled with substance abuse. the man had a fucking bar in his amp, alright, that’s hardcore. now, i am not his friend, or his family, i have never even met the man or come close. but i have seen alcoholism first hand, and while i’m no shrink i think we can easily say that there were some issues with alcohol. for all we know, he backed out of touring because he was struggling with addiction and didn’t want to get back into that lifestyle.

THIS IS ALL SPECULATION! I am not friends with john deacon, i am not family, but i can look at the writing on the wall and try to put shit together. 

john deacon is consistently infantilized by this fandom, and there’s this ongoing theme of john deacon is too innocent, can do no wrong, and is a baby. nope nope nope homeboy snorted the sniff sniff dust and he fucked. he got his catholic girlfriend pregnant, he was a rockstar in the 70s and 80s, he got into shit. they all snorted cocaine. hell, the new orleans party that NO ONE remembers is evidence enough. 

i think they did calm down more towards the end of freddie’s life in the late 80s/early 90s but during the height of their touring, they were hardcore partiers. hardcore. they had their chill nights with puzzles and scrabble, but you can’t look me in the eye and tell me they didn’t get up to shit. 

the only one who i can see doing coke and not enjoying it is brian may, but even freddie has said that brian had done shit that would make your hair curl. so he definitely did it, he just didn’t like it. or, if he did, again, he wasn’t as social and outgoing as roger and freddie and we don’t have as much evidence for it. 

so yeah, rant over, they all did coke and they all fucked and they all had a crazy and wild time. also, i am not an expert on coke or their partying habits but jfc i wish i was. i would actually give my left tit to have partied with them in the 80s even though it 100% would have killed me. yeehaw