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[dollivication]

okay but consider... twincest w leon 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ maybe even... puppy twin brother leon... 😋 I think it just makes sense laikkkk only having each other when moving from shelter to shelter, not even realising you both act way too close to be siblings jdjdkfjhh

— 💌

this is BEAUTIFULLY fucked up laik you guys have never had anywan to correct your behavior so you think it’s completely normal 4 yu two to be touching each other in no ways siblings should…. the normality of incest is already so established in your and his head, there’s no going back from it when anyone DOES try to correct it.

puppy twin brother leum who fucks yew whenever you’re in heat because he thinks he’s just helping his twin!!! this is how you guys show your love! with lots of sloppy kisses and messy sex, and you’re both always sososo eager to make each other feel good!! cutest puppies ever! :3

(anywan who wants to adopt you HAS to adopt you two in a pair, you two cannot be separated the staff make this very clear to customers…..)

splendid as always 💌nawnie i LAUV YEW SO BADLY owuggg 🩷🩷🩷….;;; am going 2 be thinking about this actually…..

[14dayswithyou]

Ren's favourite letter is A!

As a dev, can you describe ren and redacted with 3 words?

Ren: Totally Normal Guy [REDACTED]: What The Fuck

[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[yuwuta]

every so often you’ll catch yuuji just staring at you with a dopey smile and blushing and his pupils dilated all the way and when you ask him what’s up he just laughs and gets even more red when he admits “nothing. sometimes i remember i have a real big crush on you, that’s all,” he grins, blushing from ear to ear and leaning over to give you a kiss on your cheek, “and you’re sooooo pretty.”

this also happens to megumi, except his face is not nearly as love sick. he actually looks kind of angry, a small pout and furrowed brows that might signal that he’s upset but when you ask him he just scoffs and shakes his head, when he has to admit it: “i have a crush on you,” he says, very matter of fact, ignoring his burning ears, “it’s your fault. i thought the point of dating was that this feeling was going to go away.” 

[writingwisterias]

drunk vendetta leon who can’t help himself while your sleeping see he slaps his tip against your lips and slowly slides his cock into your mouth while fingering your pussy and stroking your hair to make sure you’re still sleeping

-🪑

Tw: Non-Con, Non-Con Somnophillia

🪑 I didn't know you fw me like that 😏

I feel like it would be out of curiosity, like a sudden impulsive thought he has. Testing to see if you would wake up or see how it feels. When you don't, he'll start to move and maybe try out other places. Constantly praises you for being so good and taking it. I think he would start to pleasure you so you'll wake up to it thinking he hasn't finished yet, I doubt he would cum in your throat as you sleep he just needs the stimulation to get to his release.

He'll feel bad in the morning and drink to forget so the cycle continues until you say something. Also treats you a lot more, like to anything that you want. He'll get it without complaint.

[haruniki]

i would like more venture content if u would 🤲 anything would be okay, a drabble? sure, headcanons? also sure. i will consume whatever u give me pretty please

a/n: spent longer on this than i would like to admit so sorry for the lateness of this ask hehe includes general headcanons and some dating/romance ones. These are in no order and are very much random! All hcs are just ones that i thought of on the spot and went yeah this is them. this might get updates to it and i'll try to make an announcement of some kind if/when i do cw: none, maybe ooc?, not proofread!

General Headcanons:

I think a very common head canon everyone has for Venture is that they're autistic and have ADHD and I very much agree with that notion

once tried to smoke a cigarette only to choke and cough after taking one puff of it, refuses to ever try a vape or cigarette after that

was not popular in high school. Venture was a part of the 'weird kids' but was friends with a few of the more 'popular'(the students that were in AP classes and most people knew vaguely of)

was one of the students who came to school in an inflatable dinosaur costume for Halloween

had an emo/skater phase! Venture's grandmother still has pictures of their phase and shows them to Venture like 'remember when...' Venture definitely has a look of absolute terror on their face every time it happens.

Doesn't mind their name Sloan but I definitely feel they prefer being called Venture more (more on this in the romance section)

Really good with makeup. like Venture is so good with makeup that it's a little alarming

with the makeup hc in mind, Venture was an art kid in middle school who would draw characters from musicals

Piercings, so many piercings. Venture loves getting piercings! Their ears have a few and they definitely plan on getting more!

Rocks aren't the only thing they are obsessed with. Fugglers are also an obsession of theirs!

they don't collect them heavily but won't pass up the opportunity to get one or two if they happen to see them in store. Venture just can't help but think their cute and silly looking!

Also in case it wasn't already obvious; Venture is a big history buff! Has multiple history books and history related merch/memorabilia around their home/room.

Will not get that damn tooth fixed "If it ain't baroque, don't fix it!" "But it is broke..?" "Not that broken!"

doesn't have their driver's licenses, the most they have is a learners' permit

goes to the gym but it's very infrequent visits and sometimes they forget they have a gym membership in general

Firm believer of top surgery scars Venture

Romance Headcanons:

THE BIGGEST BRIGHTEST GREEN FLAG TO EVER GREEN FLAG

Sends you the coolest photos ever after they climb/hike in different places. It's always captioned with 'wish you were here'

Let's you paint their nails to match yours and while they forget to let it dry before doing something, they still get all giddy when someone points it out or just when they look down at their hands

Both their lockscreen and wallpaper are some kind of photo of you with an edit of a rock/crystal that reminds them of you on the photo in some way

Cuddle bug x1000 and not picky on big spoon or little spoon

If you're lying on the couch, Venture is joining you and flopping right on top of you

Best of luck trying to get them off of you, their kind of like a cat. Once they're on you, best not to move for a bit.

