#everything sucks except my cat

[1roentgen]

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[lesbiansanemi]

For the first time since I can remember I did not hate every second around my family and… not only that actually…. Kinda enjoyed myself? Idk, just got home and I’m real tired but I think that’s just cuz I was up early and busy and then had the drive home. Christmas stuff and all that. My mom did…? Get me a pair of shoes that were lesbian colors…. I can’t tell if that was some insane coincidence and she didn’t know or her trying to say/do something all things considered. Apparently my siblings kept telling her I wouldn’t like them when she picked them out (which is fair I wear almost exclusively all black and mostly boots over tennis shoes) but she insisted so…. Mmm…. On the one hand I wish she would just like… say something? But if it was some weird way of being supportive I guess it was kinda sweet? Idk. I might be reading into it and it was just a coincidence

They also all insisted on helping me move in February which kinda has me like ???? Because I’ve moved four times since I’ve moved out and they have never once done a THING to help even when I lived much closer but I’ll take it cuz that means I won’t have to rent a truck cuz they’ll bring theirs and I won’t have to hire ppl to move the big furniture so that’s a lot of money I’ll be saving

They're also giving me one of the beds and mattresses from my great grandma's house since they've been clearing it out after she died a few months ago because when they asked what all I would I have to move and didn't say a bed and then explained my bed is a 20+yo mattress laid directly on the floor they were like :/ which obvi I know wasn't ideal I just couldn't afford to get a new one but now I won't have to. Obviously it's used but it's still only a year or so old they said, and I don't think I've EVER had a mattress that wasn't at least 15 years old so that'll be nice. I hope it helps some of my back issues...

Anyways, idk what fucking happened to these people in the span of a couple months but it kinda feels unreal

[b-blushes]

i will be honest. not feeling so good today.

group feeble weeping in 2 seconds then we get on with the day (resting and caring for ourselves as best we can) <3

[murmurmurl]

I made this OC like. uh. ~5 years ago or something

completely forgot how to draw cats so I'm putting this everywhere I can because I'm surprised (and very proud) that she looks decent

[eleventeenratsinaflannelsuit]

telling the psychiatrist who gets me my adhd medication that i dont have abnormal anxiety except now im pulling another anxiety-driven all nighter because every time i close my eyes i feel slightly like im going to die from thoughts

the moral of this story is dual enrollment sucks

[keeps-ache]

standing here in my star-patterned bathrobe holding a stylus while inscribing something onto my computer. it's wizard time baby

[golgafrincham]

enough forced positivity. i fucking give up

[devotedlystrangewizard]

as im getting closer & closer to the day that i will officially leave my hometown & go live with my dad i am starting to understand my ocs more

[fear-is-truth]

† 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — charlie mayhew x f!reader. | mdni

tags: mature content・mentions of religion・angst・flashbacks of smut・fem!reader・self-inflicted flagellation・blood・not proofread / wc: 1158

⟡ a/n: sorry if there are any grammatical errors or mistakes. english is not my first language

father charlie mayhew sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the white walls of his private chamber closing in around him. the small space was sparse, almost ascetic, with only a few religious artifacts cluttering the windowsill. the emptiness mirrored the discipline he tried to embody—from the polished metal sink in the corner to the stiff, neatly made bed beneath him. everything in his life was governed by order, by control—everything except you.

he glanced toward the tiny window where rain trickled down the glass, his chest tightening with a dull throb. leaning forward, he buried his face in his hands, fingers pressing into his temples as if he could will you away like a migraine.

but you were always there.

your fingers clawed at the buttons on his collar, desperate and needy—tugging him closer as he struggled to cling to any vestige of control he possessed. plushy lips brushed the edge of his neck, and he could hear the slight tremor in your breathing. “charlie,” you pleaded. not “father” this time. you had stripped him of that sacred title, and reduced him to a man in your arms—a sinner. your body pressed against him, warmth seeped through the fabric of his robes into his bones, hands traveling down the line of his chest, and it was at that point when he realised… he didn’t give a damn about sin or salvation.

rising to his feet, he stripped off his cassock, letting it slip past his shoulders before pooling on the floor. cool air bit against his skin, the bruises and scars on his back crisscrossed the pale skin in a web of guilt. charlie didn’t dare look in the mirror, couldn’t stand to see the evidence of his weakness. instead he knelt down and stared at the cat o’ nine tails resting on the bed before him, its nine strands splayed like serpents awaiting to strike. the handle was a rough wooden club, and as he gripped it tightly, his fingers brushed the frayed ends of the ropes, already darkened with blood and sweat from last night’s penance. he rearranged the nine strands carefully, spreading them out methodically before each lash.

he began to ease himself inside you, the tightness and warmth making him groan into the crook of your neck. he paused briefly, allowing you to place your hands on his shoulders, before fully sheathing himself, dragging out a broken moan from your lips. then he curled an arm around your waist, slowly withdrawing his hips, before thrusting inside you again.

he slammed the whip across his back, the sharp crack echoing through the small room. the nine strands bit into his skin like the nails that had once driven into his saviour’s flesh. pain was instantaneous, cutting through the haze of memory. he sucked in a breath as the second strike followed, then a third.

the heat of your skin burned under his fingertips, the sheets had tangled around your legs in a twisted mess of linen and heat, as you arched beneath him, crying out his name—charlie—over and over, like a prayer. his hand tightened on your waist, guiding your hips against his, guilt warring with the heady pleasure that coursed through him with every deep thrust. he pressed you into the mattress, lips tracing the column of your throat as your thighs clenched around his waist.

charlie’s grip faltered, his body hunching forward as he gasped for air. he could feel blood dripping down his back, onto the floor, but he didn’t care. he deserved this. he needed this.

the punishment was supposed to cleanse him. it was supposed to scourge away the sin. (it never worked, not really.)

he laid the whip down, trembling as he reached out to rearrange the strands, spreading them evenly across the bed before lifting it again. his hands shook as he braced himself for the next blow, muscles tensing as if to ward off the pain he knew was coming.

“don’t stop,” you begged, voice cracking as his body moved against yours, the sudden clench of your walls leaving him dizzy. the sheets were a tangled mess, your hands clutching at them. but it hadn’t been the sheets you clung to in the end—it had been him.

with a swift motion, he brought the whip down again. the impact sent a shockwave of agony through his body, his knees buckling slightly under the force. a guttural sob tore through his chest. fresh welts overlapped the scars from the previous nights, the pain melding together into one throbbing, pulsing reminder of his weakness.

