#Also thanks nonnie

[besthimbomachine]

🐓 for the ask game (if it’s still open)

It sure is nonnie!!! Summary or ao3 tags, hmmmm let me see

Here is the summary for this chapter:

With the approach of Wrestle Kingdom and his match with Ospreay, Kenny has to deal with both his feelings for you and his fears that his glory days may have come to an end. However, when he is leaving to Japan, he gets a big surprise as he sees you on the same plane as him. It just so happens that you too were going to Wrestle Kingdom.

I suck at ao3 tags but let's see, aside from the basics (ex to lovers, friends to lovers, and what not) this chapter will feature:

#fluff #angst #hurt/comfort pining #injury

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"

[mutantmayhems]

I like your vibe!

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM (2023) requested by anonymous

[chrollogy]

hello yue🌸 how do you feel a recently kidnapped darling would handle an upcoming period with Chrollo? and how would he react? I feel like he’s the type to make her give him affection in return for some pads or tampons, or would he ac have mercy and give his darling her stuff, along with his hands to make the cramps go away?

hi hi nonnie !! i finally got to your wonderful ask >< thank you for this !!

Chrollo’s darling would most likely try to hide it at first thinking they’d be fine without any help from Chrollo but it gets to a point where they would definitely need sanitary products so I feel like they would hesitantly talk to him—all timid and shy—and tell Chrollo about their period. Without a doubt, he sees this an opportunity for him to finally tear down the stubborn walls of his darling, so Chrollo would be the type to use this situation in his favour. Strategically, so. He’d make his darling beg and ask for his help because he needs to hear it come out of their mouth loud and clear—a little reassurance wouldn’t hurt, no?

And when the words he’s been waiting to hear finally reaches Chrollo’s ears, a sense of pride blossoms across his chest, and his insides turn to putty because of how adorable his little darling looks begging him like that all flustered and glossy eyed, lips quivering with frustration. But fret not, Chrollo is here to help at last. He’d buy his darling anything they need (or don’t need)—from pads and tampons all the way to the sweet treats they crave during their cycle because that’s how much he loves them. But it doesn’t stop there. During the nights his darling cannot sleep because of cramps, Chrollo would be there to help too.

He’d be the big spoon and wrap his large arms around his darling and massage the parts where it aches—their chest, their abdominal area, their back, Chrollo’s hands are there to ease the sharp pain. He’d kiss his darling’s tears away as it rolls down their cheeks and maybe even whisper sweet praises with how well they’re handling the pain. But if all that doesn’t suffice .. Chrollo has a few naughty tricks up his sleeve to help his darling relax and relieve their pain.

What better way to deal with pesky cramps than period sex? At first, Chrollo would be innocently massaging his darling’s abdominal area but from time to time, his hands start dipping lower and lower until his fingers find their way underneath the waistband of their pants, hovering just above where his darling’s clit would be. It’s a bit thicker due to an extra layer from the pad but that doesn’t stop Chrollo from deftly circling his fingers on their clit.

Soon enough, his darling’s pain-filled whimpers turn into ones brimming with pleasure and pure satisfaction, and it doesn’t take long for Chrollo to place them on his lap—pants and underwear long discarded—and ease them down on his hard cock. One hand secured around his darling’s hips, guiding them up and down while the other gently playing with their swollen tits to help with the pain. Maybe Chrollo would even use his mouth to on their nipples.

