#<3333 very pleased with how shiny this came out! feels so me!!!

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itty-bitty birthday bunch! 🩵🎀🎂💕✨ {my pokemon trainer sona!}

inspired by one of my favourite pieces by Mia Ikumi- see “read more” 💓

I’ve always been fond of this illustration and wanted to do a sort of homage to it, with my own trainer sona and her pokemon for my birthday piece 🩵💕 (which was yesterday, the 19th btw! I forgot to post here eek!!!!)

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Creamy Treat

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - More CursedKitty content for you guyss, this one was a request from a lovely anon <33 I apologise if its terrible I've literally never given a bj before in my life, but alas I hope you enjoy, this one is more Gojo centric since I've done one for Geto, but he does appear at the end, someone also requested on ao3 for a Gojo centric one, also so sorry I take so long to do them, its just how I run lmao, Thank you guys so much for all the love so far <3333 I love you guys so so much, please leave comments I love reading them and replying <33 My inbox is open if you guys have any more ideas, doesn't have to just be for cursed Kitty, but I also have a little Sukuna x cursed spirit animal reader somewhere in my notes if anyone is interested ;), I'm also very big on Toji right now too

summary - Gojo teaches Kitty how to give a blow job.

warnings - Dubcon/Noncon-ish, this one is more heavy on extremely dubious consent, he gets a little rough, lots of praise though, he gets a little scary for like 2 seconds, very vague references to punishment, very vague yandere vibes here, cum, and cock lol, Kitty gives a bj, he fucks her mouth, also shoves his fingers in her mouth, he rubs her ears, Kitty purrs around his cock, he pins her arms down too, I think that's everything let me know if it isn't

genre - Oneshot drabble thing

wc - 1.8K

~spelling and grammar already fixed~ (hopefully)

Gojo was sprawled out on the couch, head leaned back against the top while staring at the ceiling, arms dangled on either side over the edge of the couch and his legs were spread wide in front of him. And over his lap was their precious little kitten. 

She was laying belly down on the couch, ass and legs over one of his legs while her head perched on the other. 

She was dozing, and Gojo was bored. Suguru had left on a little solo mission around an hour ago. Gojo wasn’t worried, it wasn’t meant to be difficult or anything and Suguru said he would stop for food on the way back. But he was taking forever. 

At least in Gojos eyes.

His pretty kitty was happily dreaming the time away, tail gently curled around her waist, ears twitching and flickering every few minutes. Mouth open a little as she breathed. When he leaned over to check on her he caught the briefest glimpses of her tongue resting in her mouth. Supple and pink, glistening a little from her saliva.

The temptation was strong, to just shove his fingers in her mouth and watch her choke on them. Spluttering and gagging and drooling. And with that thought came more, shoving his cock down her throat. Having her choke and splutter on that. Her pretty little tongue lapping up his cum when he finishes.

His head rolls back again when he feels himself straining in his pants. He can’t fuck her pretty pussy since him and Suguru did that a few hours ago. She’s probably still sensitive and he doesn’t feel like breaking their shiny new toy just yet.

Maybe he could fuck her mouth after all. All she’d need is some practice.

His head picks itself back up again as he gazes down at her. Fluffy ears still twitching atop her head. With one hand he reaches down and brushes his fingertips against the soft plush of her lips. 

That little pink tongue of hers pokes out to lick her lips before retreating. Gojo huffs before gently prodding his fingers into her mouth slowly. Sliding down the length of her tongue at a comfortable distance, not choking her just yet.

He leaves his fingers still, feeling her tongue caress his fingers in curiosity at the new intrusion. After a few seconds Kitty whines, eyes fluttering open ever so slightly. 

This is where he starts thrusting his fingers in her mouth, gently at first before picking up speed the more she awakes. 

“C’mon Kitty. Time to wake up. Got a really big problem here for you to take care of.”

Kitty swallows reflexively around his fingers from the saliva build up. Sucking on them gently in her confusion, tail uncoiling itself from around her waist and ears twitching to life atop her head, perking up when Gojo utters some more words.

He tilts his head slightly, “Now that you're nice and awake, how about a treat for my pretty Kitty? You’ve been so good lately, haven't you?” His fingers slide out of her mouth.

She immediately perks up. Ears alert and tail swishing around behind her at the word ‘treat’. 