(charlie mayhew was a weak, pathetic man.)

“you’re so beautiful,” you murmured as your nails scraped along his back, leaving faint red marks in their wake. his hips rutted into yours with a rhythm that had made him forget who he was. hand slid beneath the sheets, fingers digging into your flesh before he buried himself deep inside you. you let out a strangled moan, biting down on your lip as your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, and it took everything in him not to cry out in response, to keep his own sinful need locked behind his clenched teeth.

the pain was nearly unbearable now, his skin raw and bleeding from the repeated lashes. but still, he struck again, his eyes squeezing shut against the images of you.

(the memory of you writhing beneath him, the sheets twisted around your bodies as his hips rolled into yours, was burned into his soul.)

agony built to a crescendo, the sharp sting of the rope tearing at his flesh, but it still wasn’t enough. it was never enough. chest heaving, he let the whip fall from his hands and clutched the edge of the bed for support. his back was a mess of blood, bruises and torn skin, but the pain in his back was a dull throb compared to the ache in his chest.

you had told him, in the quiet of your shared sin, that you loved him. he hadn’t responded. he couldn’t. because if he had said it back, it would have made everything worse. he couldn’t love you—not the way you wanted him to. not the way he already did.

charlie ran a hand through his hair, slick with sweat, staring blankly at the white walls that had seen too many nights like this one.

he didn’t know how many more nights like this he could endure. how many more times he could sit on the edge of his bed, flogging himself for the pleasure he found in your arms. how many more lashes it would take to absolve him of the sin of loving you.

you were worth every drop of blood, every sting of the rope. you were his temptation, his punishment, and his salvation all at once. he would willingly suffer for you, again and again.

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[not-the-cheese]

one sentence summaries of every TMA episode

(1-60 i'll add more soon)

part 2 up!

world's most effective anti-smoking PSA

man DOES NOT open coffin. everyone claps.

woman is judgemental towards neighbor even though she has hobbies that are just as weird.

book makes multiple people fall off chair.

man finds bag of teeth and decides he absolutely needs to fuck around and find out.

worm sti.

there was a SCARY MAN in the WAR.

fuck this tree

well at least ted bundy was a great father :)

i'm like 55% sure vampires are real and i'm willing to take those odds

bitches be dying. you're next.

we kill this man because he made the soda too warm.

sorry ur husband's dead. maybe get some help.

Unbox with me ! (GONE WRONG)

hah i'm safe from this one because i have decided to Never Go Into a Cave Ever.

man is so annoying about this spider that even his cat can't be bothered

man's bully finds a book about a Bone Turner and subsequently begins turning people's bones.

this guy sucks at DIY home improvement

aw maybe this priest didn't do anything THAT bad!

oh fuck nevermind

THE SKY ATE MY SON.

the worms stole my identity. i haven't left the house in days.

man beats german children at game of bravery and wins a coin (he later loses this coin)

my ex boyfriend gets casted in the muppets and dies

sorry mom, i've abandoned jesus for a new religion : jesus in the dark.

tall squiggly and HANDsome

old man arm wrestles demon through door knob

the buzzfeed unsolved guys finally catch a ghost but it's their sound tech

immortality but at what cost

working at the big meat factory was so traumatizing it made me vegetarian

i go to america and get almost killed by a furry

well if you love that wasp nest so much why don't you MARRY it (and then she did)

antisocial boat crew bands together to exclude one guy from a midnight party. he dies from the rejection.

bone apple teeth

remember when that norwegian guy threw a tantrum about us not digging a hole? turns out we were right to not dig that hole.

babe come over my parents have taken ill and passed away

man fucks around and it costs him everything

HOMOPHOBIC CHINESE VASE

oh god oh fuck the worms are here

thank you for participating in worms! please rate your wormsperience from 1 to 10.

the wormsperience has left me deeply scarred. i'm going to get lost in a tunnel about it.

🎸music makes me loose control🎸

spooky stories to tell at the next police slumber party

child threatens to run away and join the circus one too many times, and now the circus has come to cash in.

these mosquitoes are mad sus

man frequents local barnes and noble and then dies(?) after liking a book too much.

realtor gets eaten by the backrooms twice. it's a terrible shame.

both me and this weird goth dude have an unsatisfying italy vacation

guy who turns people's bones gets a new job where he continues to turn people's bones.

man who should never be allowed to build prisons builds a prison.

Something Big Is In The Water.

what if u heard me about 15 feet behind you fumbling around and calling out ur name 😳 (and we were both prison guards)

i'm going to be honest i didn't retain anything from this episode except that this guy has the silliest old man voice ever

everybody hates the tax man, including these creepy taxidermy animals

hmmgh. ant house.

so turns out being only 55% sure that vampires are real in my career as a vampire hunter has had some consequences.

the only thing keeping you company in space is your abandonment issues

🎶 the snack that smiles back 🎶 (my husband!)

maybe the real treasure was the house siblings we encased in spider web along the way.

your dead brother wrote books about ancient myths and WHAT

Part 2

[tteokdoroki]

nagi has beef with any of your pets cuz why do they get to lay around all day but he doesn’t :(

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— feline foe + seishiro nagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — strangers to enemies except it’s nagi and your pet cat.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, semi-smutty, mentions of sex, suggestive towards the end, dry humping, owning a cat lol, the cat walks in on you, established relationship, pro player!nagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — thank u lambie for sending me this ! i thought it was too cute an idea not to write! also i queued this to post on nagi’s bday so happy bday to my bf <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

it might sound vain, but nagi was sure that before it arrived, he was the centre of your universe.

he had all of your attention, always. you went out of your way to bring him lunches at the stadium during practices and helped him drink water or energy drinks on the pitch at his games because you liked to believe that it would bring him good luck and he let you. his teammates heave with jealousy each and every time.

when your days were done, you’d let nagi settle his head in your lap while you brush back his hair and scratch at his scalp — letting him game to his heart's content in your company. nagi might have been pampered too and much to the point where he expected to have all of your attention… so he doesn’t quite understand why all of it shifts to a brand new presence in your lives. 

your cat. 

miruku. milk.

it’s a ridiculous name for an animal, nagi thinks, it’s a pest. annoying. but he couldn’t say no to you when you’d brought the stray cream-coloured kitty home, soaked in rain from where you’d chased it around his apartment complex trying to bring it inside. if he said no to you, that would’ve been another issue in itself — and nagi hated when you fought. it was bothersome having you play silent treatment.