Chrollo doesn’t care how filthy the sex is if it means helping them with period pains. And most importantly, if it means getting to finally fuck his beloved darling and put them at his mercy.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

your recent post about Alex’s pain threshold reminded me of when he had a black eye, maybe being a naughty boy

you mean when this happened?? because yeahhhhh. i’d totally forgotten about this but now i’m thinking ALL kinds of thoughts. i mean, it was the era of lyrics like “to my knees you do promote me/i’m pinned down by the dark” and “the blood in your bruise” and many, many more… (but then again, it could have had a totally non-sexual cause too. who knows, but it’s sure fun to speculate 👀)

[thelonelyshore-if]

RAVI IS AN ASSHOLE, i was pretty neutral on him but my GOD he got on my fucking last nerve. like bro the MC is sitting here going through the worst time of their life, their life: GONE, wills (for now): GONE, existence: TRAPPED AS FUCK, hotel: TRIVAGO. and he’s sitting there rolling his eyes and offering the most heinous comments known to mankind LIKE GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM RN BEFORE I WHOOP YOUR ASS. so anyways i think you did such a good job making the readers really feel the suffocation of the situation

LMAO. Just so you know I showed this ask to my fiance and he laughed for like a minute straight. I've been giggling about it all day 10/10 excellent content.

Ravi is chronically unable (or unwilling, the jury's still out) to read the room. He's too stressed about the situation to think about MC's feelings; much easier to be smug and mean about it.

[bookishfeylin]

With that recent Feylin post it’s like:

1. They were both younger siblings mistreated by their older siblings.

2. They were both thrusted into positions of provider/power that neither of them wanted.

3. They find comfort in the arts. Feyre with her painting, and Tamlin with his music and poetry.

Like as much as Tamlin sucks in book two, book one Feylin just had an emotional connection that I’m frustrated wasn’t explored more in book one. For me, Feysand doesn’t have that aspect and so book one Feylin will always come out on top as a more favorable couple for me.

That’s because Sarah could not rely on the concept of a mating bond as a crutch for ~unexplained attraction~ like she does in ACOMAF and like so many other YA/NA romantasy authors do nowadays. ACOMAF and its romantasy booktok copycats are often written where the attraction is there first and then the soul bond/mating bond or whatever is revealed later on to justify why there was an attraction between people who textually barely know and/or actively HATE each other. Feyre never should’ve felt a secret “pull” towards Rhysand and she never should’ve fallen for him in two months given the history of him *checks notes* spending months molesting her UTM. The mating bond is written as a crutch to justify why Feyre felt attraction to someone she realistically, as a highly traumatized 20 year old, should NEVER have had feelings for.

On the other hand, Feylin has no such crutch. There is no secret revelation that they are reincarnated lovers or soulmates or anything. Sarah is forced to give them a genuine reason to connect and is forced to develop a friendship for them to build organically into a romance since she knows that they aren’t the destined lovers foretold by the stars or whatever. And in doing so, their relationship progresses much more slowly and imo much more realistically than Feysand’s. It feels more real because Sarah HAD to put forth more effort into writing them as a compatible match because there was no mating bond to force attraction and romantic interest, and it shows.

[blighted-lights]

Hi! I'm not sure if you're still doing art requests, but in honor of Pride Month, do you have any queer Headcanons for Ravage? (If you're not taking requests then feel free to ignore this 😅) Thanks!

ravage is trans/bigender and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead fingers

also i would LOVE to know other people's ravage headcanons/answer more hc asks for ravage so PLEASE 🙏 feel free to drop by and send an ask!

[leviiackrman]

hey, do you have any blog recs??? pls pls 🦄

Heyo!!

Oooh this is a fun question!! I follow a bunch of people for different things so I’ll try my best to summarise by ‘genre’ if that makes sense?? Keep in mind tho a LOT of people I follow post a variety of stuff, so there’ll be plenty of options for whatever you’re interested in!!

There are probably many that I’ve missed but I’ve just woken up so hope this helps!

OC Content:

Wouldn’t be appropriate to not include my beloveds in this: they all make AMAZING characters as well as templates and engaging in tag games that are hella fun! You don’t need to be tagged to do any of them🤍 there are some amazing writers too so check out their work (both written and drawn) cus they’re phenomenal!!

