#kittens galore!

[bird-inacage]

GMMTV 2025 Releases | Cat for Cash Pilot Trailer

Firstkhao + Cats?! KITTENS and more KITTENS?! 😺

GMMTV are so fucking unserious for this - I'M LIVING. This is going to be such a silly, absurdly fluffy and cosy, fan-servicey piece of entertainment. Based on FK's recent string of projects, they were due for something sickeningly, disgustingly wholesome.

[happyfoxx-art]

I wanna post more sketches, maybe. Have some young, innocent, pre-traumatized Shadow and Maria

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Smitten Kitten™

[ohthisisgonnasuck]

I wish I could sleep like this...

Jackit :☝️

Hoodie : 👇

[psychosomaticsystem]

• about us! • dni included •

basic info:

• we are a system; we use the term ‘vessel’ to refer to our host body.

• our vessel is 18+; we’d prefer if minors dni, as there is potential for there to be nsfw content on our blog. this is to keep you safe! you have plenty of time to see nsfw stuff when you turn 18!

• items highlighted in red for ‘vessel info’ is true for all of our alters as well!

• we don’t list ages for our alters… the ones allowed on tumblr are over 18!

vessel info: [ zerø ] [tag: vessel zerø] {23 y/o}

(plural) they/it, aceflux/aroflux, in a relationship/not seeking (interactions ignoring this will be blocked), stargender/fluid. therian. kinnie. do not use honorifics/titles (sir, ma’am, mx, etc). autistic, paranoid schizophrenic, obviously a system… special interests include: transformers, danganronpa, warrior cats, cookie run kingdom, and others!

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vessel’s kin list: morty smith (r&m), optimus prime (transformers), ibuki mioda & junko enoshima (danganronpa) , charlie kelly (iasip) greystripe & ravenpaw (wc), fig cookie & matcha cookie (crk). to be continued…

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alters info:

• [spirit] [tag: ghostly activities ]

he/they, sex&romance repulsed aroace, transmasc demiboy. interests include horror/gore & scary movies (especially saw 2004). madk (horror/bl manga).

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

• [socks] [tag: kitten mittons ]

they/cat/soft/she, grayace/cupiosexualflux sapphic demi-enbygirl. interests: ‘it’s always sunny in philadelphia’, rick & morty, and succession (tv show).

————————/ᐠ - ˕ -マ♪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ————————

• [star] [tag: galaxies away ]

it/shine/dust/✨, apogender, aromantic/quoisexual, interested in space, the deep sea, unexplored places, etc.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

• [beau] [tag: beau loves objects] second warning for minors — DNI AT ALL. NSFW CONTENT.

he/pup/it (also sometimes: cold/corpse/xey/ix/fire … basically any neopronoun that sounds dark or weird). hypersexualflux omnigay, ficto/objecto/auto-sexual. ambigender (— aesthetigender/affectugender). aegoromantic. junko enoshima kinnie. hyperfixation— kinks! not interested in sexual content involving me and non-fictional characters/people.

• [tuesday] [tag: days of the week ]

it/its ONLY. xenogender/virgender/staticgender vociboy. pomosexual & polarsexual. placioromantic. interests: animals, plants, nature, all that jazz. occasionally wicca/witchy stuff. i’m a baby witch so i don’t know much about it. I probably fall into the ‘plant witch’ category.

⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ·☽◯☾· ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧

• [knives ] [tag: from the silverware drawer ]

they/void/he/she. limnoromantic fraysexual lesbian. i don’t know what i’m into honestly i just rb stuff i think is funny. sometimes i’m unabashedly political or horny on main. 👍

𓃶 🜏 𖤐 𐕣 ⁶⁶⁶ 𓃶 🜏 𖤐 𐕣 ⁶⁶⁶ 𓃶 🜏 𖤐 𐕣 ⁶⁶⁶ 𓃶 🜏 𖤐 𐕣

• [beetle] [tag: bugs galore ]

star/plant/bug/it/they/🐛 ! cosmic/swampgender boyflux… thing. lol. a lot of my gender feels like space and also bugs. really really interested in pokemon, stim boards, candy, and science!

☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆ 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆ 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆ 𓋼𓍊

[tawney]

You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[hsmagazine254]

Paws And Pixels: Pet Tech Innovations For Enhanced Well-Being - H&S Pets Galore

Exploring Gadgets & Apps That Make Your Furry Friend’s Life Purrfect In today’s digital age, technology isn’t just for humans—it’s for our beloved pets too. From smart collars to interactive toys, a plethora of gadgets and apps are revolutionizing how we care for our furry companions. These innovations not only enhance their well-being but also provide us with peace of mind and deeper insights…

[ram-bles]

a crumb of nsfw daisuke?

daisuke x reader | headcanons

requests/inbox: open

[ 🔞 minors dni ]

woah. from sweet to spicy. ill give this a try!

wrote this on mobile, sorry for the fuckass formatting.

gender neutral reader. sillies. lots of sillies. weed mention (like once).

🌺 c'mon, he somehow sneaked in some of his secret stash'a magazines. he's still a guy after all.

"Dai?" "Yeah?" He's busy on his Gameboy, but he acknowledges you, tilting his body to show his face but his eyes were glued to the screen. "Did you steal these porn mags from Jimmy or someth—" A pink blur suddenly pushes you away, using his feet to kick it back under his bed. "DUDE. PRIVACY. C'MON NOW."

🌺 You've probably caught him once or twice even before you two were a thing. It wasn't hard to, after all, you both shared a room.

Too lost in the sauce to even notice you, so you had to clear your throat. You've never seen someone so shocked to the point he doesn't know whether to shove his dick back in his pants, hide under the blankets, or try to do both at the same time but completely failing. He's stuttering your name out along with strings of apologies. Don't get your dick caught in your zipper now, Daisuke. "I didn't know you were there! Shitshitshit- I'm so so sorry- Aghhhh." He felt pathetic, whining in embarrassment. Daisuke ends up just pulling the blanket over the entirety of him. "You could've just asked me for help, y'know." He stares at you, scandalized as if he wasn't rubbing one off just moments ago. "How the fuck was I s'posed to know?!" You shrug, amused. "Dunno." "Man, fuck youuuu." "Happily." "Get over here already, please!"

🌺 Outside internship though? Weed before sex seems like something he'd do. I can't explain why.

🌺 Feeling his rings on you... in many ways.

🌺 Pretty sure we all agree that he's into praising. Both giving and receiving.

🌺 You know he's having lots of fun when the pitch of his voice goes high. Squeaking, voice cracking, whining.

🌺 Speaking of how vocal he is, he's probably loud too. But, since you're in the ship now, he'll try his best to keep it down, either on the pillow or you. He'll also be rambling about random things just so he doesn't finish early.

🌺 Dirty talking? ❌ He'll be cringing like there's no tomorrow. He'll make a discord (or whatever equivalent) kitten joke about it if he does.

🌺 Unintentional dirty talking though... That's another story. Or should I rephrase, more-so leaning towards cussing.

"Fuck— you're sosososo pretty..." His hands were pressing the back of your knees, folding and spreading your legs for him. He whines your name out, resting his length on your abdomen while he impatiently waits for your permission. "C'mon, pretty. I'll be this deep inside you." - "Feels good. Feels so good." He's panting and rutting into you like a dog. "You should- nh- loosen up a little- shit- if you get any tighter I think I'll cum..."

🌺 Quickies galore. Sure, it's less risky, but with his libido? Anyways, he's pretty easy to please anyways. A round or two would probably be enough for him.

🌺 Wearing his clothes while at it? Mega turn on for him.

🌺 Well, yes his libido is high, but you still need to be straightforward with him. He can't take hints...

"Want head?" "?!? Who's head?!" "YOUR DICK." "YOU'RE CUTTING IT OFF?" "WHAT? NO, I MEANT SUCKING YOUR—" "Good morning to you both too." "CAPTAIN?"

🌺 He loves giving and receiving hickeys. You would have to remind him everytime not to mark too high on your neck.

🌺 His aftercare involves lots of cuddling and lots of smooching.

🌺 Ending with a silly note. The first time you've done it with him, he ended up saying thank you since he didn't know what to do.