so you keep it, the kitten, and everything changes for seishiro nagi. for the worst.

miruku can do everything nagi isn’t allowed to nd gets away with it as well. he raids the fridge if you leave it open, doesn’t have to pay to replenish it because of course cats don’t have income. he wakes you up at ungodly hours for playtime which usually consists of you sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking around a ball of yarn for the kitty to play with. it’s irritating for nagi, having your warmth stolen away from him and pulling him out of the depths of slumber by your lack of presence— all because the stupid cat wants to play ball and you just can’t seem to say no to it. 

the feline that’s suspiciously close to looking like your boyfriend if he were to be an animal is also allowed to sleep in. miruku naps where he pleases, in the linen closet, the corner of the kitchen where the water pipes run hot, on top of the drier and especially by the front door where he trips up nagi on the way in from practices. it’s like the cat is purposely trying to make the pro-player’s life even more difficult than it’s meant to be and you find it’s every single movement adorable. 

the worst place miruku could possibly nap is seishiro’s favourite spot— on your chest. nuzzled against your boobs on a warm sunday afternoon where your boyfriend should be, where your boyfriend should be making you giggle by sucking hickies into your neck while he thumbs at the skin underneath your breasts. he should be suckling on the sweet expanse of your skin lazily, working you up just enough to offer yourself up to appease seishiro’s insatiable appetite.

and its so sick that he can’t because of your pampered little pet. you’d just brush him off and tell him ‘you’ll get your turn later, sei,’ which makes nagi hate that stupid fucking cat even more than anything.

you don’t ever let seishiro sleep in these days, ripping the blankets from his tall frame every morning with a slice of toast hanging from between your pretty lips as you say. “get up sei, wake up for me, baby.” you coo sweetly, briefly letting go of your breakfast to kiss his forehead before you rush out of the door. “i won’t be happy if isagi or reo have to wake you up for practice. ‘kay?”

“mmm…lil’ longer. please angel.” he groans but you weave your fingers through his snow white locks to scratch at his scalp before you tug on them slightly. 

“up. seishiro nagi. i’ll see you later!” the tone you use is warning, and prompts nagi to shift int he sheets to get out of bed. 

he huffs, stretching his limbs a little too similarly to your kitty companion before the realisation hits— miruku is laying in your spot, comfy and cosy. sleeping. and it only pisses him off more. that should be him.

“you’re a pain.” seishiro narrows his eyes at the snoozing feline, scratching it under the chin and the twitch of miruku’s ears tells him that he’s been acknowledged as a rival. 

so be it. 

“how come this cat gets away with everythin’ ‘nd i don’t?”

nagi whines into your neck, watching with darkened and narrowed eyes as his feline opponent hops up onto the couch to join you both in your late night cuddle session. miruku makes his presence known, pushing his head under your chin affectionately and clawing at the fluffy blanket draped over you and your boyfriend. you obviously find it adorable, your hands slipping from seishiro’s soft white hair to tickle just behind your pet’s ear— completely discarding the man tucked into your side. 

“what are you talking about, sei?” you mumble absentmindedly — missing the way the striker squirms in his seat and squeezes you close by the waist, as if to pull you away from the offending kitty.

seishiro grumbles out a response. “he gets to sleep in, but when i do it, it’s a bother. same for when he gets in the fridge too, and when i nap on top of you—“

“stop complaining about him, sei. miruku is just a baby!” you scold your boyfriend, hugging your kitten to your chest, cooing down at him as if he really is a baby. nagi seethes from beside you, that should be him in your arms and not some cat-like freeloader from the streets. miruku blinks up at the white-haired pro player slowly, his mouth opening in a petty meow that almost makes nagi hiss back in response. 

“i’m supposed to be your baby.”

“and you are! but you’re just a little more self-sufficient than my precious lil’ kitty— he needs me to take care of him.” 

“why don’t you just take care of me? cats are s’pposed to be independent,” seishiro nuzzles into your neck, his lips still pouty against your skin and you’d be a liar to say you weren’t overwhelmed with affection for your two boys. “‘n looking after the two of us must be a drag…” 

rolling your eyes, you turn your head to capture nagi in a surprise chaste kiss just to sate him— brushing your lips over his delicately. “i do take care of you, seishiro. some might say you’re a little spoilt with how much i do,” smiling into the kiss, you scratch your nails through his scalp in the way that he likes, a lot similar to your feline friend before jumping up from the couch with a clap of your hands. “now which one of my boys is hungry?”

miruku is promptly shooed to the floor beside a frustrated nagi left without your warmth. the pair share a brief moment of eye contact as your boyfriend runs a hand over his face in annoyance. 

“i hate you.”

“meow.”

the final straw for nagi is the night your cat makes it into the bedroom while you’re having sex. 

he’s pent up, training has been more intensive than usual and all he wants to do is come home and lose himself in you. you let him, falling into the sheets with seishiro nagi, your hands lost in his sea of perfectly soft white hair, your mouth on his, your legs wrapped around the small of his waist as he sinks into you for the first time in a long time. you share a moan, muffled by nagi’s tongue working it’s way down your throat and his entire body weight thrown over you. 

somehow he manages to tear through your clothes, tongue hungrily lapping over your pert nipples while you tug his aching cock free from the confines of his shorts. tears sting at your waterline as nagi presses into your cunt without much prep. he’s so big, you feel as though he might already be kissing your cervix without even moving and you tug hard on his hair at the feeling of nagi twitching within your walls.

“s-sei, god. fill me up s’good—!”

he cuts you off with a throaty moan, eyes rolling back as he gives an experimental thrust. “s’no fair…s’pretty. so tight around me, fuck, angel…”

the moment is perfect, he’s dizzy with love and desire and all caught up in the heat it all… that is until your stupid fucking cat starts screaming bloody murder from outside your locked door. 

“leave it,” seishiro grunts, pawing at your sides and languidly rolling his hips into yours. “s’probably nothin’, angel.” 

you gasp and nod, delirious with ecstasy and pull him closer but miruku seems to whine again— scratching pathetically at the door. “sei, what if—?” 