@carrionsflower @statichvm @risingsh0t @simonxriley @tommyarashikage @confidentandgood @unholymilf @florbelles @thedeadthree @shellibisshe @aezyrraeshh @faerune @tekehu @jackiesarch @jacobseed @minaharkers @carlosoliveiraa @rosenfey @queennymeria @shadowglens @nokstella @imogenkol @heroofpenamstan @fenharel @alexxmason @pensdragon @rolangf @a-treides @solasan @bigbywlf @delzinrowe

Artists:

@delicateweapon @ummmmandy @qursidae @starsandskies @tobyjamessharp @loish @huchidori @taratjah @duckydrawsart @lesly-oh

Anime/Studio Ghibli:

@ryomenscurse @incepstla @immanime @tophbefong @airikki

Video Games:

@tarydarrington @boozerman @onewingedangels @bethesdas

Movies/TV Shows:

@quinnigallagherjones @ciisne @robbsstrk @kahhorri @laurasbailey @hrmionegranger

[nientedal]

Is it worth watching Megamind rules? I know I’m not the target, but I’m curious yet also really really nervous. I know it’s for a younger audience but I’m still very on the fence and nervous. Also, love your writing

Omg, thank you, and thank you also for asking and yes yes yes 100% it's worth watching! It got crapped on by a bunch of people who decided based on the trailer alone that it was going to suck (how fun, a movie about a guy who everyone decided would be bad despite not knowing him got a spinoff show that...everyone decided would be bad despite not watching it, lol), so there's a lot of hate out there for it. I'm assuming you've caught wind of some of that, and that's why you're nervous? But for what it's worth, I was staring at the screen like :D basically the whole time.

Some more specific notes below the cut, but the tl;dr is please do give it a chance, if you can find the time. A G-rated direct-to-stream spinoff show wasn't what a lot of people were hoping for, and there were some folks who watched it and didn't care for it. But from a writing and storytelling standpoint, I think it is genuinely good! If you go in expecting a cute kids' show with some silly jokes and social misfits finding their way forward together, and keep an open mind, I don't think you'll be disappointed-- in fact I think you may be pleasantly surprised.

Just a gentle heads-up on some stuff because I'm not sure what you've heard about the show yet, and I'm also not sure what your existing expectations are!

The show was given a shoestring budget and not a lot of time to go from writers' room to final product, and yes, there are places where you can tell. But that was always going to be the case-- Dreamworks was absolutely not going to be spending big bucks on a franchise they've barely even acknowledged in more than a decade-- and it wasn't the fault of the people making the show. And even with the low budget, I think the animation is still genuinely solid, especially in later episodes! The people who worked on it really did a great job with what they were given.

And the writing!!! Holy shit!!! My skin is clear my crops are watered etc. The original writers handled this project and they absolutely delivered. Megamind & Roxanne's whole Thing progresses and grows and blooms in a really sweet and realistic way. Roxanne & Chum have a great dynamic. (Minion's name needed to be changed for legal reasons, but the writers worked that into the show and I gotta say, as a trans person, it was really lovely to see everyone else respond to "actually, because of [spoiler], my name is Chum now" with "oh! cool okay" and just keep rolling. I love that that was modeled for kids.) The character development is tangible; we get to watch Megamind really grow as a person and come into his own over the course of the series. And the new characters are really fun-- I genuinely enjoyed Keiko and everyone else.

Even if you never watch it (it's OK if you don't!) please just know: this was not a cash grab; Megamind Rules was made by people who truly cared about this world and these characters.

It's also worth noting that Megamind Versus the Doom Syndicate (the extended pilot) recaps a bunch of the same lessons as the original movie, so it can feel a little bit "...didn't we JUST do this??" but I'm pretty sure that was because Dreamworks didn't want to rely on kids to watch a 13 year old movie rated PG instead of G in order to get context. So like, I get it. And it's still cute! But it did mean I was nervous about what the rest of the series would be like until I was laughing my ass off halfway through Episode 2. If you're nervous, you can probably skip MMVtDS.

But yeah. I truly do think Megamind Rules is worth watching, and I've been so sad about the reception it received. Thank you so much for asking about it, and not just deciding it sucks and moving on. I appreciate you.