[cielenruine]

Small fingers were gentle as he pet the cat while it enjoyed its meal. He had almost forgotten about the rest of his own treats, the core of the apple placed to the side to be put in the soil later. That was until the scent of the blueberry muffin hit his nose and he held it with gentle hands. "It really is all for me?" Even with that revelation...he still had broken off a half of it to hand over to Lukas. "You won and...you worked really hard today! All before the sun even really rose...I...appreciate it a lot." He was coy as he held it over to him and wriggled his way over to lean against Lukas's leg as if he himself was one of their feline guests. "it really is such a nice day." He bit into the muffin and his cheeks grew warm. It was delicious in a way so few things were. Matthias leaned further onto Lukas and closed his eyes as he finished the muffin. There was still so much day left...so many treats left to eat- ones he cautiously snuck into his mouth, trying not to eat too many. A nap would do nice. Maybe they could spar again after or they could play chess now that they were full. His arm held around Lukas's and his head rested there. "Thank you..."

pawns, knights, and kittens galore || anni 2024 any +1

[sugarushwriting]

exotic dancer lee minho x reader

you just ended a relationship, your friends try to cheer you up

adult content featured, read at your own discretion

too lazy to proof read sorry

“come on it’ll be fun!”

“momo, you’re talking about male strippers!”

“ah ah, exotic dancers!” momo tsked.

momo and your three other friends dragged you into the strip club where the exotic male dancers were.

background context: you were just dumped by your fiancé of 6 months, who claimed he didn’t love you or wanted to be with you.

you both had dated on and off for 3 years, before he finally proposed 6 months ago. turns out he felt pressured and didn’t want to actually be with you anymore.

3 days ago you found him out in public with his new girlfriend. who yunjin did some digging on, and found your ex had been seeing her for 3 months.

while you two were engaged to be married.

it hurt you. you tried so hard to act like it didn’t, because truth be told, you weren’t actually happy with him. you also felt pressure and the need to be married.

you were in your late twenties, the only thing you had were your career and cats. although that was enough to you, it wasn’t enough for your parents. it wasn’t necessarily that they wanted grandkids, but someone who would take care of you once they pass on.

although you were independent, your parents didn’t want to see you grow old and alone.

inside, the club was all dark lights, poles galore, and shirtless men even more.

before taking a seat, you all stopped by the bar to grab drinks.

you weren’t complaining about the view, it’s just something you weren’t used to—or ever did.

“what am i supposed to do?” you asked lost, looking around.

momo led you and your friends to a booth, a pole and stage in the middle.

“relax, let the men dance for you, and tip!”

“do i touch them?”

“only if they invite you to.” momo winked.

you looked at the pamphlet on near the booth’s table, “it looks like this dancer’s name is, cat daddy?”

“mhm, he can be the daddy of my cat, any day.”

“sana, you don’t have a cat.”

“yes i do, and she’s purring right now.” sana laughed, mina, nayeon and momo joining in.

it took you a while to understand the innuendo, and you joined in the laughter, you all quickly quieting down when a man with cat ears came into view near the booth.

with a smirk, he bowed, his muscles showing off in the black sleeveless top he had on, and the tight black pants showing his strong thighs.

“i’m cat daddy, how can i help you beautiful ladies this evening?”

sana and mina fanned themselves, momo engaging in conversation with a pout, “our friend here just went through a terrible break up and could use a great distraction.” momo’s hands were on your shoulder to let the man know who it was.

“i’m sorry to hear that miss, but i can be of great service to distract you.”

“mhm, would you be a great service and give her a private dance? on me, of course, i’ll pay.” momo smirked, catching you off guard as your eyes went wide.

“mo—,” you went to say but she patted your bare thigh to get you to hush.

“of course, is the lady okay with that?” he turned to you, an eyebrow raised up. almost a little taunting or dare for you to say no.

“oh, yeah, i’m okay with that.” you replied.

with a smile, he grabbed your hand, your friends cheering in the back ground. the man led you in hand to the back, where many private rooms where, accompanied by a couple of guards by the main entrance.

“should i call you cat daddy? or is there another name i can use? or maybe you would like to know my name?” you rambled off. you ended up telling the man your name.

with a chuckle, he turned around to face you, a big smile plastered on his face. “i’ll all you kitten. fitting to my name, right?”

“i mean yeah—,”

“and you can just call me daddy.”

your eyes once again went wide, your body rigid at his words. not only your heart thumping in excitement, but also down south.

he pulled you into a vacant room, closing the door behind him, after turning the sign on the door, to say ‘occupied.’

he gestured for you to sit on the chair of the bed in the room.

you choose the bed as it looked the comfiest. “see, uh, i’ve never been at a place like this, so i don’t know what to do,” you rambled as you sat.

he never took his eyes off of you, like a predator stalking his prey.

you kept rambling, unaware of (or trying to ignore) him getting closer to you, soon his face right in front of yours, almost nose to nose.