“he’s fine, jus’ focus on me, pretty thing.” and for the most part you try, you let nagi have his way with you— let him pin you to the bed and make you see galaxies and you’re both about to burst when he swears to the fucking stars he feels that cat’s paw between his balls. 

he doesn’t remember what happens next, just that he sees red or turns it and you are equally as embarrassed— shuffling out of the room to deal with your pesky cat, draped in one of sei’s spare hoodies. 

that’s when nagi decides he’s had enough. 

his final plan isn’t to get rid of miruku but instead to steal your attention away from the dumb animal. 

nagi puts a little more effort into cleaning up himself and the house for you once he gets back from practice at blue lock ( after multiple face times to barou and isagi, reo and others ). he stops by a flower shop and puts together an arrangement that he thinks you’ll like because the colours remind him so much of you. 

when you come home, your eyes light up at the bouquet on your sparkling countertops and the sight of your boyfriend lounging around in your kitchen on his phone. “baby, did you get these for me?” you swoon. 

“yeah. on the way back from practice i went to that flower shop you always talk about.”

“sei, that’s not even on the way home,” you smile and his heart flutters in his chest. “you didn’t have to go out of your way for me.”

nagi bristles with happiness as you make your way into his arms of your own accord and hide your face in his toned chest. “i’d do anything for you, angel,” he mumbled into your hairline and uses a finger to tilt your head up for a gentle kiss, quickly distracting you from miruku who’s jumped up onto the counter. “missed you, s’much.” he knows exactly what he’s doing when he presses his cock between your thighs, dropping his lips to your neck wetly. 

“m-missed you too, sei but…gotta feed the cat…” 

your kitten purrs at your side but seishiro rolls you over, nailing your hips down to the countertops and grinds into you feverishly. his plan is working. 

“no buts, need you. god… s’not fair bein’ away from you f’so long. baby…fuck.” he’s whiny and needy, grabbing handfuls of your ass to slide you back and forth on his growing erection so that you become putty in his hands. you’re so lightheaded that you don’t even hear your cat meowing for your attention— clinging onto nagi’s broad shoulders for dear life. “unless you want me to stop?”

you blink up at your boyfriend, teary eyed and ravenous— for once not reaching out instinctively to pet miruku but instead reaching up to tug on seishiro’s soft snowball locks and bring him down to your height. “i don’t want you to stop, seishiro,” you growl, your voice dipping into sensual and sultry territory. “i want you to fuck me.” 

“can do, angel.” he coos, letting you drag him by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

nagi throws a smug look over his shoulder at your unhappy cat, grinning from ear to ear as miruku hisses at him in defeat.

nagi: 1 - miruku: 0

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

How they sleep...headcanons

Includes my beloved Iruka, darling Kakashi, and dear Itachi (with bonus additions of lovely Shikamaru and sweet Sasuke) GN!Reader

Warnings: tad bit of language, and some raunchy bits (nothing crazy, reader discretion advised), tell me if this sucks

Masterlist💿

Iruka

He loves, loves, LOVES to cuddle

Even on the hottest nights of the year, Iruka still has his arm thrown over you, unable to get valuable sleep unless his bare skin was touching yours

Dies over being little spoon, adores it, and is internally screaming when you pull him close in your sleep

Sleeps in a pair of boxers, with the occasional t-shirt if he expects it to be especially cold in the night - the skin-to-skin contact with you usually keeps him plenty warm

Grinds his teeth in his sleep, and it makes his jaw pop in a painful way - but he refuses to get a nightguard because he heard it would make him drool

His hair gets messy in the night with how much he moves, but they're easy knots

Mumbles in his sleep, nothing coherent unless you prompt him, but he will always reply 'I love you more' even in the deepest slumber

Kakashi

Sleeps like the dead

If he's truly comfortable, Kakashi could sleep through a tornado without so much as a stir

That said, you will be locked into whatever position you fall asleep with him in, and he insists upon falling asleep with his limbs entangled with yours

Kakashi goes through violent hot and cold swings in the night, because his internal thermostat is broken - he doesn't move a muscle, used to the sweats/chills, but it prompts you to move around him according to the temperature swings

Gets multiple erections during the night

Has about fifty pairs of pyjama pants, some even have matching shirts, but will almost always fall asleep in his boxers

Sometimes, even if he does fall asleep with pyjama pants, he'll take them off in a half asleep daze at some point in the night

Goodnight kisses are a must every single night and good morning kisses are necessary every single morning, Kakashi's favourite part of getting to sleep next to you was the fact that your face was the first and last he saw in a day

Groans in his sleep, occasionally sighs your name, but is very silent and still, except for his face, scrunching up every ten minutes it seemed

Itachi

Goddamn somebody get this emmaciated man a warm bed and a long cuddle

He doesn't sleep much, and when he does, it's not continuous

Clenches his jaw while he sleeps, making it pop and lock throughout the night

Needs everything to be pitch dark and quiet as church service for him to hit even Stage 3 sleep, Itachi sleeps like a cat and will rouse with any noise

Frequent nightmares, and if he's having a peaceful sleep, it's dreamless

Sleeps best after a few orgasms

Loves feeling your body curled against him, so much so that even while sleeping, he'll stroke your back and whisper his adorations

Itachi always wakes up first and then stares at you until you wake up, he might play with your hair a little, but otherwise will just watch you sleep soundly

When you wake up, if there's time, he'll roll around with you, cuddling and kissing for an hour or two before he starts getting antsy to get up

Shikamaru

Falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, but that never stops you from cuddling up close

About twice a week, he falls asleep fully clothed, and you have to peel the clothes off his uncooperative ass or else he'll get all whiny in the morning, waking up in yesterday's clothes without a hangover

Truly a sweetie, Shikamaru's always pulling at you while he sleeps - never hard enough to pull you right to him, but enough for your unconscious mind to get the hint

Favourite thing is spending entire mornings with you in bed, talking, cuddling, smoking

Ticklish as hell so you cannot just be wandering your hands over him while he's sleeping; he'll smack you away harshly and turn away (but not remember anything in the morning)

Will fully open his eyes and sit up at various points in the night, say something strange, then just go back down

You keep a small notebook to write down the ones you catch because you love how embarrassed Shikamaru gets to hear what he was saying in his sleep (he lowk finds it interesting as hell though)

Goes through phases where he cannot sleep, but hates it when you insist on staying up with him

Nah jk he loves the fact that you're willing to disrupt your own schedule for him but would never ever ask you to do so himself

Sasuke

Has a very long getting ready process; including a 40-minute long bathroom routine, the selecting of pyjamas, then he might like to read a book to fall asleep in lieu to cuddling with you

Spending so many formative nights without so much as a goodnight from someone he cared about forced him to start this process as a way for him to say goodnight to himself

Likes it when you join him, but if he's had a long day, prefers to do his routine alone