Gojo smirks, picking her up from under her arms and depositing her on the floor in front of him. She sits down comfortably on her knees.

“It’s a lollipop, a nice big lollipop just for you! It even comes with a special surprise, with cream inside. But you have to work for it!” He tells her, looking down at the eager Kitty while spreading his legs even further. 

When Kitty nods her head with her eyes shining, only really understanding the word ‘treat’ and ‘cream’, he reaches down and tugs his trousers over his ass and partially down his thighs. Just enough for his hand to slip into his underwear and tug his heavy, leaking cock out.

Kitty sits up even more eagerly now, recognising the situation even just a little, as well as his cock. Gojo knows that they’ve fucked you a few times already, and he knows that you at least have somewhat of an idea of where the thick white stuff they leave in, or on, you comes from. But he can pretend a little, teaching Kitty how to give a blowjob is getting him all worked up.

Kitty is sitting up and staring at his cock while he pumps it quickly to get himself going. She’s aware that it’s what gives her pleasure sometimes, but she’s never really seen it. Stopped to look at it or anything.

When he feels nice and ready, he coaxes her down. “Go on baby, give it a lick, nice and gently.” 

She stares for a second, watching his hard cock throb, flushed a pretty pink with little beads of liquid gathering at the top. She perches her hands on his knees, leaning up to flick out her tongue and take a quick lick.

Gojo’s breath catches for just a second before he urges her a little more, “C’mon Kitty, gotta do more.” His eyes are starting to become lidded, a light flush taking over his cheeks as he settles further into the cushions below him. 

Her ears perk up in interest before she takes another little lick. Then another. And then longer ones, more harsher ones. The slight salty taste along with the texture had her intrigued. 

Gojo had his eyes locked on her face, on her little pink tongue gliding up his cock. Starting almost from the base and finishing with a flick just under the head. His eyes closed for a second, enjoying the ministrations from her tongue.

On the head of his cock, little droplets of precum had gathered up enough so begin sliding slowly down the head. Catching Kittys interest. And after one more long lick up the length of his cock she leans up to put her lips over the head of his cock and suck.

Gojos eyes flew open, his hips thrusting up at the unexpected pleasure and cock twitching in delight. 

Kitty had pulled back for a second, taking the time to taste him on her tongue before she leant forward again when more started to form. This time when she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked he was prepared. Breath only hitching before getting deeper. The light flush took over his face making its way down his neck. 

He watched the confused face she was making before she tried sucking harder. He grunted, “Gotta’ use your tongue kitty.” 

Her ears swivelled in the direction of his voice, eyes looking up at him from her position on the floor, the head of his cock being suckled on like an ice lolly.

He could feel the way the tip of her tongue hesitantly reached out to glide along what's currently in her mouth. 

His head leaned back again, closing his eyes and just enjoying the pleasure he was getting. It was fun not having to do the work all the time.

After a few minutes of this Kitty was becoming more and more agitated it seemed. He hums, “Want your cream, huh Kitty?” 

She pulled away, lips now swollen and red, strings of drool pulling its way between his cock and her mouth. She nods, ears almost downturned from not getting her creamy treat yet. 

Gojos mouth suddenly twists up into a smirk, a thought has entered his head. “Okay baby. You’ll get your cream.” He suddenly sits up from his slouched position, reaching down and grasping onto her wrists, pulling her hands under each leg on either side. Effectively pinning her arms down, making them immobile. 

“Lean forward for me. There's a good girl. Gonna’ let me fuck your tiny mouth, are you? Of course you are. My good little Kitty.” Gojo murmurs, one hand cupping the back of her head and guiding it forward. 

With her mouth already open and lips wet with drool it was easy to just slide his cock right into it. “Now, don't use your teeth. Or you’ll get punished, got it?” His voice had taken an edge to it, her eyes peering up at his while she blinked. 

His eyes were shadowed, a serious aura taking over him whilst her ears flattened. A small whimper hummed around his cock before small nods were given. He knew she got the message.

He hums, “Good girl.” Hand burying into her hair at the back of her head before he started thrusting into her mouth. 

Gently at first, before gradually picking up speed, the amount of drool made for an easy slide in and out of her mouth. And with her hands tucked away under his spread legs, she couldn’t push him away or scratch at him either. 