“lay down kitten.”

“what—,”

you gasped when he forcefully laid you down, you suddenly sitting up on your forearms to look at him like he lost his damn mind.

that thought quickly went away, when he took off his shirt, almost teasingly, rolling his body as he did.

he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs so he stood in between them. grabbing your hands, he held them against his abs, your fingers scratching along, his head tilting back as he moaned lightly from your cold touch.

he guided your hands up to his chest, and around his neck, as he leaned down to your ear. “if you let me, i can make you forget and feel real good for whatever that ex of yours did.” he whispered, sending shivers down your body.

he leaned back to look you in your eyes, you lost in his. he looked so innocent with those eyes of his, but you had a feeling, deep down, he wasn’t so innocent when it came to bed activities.

you smirked, “as long as the ears stay on.”

he smiled back knowingly, “mhm, kitten, i knew you had a side to you that was masked by that innocent act.” he kissed your neck, and whispered, “call me minho.”

minho kissed you once, before his hands grabbed yours again, this time to his pants, wanting you to help him take them off.

you didn’t expect your girls day to turn into a girls night, let alone a night where you end up at an exotic male dancers strip club.

you didn’t expect tonight to become so entranced by a man you didn’t know, to want to know his secrets, wants, and find out why he chose this job or life.

you for sure didn’t expect to have helped a man undress, leaving on his cat ears, and he undressing you of your short skirt and top.

and lastly, you didn’t even think tonight would end up with you on your back, in said club, in a private room, having said man licking between your folds like it was his last day eating on earth.

“oh—oh my,” you gasped then moaned, your hand shooting to minho’s fluffy hair, your back arching off the bed.

his tongue worked between your folds, nose nudging your clit, fingers used to spread you more open for him.

minho hummed and moaned, quietly showing his appreciation for letting him between your thighs.

for the way he was making you feel, you wanted to thank him. ex definitely forgotten, your mind focused on minho’s tongue, the noises, and the grips his hands now had on your thighs to keep you open as you kept threatening to close the closer you got to coming on his tongue.

“minho, i’m—i’m,”

“i know kitten, let go for me, mhm?” he hummed kissing your clit, before his tongue burrowed deep in your opening, you soon becoming over sensitive.

“fuck!” you gasped out, hand gripped tight on minho’s hair, as you tried to calm your racing heart, your chest up and down.

minho kissed up your stomach, to your naked chest, deciding against overstimulating you. for now.

he licked one free nipple, then the other. he continued his way up to find your neck, his teeth latching the skin for a teasing bite.

minho sat up, knees on either side of you, you reached up to his calvin klein boxers, your fingers teasing the band. it sent chills through minho’s body, his dick becoming harder with the touch.

“don’t tease me, kitten.” he warned through a moan.

you smiled, taking out his dick from the tight black boxers, him hard and tip red, already leaking a bit of precome.

with a lick, you lightly brush led your tongue against his tip, before leaving a kiss. you pulled away, your thumb rubbing circles on the tip.

no hesitation, minho scooted closer as smoothly as he could with his boxers around his thighs, and shoved his dick in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with a gag.

you quickly adjusting yourself to his thickness, and grabbed minho’s ass in your hand as he did the work by rocking and rolling his hips against your mouth.

“that’s it baby, take all of me.” he moaned quietly, you getting wet by each second. you were ready for him to just ruin you between your legs. to leave his everlasting mark.

with spits of curses and moans, it didn’t take much longer until minho stilled and came in your mouth.

pulling out, some leaked from your lips, minho quickly running his tongue against the side of your lips before he kissed you, tongue forcing itself inbetween your lips, in your mouth.

spit mixing, sloppy and wet, minho slipped the boxers off of his thighs, never detaching his lips from yours. he laid over you, his tip teasing your folds and clit.

you bit his bottom lip, tugging it between your teeth. “ruin me. distract me more.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, as minho plunged his dick into you, no waiting for adjustment.

you let out a gasp at the intrusion, but the gasp was of pleasure, and minho hummed, loving the sounds from your lips.