While he reads, or stares out the window wistfully, he's not opposed to you lying on his chest and will kiss your forehead as you drift off to his heartbeat

Sasuke's always cold, so you guys have quite the thick duvet and he's always wrapped to the chin when you wake up

He prefers to wake up first, preparing tea for two before he wakes you up as gently as he knows how to

Gets out of bed immediately after opening his eyes, always ready to start the day (though much to his chagrin)

[vivwritesfics]

Lando Norris Masterlist

All of my Lando imagines, blurbs and series can be found here

NAVIGATION

Series (I have a lot of Lando series to be written)

Rich Kids Club

(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Set The World On Fire

Imagines

Petit Monstre

Lando Norris + Y/N Leclerc = In Love LandY/N + Charles Leclerc = One very angry big brother

Lando Norris HC's

Exactly what it says on the tin

Horse Girl

High school sweethearts Lando and Y/N are very in love (she also happens to be Flo's best friend and they met through their yards)

Saying Goodbye

This is another one for the horse girls. A social media AU dealing with Y/N losing her horse and the grief that follows

For You Page

Lando finds his girlfriend TikTok, it isn't what he expects

On Stream

While Lando streams, his girlfriend tries to study. Except she couldn't study, not when her boyfriend was so damn distracting (and he was really trying his best to be distracting)

Rockstar GF

lando is obsessed with his rockstar girlfriend. His rockstar girlfriend is obsessed with him

Hurry Up Little Norris

Lando and his wife are expecting

Little Pig

Lando, his girlfriend, and their unconventional pet

Three Apples Tall

Lando and the readers son is insecure about how short he is. But he got his height from his dad and it was one of the reasons reader fell in love with him.

Best Dad Ever

Lando is the best girl dad. When his little girl wants to ride horses, he makes it happen

Little Terrors

Lando Norris wants to jump his wife's bones. She has to remind him of the consequences of unprotected sex

What Could Have Been

Lando Norris is dead. He isn't human, he doesn't remember being human. Well, he didn't remember, not until he saw her. Until he saw her and her baby bump.

Rock The Ship

Pirate Captain Norris has something very special in his possession. Until its stolen from him. He'd do anything to get it back, and I mean anything

Blurbs

Heartbreak boy

Comatose P1

Comatose P2

Comparative

Smitten

Colours

Home Cooked

Had Enough (the burnt out student)

Lando and bimbo reader

Lando's too big

Lando's girlfriend has tattoos

Finger sucking with Lando

Reader Finds out she's a bet

Aftercare with dom lando

jealous lando x musician reader

best friends drunken mistakes

dom lando against his car

lando sneaking reader out of the house after one night stand

verstappen hears them fucking

there was only one bed

sex injuries

horny chocolates

migraines

Lando and his pr manager

lando x bookwork reader

lando's girlfriends have cats

Lando x sick reader

baby = papaya

First time together

magnet collecting

lando isn't aware of his own strength

hufflepuff!lando

lando + situationship

Little spoon lando

lando's girl can drive

they're defo not sleeping together who said that

drunk lando

can't fall asleep

jealous lando

period

the bracelet thing

lando x volleyball

lando x horse girl

phone sex

verstappen

Fuck everything else

Ferrari fan

throatpie

teasin'

lando win thing (fluff)

choking kink

post race blowy

moving

waking up in the same bed

supportive Lando

Little Lando Norris

demon lando

play fighting

friends to lovers

grumpy

scary dog privileges

Frat boy! lando 3+1

original frat!

nipple piercings

dick suckin'

nudes

[mingi-s-dimples]

Little Kitten - San

KINKTOBER DAY 13, REQ. BY anon

~"This could be combined with the previous idea, or a fic on its own, do whatever you feel like. San gifting the reader cat lingerie (idk what it's called, but essentially cat ears, a collar with a bell, paw mittens and a tail with a butt plug). He puts them on the reader and fucks her. Some kinks I'd like to see: PRAISE, San telling the reader to suck his fingers, teasing, marking, calling the reader princess, maybe reader's hands being restrained by handcuffs/ a tie/ rope or just San using his one of his hands. Just soft San."

pairing: san x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filthish

summary: Your boyfriend got you a super nice birthday gift... which you later try it on and get fucked senselessly.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: dom!san, pleasure dom!san, collar, cat ears, cat mittens, use of toys (buttplug), orgasms (both m & f), fingering, manhandling, unprotected (boo wrap up irl!), completely consensual, for sure forgot something, completely unedited.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for being so behind 😞😞😞 I'm gonna make up for them *I promise*. I love y'all and I kinda liked this fic? Anon I hope you're happy with my fic, I personally liked it ^^

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

It was the evening of your birthday, and the anticipation had been building all day. The thought of spending your special day with San filled you with excitement. You had spent the week planning the perfect night—just the two of you at your place, a cozy dinner, some video games, and then whatever the night would bring. San had always known how to make you feel special, and tonight, you couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for you.

The table was set with your favorite meal, and the living room was softly lit by the warm glow of candles, casting a romantic ambiance over the room. San arrived just as you were putting the final touches on everything, his smile as bright and charming as ever. He held a small gift bag in one hand, his other hand tucked behind his back, hiding something that piqued your curiosity.

“Happy birthday, baby,” San said as he stepped inside, pulling you into a warm embrace. His scent, a mix of his cologne and something distinctly him, wrapped around you, making you feel instantly at ease.

You smiled against his chest, savoring the closeness. “Thank you, San. I’m so glad you’re here.”

He pulled back just enough to look down at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Dinner was filled with laughter and conversation, the two of you falling into the comfortable rhythm you’d established over the course of your relationship. San was always full of energy, his playful nature lighting up every room he walked into, and tonight was no different. He cracked jokes, teased you about how seriously you took your cooking, and made you feel like the most important person in the world.

After dinner, you both moved to the living room, settling in front of the TV for a few rounds of your favorite video games. You and San had a playful rivalry when it came to gaming, and tonight was no exception. You laughed as he fumbled with the controls, and he smirked when he narrowly beat you in the last round.

“Maybe I’m letting you win because it’s my birthday,” you teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

He grinned, his dimpled smile making your heart skip a beat. “Maybe you’re just bad at the game.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. Being with San was effortless. Every moment felt natural, full of affection and joy. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, you found yourself glancing at the gift bag he had brought in earlier, wondering what surprises were hidden inside.

San caught you looking and chuckled softly. “Someone’s a little eager, huh?”