[chvoswxtch]

Imagine Frank getting head from reader with a tongue piercing 🥰

nonnie...let’s discuss below the cut.

if you're under 18, look away.

this may be more information than you ever wanted to know about me, but as someone who has been…entertained, if you will, by someone with a tongue piercing-I feel like i'm qualified to speak on this. that being said...

frank castle & a partner with a tongue piercing

frank has never been with anyone that’s had a tongue piercing. I am like almost 100% certain of that. I think it’s something that would definitely intrigue him if he had a partner that had one

the first time he kisses you, like really kisses you with it, I think it would take some getting used to (it’s a different sensation) but eventually his mind would begin to wander because tongue piercings are sexy and you’re sexy so.

"feels like you got a bullet in your mouth. kinda tastes like it too. it ain't bad, though." "I...don't even wanna know why you know what that feels or tastes like, frank."

he’s such a gentleman sometimes, I feel like he doesn’t ask for head, unless he’s in a mood™️ (you feel me) like he’s just happy to fucking be there and get to touch you and if you’re gracious enough to offer your mouth to him, he’s not gonna say no

but he really fucking wants you to because he wants to know what it feels like with your piercing like he’s so curious about it and he finds himself getting hard when you talk because he can't stop looking at your tongue and he just keeps thinking about how good it would feel if you sucked him off with it

and since you can read him like a fucking book you know exactly what he wants but won’t ask for, but that doesn’t stop you from teasing the fuck out of him to make him extra sensitive because that’s where the real fun begins

you’d turn this giant mountain of a man into a puddle: lips trailing over every inch of his neck, hands slipping underneath his shirt to lightly trail your fingertips along his warm skin, fiddling with the buckle of his belt, ghosting your mouth over his earlobe asking so sweetly if he would let you try something when you both already know he would never deny you, especially not with you on his lap running your tongue over that spot at the juncture of his neck that makes him feral

“course, sweetheart. whatever you want, know you don’t gotta ask.”

and poor frankie is trying so hard to be patient and contain himself, moving his hips slightly upwards as you rocked yours on his lap slowly, soft grunts and noises getting caught in the back of his throat as his jeans get impossibly tighter

the second you sink between his knees onto the floor, frank’s jaw nearly falls along with you and his chest starts to rise and fall quickly because he knows exactly what’s coming and he can’t hide the excitement and hunger in his eyes

you don’t even bother teasing him anymore since he’s been so sweet and patient, you just get right to work freeing his massive cock from his jeans, keeping eye contact as you open your mouth to show him your tongue, watching the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly seeing the metal gleam in the dim light

and he nearly comes right there the first time he feels the metal ball glide along the sensitive slit of his tip because fuck he thought it would feel good-but it’s even better than he could’ve imagined

there’s a coolness to the metal despite the warmth from your mouth, and the light pressure of it gliding along the veins on his length as you take him further into your mouth drives him fucking crazy

he likes it the most when you focus on the head of his cock, enjoying the way the metal feels slipping along the most sensitive part of him, and his knuckles are solid white from gripping onto the edge of the couch so hard because he wants to come so badly because it feels so fucking good but he also doesn’t think he could handle it if you stopped

he’s never felt anything like it before and he can’t even speak to tell you how good it feels. his entire jaw is slack as he watches you in awe, doing his best not to buck his hips into your face, but then you look up at him through your lashes and smirk around his goddamn cock and he loses it

because he knows you figured him out. because you know him so fucking well. you always know what he wants, even if he never hints at it, and it’s one of the things he loves most about you

he’s never come as hard as does when he suddenly finishes in your mouth, and he’s so blissed out, he doesn’t even feel embarrassed about how fast he came as the sound of your cute giggles fills his ears entirely

he just grins when you tell him he should speak up if he wants something

“where’s the fun in that? I like your little surprises.”