Sure, he could feel her wrists squirming under his thighs. And sure, she was having trouble breathing. Choking on the little air she was getting, tears building up in her eyes before spilling over. Her ears kept flattened to the sides of her head, tail swishing wildly behind her. 

But god, did it feel good. 

He was still being kind though, not thrusting all of his cock into her mouth. He reached forward, bringing the other hand to one of her ears and rubbing. “My pretty Kitty.” 

The second he felt the vibrations beginning to hum around his cock his eyes widened. 

Gojos just found his new favourite thing.

With the gradually frantic thrusting, paired with the purring from him kneading into the base of one of her ears, he knew he wouldn't last very long. 

His breathing grew deeper, sweat beading upon his brows while they were furrowed. Grunts and praises spilling from his mouth as his balls tightened and his cock twitched. 

“Gonna’ get your cream. Give it to you. Been such a good little Kitty for me. Perfect… Fuck. Good girl.. Good, fucking-.. Fuck!” He cursed, throwing his head back as his hips stuttered while emptying his load into Kitty's mouth and down her throat. 

Cock sliding out from between her lips he looked back down at her. Hand paused in kneading at her fluffy ear. And what a sight she was. Face red and eyes watery, lips puffy and wet, saliva glistening on her chin, all as she sputtered and gasped. 

His other hand that was buried in her hair at the back loosened its tight grip, gently threading through the strands as she leant her head against his knee. Gradually gaining her breath back.

“So good. Pretty Kitty.” He praised gently, almost murmuring before a voice spoke up from the doorway.

“Well wasn’t that just a sight.” Suguru practically purred. 

Gojo turned his head to look at him, raising a single eyebrow in response. 

Geto huffed with a smile on his face, the plastic bag full of snacks rustling as he set them on the floor. He stepped forward into the room, reaching for his zipper.

“Come now, Kitty. Open wide for me.”

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Duet

Title: Duet Fandom: Dhani Harrison; Jakob Dylan Pairing: Dhani Harrison/Jakob Dylan Rating: Gen Word Count: 2054 Summary: “Anyway, you remember his cover of Must Be Santa?” “Oh my god.” In which Dhani is invited to do a Rolling Stone interview with a mystery person, allegedly an old friend he hasn't seen in a long time. And he is certain he won't get any sleep until he finds out just who that person is...  A/N: A dear friend of mine wrote a gem of a Dylarrison Jr. fic called “They’ve Trapped Us Boys” which made me low-key start to ship this ship. They I had the idea for this fic and let’s just say, I ended up giving myself a whole lot of feels. ❤ Thank you @szappan  and @savoy-brown-shoe for the kind support of this rarepair fic and lots of thanks to my amazing beta, @smittyjaws <3333 Anyway, this is 100% fluff, so please enjoy ❤

(links to AO3 and @ill-be-your-tennessee-lamb‘s fic are in the reblogs!)

It all began, as these things have a tendency to, with a harmless enough enquiry.

Dhani had received an invitation to do an interview with the Rolling Stone magazine sometime late in November. Now, that was nothing unusual in his books. He had done his fair share of interviews over the years, in part due to being his father’s son, in part due to long being a musician of his own right. Now, this invitation, though? It caught his attention far more than any usual invitation to an interview would have done. Because it required some navigation, some shuffling dates around in his calendar – and someone else’s. Just that Dhani didn’t know who that mysterious other person was, that was supposed to be interviewed together with him.

Dhani reread the letter a good couple dozen times.

It said that he was to be interviewed together with someone he already knew. Well, he thought. I do know quite a lot of people…

Furthermore, it was someone also from the music field. Kinda obvious. He scratched his head. Still doesn’t limit the amount of people it could be.

The letter also hinted that it was someone he had known for a long time - long was relative, wasn’t it? – and someone he likely hadn’t seen in a long time either, given what was known to the magazine and the public. It was supposed to be a fun sort of reunion.

That last part was what Dhani couldn’t get off his mind. Sure, he was thrilled and excited that they were – hopefully – trying to do something nice for him, but... Just whom was he to be reunited with?

He knew that it was supposed to be a surprise. He knew better than to get impatient about this matter. And yet.

So, a few days after the date for the interview was finally settled on, he found himself unable to sleep and opened his messenger app.

And created a group chat with all the people he could think of that the Rolling Stone might want him to meet.

 Dhani: Hi :) Any of you doing a Rolling Stone interview with a mysterious other person sometime mid-December?