You bit your lip, trying to play it cool, but the curiosity was killing you. “Maybe just a little.”

He reached for the bag, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the moment. “Okay, since you’ve been patient… Happy birthday, again.”

He handed you the bag, and you carefully opened it, your heart pounding with excitement. Inside, nestled in a small velvet box, was a delicate white gold necklace. The pendant was simple yet elegant, a small, shimmering stone set in the center that caught the light beautifully.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at it, your fingers tracing the cool metal. “San, it’s gorgeous…”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth. “Here, let me put it on for you.”

You turned around, pulling your hair to the side as San carefully fastened the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. When he was done, you turned back to face him, your fingers lightly touching the pendant.

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, smiling up at him.

San leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Not as perfect as you.”

His words made your heart swell, and you couldn’t help but lean in for a quick kiss, your lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering moment of affection. But San wasn’t done yet. He had something else planned.

“There’s one more gift,” he said, his voice lower now, a hint of mischief creeping into his tone.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Another one?”

He reached behind the couch, pulling out a second, slightly larger box. This one was wrapped in sleek black paper, a sharp contrast to the elegance of the necklace. He handed it to you, and your hands felt a little shaky as you unwrapped it, not sure what to expect.

As you opened the lid, your eyes widened. Inside was a set of black lingerie, delicate and revealing, along with something else—cat ears, a pair of paw mittens, a collar and a matching tail.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the sight of the playful, slightly daring outfit. You looked up at San, your eyes wide, unsure of what to say.

He was watching you with a knowing smile, his eyes full of affection but also a flicker of something more intense. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

You bit your lip, feeling a flush of heat creeping up your neck. The idea of wearing something so bold made your heart race, but the thought of doing it for him, of the way he might look at you, made you just as eager.

“I… I love it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

San’s smile widened, and he reached out, taking the ears from the box and holding them up. “You want to try it on?”

You nodded, unable to find the words, your body already humming with excitement. San stood, moving to stand behind you. He gently placed the cat ears on your head, his fingers brushing through your hair as he adjusted them. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, and it made your pulse quicken.

Next came the paw mittens, soft and plush, fitting snugly over your hands as he slid them on. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring every second of dressing you. You couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through you, the intimacy of the moment making your heart pound.

Finally, San picked up the lingerie set, the collar and the tail. He looked at you, his eyes dark with anticipation, and nodded toward the bedroom.

“Let me help you with the rest,” he said, his voice full of promise.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry, but nodded. You felt nervous, excited, and overwhelmed all at once, but there was no denying the anticipation bubbling up inside you. San always knew how to make you feel comfortable, no matter what, and you trusted him completely.

As you walked toward the bedroom, the soft glow of the candles from earlier flickered behind you, casting a warm light over the room. San followed closely, his hand resting gently on your lower back, guiding you forward.

The night was just beginning, and you had a feeling your birthday was about to get a lot more memorable.

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San started undressing you. He took his sweet time, firstly pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra. Then he took that off too, softly but eagerly replacing it with the black, transparent lace bra that he got you. Your nipples hardened at his touch, visible through the cloth that was now barely covering anything. His hands then trailed on your body to your waist, the man in front of you going on one knee. Both his hands pulled off your panties, slowly but surely, as his lips flew to your inner thighs, leaving sloppy kisses behind. He sucked some light marks as close to your cunt. San then put on the panties he got you, matching with the bra, so.. still extremely revealing.

"Let's see, my love. Come here" he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, gently guiding you to stand between his legs. His eyes gleamed with desire as he pulled you closer, running his hands up your thighs. He grinned slightly as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin, teasing you.

"You're so beautiful," San whispered, his voice low and filled with admiration. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along your stomach, moving slowly upwards, his lips warm and inviting. He took his time, savoring every inch of you, his touch becoming more deliberate.

One of his hands slid around to your back, pulling you even closer, while the other stayed at your waist, fingers tracing patterns on your skin. His touch was both calming and electrifying, a contrast that had you breathing harder, anticipation growing with every second.

"Do you feel it, love?" he murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin. "This...this is all for you."

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and desire. His hands explored your body with a kind of reverence, as though each touch was meant to savor, not rush. His lips continued their slow ascent, brushing just under your breasts before trailing back down to your navel. The heat from his breath left a trail of goosebumps, heightening every sensation.

"Tell me what you want," San's voice was low and gravelly, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine, "it's your birthday, after all. I want to spoil you". His hands, now gripping your hips, pulled you closer until your legs brushed against his. He leaned back slightly, eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your answer. The weight of his gaze made it impossible to ignore how much he was holding back, his restraint barely veiling his own desire.

Your heart raced, his question lingering in the air, thick with promise. He shifted slightly on the bed, his fingers playing with the edge of your panties, teasingly pulling at the fabric but not fully removing them. It was clear he wanted to hear you say it, to claim this moment together.

"Y-you..I want you." you confidently but softly said, climbing onto his lap. He took you in his embrace, both of his hands flying to your ass, squeezing harshly.

A soft chuckle escaped San’s lips as he felt your body press against his. His grip on you tightened, his hands kneading your flesh with a mixture of urgency and care. His lips found your neck, planting slow, deliberate kisses that sent sparks through your body. He pulled you even closer, your core pressing against the growing hardness beneath him.

"That's all I needed to hear," he murmured against your skin before biting down softly, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. His hands slid up your back, pulling you flush against him as he let his tongue flick over the spot he just bit.

San’s mouth continued its descent, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. His hands moved back down, thumbs tracing along your waist as his lips found your collarbone. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin. "Let me show you how much I love spoiling you," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire.

With that, he flipped you over onto your back, his body now hovering above yours. The look in his eyes was dark, intense, and filled with the promise of everything he intended to do. He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over every curve of your body, claiming you fully with each touch, each kiss, as though savoring every moment of the gift that was this night.

San’s kisses grew more passionate, each one drawing you deeper into the moment. His lips traveled along your jawline, down to your chest, where he paused, taking in the sight of you beneath him. His hands trailed down your sides, their warmth leaving your skin tingling in their wake. Slowly, he began to move lower, his mouth following the path his hands had traced.

He pressed his lips against the swell of your breasts, kissing and sucking lightly before making his way to your stomach. Every touch, every caress was deliberate, teasing you with the slow build of anticipation. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the effect he was having on you.

"You deserve this," he murmured between kisses. "All of this."