[meiieiri]

there's a song that reminds me so much of harmony in the twilight hour... big star by lorde 🥹 i've always loved it but i love it even more now that i've read your story. ilysm !!

help this song was so good, im literally sitting in the laboratory i’m working at with literal tears in my eyes 😭 thank you for this nonnie ! 🥹 and i especially love the lines bc it’s so perfect for tojiyn’s tragic tale (and the fact that mc died in winter! 😭😭😭):

“but every perfect summer’s gotta take its flight, i’ll still watch you run through the winter light.”

—

i could just imagine toji going back to that port they used to go to in yokohama, a year after the mc’s death. he does everything he wanted to do with the mc when he still believed she’d get better: he’ll stroll down that boardwalk, he’ll buy two ice cream sandwiches (one for him, and one for you), he’ll ride the ferris wheel because the harbor recently opened a small amusement park, and he’ll watch the open sea wondering if you were right there next to him in spirit as the car reaches the top.

of course, he’ll take lots of pictures. that’s what you would have wanted, after all.

and by day’s end, toji will retrieve your ashes from the car and he’ll sit on the edge of the harbor’s boardwalk, your urn next to him as he tells you what he’s been up to this past year — how he went to your second honeymoon alone, the one you never got to go to, because you would have wanted that for him, how he kept everything in your home the way it is, how he took in that stray cat he always used to catch you feeding even when you were wheelchair-ridden as you neared the end of your life — he tells you everything, picturing your head thrown back in joyful laughter when he forces himself to crack jokes every now and then.

as the last sliver of daylight appears on the horizon, he knows it’s time, so he picks up your urn, sliding the lid open. he takes a deep breath then he ultimately casts your ashes into the sea as per your final wishes. he tearfully watches the wind pick up what remains of the love of his life, the same breeze gently settling you down onto your bed of sapphire waves.

he never remarries.

[myjealouseyes]

wolfstar!daughter n harry gettin a lil tipsy because their parents let them drink a glass or two after their parents annual dinner tgt.

the two are now in the living room, sitting next to each other, wolfstar!daughters leg on harrys lap, messing with the hems of their clothes (like both of them fidgeting w each othrs clothes) while the marauders clean up in the kitchen. the two are exchanging flirty remarks with each other to see who would break first due to the alcohol giving the both of them a boost of confidence, remus comes in and was greeted by the scene. looking amused, he called in the others and james secretly took take a picture/video.

(this is poorly written and my brain is fried but i promise i'll redo it after getting some sleep. also eng isnt my first language so i apologize for any grammar mistakes. andd i love your writing so much, it gives me inspiration and i aspire to write as good as you.)

NONNIE!!!!!!! Your brain is so big!

They’ve been walking in circles around each other for years. They’ve been close to confessing, but they never have. They both know the other one feels the same way, but they just don’t stay anything. Now they’re eighteen, Fresh out of Hogwarts and can now drink legally. What could go wrong?

A lot.

They had precisely one and a half glasses of wine before they stumbled into the living room to cuddle, like they always do. Except, this time it’s a little…more.

Harry’s hand snaking under her shirt to rub her stomach and wolfstar!daughter tracing shapes over his his chest lightly with her finger. Harry using his unoccupied hand to slide her leg over his lap PLEASELEABXENDNC.

They’re both doing some really heavy flirting, trying to see who’ll break first. Neither of them notice how close they’ve gotten until they’re nose to nose, breathing heavily and this 🤏 close to kissing.

[anantaru]

this is my new favorite anime

[baejax-the-great]

could you tell us more about the versions of ajax's death?

I would love to.

Ajax is an old, old myth that started out as part of an oral tradition, so it stands to reason that there were multiple versions of his death until the canonization of the epic cycle, but even then the story still evolved as various authors wrote their take on it.

I mentioned in a recent post that outside of Homer, Ajax was known to be invulnerable thanks to Heracles blessing him with the Nemean Lion skin. This makes killing him kind of tricky. Even in the Iliad, where Homer doesn't acknowledge the supernatural aspects of his heroes, Ajax is one of the few who doesn't sustain a single injury over the course of the story.