“i’ll make you forget all about past men you thought could please you, kitten.” minho rolled his hips, to aim deeply into you as much as he could. he wanted to be slow first.

the way he rolled his hips, and whenever he did, hit the right spot in you.

“minho,” you squealed, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“mhm that’s it kitten, scream my name. minho—daddy, will make you forget all about those pathetic excuses of past mistakes.”

you could speak, so you just nodded. eyes closed, as tears threatened to spill at how good he was making you feel.

minho suddenly changed his pace from slow to rough. his hips snapping back before forward, your thighs wrapped around him, thigh on thigh skin slapping.

minho pulled out, getting off the bed, before he tugged you along with him.

you brain was gone dumb, as he guided you to the chair, you gripped one of the arms of the chair, minho lifted your right leg to rest on the chair as the other stayed flat on the floor.

minho plunged into you from behind, the new angle, literally causing your own pussy to squeal along with you. you gasped, mouth wide open, as minho rocked his hips from behind you, fucking into you from behind. cheeks clapping, his hand wrapped around your throat, his veins on display, as his index finger forced its way into your mouth.

you sucked on his finger, his pace never faltering, you felt your pussy leaking from all the wetness coming from you.

his other hand snuck around your body, so two of his fingers could start adding pressure to your clit, sending you to the edge.

you didn’t mean to, but you slightly bit his finger, before screaming out his name. “minho!”

your brain and mind really turned to mush, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your vision going dark.

you came hard around his dick, sure leaving a ring of white around the base.

but minho’s thrusts became rougher and sloppier, as he chased his own. he was finally overstimulating you into oblivion and submission.

one of your hand gripped the chair’s arm tightly, the other gripping minho’s forearm, he gripped your chin so your head rested against his chest, your eyes facing him the best to your ability.

your body was in a position you didn’t know was possible, back arched so much, minho loved the sight in front of him.

he loved watching his dick disappear between your folds, your ass hitting perfectly against his hips.

with one last thrust, minho grunted, pulling out to leave his come on your backside. thick and warm, he breathed heavily, as if he ran a marathon. you nearly collapsed on the chair, but minho caught you to help you back to the bed, placing you on the bed.

he grabbed some wet wipes that were placed on a table in the room (next to the condoms you both ignored) and wiped his come off of you, and wiping between your thighs gently before he cleaned up himself.

“how, how am i supposed to walk out there like nothing happened?” you groaned out, struggling to sit up.

minho laughed, “you don’t, you do the walk of shame.”

“there was nothing shameful about that.” you grinned. “other than maybe fucking in a club.” you rolled on your back, laid out.

no time to rethink life choices or reminisce about what just happened.

you had to first put your clothes (and find your underwear), then think of how to exit while steady on your feet.

it wasn’t that you were in pain, but more so still over stimulated losing feeling in your legs.

“there’s an exit out back. you can tell your friends to pick you up there if you want to avoid lookers.”

you nodded. “best idea.”

minho, back dressed, cat ears still on, he walked out to find your friends. you quickly dressed, still not finding your underwear, but did your best to look presentable.

minho walked back to the private room. “they’ll meet you out back with a rideshare. is your place far?”

you shook your head, “we rented a hotel a block away. we live about 2 hours away from here.”

“different city to avoid people you may know?”

you nodded shyly. “yeah.”

minho walked closer to help you stand up, “kind of disappointing you live so far from me kitten. i would have loved to see you again.”

you felt hot, nearly blushing. “um, you don’t need to sweet talk me. you made me feel better and distract me.”

minho’s finger went to your chin, you lift your head up to look into his eyes, “kitten, if you think i do what i just did with you, with anyone, you’re mistaken.”

he kissed your lips tenderly. “why me?” you whispered.

minho shrugged. “honestly don’t know.” he smiled when you initiated a kiss this time. “promise to come see me, again?”

“mhm, maybe.” you teased. minho gripped your hips, and you chuckled, “okay, yes, i will.”

“good. especially since i know you’ll want your blue underwear back.”