His hands hooked around the waistband of your panties, and with a slow, tantalizing pull, he slid them off, his eyes never leaving yours. He hovered above you, fingers brushing gently against your inner thighs, his breath warm and steady as he let the anticipation hang in the air.

For a moment, the world seemed to still as San lowered himself, his lips returning to your body, exploring, tasting, leaving a trail of heat and want. His tongue flicked out, teasing you, as he made his way lower, determined to fulfill his promise of spoiling you completely.

"Were you thinking about this before, baby? You're so wet, sweetie.." his words faded as he dived in, his tongue starting to softly lick your folds. San’s large hands gripped at your thighs in a rough, needy manner. He had you splayed open before him as he feasted on your essence, pouring every ounce of himself into your pleasure. His tongue circled your clit just as his chin and lower lip passed between your folds and your back arched off the mattress. His goal was to make you feel good, spoil you for your birthday.

"You taste so good, my love.. I wanna have all of you, right now" his tongue finding it's way deep in your core, tasting the wetness of it.

"I-uhm"

"Yes baby.. say it. Use your words, I will grant anything for you tonight" San responded with a low whisper, stopping for a moment to look back at you. Your hands gripping the sheets, face flustered and fucked out, head dizzy and slightly teary eyes.

"I'm s-so close..." you whined out, squirming in front of him, in search of any type of additional friction. As he licked and sucked on your flesh a couple more times, your back arched against the mattress and you came beautifully, silky white liquid framing San's lower face. As he liked everything off, he got up for a short moment.

"Let me have my fun with you now, my princess.." his rough and big hands flipped you over. He raised your neck and face slightly and one of his hands slid around the collar, locking it on your throat. He slowly let your head down on the mattress and his right hand took the tail he got you, which was a butt plug and held it eagerly.

He got closer to you and with one knee he held your legs down, his hands spreading your ass, full on display for him. Your face flushed at the thought of being bare like that in front of him, but you soon were dostrscted by his fingers pumping in your cunt a couple of times before travelling to your other hole, prepping you with your own juices. He then took the butt plug and you softly moaned as he put it in, your walls clenching onto it. The same fingers he used on you found their way again in your cunt, then to your lips as he commanded, "Suck them". You did as told and sucked your own juices off his fingers, licking your lips. He smiled teasingly, pleased with your reaction.

"C'mon babe, I know you can take all of me.." he whispered as he undressed himself. His cokc sprung angrily out of his briefs and as soon as he eas fully bare behind you, his right hands trailed on your back and held your neck and face buried in the mattress, while with his left hand he guided himself to your hole. He started rapidly thrusting into you, the collar's bell frantically shaking and clinking. He leaned over your body, a hand holding onto your waist and one slipping over your hand, holding it thight. his necklace was dingling above the nape of your neck, touching your soft skin from time to time. His lips left a trail of kisses on your back and spine as he pounded into your relentlessly. You could feel that from time to time he'd suck your soft skin, leaving marks all over your body. On your shoulders, collarbones, back.. everywhere.

"You feel so good sweetie.. taking me so g-good" San groaned, all up in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You drive me insane, love. I'm so close..." he said barely above a whisper and started fucking you even more rapidly, thrusts getting sloppier with every other one, both of you panting. As he came and bottomed doen completely and stood like that, the bell on the colllar coulds till be heard.

"Mhm.. that's it, kitten. Take my load up your pussy. That's my good girl." San confidently said as he let you cockwarm him for a moment, letting you catch your breath.

"I love you, San.." you blurted out in a whisper, genuinely speaking.

"I love you too, my love... was everything okay with you?" he asked.

"Y-yew! It was *intense" but oh my god.." you giggled.

"Come here, sweetheart" he said and signed you to come in his embrace, "Happy birthday".

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[lightnotyagami]

Pillow prince gone mad

Light × fem reader (smut)

A/n: reader is wearing one of those white robe-hooded dresses that kiras followers wear (in the manga)

Summary: Your the most loyal servant of kira, being the most loyal servant you have to honor of pleasuring him once in a while but this time he went a bit.. crazy.

Tw/cw: unbalanced power dynamics, could be considered dub-con because of the power dynamics but reader isnt forced or anything she enjoying her man fr fr, reader is a servant of kira, blow job, hand job, vaginal sex, pet names (master, good girl u get it) , name kink??? , nipple play, unprotect vaginal and oral sex, misa doesnt exist in this au or she just doesnt know about you & light its your choice. Correct me if i missed anything !!

"fuckkk~" he moaned out as you choose to change your tactic to sweet kissing and sucking instead of taking his shaft inside your whole throat "shit... so good" he groaned out in ecstasy before a loud cry left his lips. You were shocked for a second, he allowed you to suck him off multiple times but this is the first time you heard him moan out like.... this. Hes such a pillow prince. Your pillow prince <3. Your hand found its way to his hard length rubbing up and down while you continued to focus on his tip ."shit.." he groans out as his member started to leak precum. You admired how the veins toned his thick shaft as you started to lick the precum off it slowly. Your tongue gliding over the head of his shaft before you took him all the way into your mouth. "you fucking love me that's for sure," he said smirking at your flushed face as he came undone making you swallow all of it ."I do, Kira." you replied blushing as you slowly took him out of your mouth cat liking his shaft making sure to lick any missed cum off.

thinking your job was finished, you slowly zipped his pants up again before looking up to kira who had a smirk plastered across his face. "is everything okay? Is there something I missed my master?" you asked innocently .He smirked even wider "no, nothing much. I just think you deserve... a reward."