Like the myth of Achilles with the vulnerable heel, Ajax was said to have vulnerable areas. There was a version where he was the one shot in the heel with an arrow by Paris and he died from blood loss when the arrow was removed from his body back in camp, but more commonly he was vulnerable in his side or his throat (I am also very vulnerable to death when being stabbed in these areas). In most versions of his suicide depicted, he falls on his sword somewhere in his torso, so presumably he hits that specific vulnerable area in his side. I'm not sure if any of the suicides depicted have him piercing his own throat with his sword.

There was another pre-Homeric version of his death in which the Trojans killed him by throwing earth at him. I've chosen to interpret this as them attempting to bury him alive given that they cannot stab him to death. Interestingly, Ajax is the only Homeric hero whose dead body is interred rather than cremated, and a lot of theories have been proposed as to why. I think it was Sophocles who put it in his play that being interred was a punishment for his outrage against the other generals, but historians generally discount that interpretation. Interment was at no point considered a dishonorable way of dealing with a body, so it didn't make sense. Some historians hearken it back to other aspects of Ajax being anachronistic compared to his Iliad compatriots-- his shield, for example, is described in the older Mycenean style rather than getting the classical update contemporary with Homer's time like the rest of them. Most recently I read a theory that his interment might have been a nod to this history of invulnerability and the belief that covering an invulnerable person in dirt was the only way to kill them. Basically you give the person a direct route to the Underworld by sticking them... under the world.

Okay, but eventually everyone settled on the version of Ajax's death where he commits suicide. This version underwent substantial evolution over time. The oldest version (so far as I've seen as I wander my way through history books) goes like this: Agamemnon doesn't know what to do with the Arms of Achilles. He's afraid if he gives them to Ajax, the new Greatest of the Greeks, that the other men will lose their shit and start rioting (some may interpret this as a reflection of his piss poor leadership abilities). So, instead of making the call himself, he decides to let Trojans settle the matter. There are two version of this, one in which they ask their Trojan hostages to decide who is the better warrior, Ajax or Odysseus, and one in which they eavesdrop on some Trojan women talking about the warriors.

In both of these versions, Athena intervenes to make sure they declare Odysseus the victor. Two points here-- one is that in this oldest version of the story, Odysseus doesn't do anything to win. There's no trickery on his part. He's just there, and Athena picks him. The second point is that one of the key aspects of Ajax's character throughout all of his stories is that Athena fucking hates him. The feeling is kind of mutual. I could write a whole new post about this, but Odysseus doesn't factor into her decision necessarily--she's not favoring Odysseus, she's fucking over Ajax, who she hates.

After the decision, Ajax goes mad (more on this later), possibly kills some animals, and kills himself with Hector's sword.

It is only much later that we get versions where there is some sort of contest of words going on and complicity of Odysseus with Athena's scheme. This evolves more and more over time until it becomes "Ajax is an idiot who can't string two words together and Odysseus is a wordsmith." Whatever. Ovid's version is pretty hilarious with Ajax killing himself in front of everyone while bellowing something along the lines of "Try winning the war without me, dipshits."

The madness that Ajax suffers also changes over time. In the beginning, it's kind of vague. He goes mad. This could mean he got really super angry. It could also mean... he was put into a headspace where killing himself seemed like a reasonable response. Most people accept that state as a form of madness. It's only later that his madness is attributed to Athena--she made him mad rather than it being a natural consequence of his accomplishments going unacknowledged after ten years of war and also watching his friends die and lugging their corpses around etc etc. This also gets to the animals he slaughtered--in some version, he just does it. Because he's mad. In some versions, it's suggested he kills them because he won them for the Greeks, and if the Greeks don't appreciate him, by god they are not going to get to enjoy the spoils of his labor. Sorry, sheep. And in Sophocles' late version, Athena's madness causes him to imagine the cows are various Greek generals (Agamemnon and Odysseus and others) and he tortures them thinking he's torturing the generals. When he realizes what he's done, he kills himself.