Biggest cheerleader for you! If you play a sport or maybe you're just trying on a new outfit, Venture is cheering you on and being your biggest fan

Venture has bought a shirt with you on it that has the saying 'I love my hot girlfriend/partner', wears it to sleep and wears it on Valentines' Day

Loves dancing with you in the kitchen while cooking or cleaning

Circling back to the name thing, Venture doesn't mind being called Sloan by you or close family members. They will ask that in more public spaces that you use Venture

Pet names aren't serious and are usually whatever sounds more funny in the moment, but Venture does use babe a bit frequently

Kisses are always quick and plentiful. Running out to get groceries? Venture is trailing after you and quickly peppering kisses to your face as you walk out the door.

If you go shopping together, Venture is more than happy to carry the bags. Definitely not because they want to show how strong they are to you.

Asks questions like would you still love me if i was a sedimentary rock or something similar to that

Can't sleep without feeling that your next to them, like you both have to at least be touching hands or something in order for them to be able to sleep properly.

[peteyswife]

“Pretty puppy that I see

Gazing lovingly at me

With soft and silky fur of pink

No dog’s more beautiful, I think!”

HELLOOO I am Drain!! Folks on proship tumblr probably already know who I am but HERES THE RUNDOWN ANYWAY!!!

🍓,, I’m the FREAK obsessed with Petey The Cat <3 NONSHARING!!!! Very very nonsharing doubles dni

🍓,, This account is safe for everyone! My alt however, @peteyswwife , is 18+!!

🍓,, Proud owner of The Petey Shrine :3

🍓,, 18 y/o, Nonbinary (They/Them It/It’s The Dog/The Dog’s pronouns), OCD, Psychotic, Plural, Transspecies husky weredog, Objectum and Ficto, I’m COMPLETELY AroAce for real life beings !!! I am only attracted to Petey

🍓,, I take my relationship with Petey VERY seriously. He is THE most important thing in my life, despite being fictional, and I see him as my actual boyfriend.

🍓,, I am in a relationship with my 1998 retired floppy kitty BAB who I’ve named Petey :0) He is my everything, and essentially the single vessel my brain has chosen to project Petey onto LoL

DNI: Radqueers, xenosatanists, pro contact for harmful paras in general, DOUBLES again doubles DNI I don’t want to be friends, Detey shippers also DNI please

⚠️ Please do not talk to me about reality shifting / imply that Petey is real or that I can communicate with him, it is horrible for my delusions and can send me into episodes. My relationship with Petey is perfect as it is! ⚠️

Tagsss 🏷️

#dear dog diary 🍓 - Personal

#husband 😾🧡 - Petey posts!! 💕

#barking at the wall 🐾 - Ranting / Rambling

#puppy posting 🍼 - Puppyre posts

#plant puppy 🌱 - Vegan / Food tag!

#dogcourse ⚠️ - Discourse related posts

#woof? 🌸💌 - Asks!

[fromdove]

im so curious abt ur shifting experience! can u just like.. talk about it. like have you ever succeeded, is ur script all cute. anything, i wanna know.

OH my god i’m so glad you asked this, anon… you beautiful invisible angel… you glorious mystery being… i’m literally releasing a cloud of doves in your anonymous honour as we speak. they’re circling the sky. flapping dramatically. cooing your name. it’s a whole thing 🕊️🕊️🕊️💌

anyway. uh. anti-shifters? can you like. not. ☹️ go drink water or stare at the sun or something idk. just don’t be weird. if ur mean i will... block you...like instantly. no discussion. no appeals. bonk. banned. this is not a democracy. you do not have freedom of speech here. im the dictator and manager here. sorri ok bye <3

disclaimer warning sirens etc: i hate using the terms “cr” and “dr” 😭 they make my brain itch. but like. what else am i supposed to call them. also i dont know how to use some terms now.....because recently ive been reading so much on non dualism and stuff now im just like....confusion. i tried. i gave up. if i said anything wrong then correct me coz guys....im new to non dualism ok .... frown face. language is fake

OKAY so basically… i used to be completely unwell about scripting. fully. obsessed. i had an entire system. made my own CR script template too—super cute, all baby pinks and blues and beach-summer ahahahah. if anyone wants it lmk bc she’s still tucked safely away in the notion vault mwahaha

BUT nowadays??? i truly do not gaf. not writing all that. there are too many realities i wanna visit. too many ideas. too many lives calling my name. and honestly, my consciousness already knows what i want. i don’t need to give it a 47-page doc. i have stuff to do. like.... shift. LMAO

like YES i know you don’t have to script that much, but i love detail ok......? i love making it pretty and organized and and and. but the list of realities i wanna shift to is so long it’s laughable. it’s soul-deep. i can’t be writing a mini-biography for every version of me out there. it’s too much.

recent update: i’ve been moving away from full-on LOA (law of assumption) and into non-dualism, but i still dabble in LOA stuff. i’m not married to any one framework rn, just learning, testing things out. exploring. walk with me.

soooo i have this concept of a waiting room—like a base i’ll shift to. haven’t scripted it, (lol, theme of the day), because like i said, miss pure consciousness will do it for me because i dont care. buttttt i’ve got a clear-ish version in my head. a rough copy of it in my mind. it’s a central hub that links to all my drs. each reality has its own (huge cutesy) room. i walk through a door, im in the room, theres a portal, if i wanna go that reality i will enter the portal and boom: reality shift. clean. easy. the portal thing is kinda extra but i think its cute

the whole thing’s in this techy-modern disney princess castle. holograms and sparkle. very futuristic. in each room i’ll be able to see all my dr info—faceclaims, lore, backstory, whatever—floating around like glowing holographic tabs. and i can update them whenever i want....prob wont need to tho

some of these realities will be based on existing media, but a lot won’t. some will be entirely original, made by my consciousness from scratch. whole new lives, new people, new vibes. like made from scratch nara smith style (see why i said i cant script for all of them......like some dont even exist in any media here) . i honestly love that kind of freedom.