Kris: Wtf mate it’s like 2am

Dhani: 2am where you are, perhaps

Kris: That’s fair

 Dhani yawned into his hand and replied immediately after Kris’s response.

 Dhani: 4am where I am

James: Not the one you’re looking for, btw. Sorry, pal

Dan: Nope

James: Want me to make enquiries?

Dhani: Nah, they probably won’t like that. Thanks tho

Dhani: Seriously, though. None of you guys were invited to do a RS interview mid-December? With me?

Jakob: Go to sleep, Dhanster

Dhani: Don’t tell me what to do, Dylan

Rufus: lol

Lily: Seriously, could you guys be any more married? :’D

Jakob: You know that’s not possible

Dhani: GUYS. Did y’all just evade my question??

Jakob: You should stop fretting abt this Dhani, it’s gonna be fine

Dhani: *eye-rolling emoji*

Jakob: Srsly, go to sleep Dhani, it’s late af

Lily: Yeah, we should all head to bed now. Sleep well, kiddos

Rufus: night, my American friends

Kris: Nite

 Dhani sighed and put his phone away. His friends seemingly weren’t involved in all of this. He should probably try to get some sleep instead.

Rolling onto his back, he pulled the covers up to his chest and squinted. There was still light coming from the other side of the bed. Dhani rolled onto his side and stretched so that he could reach farther across the body that was blocking his movement. Then, he swatted lightly at the phone emanating the light in question.

“Cat.”

“Hmpf.” Dhani pouted, but he only got a grin in reply.

“Who are you to judge?”

“Goddammit.”

But it was only a few seconds later that the light on the other side of the bed was turned off and Dhani found himself wrapped into a warm, tight embrace. He fell asleep within minutes, the mystery interview completely banished from his mind.

 The day of the interview came sooner than anticipated. The usual whirl that seemed to catch everyone before the holidays didn’t spare Dhani either, and before he could say “oh, I should have fuckin’ known it”, he found himself seated in a nice room at the Rolling Stones’ headquarters, right next to none other than Jakob Dylan.

Very much embarrassed at how he had allowed Jakob to fool him, he just buried his head in his hands and groaned theatrically. Jakob only looked at him and snorted.

“I never told you I wasn’t the mystery person!”

“You told me you wouldn’t be doing any more interviews this year??”

Jakob scratched his chin. “Okay, that’s fair. But I said that before I was asked to do this with you.” He grinned and didn’t falter even a tiny bit under Dhani’s dark gaze. He shrugged: “It’s not my fault, is it? And I have a feeling that this is gonna be fun, Dhanster.”

“Oh my god, please don’t call me that in public,” Dhani just breathed out in a hushed voice. “Seriously, Jake.”

Jakob nodded. “Alright. But in turn, you’re gonna try to relax now, okay?”

This was the moment that their interviewer chose to appear. He greeted them cheerfully and explained that Tony, who had done some interviews with each of them respectively over the years, wasn’t doing this interview because the whole editorial team had sent him on a much needed vacation.

“Guy doesn’t know when to take a break. He hadn’t taken a day off in three years,” Ryan explained to them. He sat down opposite of them and quickly looked through his note cards. When he looked back up, the cards in one hand, his phone ready to record in the other, he seemed to notice something that made him halt, however. Two shiny rings. He grinned.

“Huh, didn’t know you guys had gotten hitched.”

Dhani’s breath caught in his throat. Jakob noticed and placed a calming hand on his shoulder.

“Would you wanna talk more about your significant others today, or-“

“Maybe later.” Jakob gave him a smile and they began the interview, Ryan all too eager to hear whether the two of them were appropriately thrilled to have met again and be able to do this interview together. Dhani actually found himself relaxing after a while and had to suppress a laugh several times. Judging by the twinkle in Jakob’s eyes, he felt the same way about the interviewer’s excitement.

Sooner than anticipated, the interview was over and Ryan invited them to play a song together. This, too, had been hinted at in the enquiry letter they both had received last month, but Dhani hadn’t prioritized it as much as finding out who his interview partner was going to be. Now he wished he had.

“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer is always a favorite around this time of year?” Ryan suggested with a smirk. Dhani couldn’t suppress a snort and heard Jakob laughing next to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jakob giving him a nod and turned around. Their hands brushed when he did and Jakob’s smile widened.