[bloodibambiidoll]

♱ Let Me Worship You ♱

♱ Kinktober Day 4 ⟢ Charlie Mayhew ⟢ Waxplay/ass eating ♱

Warnings: Blasphemy galore(obviously), sex in a church, wax play, ass eating (M receiving), face fucking, cum eating, reader gets fucked with a candle(not burning), pet names(kitty/angel), church girl reader, choking, hair pulling 18+MDNI

You never expected to find yourself in this position. Completely naked atop the altar of your church's chapel while your priest stands above you with a burning candle. You’re still not even quite sure how you ended up here. It all happened so fast. One minute you were looking up at Father Mayhew asking him about some of the murders you had seen on the churches website and then next thing you knew his hands and tongue were on every inch of exposed skin of your body that they could reach. And when that became not enough he shed you of your clothes. You pressed your naked body against his hardly covered one, the lace of the cream robe he adorned rubbed against your hard nipples and soft skin as you got lost in a messy, heated kisses only to be cut off abruptly by him bending you over the altar with your hands pinned above your head. He leaned over you and rutted against your ass with his cock that was only covered by the thin jock strap and framed perfectly by the assless chaps covering his muscular legs. He bit down on your shoulder hard before calling you a desperate little sinner that needed to be punished, then manhandled you onto the altar on your back and instructed you not to move unless he gives you permission.

“Week after week you come to service in these tiny little dresses and each and every time I have to punish myself for the way I grip my cock when I think about you afterwards. I think it’s time I give you a little punishment of your own.” Father Mayhew tips the candle gripped in his thick ringed hand just enough for another drop of hot, white, wax to drip down onto your skin, joining the other droplets he bestowed upon your flesh moments ago. Your breath hitches at the heat of it and your back instinctively arches off the altar underneath you as your toes curl. “Look at you, the perfect sin.”

Charlie lets another drop of wax fall onto your stomach before slowly walking around the altar like a predator that caught its prey. The fingers of his free hand gently glide along your legs until he stops at the opposite side of you and it grips onto your upper thigh roughly. His eyes are burning embers as he glowers down at you with a sickly satisfied smile before tipping the burning candle directly above your boob and onto your nipple. It lands with a light sizzle that has your eyes rolling back from the pain. He gives the other boob the same attention and then takes your tit in his hand so he can roughly smear the drying wax along your supple skin. He glides the candle so it’s hanging over your face, the hot wax moments away from dripping over your lips.

“I could drip this down into your eyes or down your throat if I felt like it and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” Father Mayhew chuckles lightly and darts his tongue out to wet his lips. “You’re so obedient, you follow me around this church like an eager little kitten after milk and think I won’t notice the damn near starving look in your eyes when you look at me.” He tilts the candle to the point that there’s a drop of wax barely hanging onto the tip of it, dangerously close to dripping down onto your cheek but at the last second he jerks it through the air quickly enough that it lands on the top of your mound instead. Before you can fully process what’s happening you feel another burst of hot liquid dripping directly on top of your pussy, just barely missing your throbbing clit.

“Oh, fuck!” You gasp in surprise as you watch him tip the candle nearly upside down allowing the melted wax that had gathered there to fall down onto your pelvis in a stream. The hot liquid burns your skin in the most delicious way as it drips down the side of your hips and the crevices of your thighs, just barely missing your clit and puffy, dripping folds as it slowly starts to cool and stick to your skin. Charlie doesn’t stop until the final drop of remaining hot wax drips onto your clit and snuffs out the candle. The burning heat is an agonizing pleasure that only grows stronger as the wax cools and tightens around your sensitive bud.

“Perfection.” The devilish glint in the holy man’s eyes as he devours you with them is sin in itself. Charlie grips onto your thigh and presses your knee flat against the clothed table, exposing you entirely to him. His free hand glides the still warm tip of the candle down your other thigh, up your stomach and across your tits, almost like he is connecting the dots of the droplets he left on your body.

“Like god handcrafted you, just for me.” He flips the candle so the side with the wick is cupped in his hand before bringing it to your chin, circling your lips and using the cool wax end to pull your bottom lip from between your teeth. Charlie runs the candle across your lips, smearing the spit that had gathered there and you take it upon yourself to dart your tongue out and taste the dry wax. His eyes widen, the flames from the candles still lit around you flickering off his irises as a low groan leaves the back of his throat at your actions. “Suck on it.”

You wrap your lips around it and swirl your tongue while you hold eye contact with the man you’ve lusted after week after week as you watch him deliver sermons in a way you’ve never seen before. He shoves it further in your mouth until it hits the back of your throat and you gag. “That’s it, little kitty, get it nice and wet for me.”