What's interesting to me is that the evolution of Ajax's suicide seems to simplify his motives for doing so and make him a less compelling character. Well, he was driven mad by a goddess. And he wasn't very bright to begin with. And he killed himself to deny the Greeks his service (as if he couldn't have just gone the fuck home with all his cows).

The original suicide story as I understand it is a man who has proved himself ten times over, who everyone knows is the greatest among them, and who still gets passed over and disrespected by his fellow soldiers who all know the truth. There is nothing Ajax can do that will get other people to recognize him, and when he realizes this, that he will never accomplish his goals, this drives him "mad." He loses his purpose for living, and he dies.

[valeriianz]

I really liked your facial hair! Dream, if u wanted, could there be a part 2?

part 1!

While Hob was in a losing battle when it came to Dream’s facial hair, the Nightmare King-turned-human didn’t appear to have any qualms over the accumulated hair… elsewhere, on his person.

Not to say that Dream was completely hairless, before. He always had a thatch of hair on his pelvis, perhaps understanding that’s what Hob preferred? Or maybe Dream liked it? Hob never questioned it. But that would explain why Dream appeared so nonchalant about the additional hair currently growing on his body.

For starters, Dream seemed to enjoy the leg hair, curling up with Hob in bed and tangling their limbs, wrapping his ankle around Hob’s and sliding their bodies together, enjoying the friction.

The chest hair had been fun– Hob combing his fingers in wiry black strands in blind fascination– he’d never seen anything but smooth, pore-free skin on Dream before and didn’t know what to do with it. (He’d broken out of that trance real fast to nuzzle into it like a cat before fucking Dream and then coming all over his newly furred chest).

It was the stripe of hair, below Dream’s belly button, that was currently giving Hob pause.

Hob sat at his kitchen island, sipping on his morning coffee, and listening to Dream speak. 

Or, trying to. 

Dream wore a black tank top and a stolen pair of Hob’s flannel pajama bottoms, which were fighting for their life to stay on Dream’s narrow hips. Slunk low and exposing Dream’s Adonis belt and sharp hip bones that Hob loved tracing with his fingers and teeth.

Dream was saying something about the show they were seeing tonight as he stretched up on tiptoes to reach a box of cereal on the top shelf. Hob’s eyes traveled up from Dream’s gloriously firm abdomen to the tension in his bicep, resting his gaze on the flash of jet black armpit hair. Hob remembers how he’d been stunned silent, as always, by the underarm hair. Perhaps it was the transformation of Dream’s physical form, however minuscule, that got Hob all riled up. Hob was a strange person in that, he liked change. Reveled in it. If everything had stayed the same forever, he’s not sure he’d enjoy his immortal life. But that’s what made humanity so fun and fascinating… things were constantly changing.

And now Dream was, too.

Hob’s gaze shamelessly followed Dream as he moved, setting the box down on the counter and reaching up now for a bowl. Hob felt heat simmering in his belly as he took in his fill, the familiar coil of arousal beginning. He knew how Dream’s skin would taste; salty from sweat, but alkaline somehow, like seawater. It’s sweet too, cloyingly, like Dream was a delicacy to be sipped and nibbled upon, savored slowly and mulled over.

“Hob? Did you hear me?”

Hob hums distractedly as he blinks up at Dream from under his lashes.

The blue of Dream’s eyes seem to sparkle as he takes in Hob, gaze falling to the mug of coffee Hob still has his hand around, stuck to the countertop.

After a moment where Hob forgets that Dream asked him a question, he speaks up again, a knowing smile pulling up the corner of his lips.

“What are you so preoccupied with?”

“You,” Hob spoke at once, honestly. “I know I’ve said this before but humanity really does become you.”

Dream looked down at the bowl cupped in his hands and huffed quietly.

“How so?”

“Do you want me to tell you?” Hob managed to remember he had legs and hopped out of his chair, stepping around the island and into Dream’s personal space, grinning at the surprised, pleasant gasp that he made. He took the bowl out of Dream’s hands and set it on the counter. 