in the waiting room, i’ll always be 15 (bc i love this age + i am 15 rn), but in the DRs i’ll grow and age normally. the waiting room’s kind of like my “cr” if we must call it that (we mustn’t. but we do). it’s where i come back to.

and it’s not plain either. ofc its not. hello do u know me. it’s a castle. like a CASTLE castle. modern. big, cozy, cinematic. massive bedroom. cinema room. walls of books. every streaming service. and whenever i crave something to eat it just. shows up. logic doesn’t apply. doesnt exist. comfort does !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so yeah. that’s kind of the rough idea for now. my consciousness will handle the rest tbh. i trust her. anyway. hope this made sense. bye. i’m gonna go eat now <3

[dollivication]

had a very bad thought abt dad!leon and had to share or I'd implode...

dad!leon who just loves and adores u and thinks you can do no wrong!! buttt the first time he fucks you, you're so dumb and fucked out you just babble out random whines and moans until you let slip out a "dad— daddy!" which makes Leon's hips falter as he stops mid thrust and just look down at you w the saddest puppy dog eyes like he's just been shot and mumbles a "don't call me that, i'm dad." like y would u even think of calling him daddy... he's just dad to u!! I CAN'T.

—💌

THIS FLOORED ME UGGHGGGGH THIS IS DAD LEON!!! THIS IS DAD LEON!!!!!!! I DONT CARE WHAT ANYWAN SAYS!!!

he does NOT like that shit.. like it ruins the moment 4 him, because that’s only meant for stuff in PORN. FAKE stuff. or for your (god forbid) BOYFRIENDS! he’s your DAD, he raised you and he’s proud!! don’t water that down by calling him some stupid term only bitchy bimbos scream in their over-exaggerated moans :(

i reckon he thinks there’s something far more intimate when you actually refer to him as your father. because that’s what this is! daughter and father bonding time!! “daddy” is what your mom and the girls before her called him. you aren’t your mom or past hookups,, you’re his sweet beloved kiddo !!! he loves you in a way no father should, and that’s what makes it special!!

he actually gets so sad hearing you say it its actually hornswoggling… you’ll probably have to comfort him he’s so pathetic and Stupid UHHHHGGGGH‼️‼️

[14dayswithyou]

Ren owes me 26 dollars.

Dang idky, but i was thinking how embarrassing it would honestly be to have Ren/ redacted watch us on cameras cuz i personally fart alot when im alone, so i have to ask, would he ignore it or find it funny maybe??

⌞♥⌝ Ren will play a game where he'll try and guess what sound of fart you'll make based on the food he (lovingly) watched you eat earlier. If he gets it wrong, he has to turn off the camera feed for .5 seconds. If he's correct, he gets to take a whiff of your dirty laundry.

In any other scenario, Ren won't think anything of it since he knows it's natural and everyone does it 🫶 Normalise tooting lmao

[nanapples]

memorized head to feet / caleb x reader

tags: fluff, non-sexual use of a blindfold, unrelated to no-return night, completely consensual kisses this time :) word count: 1.5k summary: you decide to use one of the ribbons from caleb's gifts as a blindfold just for funsies

"what's this all about?" caleb stares at you, eyes blown wide. he gulps nervously as you straddle him, hovering over his lap with a red ribbon held in the palm of your hand.

"not interested in some fun?" you tease him with a non-answer.

the sweetest shade of pink dusts across his cheeks, his eyebrows raised high onto his forehead, disappearing beneath half-styled bangs. he swallows. "pip…"

caleb doesn't know where to put his hands. he looks so pretty like this, flustered and confused, eyes darting over every inch of your face. his tongue swipes against his bottom lip before his front teeth gently bites down on it.

there's a shift somewhere, somehow.

"i wanna put this over your eyes," you quietly say, lifting the ribbon up into view. "it'll be like those blindfold challenges we used to watch when we were kids."

"those videos were a little weird…" he trails off and sighs.

"but y'know what?" he nods, determined to see this through just for you. "fine."

satisfaction blooms on your face in the form of a big smile.

"good boy."

he inhales sharply at that, but you choose to ignore it for now.

"don't move." you say as you lift yourself up. he can only see half of your face from where he's sitting and he has to will himself to avert his gaze, afraid of what might happen if he kept staring at your soft, kissable lips…

his train of thought is interrupted by a flood of red swallowing him whole, and the world soon disappears behind the cool silk of ribbon.

"how is it?" you ask, your voice amplified by his lack of sight. "is it too tight? or uncomfortable at all?" your fingers mindlessly play with the two ends of the ribbon while you wait for his response.

he shakes his head gently. "nope. i'm all good."

"hmm." is the last thing he hears from you.

you don't say anything and he finds that… weird. he can't exactly see you right now, so he isn't sure what's going through your mind. he's starting to realize just how much he dislikes not seeing you.

are you smiling without him knowing? he would hate to miss that. your silly grins are one of his favorite things about you.

"what…" he pauses momentarily, eyelashes fluttering against the silk ribbon strewn over his eyes. "what are you thinkin' about over there, pipsqueak?"

"nothing special," you respond, firmly planting yourself down on his lap.

his hands twitch by his sides.

your body is soft on his thighs. warmer, in a way. he can't tell if his other senses are heightened thanks to the one he currently lacks. all he knows is that you're still here with him and that he has your full attention. it feels as right as it should be, though he does wish he could see you.

