#💌non

[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]

“We'll open up the earth

To bury him alive.

Through blasphemous rebirth

This dead dog shall survive.”

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, Doggender (They/Them It/It’s The Dog/The Dog’s pronouns), OCD, Psychotic, Plural, Transspecies church grim, 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 2025 Movie Petey plush, and my 1998 retired floppy kitty BAB who I’ve named Petey :0) [I am not posic!! I cannot communicate with Petey, but I love him all the same as he is <3]

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 🌱 - Vegetarian / Food tag!

#the hounds graveyard 🪦 - Vulture culture stuff

#dogcourse ⚠️ - Discourse related posts

#woof? 🌸💌 - Asks!

[nanapples]

unlucky / caleb x mc reader tags: angst, unrequited love, unhealthy relationship/dynamic word count: 1.8k

summary: caleb starts dating someone and you take it pretty well... or do you? :p

"what are you smiling about over there?" you giggle, nudging your shoulder against caleb's side. he's been staring at his phone with this huge, annoying grin on his face for about an hour now. you had held back from asking until you just couldn't take it anymore.

caleb looks at you, something shy and secretive in his sweet lavender eyes. "oh, it's nothing." he casually responds.

"yeah right." you deadpan.

"you've been on your phone for the entire movie," you huff, slumping into the back of the couch with a big frown pressed onto your lips. "this is supposed to be our movie night, you know."

"i know, i know." his large, warm hand wraps right around your wrist.

"i'm sorry, pip. i didn't mean to ruin our movie night, it's just…" he trails off with cheeks slowly flushing into a deep red.

"what?" you reach over and pinch those apple red cheeks. "it's just what, huh?"

"ugh…" he brushes your hand away, his eyes falling from yours. he seems oddly conflicted. it's not usually to this extent and it only makes you more curious.

"sorry, it's not nothing." he says after composing himself.

in one swift motion, he turns to you, facing you head on.

"i've been talking to someone." he confesses in one go.

you're left stunned by the suddenness of it all.

"huh?" you stare at his face, making note of the sincerity that mixes into his nervousness.

"she's, um. she's a nurse. in skyhaven." he swallows the knot in his throat. "we didn't get along at first, but after a while… i dunno, i just feel like we've connected somehow," he chuckles, eyes flashing with memories you aren't privy to.

what?

all of the incidents leading up to this moment have changed caleb. in a way, you felt it had killed the caleb you knew, but you were willing to accept him regardless of the facts. even if he was different, so far out of reach, he was still somehow by your side.

but with his confession, the distance has grown exponentially. he suddenly seems oceans away.

it was unbelievable. unfathomable. this was caleb. your caleb. the same person that promised to always be by your side. you had long considered him yours, body and soul. he took care of you, made you feel safe, loved you, cherished you… and now he was suddenly no longer yours?

no. that's not true. he's still yours no matter what, isn't he?

some random woman will never be able to compete with the years that solidified your place in caleb's heart. just as his existence, his presence, has haunted you all your life, you have done the exact same to him. you can't escape him just as much as he can't escape you.

this is just a phase. that's all it is.

"this is amazing, caleb!" you beam after a few seconds of silence, calm after you had soothed the worries that almost broke you into two.

"i can't believe it— when was the last time you pursued a serious relationship like this?"

relief spills onto his face. you see his shoulders relax alongside the corners of his eyes. "this is the first time," he bashfully admits.

"i never really had time for it, y'know?"

he ruffles your hair playfully. "i was way too busy takin' care of a certain someone."

"don't blame me for your lack of a love life!" you stick out your tongue at him. "you're the one that had me pretend to be your girlfriend all the time," you snicker.

"yeah, well. you won't have to do that anymore."

you flinch at how conclusive his tone is. 

"say that after you actually ask her out," you laugh, brushing it off.

caleb grins. "just you wait, pipsqueak."

"i'll win her over in no time!" he confidently exclaims, radiant in a way you've never seen before.

you hold your smile, spewing a few more words of support. you can't let him know you're secretly praying on his downfall. that you're waiting for him to fall back down from his high and come crawling back to you like he always does. you won't let him know what's already written in the stars.

no matter how far away he goes, caleb will always be yours.