“Or, I could show you.” Hob finished, settling his hands on Dream’s waist, swiping his thumbs up and under the tank top, pulling him forward slightly.

“Mm…” Dream hummed, his eyes lowering in consideration. His own hands came up and set them on Hob’s– unfortunately– clothed chest, fingers twitching like he was making his mind up about something.

“Perhaps after breakfast.”

Hob swallowed a groan, pressing their foreheads together. He took another step forward, selfishly bringing attention to the semi in his pants and delighting in the sharp intake of breath from Dream.

“You love making me wait,” Hob grumbled, feeling a little pathetic but enjoying it nonetheless; how Dream seemed to preen under Hob’s impatience.

“I need sustenance, Hob.” Dream slipped his hands slowly up Hob’s shoulders and around, tangling his fingers lightly in his hair. He leaned in, lips brushing Hob’s ear as he spoke again, his low voice coupled with the words spoken making Hob’s spine vibrate. 

“My body is ravenous after the events of last night.”

“Christ, Dream–” Hob’s hips jerked forward of their own accord, viciously trying to hold himself back from crushing Dream against the counter and kissing him stupid. “You really do test my patience.”

Dream pulled back and smiled, sly, like a cat, before tilting his head and speaking again, tone light.

“I’m also quite sore.”

Something dark and possessive creeps up Hob’s spine at the words, spoken so casually with an air of pleasure. Because Hob knew Dream enjoyed it, liked the evidence of their love-making, being able to feel it the next day. He’d said so early on, when he was still Endless… that he would make it so Hob’s presence, his touch, would last, until Dream had Hob again. 

“I’ll go nice and slow then,” Hob murmured, sliding his hands around to Dream’s front and feeling that trail of hair below his belly button, following it up his sternum and combing his fingers through chest hair. 

Dream purred under the attention, lolling his head back and arching toward Hob’s touch.

“I’ll be so gentle…” Hob mouthed along Dream’s throat, peppering kisses along the line of his jaw– the stubble there scratching Hob’s chin and making him smirk, wondering when indeed Dream would allow the hair there to grow fully.

“I’ll open you up and take my time. I’ll be so careful…” Hob nipped Dream’s earlobe and felt the other man shudder, his very human heart thrumming under his skin. “You’ll be begging for it.”

That seemed to bring Dream back. Hob felt him swallow and chuckle lightly.

“Beg…” Dream said the word with a sour expression, getting his hands back on Hob’s chest and pushing gently, enough for Hob to lean back, but not enough to take his hands out from under Dream’s shirt. “You’re the one who can’t stop looking at me.”

Hob smiled so wide his teeth showed. He loved getting caught.

“You know, if you’re hungry–”

“Don’t say it–”

“-- I got something you could eat,” Hob finished anyway, laughing at the way Dream rolled his eyes, hard enough to take his head with it.

After a moment, Dream took Hob’s wrists and pulled his hands down, tangling their fingers together. 

“Will it pacify you for 10 minutes so I can resume breaking my fast?”

Hob hummed in mock consideration, biting down the all too satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“Perhaps.”

“Ah…” Dream grinned, and there was a sharp edge to it.

“Perhaps then,” he continued, turning away from Hob and back to his mission that was cereal. “... you can wait.”

Hob lowered his head to the nape of Dream’s neck in defeat, laughing.

“Tease,” he said without venom, nuzzling his nose briefly in the smattering of wiry hairs there as well.

“You love it.”

Hob hummed, winding his arms around Dream’s waist and nudged his crotch comfortably into his ass, smirking in victory as Dream accepted it, pushing back to meet him.

Hob exhaled a content sigh into Dream’s hair, lazily rolling his hips while Dream fixed his breakfast, pouring cereal into the bowl and following it up with milk.

“I do.” Hob conceded, watching and waiting until Dream ate the last bite of cereal before grabbing his arm and pulling him back into bed.