After a few moments of practically fucking your throat with the candle causing the taste of wax to coat your mouth Father Mayhew pulls it from your lips, brings the slickness of it between your legs and caresses your folds with it. You mewl when he glides it up and uses it to push the now dry wax on your clit away before tapping it against your throbbing bud. Your hips try to raise off the altar but the hand on your thigh holds you in place. He circles it around before sliding it back through your dripping pussy lips, effectively coating it in your creamy wetness. He teases your entrance with the tip and you try to tilt your hips again to press it further inside you but he pulls it away with a deep chuckle.

“Beg me. Beg me to put it inside you.” He circles your clit before caressing every inch around your pussy, but never pressing inside you. The hand on your thigh glides down to push the dried wax at the apex of your thighs away as he grins down at you with a carnal look in his brown eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Father. Any way you please, I’m yours.” Your voice is desperate and exasperated in a way you’ve never heard but you don’t even care because you’ll do anything for him to continue to defile you. Charlie’s lips crack into smirk and his eyes fill with elation as he brings the candle to your dripping hole and thrusts it inside you. “Shit, yes! Thank you, thank you.”

“Seeing you this way, fully exposed to me, begging for me to defile you, it makes me question if carnal desire is a sin, or just God's greatest gift.” His voice is husky as he starts to pump the white wax in and out of your pussy, your wetness allowing it to glide with ease. Charlie tilts his wrist so somehow it’s hitting your sweet spot just right and brings his thumb to your clit and you’re so sensitive and worked up that it’s all it takes to have delicious euphoria wracking over you. “Oh, that’s a good girl, come for me, angel.”

He fucks you through your orgasm before holding eye contact with you as he pulls the candle from your pussy and brings it to his lips, sucking your sweet nector off of it with a growl that viberates his chest. Father Mayhew comes around so he can replace the candle he just tainted with your cum back into the holder above your head, some sort of sick satisfaction at knowing he’ll be the only one that knows what happened here during tomorrow's service running through him.

You tilt your head back to follow his movements and you can’t help but dart your tongue out and lick his asscheek when he bends over causing it to peek out from beneath his robe. He’s just so beautiful. Every inch of him. From his meticulously styled hair, his dark eyes that always hold a purpose, those plush lips that speak knowledge that you admire, his thick throat and even the bleeding wounds you caught a glimpse of on his back all the way down to his perfect ass. Charlie jolts forward at the feeling of your warm tongue on him and his head whips around so he can look down at you with an eyebrow raised. You push yourself up on your elbows so you can tilt your head further and caress the black strap cupping his ass with your tongue. A breathy moan leaves him and he twists the upper half of his body enough to grip your chin with his hand, but he leaves his lower half facing you.

“What are you doing, angel?” Charlie uses his grip on your face to gently shake your head from side to side as he looks down at you greedily. “Someone as sweet as you wouldn’t want to do something as nasty as you’re implying, would you?” The question is laced with desire and filled with temptation that you can’t resist.

“Let me eat you, Father.” You run your tongue along the crease of his hand with a moan and he has no idea how he will ever atone for this. But lord forgive him because there’s no way in hell he can turn down anything you say at this point. “Let me worship you.” You wrap your forearms around his muscular, chap covered thighs so you can pull him closer to you and nip at the skin of his exposed ass. He groans and pulls the lace robe from his body then lets his hands fall to the table on either side of your head and bends slightly, giving himself to you. You lick along the black straps cupping of both his cheeks, slipping your tongue underneath the material with every few flicks of it. Then you lick up his ass, and greedily lick and suck on his smooth but still muscular skin until it’s covered in darkening red bruises and dripping with your spit.

“Oh, angel, I’m going to need you to stop teasing me or I’m going to have to take away your privileges.” His voice is domineering and oozing with finality so you use one of the arms wrapped around his thigh as leverage to pull your face closer to him while spreading his ass with your other hand so you can lean up and run your tongue through his crack. You graze past his hole a few times as your tongue glides through the crevice between his supple cheeks, wetting him there too. You finally circle his tight hole with your wet, hot, tongue before pressing the tip of it inside him. “Jesus Christ, your mouth is sin and heaven wrapped in one.”