"you look good like this," he hears you whisper, your breath fanning against his cheeks. he didn't realize how close you were until now. it makes every muscle on his body tense up.

much to his dismay, you notice that almost instantly.

you whisper against the side of his face, "relax."

your quiet two syllable word works in reverse. he can't relax one bit. you're too close, too warm. it's hard to think like this.

a shaky exhale passes through his wobbly lips as he tries not to lose his mind.

he really can't imagine which pathetic version of himself is currently on display for you. it's embarrassing just thinking about it— but he knows this is what you want. you always want to see him in ways you shouldn't. who is he to deny you what you so obviously desire?

suddenly, he feels you pick up his hands from where they rest flat on the couch. you settle his palms on your waist not even a second later and he hesitates before properly holding on.

"baby?" he keeps his grip light.

"touch me," you say, a faint but firm command he knows he must yield to.

he's still unsure, somewhat afraid of where and how this will end.

despite that, his hungry hands have a mind of its own, the pair of them tracing up your sides, pausing at the edge of your ribcage. he can feel how your upper body expands and contracts with every breath you take. just beneath his fingertips is the warmth of your life.

he gulps and continues to map out your body.

"i remember you once burned yourself with your hair straightener," he reminisces, a hand trailing downwards. one of his thumbs circles softly against a spot above your bellybutton and he looks down even though he can’t see anything. “you cried like a little baby afterwards."

"mhm." you don't seem to be all here. it's like you're lost in his touch just as much as he is. not that he minds, of course.

he smiles, one hand finding its way to the crook of your neck. "here," he mumbles, his index finger tapping a certain spot on your skin. "you have a birthmark here."

his finger then slides up from under your jaw. "and just right here…" he rubs a knuckle on your chin while he speaks. "you used to have this one acne scar. it was kinda shaped like a heart and it was so so cute," he mumbles.

you open your mouth to respond, but the gesture causes his finger to slip and bump against the bottom of your lip. he inhales quietly, "your lips…"

he knows the shape of your lips like the back of his hand. he's no artist, but he could definitely sketch a near perfect replica of it.

"what's this?" he swipes his thumb against your moist lower lip, getting a feel of the waxy salve you applied earlier. "lip balm?"

you hum. "can you guess what flavor it is?"

"how am i supposed to do that..?" he breathlessly asks.

your reply comes in a giggle too close to his mouth. "figure it out."

he stills, knowing full well that he shouldn't. you don't know what you're saying, he's sure of that. you aren't thinking about what this might mean. you're just playing around, you aren't serious, you don't want this—

"caleb."

that single call of his name is all it takes for his worries to vanish without a trace. without even realizing it himself, he leans in, his pair of lips soon settling on your own. just this once, he foolishly tells himself, only to pull you in by the waist, kissing you again and again.

every time he manages to separate his lips from yours, he swoops back in almost involuntarily. your lips are an inescapable gravitational pull, and he is its willing victim.

"well?" you hold a hand to his chest, preventing his next wave of kisses. "what flavor do you think it is?"

"huh? wha— oh." caleb's tongue slides over his own lips, taking in the taste of you and something fruity. it's a vague flavor he can't quite name.

"watermelon?" he guesses.

"wrong," you laugh, head swaying side to side. your body shakes on his lap and he steadies you by your hips just in case you somehow fall over. "it's green apple."

"green apple? are you sure you're not playin' me for a fool?" he has that dumb lopsided smile on his face while he speaks. from his tone alone, you're certain he has that one playful glint in his eyes. the one so uniquely caleb.

"give me another taste. i need to confirm it for myself," he says, his voice dipping into a low tone you have only ever heard a few times before. that's when you realize you might have pushed him a little too far.

"wait, caleb..!" you squirm on his lap, leaning backwards to make a quick escape.

tightening his grip on your hips, he refuses to let you go."nuh-uh," he breathes out, clothes rustling as he easily maneuvers you around. in one swift motion, he has you pinned to the couch.

hovering over you, the ribbon quickly comes undone and falls from his face, revealing two pools of lavender that seem more dangerous than playful. the ribbon falling appeared too convenient to you, its timing so impeccable you immediately suspect he used his evol to undo the knot.

"caleb, you cheater."

he smiles over you, his face shadowed from the backlight. "hush," he laughs as he bends his neck, lowering himself towards your face.

"now let me get a better taste, pip."

rolling your eyes, you give in and snake your arms around his neck. you hear him sigh through his nose the second you're mouth to mouth. a sweet, warm haze drapes over you and caleb, and your vision soon dims. even in the darkness, the image of caleb persists.

after a few minutes, caleb rests his body on yours, though not entirely. "baby..."

"hmm?"

"you lied t'me," he mumbles through a smile. "your lip balm isn't green apple flavored."

you don't even bother holding back your laughter.

"you were right earlier," you admit. with his flushed face between your hands, you force him to look at you and your big smile. "it's actually watermelon."

[prettygirls4graves]

I am OBSESSED with the idea of a regulus fic/au inspired by the story of the lady of shalott (particularly Tennyson’s 1832 poem)

• reg being elaine, trapped away by his family and confirming to their ideals yet being content with his life and decisions (similar to how elaine in the poem stays in her tower weaving)

• pandora (going with the seer hc) possibly representing elaine’s mirror, warning reg of the future she sees for him yet unable to discern the truth until it is far too late

• james being the lancelot of the story, regulus’ love for him sending him down a different path as he descends out to ruin the dark lord in the process

• ultimately, reg dies drowning in his quest of rebellion; the curse pandora warned him about finally coming upon him

[haruniki]

Midnight × Reader with a catgirl quirk? Maybe having them make "nya" noises and other such cat related sounds

a/n: wait bc you are cooking with that idea, went ahead and made this like a pre-established relationship hcs pls enjoy Midnight x Reader with a catgirl like quirk (hcs)