“You know that Christmas album my dad recorded?”

“How couldn’t I? You didn’t stop mentioning it that holiday season.”

“True.” Jakob grinned at the memory. And the holidays that year spent with his dad.

“Anyway, you remember his cover of Must Be Santa?”

“Oh my god.”

“Yes.”

Dhani gave him a searching glance, then gave in. He waved his hand at Jakob. “Gimme your phone, I need to listen to the song again to at least make an attempt to get it right.”

Jakob obeyed – all too happily, if he was being honest – and turned toward Ryan. “Can we get a couple of additional studio musicians to do this in, say, an hour?”

Ryan beamed like Jakob had just hung the moon. “Sure!” And, after showing them to one of the studios, off he was.

After Dhani was done listening to the song a couple of times, they started practicing with the studio guitars they had been provided with. It was fast-played chords and almost shouting the lyrics breathlessly into each other’s face as fast as they could from there on.

“This is insane,” Dhani said when they took a breather, but he was grinning, enjoying the silliness more than words could express.

“You know what kind of life you agreed to when-“

The door burst open and in came Ryan, a studio band they didn’t know, as well as two cameramen with their equipment.

It was a blast. That was the only way to put it. They made it through the song on their third or fourth take, but the second the cameras were off, Dhani collapsed into a fit of giggles and had to cling onto Jakob to steady himself.

“That was fun.”

His face was red and Jakob looked at him like he wanted to kiss him right then and there. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Dhani and pulled him up against his side. Dhani shuddered, but the smile didn’t leave his face.

“I should have hoped so.”

They thanked the studio band for the job well done as well as the fun that they had had, shook everyone’s hands and left to say goodbye to Ryan.

Jakob’s hand had long left Dhani’s shoulder and, after a tentative brush or two against his knuckles, was now firmly clasped in Dhani’s hand. They were smiling and their faces were still slightly red from singing the fast holiday song several times in a row when they left the room together.

It was their giddy and relaxed selves that ran into Ryan in the hallway. While they thanked him for the fun interview and jamming session, Ryan’s gaze wandered down to their joined hands and he smiled. Ah. He wouldn’t need to take Jakob up on his earlier offer to elaborate. He felt that he had gotten the right idea and wouldn’t ask – nor tell.

“You guys have a good evening, yeah?” He smiled at them and shook their respective free hand.

“Thanks, mate, you too,” Dhani smiled and looked at Jakob with a fond gaze. He gave a gentle tug on the other man’s hand and, after another smile and nod at Ryan, off they were.

Once they had put on their coats and were out of the building’s front door, he turned his head toward Jakob, only to find the other man already looking at him with a gentle smile on his lips.

“That was... a lot of fun, actually.”

Jakob grinned, just a tiny bit smugly. “You did choose your spouse wisely, after all.”

Dhani just gave him an amused look out of the corner of his eye. “You didn’t choose too badly, either, I’d say.”

It took them only two seconds before they were laughing once again. And just like that, despite the freezing evening temperature, Dhani was feeling all giddy and warm again. To think he had stressed so much about finding out who his interview partner would be until earlier today...

“C’mon.” A gentle tug on Dhani’s hand. “I think dad wouldn’t mind us dropping by. Wanna go?” Jakob grinned as Dhani just buried his face in the crook of his neck. And didn’t move away.

“Huh. Dhanster?” Jakob asked and lightly poked Dhani’s back with his gloved hand.

“Don’t wanna move right now. You’re comfy.” His words were barely audible, as his face was hidden in the fake fur of Jakob’s winter coat. His cold nose was pressed against Jakob’s throat though, and Jakob tried to shift away from it – but to no avail.

“Alright, then. Then I’ll carry you.”

“Nooo.”

“Don’t tell me you still have your so-called polka dot PTSD,” Jakob half-teased.

Dhani only groaned and Jakob laughed.

“We’ve been married for how many years now?”

Dhani finally pulled back from Jakob’s neck and made a face as though he was pondering the question seriously.

“Not long enough for me to get over the polka dots. Never long enough.”

Jakob snorted and shook his head. Taking hold of Dhani’s hand again, he squeezed it in encouragement.

“So- you coming?”

Dhani gave a plaintive sigh for the sake of drama (mostly) but smiled back at Jakob and, squeezing Jakob’s hand back, nodded.

“Always.”