"what kind of reward, master?" You asked curiously. Your question brought another chuckle from him "well I was thinking maybe we could spend the night together..." he whispered seductively in your ear as he shoved you on the bed climbing on top of you . You squealed in surprise as you felt his hardened shaft rub against your entrance causing shivers to run down your spine, usually he would have send you away by now after pleasuring him but not today. No today was an exception. He moved closer until his lips met yours. this was the first time he kissed you on the lips. The kiss was long and intense, you pulled away for air as he started attacking now your neck instead of your lips. You could feel the slight tingles of his teeth as he nibbled your neck. Your knees went weak as his hands gripped your hooded-robe pushing it up to expose your bare breasts. You let out a soft moan as your nipples were hitched between his thumb and index finger . He took one of your nipples in his mouth nipping gently as your breathing sped up from the feeling,he knew exactly how to take you to paradise. You could barely breath as he moved one hand to your womanhood caressing it almost lovingly while his eyes were still locked with yours making you go insane with lust. You tugged at his hair roughly causing him to growl out a little louder "kira i...~" you stuttered, its as if you could watch the fire in his eyes burning as he leaned down to your ear, slowly taking your thigh in his hand spreading it apart making room for himself as he zipped his pants down, freeing his erection once again. "y/n, did you ever question what my name was before i was given the power to create this world?" he voiced as he started to enter you slowly. you looked him in his deep brown eyes, you didn't know where to look or what he wanted you to do next. Your mind was completely blank and all you could hear was his heavy breaths in between each thrust of his cock. "Light yagami" he whispered quietly in your ears as he started to pick up the speed. tears started to fell down your cheeks and onto the blanket beneath you from the pleasure pain mixture of being fully penetrated by the man you loved, his ideals, his power, his eyes, his scent, everything about him. His name seemed to roll right off your tongue like honey as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and held tightly to him. "l-light..~" you whined out softly as he picked up the pace making sure every stroke drove you even further over the edge of pleasure. Your thighs trembled under him. Your breathing quickened as his lips connected with your neck. He kissed up to your jaw before biting down and leaving a red mark on your shoulder. You whimpered out as he continued sucking on your neck. "light... li-~" his hands slipped down your legs making you more available for him as he continued to thrust deeply into your heat. You felt the tension in your core tightening and your heart starting to race as you realized that you couldn't last anymore. "i-i think im close!" you exclaimed as you cried out, gripping the sheets behind you tighter and coming undone around him "f-fuck.. such a good girl~" he said through his teeth and a few more grunts escaping him as his seed poured inside of you filling you up entirely , releasing every single drop of semen inside of you. Your breathing was raggedy as Light slowly climbed off of you. He wiped your tears from your cheeks with his thumbs and kissed you deeply. "my beautiful angel,kiras angel." he said smiling down at you tenderly, it wasnt a friendly smile tho, a perverted, almost scary smile. A grin that sent chills throughout your body. It made you almost shiver. Only almost tho. you still needed to serve him.

you jumped up in shock realizing you were laying down the entire time.

"sorry master! please lay down ill clean you u-" he cuts you off "it's fine, you lay down. You've done enough for tonight. "

[hemipenal-system]

aww, what’s the matter? why are you crying?

you’re scared? what of, morsel?

me? why are you scared of me? you asked me to hold you in my mouth until we got somewhere warmer, and my mouth is plenty warm…

don’t worry about me, morsel… i’m your friend, i would never eat you… at least not permanently.

hey, hey, no, don’t worry! i said i wouldn't hurt you and i meant it!

come out? i'm sorry, morsel, i can't let you out yet! it's so cold out here you'd practically freeze to death if i let you out! besides, all that saliva you're soaked with now... it'd just make you colder. i think it's best if i just hold on to you for now.

besides, i think you're enjoying this more than you want to admit to me.

oh, come on. you think i can't feel how you squirm when i curl my tongue along your back? how you grab onto my teeth desperately when i curl it over you and scrape the rough side against your bare legs?

you know, my tongue was designed with a purpose. every part of a creature as beautiful as me is. those hard keratin spikes you enjoy so much? they’re meant to grind against bigger creatures than you, shearing flesh from bone and slathering what’s left in enzyme-loaded saliva that begins to melt you down to bone shadows even before you’re swallowed…

oh, no, not for you. you’re very small, small enough i could swallow you whole. you’d like it more that way, wouldn’t you? alive and conscious for the whole thing?

yes, morsel, i know why you were so eager to climb into my mouth- and i know it’s not fear of heights like you claimed. we may be a mile above the ground with only my wings and internal fire to sustain us, but my blood runs through me everywhere and my claws would have been more than warm enough to keep you safe from the biting cold at this altitude.

don’t worry, this is what you’re supposed to want. you’re from a prey species. sure, we have peace treaties now and you have enough weapons to fend us off now, but for millennia that’s how it went! you ran, you got pinned down, you struggled, and then we tore you limb from limb, reveling in the blood and adrenaline of a meal well hunted…

you don’t have to be embarrassed, morsel! you’re allowed to want me to devour you! i know you find me attractive – in the same way a mouse finds a cat attractive, of course. you’ve always had an affinity for dragons. i’ve seen how you look at the other riders who’re more… open about what they do with their mounts. you can tell me those things, you know.

i told you, i’m not going to let you out! it’s not safe for you at this height or temperature!

yes, obviously i've thought about doing this to you. never seriously, but... enough. humans make wonderful prey... your gentle struggling because you're intelligent enough to trust us and know we won't really hurt you even if we draw a bit of blood... it's very different than tearing the horns off a deer and swallowing it whole, you know.

i've eaten your kind before, you know. i wasn't always so... docile. your nomad convoys made such wonderful buffets: chicken, beef, pork, human – and you always had such wonderful fruits and spices in those little covered wagons of yours! i enjoyed cracking them open like nuts, devouring everything inside.

no, you're not nutritious at all. your meat is really stringy. the terrified shaking and pleading is tantalizing, though...

what do you mean, "what are you doing?" all this talk about food is making me hungry. i'm just savoring your taste is all. you're like one of those hard candies you humans buy from the market to suck on, except warm and salty and savory and-

i could swallow you. it'd be so easy.

no, no, not digest you. stop writhing like that – or continue if you want. it feels nice. i'd just swallow you and hold you in my first stomach for a while. think of it as a warm, damp, dark hug from me. no pain, no flesh itching and melting off, just a gentle squeeze.

hold still, morsel. i need to reposition you a bit is all. that's right, legs like that, arms go that way - yes, exactly! now don't move.

yes, i know it's a bit tight. my prey is a bit more chewed, usually. stop complaining about it or i'll pull you back up and bite you into small pieces so you'll fit better. is that what you want?

there. is that comfortable? i can adjust a bit if you want. hey, no, stop squirming. you're not going to die. that is not stomach acid. if you don't stop panicking i'm going to have to squeeze to hold you still.

i told you. i'm very much stronger than you. stop trying to push out. you're going to sit in there whether you like it or not, morsel.

stop calling you that? why should i? you're literally in my stomach. are you not food, at least for the moment?

don't even tempt me. i am hungry.

just go to sleep or something. we're going to be in the air for a while. if you stop wiggling around in there i'll let you out when i land. i know how soothing it is to be in there. i was a hatchling once too, you know.

i can literally feel you relaxing as my crop massages you. you're yawning. don't even lie to me.

good night, morsel...