CW: OOC(maybe?? first time writing for this fandom like this be nice to me pls), my own personal hcs are slightly included in this teehee, slightly suggestive at one point

Midnight is a lover of cats and what's even better than a cat? A cat girlfriend

Wants nothing more than to just curl up with you and snuggle with you all day and night, but sadly she has a job and has to do that job

Loves petting your ears! Scratching behind them, even just mindlessly playing with the fur on them, she loves the softness of them

Nemuri sometimes places bows on your ears because she thinks it's so cute, but she never leaves them on your ears because she doesn't want it to hurt your ears or anything like that, though i you don't mind the slight pulling of your ears caused by the bows then she might leave them in for a bit longer

Speaking of bows, definitely asks you to wear one on your tail (like the main character in Tokyo Mew Mew)

Speaking of Tokyo Mew Mew, would definitely asks you to dress up as one of the characters because it was her favorite sow growing up. But she won't be disappointed if you don't want to (she might be a little bit)

Collars. Collars with bells on them, collars with bows, collars with tags on them that say "If lost please call xxx-xxx-xxxx" or "If lost please return to this address". Her favorite part about the collars is placing leashes on them, Midnight quite enjoys your flustered face when she tugs on them lightly

Purring is one of her favorite things to hear from you, Midnight thinks it's the highest form of compliment when she can get to purr for her. "Such a pretty kitty for me, hmm?"

Cue the purring

Seriously she loves it, wishes she could make you purr for her all day and night, no breaks in between

And if you have any more catlike behaviors such as head rubbing to get her attention, she might just all excited about it.

[mattsundaes]

Okay. How would you subtly mess with kita or osamu to drive them crazy missing you (say they’re away or something for a few weeks)? Would you start small and ramp up the mischief the longer he’s away? Or start with big mischief and then slowly pull away for maximum missing you-ness? Rule: no titty/dick pics, no dirty texts, calls are okay but they happen at night anyway.

💜💜kita-non 2-day streak!

kita-non!!!!! ooooooh i love your brain so much I HAVE THOUGHTS.

the thing with osamu is that he doesn’t even need dirty pictures, per se.

you sending him a video of you eating the onigiri he made for you before he left is enough to leave him shifting in his seat as his fingers hover over the screen, eyes fixated on the rogue pieces of rice stuck to your lips. your tongue darting out to try and clean them. the way you finally end up using your fingers, casually licking them clean after as if you’re not wholly aware that sight alone is enough to drive him to the brink of coming in his pants.

(you do this again the next night, but over FaceTime instead of a pre-recorded video, and osamu promptly folds like a deck of horny cards)

—

as for pragmatic kita? while he’s sensitive to how you feel about him going out of town (he picks you fresh sunflowers and makes you breakfast in bed the morning before he leaves), he doesn’t come off outwardly emotional over it himself. he spends his time away optimistically looking forward to coming home to you.

if phone calls are fair game…this is how i see this playing out. you message kita regular updates while he’s away—good morning texts, a picture of your breakfast, a zoomed-in picture of a cute fox in the garden. you ramp it up just a little with pictures of yourself. nothing obscene, just a mirror shot of you wearing his gardening hat, a selfie of you in the corner with the focus on a bird’s nest on your deck. (kita’s forever smitten with you, the hat picture immediately becomes his lock screen.)

BUT THEN you start playing a little dirty by taking a picture of you brushing your teeth in the bathroom mirror wearing nothing but your underwear and his old inarizaki jersey. it’s not a lewd image, per se. but the implication that you’ve been digging through his closet and sleeping in his clothes is enough to send him off kilter. once you can tell you’ve got him (when he texts back a cheeky “why don’t ya ever wear that for me?”), you set your trap.

when kita rings you up later that evening to say goodnight, the only greeting he gets is the slightly muffled sounds of you moaning his name and the hum of your vibrator. you can hear the hitch in his breath, and just when you think you’ve got him, he calmly says, “stop.” he proceeds to tell you to put your vibrator aside and spends the next hour edging you as he steadily talks you through exactly how he wants you to touch yourself until he finally lets you come (and you’re not expecting it at all when a picture of his cum-streaked abdomen pops up in your messages shortly after you hang up).

[punkeropercyjackson]

Cass stans calling out fanon Jason stans for antiblackness as they leave out Duke as a core Batkid,potray Kory as a muscle mommy with no personality in their D/K content,do an emphasis on Cass being 'obsessed' with Stephanie for being 'quirky white basic blonde chick' and shit on afrolatino Jason hcs with no nuance:

[nanapples]

snowpath / dawnbreaker zayne x non mc reader tags: traveling between worlds, angst word count: 4k chapter : 1 | 2 | ...

it's difficult caring for someone who is so painfully indifferent to you.

you know, very well, that zayne is not unkind. hidden within his cold, brooding eyes, beneath the frost of his facade, is a warmth you have witnessed only a handful of times. it was never anything grand, only ever faint smiles or the rare instances he would take you by the hand. things that are so easily taken for granted, all moments that have long left you hooked. addicted, even.

you desperately yearned for his warmth, wished upon stars that he would permanently let you in, but the stars never listened. he remained just as closed off as he did when you had met as children. he kept you at a distance. as if he was scared of something hidden deep within himself. you didn't understand it no matter how much you wanted to, because he never let you try. he never amused your efforts. your attempts.

he never let you get too close.

"you seem quite free today," zayne hums from his desk, only lifting his eyes away from his papers to briefly glance at you. "are you certain you don't have more important matters to tend to?"

the corners of your mouth rise at the sound of his gentle voice. "more important matters?"