…is what you had initially thought.

a month after he had confessed to you about his newfound love interest, they actually got together. he was the happiest you had ever seen when he told you. you could almost taste the joy from him. it was a different kind of caleb, like he had become someone else entirely.

you weren't worried when they got together. you were sure it wouldn't be forever. how could it be? caleb may be infatuated with her, but she will never be you. you and caleb share a special bond. he was basically made for you. he could never live without you, that was an obvious fact. 

you were so confident that he couldn't, but then you saw it. you saw how your days with him dwindled. no more sporadic hang out sessions or movie nights. he wouldn't sleep over at your place, no longer dropped everything for you, and even rejected a few of your dinner invites. these small but important things were no longer yours.

he began giving it all to his girlfriend.

were you… being replaced? seriously?

no. not you. caleb would never do that to you.

it's just a phase. it's not real.

no, no, no.

denial was quick to settle in the space under your chest. you refused the reality right before your eyes. you didn't want it. you could accept anything else other than caleb leaving you. anything else at all.

turning a blind eye to the truth kept you sane for a few months. and when winter rolled around, you were sick of it. both mentally and physically.

for the first time since caleb began dating his partner, he chose to run to you the moment he heard you were sick in bed. you gloated about it the entire time, falling back into the steady rhythm of his tender care. it felt like things had gone back to normal.

finally.

"it looks like you're a bit better now." caleb chuckles, brushing some hair out of your face. "your fever has definitely gone down," he thoughtfully comments, the skin of his palm flat against your forehead, a familiar sensation that leaves you aching for more.

"mhm." you lean into his touch. "it's all thanks to you, caleb."

"obviously." he grins, pleased with himself.

you roll your eyes, falling backwards onto your bed. "there's a blanket in the hallway closet." you tell him, confident that he'll spend the night on the couch.

there's no way he would leave you home alone when you're sick—

"oh." he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. "i've actually gotta get back home," he says.

"what? why?" you sit up, frowning, eyebrows furrowed.

he averts his gaze. "my girlfriend is waiting for me."

silence surrounds you.

"haha," you can't help but laugh. "really?"

"pip—"

"get out!" you throw a pillow at him. "go back to your girlfriend since she's so much more important to you!" you shout, your tone venomous with vitriol.

"hey, c'mon!" he holds the pillow between his hands. "you're both important to me, pipsqueak. please don't be like this," he nearly begs.

"am i, caleb?" you narrow your eyes and glare at him. "because i've felt less and less important to you the more this goes on," you huff.

"we used to do everything together. we were inseparable." you clutch at the fabric of your blanket, keeping his eyes locked on you. "you used to be here, caleb. with me."

caleb digests your words for a few seconds. then, he sits on the edge of your bed.

"i didn't know my relationship was affecting you like this." he whispers, staring at you the entire time he speaks. "i had no idea. i thought everything was okay."

"it's not okay." you frown. "how could it be? it's all so different now."

he opens his mouth to respond, but hesitates. it takes a few seconds before he actually talks again. "isn't that the point?"

"change is good, you know," he carefully says, keeping his tone soft. "i know it's scary, but this is just how it's supposed to go."

you scoff. "no, it's not."

"you're not supposed to have gone so far away from me." you reach over and grab his hand.

he pulls away.

caleb, the one person you relied on more than anyone else, pulled his hand away from yours. it wasn't harsh, but the gesture was extremely apparent. it was unusual. he has never, in the many years you've shared with him, rejected your touch like this.

"i'm not going anywhere." he promises, keeping his hand just out of reach from yours. "you know that, pipsqueak. i would never leave you behind."

your eyes grow wet.

"you already have..."

there's a pause. something slithers around you and caleb, leaving you both staring at each other with a pile of words left unsaid.

he takes in  a deep breath, but eventually stops himself before he could actually say anything. what he wanted to say, you don't know, and you weren't sure you even wanted to. it's useless. he won't say the things you want to hear. he won't make this any better.

you can only hang your head in defeat, swallowing a sob you refuse to let him hear.

"thanks for taking care of me today," you say, voice raw and raspy.

"pipsqueak…"

"you can go now." you shuffle back under the blanket. the things you want to say remain buried deep within you, chained down by resentment, spite, and fear.

he stops and stares. just for a few seconds, he lingers. before you could have hope, it's squashed when he stands up from your bed.

"i'll check in on you tomorrow." he pats you on your head. "don't shut me out, okay? i won't let you."

you shift away from his hand. "see you later." you whisper in a small and unsure voice.

how much longer will he be here for you? you don't know.

"see you later." he says through a heavy exhale.

the door to your bedroom opens and closes, your room growing cold and empty the moment he slips away. you sink into silence, hugging your arms close to your chest as if to comfort the heart shattering beneath your flesh. like a child throwing a tantrum, you bury your face into your pillow and sob, left struggling to accept the fact that caleb is no longer yours.

[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

[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

[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]

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."