I might have to come back here yk because over the weekend I fell in love with 2024 Brett Anderson and I dunno where else to go with that
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nsfw under cut.
sometimes logan lets you lick up his claws, solely because you are so damn persistent about it, constantly ensuring that you’ll be careful and not hurt yourself. it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, just didn’t trust himself, he supposed.
but fuck. it’s so addicting to see the way your tongue drags across the metal of his drawn out claws every so gently while your hands hold onto his wrists, muffled moans leaving your lips, his thick cock rutting in and out of your cunt.
“havin’ fun, doll?” he’d grunt from above, voice rough because he had clearly lost count on what round you both were on, surprised by how you still wanted to go at it and how his cock was refusing on not being hard.
“yes.” you nodded, barely comprehending his words, teary eyes fully focused on claws that glistened with your drool, continuing to kiss them ever so lightly, licking the steel. you knew that he disliked them, that it hurt him — the best you could do was kiss his pain away over and over. and goodness, he adored you so much for that. the vulnerability was nauseating sometimes, really, those were his weapons, the very things that had done so much damage.
yet you loved them too, earnesly. all of him.
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not to go off topic but i think that ideal post-canon dungeon meshi situation for kabru is for him to simultaneously have a slowburn domestic cozy noodles and rare escapes to go monster hunting and falling asleep in the same bed situation with mithrun AND some sort of high politics high stakes power dynamics they can't escape, manipulation equally matched by hopeless affection, glances shared over council tables, getting caught in the closet with the king again (explaining basic social protocols to him) thing with laios.
then just as he's coming to terms with his own feelings and the possibility that they might be romantic he learns that mithrun and laios have in fact been carrying on some sort of psychosexual no-strings affair the whole time (mithrun sits on the dresser and dispassionately explains horrific and bizarre monster situations from around the globe while laios gets off seven feet away)
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“Keikaku means plan”-ass writing motherfucker lmao just say funeral
Ur mad at for me for using the correct word for the traditional funeral rite in a culture I was specifically talking about?
✨ eat shit ✨
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Satoru Gojo goes to the same cafe every day for his coffee-flavored confectionary beverage. You are the barista tasked with pumping his drink with the unreasonable assortment of syrup squeezes.
You don't blink at it. You've been in customer service forever. Everything is second nature to you. But you give him a look when you hand him a drink and he just starts going.
He likes to make small chat, you learn. About meaningless things - desserts, drinks, the weather - but he makes you laugh, and he laughs at your jokes, too. He's smiling every time you talk.
He's beautiful - in that way that makes you uncertain if he's really there - and friendly, and he seems a bit lonely, eager to converse.
Something tells you Satoru probably doesn't have a lot of close friends. He's rich, too, judging by the massive tips he leaves you.
The thing is, you do a lot of things on autopilot. It's just the way these things get after a while. Pouring drinks, "What would you like today?", "I'll have that out for you soon!", "Have a nice day!", all that stuff.
Sometimes, though. Sometimes. Wires get crossed.
He's picked up his drink to leave, giving you a cheeky smile and a little wave, and you tell him, without thinking twice:
"Love you, bye!"
Oh. Oh fucking hell -
"Love you too!"
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