"what could be more important than spending some time with my favorite doctor?" you snicker with eyes the shape of playful crescent moons.

"…" he looks at you calmly. he is as inexpressive as always, but you can easily tell he isn't very amused judging by his prickly gaze.

he clears his throat before speaking again, "are you not second-in-command of your team?"

"i am," you confirm. "why does that matter?"

zayne sighs at your behavior, pinching the bridge of his nose. "your team would certainly appreciate you being more proactive for a change," he says.

"relax," you yawn. "my teammates are all highly trained individuals. i trust them to handle things on their own."

"your laid-back attitude could very well be detrimental to your team's safety and reputation."

"y'know, i'm starting to think you're only saying these things because you want me to leave," you snort.

"i see you're capable of reading the room." he responds. his words might seem harsh, but it lacks intent to hurt. his quick quips always bring a goofy smile to your face.

"you really do never change, zayne." you push off of the couch, standing and stretching in place. "since you won't be returning home anytime soon, i might as well leave first."

"i will order a cab for you." zayne says, rising up from his own seat. he steps around the desk and walks closer to you. never too close, always an inch or two out of arm's reach.

"no need." you shake your head. "i drove here and i don't want to leave my car in the parking lot again."

"driving at this time of night…"

at that moment, the door to his office abruptly slams open. "dr. zayne!" a girl exclaims, her arms full of to-go boxes from the nearest cafe.

"oh, i'm sorry…" she cringes backwards, offering you and zayne an apologetic look. "am i interrupting something?"

"no, not at all." zayne passes you and approaches the girl, standing just two steps away from her. his neck bends as he focuses in on her, his expression softer than soft.

you'll never get used to seeing him like this.

"did you just get off work?" he asks.

"yup! i thought you'd like a sweet treat, so i stopped by the nearby cafe before it closed," she says with a sweet laugh.

"you really didn't need to." he says through a small and obvious smile.

not wanting to stick around and witness such a lovely sight, you quietly see yourself out of the office. you were once curious about why zayne returned to linkon, but who knew it was for her. no wonder. you really had no idea until you had moved here yourself.

zayne never spoke about his childhood before you two met. he didn't speak of who he was or who he cherished in a past that didn't involve you. you were always curious about it. about him. you wanted to know more than the little scraps and pieces he threw at you. that's why you followed him everywhere you could.

if you had known that his actions were so innately tied to the girl with a sickly sweet smile…

the door clicks behind you, interrupting your train of thought.

"zayne?" you raise an eyebrow at him, somewhat surprised to see that he had followed you out. he's standing right in front of the closed door, staring at you with that same unreadable expression.

"driving at night can be dangerous. i hope you can be careful on the road." he picks out a small mint from his white coat. he holds it atop the palm of his hand, offering it to you. "get home safely."

how polite.

"see you later," you chuckle, graciously accepting the mint.

with a smile on your lips, you nod at him, gesturing for him to return to his office. he has a very important guest to care for, and you know where his priorities lie. he mimics your gesture and faces the door again, turning the handle just before your watch goes off.

your hunter's watch beeps alarmingly loud, a holographic display appearing right before your eyes, flashing in time to the beeps. you quickly answer the call coming from a teammate, concern beating hard in your heart.

"vice captain! three high level wanderers have suddenly appeared on site!" one of your teammates exclaims through the call. "we need your guidance and support!"

you hurry down the hall without worrying about anything else. "send me your coordinates. what's the current situation?"

"it's not looking good! the energy index is off the charts and we're unable to calculate the wanderers' strength—"

zayne watches you quickly slip out of sight. he exhales quietly, stuck in place, staring down the hall with his lips pursed. seeing you run in the direction of danger makes him feel a bit unsettled.

he's definitely worried, but not worried enough. he finally presses down on the handle, opting to focus on what feels right rather than worrying about what can't be helped.

—

…how long have you been here? wandering in this endless void?

you're not sure. one moment, you're fighting wanderers you've never seen before, pushing yourself past your own limits. the next, you're lost in pitch black darkness. it's difficult to gauge how long you've been drifting around, having lost your sense of time the moment you faded into this endless prison. it feels like you've been here forever.

if this goes on for any longer, you might genuinely lose your mind.

"when will this end?!" you shout into nothingness, your shrill voice echoing for longer than you had expected. unwillingness washes over you, soaking deep into your bones.

you had stayed calm about your ordeal for as long as you possibly could, a trait you prided yourself in, but even you have your limits. your patience has long worn thin, and frustration took its place at the forefront, bringing troubled tears to your weary eyes.

"i can't do this anymore." you hang your head low, falling into the palms of your hands. "i just want to go home…"

slow, hot tears trickle past the gaps of your fingers, disappearing into the darkness below you. it was like the void was slowly eating away at everything you are. doesn't that mean you're going to die?

"i don't want to die," you whisper, "not like this."

your head snaps up, spite breeding newfound determination. you're still somewhat hopeless, still confused, but you have to get out of here. even if it kills you.

earlier, you had tried using your evol, stretching blue flames as far and wide as you could. it resulted in you passing out. while you were a little apprehensive about trying that again, fearful that you might not wake up this time, it needed to be done. you were out of options.

inhaling deeply, you stretch the palms of your hands outwards past your body. the moment your skin is about to set the darkness aflame, you hear something unusual.

something crunchy. crisp, like frost on a window. it was a familiar sound, being friends with zayne and all, and it captured your attention immediately. the sudden sound prompted you to abandon your plan.

this was an anomaly.

in a space that lacked everything but you, you hadn't heard a lick of anything else. no divine intervention from an unseen god— nothing. it was only you, the sound of your breathing, and the beating of your heart.

you needed to find out what made that sound.

"is that..?" your eyes widen when you spot something glimmering in the distance.

wasting no time, you stumbled towards the unknown light, fearing it would vanish without a trace. you cleared the distance after a few minutes, sweat trickling down your face and neck as you stood in front of some sort of orb.

floating in front of you, emitting a faint blue glow, was some sort of large glass marble. it had frozen over, snowflakes twinkling around it like stars. its appearance reminded you of someone.

it was captivating. familiar.

you reached for it without thinking. your hands cupping it from underneath, a few centimeters away from touching it. you felt nervous. despite how desperate you were to find this oddity, you've grown cowardly in its presence.

as if sensing your unease, the orb drifted down into your palms, filling out the space perfectly. it was cold. so cold you could feel it searing into your skin, but you refused to drop it. not when it made your hands its new home.

you accepted it just as it accepted you.

even though the void continued to surround you, you no longer felt as lonely. sure, this weird, cosmic ball wasn't a living creature you could connect with like another human or a cute animal companion. no, you couldn't feel a heartbeat from the orb, but… it still felt alive.

especially when you brought it to your chest and held it close.

the faint life you felt from the frosty orb comforted you. for the first time since entering nothingness, you felt relaxed. your stiff shoulders fell and exhaustion warmly poured into you, lulling you closer towards a well-deserved slumber.

your eyelids had stopped resisting after many blinks and, like a blanket fresh out of the dryer, sleep pressed over your much too tired soul.

—

slipping out of sleep, you are met with the sight of a dirty ceiling, still too dazed to recognize how unusual everything around you felt. you yawned before slowly sitting up. it was only after stretching that you finally realized you were not in the comfort of your own home.

instead, you were in a room completely foreign to you.

"what…" you kick the blanket off and sling your legs off the side of the bed. you look around for a moment, rooted in place as you took everything in.

"where am i now?" you grumble.

the room is in a sorry state. everything is haphazardly strewn all over the place, clothes on the floor, trinkets toppled over on shelves. there are cracks on the walls and cobwebs in every corner.

this wasn't your room.

you jump to your feet and stomp over to the nearest window. beyond the glass panes, you're met with an unfamiliar outside. the buildings nearby aren't particularly well cared for, and the streets are empty. you can't spot any life outside. your stomach churns with dread.

"this isn't linkon city," you whisper to yourself.

something is wrong. terribly wrong.

you know panicking would only make things worse, so you take a deep breath to push it back down, clearing your head. you grab a tattered coat from the ground and throw it on. you need information and, to do that, you will have to step outside of this room.

if you're not in linkon, then where exactly are you?

all sorts of questions throb against your head, an annoyance you ignore as you slam open the room's door and step out. the rest of the house is equally as messy as the room you woke up in. the kitchen is weary and worn, and the living room's only furniture is a torn up couch. there's no sense of familiarity in any part of this house.

you've gain nothing from your brief search around the small flat. your lack of information brings you outside. you thought some fresh air could help your aching head, and it probably would to an extent, but the air outside was not fresh. the moment you stepped out, you were hit with a sense of heaviness that almost suffocated you.

linkon city had its own issues with air pollution, but this was different. it wasn't only air pollution. it was an atmosphere of fear. the houses nearby seemed to be lived in, but the front doors were varying types of closed shut. there were doors with many heavy locks and others boarded up beyond what was necessary.

what was it that had people terrified to step outside of their homes?

if you weren't a hunter, these obvious red flags would have made you nervous. you kept yourself calm thanks to the years of experience under your belt and continued on your search for answers.

a small convenience store popped into view a few minutes into your stroll around the empty neighborhoods. seeing other people around, even for a few seconds, relieved you. you hadn't seen a single soul up into this point, so you entered the store with a spring in your step. when someone passed by you in a hurry, you cared little about how they bumped into your shoulder. you were just glad you weren't alone.

you had noticed, earlier, that the front counter was being handled by a small robot and a holographic screen. though somewhat similar to technology back home, both appeared to be a bit more advanced. it seems this place focused more on technology than the world outside their doors.

it was still hard to piece together where you were. you have never heard of such a run-down place like this. even the n109 zone had people out and about, both dead or alive.

after browsing the many aisles, you realize how strange the items on the shelves are. you couldn't recall ever seeing any of the labels on the chocolate bars and snacks. you could only grab a small bag of mints and a water after looking around for so long.

something dark flashed in the corner of your eye when you approached the checkout counter. when you turned to look, you saw a man leaving the store in an unhurried pace and a plastic bag full of chocolates at his side. his back looked oddly familiar.

you shook the thought out of your head and paid for your things with money you had found in your pocket. you didn't know whose money it was, but it was gone now. you popped a mint into your mouth, letting it sit in your cheek as you continued walking around. the fresh, cooling taste comforted you a little. it reminded you of the home you had to return to as soon as possible.

did anyone notice that you had gone missing? surely, your team must have realized it by now. you, as vice captain, had a responsibility to show up at work every single day.

could they be looking for you like how you're searching for answers?

a sigh passes from your lips. your headache only worsening.

you thought of returning to that rickety house from earlier to take a break, but before you could even continue thinking about your next move, you heard the roar of a wanderer. the terrible shriek snapped you out of your thoughts, your sharp ears instantly locating the direction of danger. rather than running from it, you actively raced towards it.

weaving through shady alleyways and jumping through buildings torn open, you managed to find exactly what you were looking for. behind a random building, there was a wanderer with an unusual appearance. if this were any other time, you wouldn't hesitate to jump in and handle it yourself, but the wanderer wasn't alone.

there, standing opposite of the wanderer, was a man dressed in all black.

zayne…

no, something isn't right.

when the man turns his head, and you get a glimpse of his face, you can tell that this person is not the zayne you know. his gaze is far too dark, leaving a ruthless and worryingly cold impression. the surrounding area was frozen with blackened ice crystals gripping onto the earth with intent to kill. the man had the aura of something akin to a god of death.

you couldn't help but take a step back.

this wasn't zayne. it couldn't be.

a quiet voice in your head urged you to run, and you wanted to, but another wanderer appeared from out of nowhere. it had turned the corner and lunged towards the man's back at lightning speed.

"zayne!" you shout, blasting yourself forward with your evol.

you make it in time to deflect the blow, striking the wanderer with an attack that sends it back several feet. you can hear your heart beating loudly in your ears. you know this man isn't your zayne, but you can't just leave him to face danger alone.

wordlessly, you pursue the wanderer in front of you. the man behind you was quick in his own battle. he avoided the large swipes of the wanderer's claws before striking it down with a single beam of light, its shape vaguely resembling a shard of ice. you had managed your fight in a timely manner as well. the only thing that bothered you was how much your evol burned through your clothes.

"you…" a large hand wraps around your wrist, chaining you in place before you could even catch your breath.

cold.

his hands are cold— just like zayne's.

"who are you?" his hold on your wrist tightens, his eyes dark with suspicion. "and what do you think you're doing here?"

"what?" you pull your hand away with great effort. "i just saved your life." you feign arrogance to mask your fear. your nervousness.

"i had it all under control." he glances at his empty hand before looking at you again. "i didn't need your assistance."

"then consider it a mistake." you shrug, averting your gaze.

this man looks exactly like zayne. his voice, too, is that same cold hum you know extremely well. there is a very obvious difference, however, and it's how the man holds himself. his shoulders are heavy with a weight you can't see, the features on his face frozen in place, showing not even an ounce of emotion. the zayne you know is also a little impassive, but not to this extent.

it's unsettling, looking at zayne's face, knowing this person isn't actually him.

"i… need to go." you swallow, one of your shoes shifting backwards on the heel, similar to how a scared animal prepares for an escape.

you can't stay here with this man.

"you—"

in one swift motion, you twirl around and make an attempt to flee.

it didn't work.

he had caught you by the wrist again, pulling you back within seconds.

"let go of me!" you shout, wriggling under his icy grip.

"my name." the man, with his free hand, grabs you by the shoulder. he forces you to look at him, forest-green eyes fully taking in your face, his gaze oppressive.

"wh, what?"

"you called my name." he murmurs, pulling you in closer. "who are you?"

"i… i mistook you for someone i know." you shakily explain. "that's all it is, so could you please let go?"

he ignores your plea, instead focusing on your face again. somehow, his frigid features seem to melt a little and his gaze becomes… soft.

"it's you." he whispers, your name rolling off his tongue. the way he says your name comes off a bit clumsy. like he isn't used to saying it aloud.

hearing that voice call your name causes an ache in your chest. your heart thumps loudly against your rib cage, threatening to burst and spill out between you and the man that looks so much like zayne. you only barely managed to clear your eyes of tears that threatened to fall.

"zayne..?" you whisper, your eyes searching his.

you raise a hand up to his face, fingers ghosting over cold, pale skin. you brush your thumb against his cheek, satisfied by how alive he feels. "zayne, i'm so confused… i don't know what's happening..."

he doesn't shy away from your touch, but there's an odd look on his face.

"i'm not the zayne you know," he mumbles, his words hot against your fingers.

"what do you mean?" disappointment seeps into your voice.

the man— zayne shakes his head. he can't explain it. not now, at least. just like how you can't explain your sudden appearance in this place so unlike linkon city.

"that girl," he murmurs, breaking away from your eyes. he searches the area for someone else. "is she here too?"

there's a certain glint in zayne's eyes as he looks around. one subtly full of hope. you also hear it in his voice, and it makes you sick. you pull your hand away within an instant, jealousy rearing its ugly head once more.

"really?" a single, bitter laugh escapes you. "is that really your concern right now? i— i don't know how i got here, and i'm terrified, and yet you're more worried about her..?"

"i understand she's important to you, but what about me?" you glare at him, eyes red with frustration. "why can't you just—" you bite your tongue, realization coming in quick. it replaces your hurt with shame.

"sorry." you take another step back, embarrassed of yourself.

"i'm so sorry." you don't even want to look at him. "i don't know what came over me," you whisper.

zayne doesn't respond. he just watches you hang your head. it's only after a long, silent minute that he does anything at all. he doesn't confront or condemn you. he drapes his coat over your shoulders, locking the first button in place to ensure that it doesn't fall off.

"you need new clothes." he says, his voice a low hum that dips into a whisper.

you're a little relieved that he's willing to look past your humiliating outburst.

"it's okay." your hands slip under and over the coat, approaching the button to undo it. "i don't need this. i'm going back."

he grabs both of your hands with only one of his own and shakes his head. "leave it. you can't walk around with your clothes in the state it's in."

"it's really fine..."

"no, it isn't." zayne glances at your hand, hesitating for a few seconds before he cautiously links one of your hands together. his fingers slot between yours, cold and calloused.

"i'm taking you to my house." he says, tugging you along. he stumbles with you following a step behind him, clearly not used to this kind of gesture.

unable to help yourself, you stare at the back of his head as he holds your hand in his, guiding you through buildings and hidden paths with practiced ease. his grip is awkward, palms clammy. it's not too dissimilar to the zayne you know, and it alleviates some of your discomfort.

you're not sure if following him is really the right choice, but you're weak to him, even if he isn't really zayne. even if he's dangerous. his face is the only thing you're familiar with. just this once, you'll trust your heart over your head and let him take you away.

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