Father Mayhew’s back arches and his grip on the altar is so tight you feel the cloth underneath you shift as you start to fuck his ass with your tongue. You rim his hole and run your tongue down the crevice of his plump cheeks between thrusts of your tongue. You press it as deep as you physically and flick your tongue inside him. He feels like he’s going to lose his mind at the way you’re eating him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. The lewd sounds leaving your lips driving him closer and closer to madness by the second. He undoes the chaps and lets them fall down his legs so he can take his thick, throbbing cock into his hand and jerk himself off while you continue your feast on his ass. You reach your hand further around so you can caress his balls and you can feel them tighten in your grasp.

“Fuck, you’re fucking disgusting, kitty. I knew you were a little pervert.” Charlie’s voice is deep and raspy and he starts to thrust into his hand while he grinds his ass down on your face and it has him dangerously close to the edge. But he can’t come yet, not like this, not without seeing your heavenly body spread out before him. He flips over abruptly, his hands coming back down on either side of your head as his now messy hair hangs down in his eyes and he smiles down at you damn near wickedly. “I need to fuck your pretty throat, open your mouth.”

“Make me your cock sleeve, Charlie.” The crass words coming out of your mouth while you look up at him from the altar with that pretty little cross hanging between your perfect tits that are covered in wax by his hand is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. That combined with the fact that you just called him his first name is almost enough to make him burst on the spot. He watches as your tongue slides from your mouth and you look up at him eagerly like his cock is a gift he’s bestowing upon you. In your mind it is, you’d forget there was a god and devote yourself to Father Mayhew if he asked. You already belonged to him, but now he owns you. He laces his fingers through the trellis of your hair before using his grip to yank your head back and slide his cock across your tongue all in one motion. You wrap your lips around his shaft and it causes him to slam all the way in the back of your throat, making you gag. He pulls all the way out of you, watching the string of glimmering spit that drips from his cock and onto your chest, reveling in the borderline insane smile painted on your pretty lips. And you’re so fucking perfect every ounce of pain he feels after for this will be worth it. You flick your tongue out to lick his head and he takes that as a sign to slam back into your mouth and start thrusting deep into your throat.

“That’s it, give yourself to me, let me use you.” Father Mayhew grunts and grabs onto both sides of your head for leverage as he brutally assaults your throat with his thick cock. Your eyes roll back and muffled moans leave your lips at the feeling of giving him control. “Open your eyes.” He taps your cheek and your eyes dart open and he smiles manically at the sight of your watery, mascara run eyes looking up at him. “Keep them open, and touch yourself for me. Spread your legs nice and wide, so I can see.”

You oblige him, all shame long gone as you let your knees fall flat against the altar so you can gather your wetness and rub it across your eager clit.

“Good kitty.” His thrusts resume causing you to gag and drool around him. He can’t keep his eyes off the way he can see his cock sliding down your throat with each pump of his hips. Charlie runs his large hand down your neck, feeling himself inside you before squeezing your throat tightly. “Look at that, you really are my perfect little cock sleeve, aren’t you? I’m going to come down this gorgeous throat and you’re going to swallow every.” Thrust. “Single.” Thrust. “Drop.” On that last word he presses his hips flush against your face as his cock twitches in your throat and the taste of his cum floods your senses. You press your fingers inside your pussy and use the pad of your hand to run circles on your clit and white hot pleasure washes through you as you fall over the edge right along with him. He comes so much that it starts to drip down your cheeks when he pulls his cock from your mouth and you have to audibly gulp to swallow the rest of it. Father Mayhew tilts his body so he’s leaning on the altar next to you and leans down to lick the cum from the side of your mouth before connecting your lips in a filthy, bruising, kiss.

“You’re my new favorite sin, angel, and I’m never letting you out of my grasp now.” You aren’t sure if it’s a threat or a promise, but you don’t really care if it’s going to feel this disgustingly good.

Tagging fellow Maywhores(shout out @cxrrodedcoffin for coining that phrase): @babygorewhore @fear-is-truth @chavezprincess @cameronsprincess

[amelee23]

Natural | Lee Minho

Genre: FLUFFFFFF fluff fluff, romance

Pairing: Lee know x gender neutral reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: going on a forest vacay to escape society, SUPER sappy cheesy stuff, SOFT, walks at 6 am, kisses and hugs and everything nice, a chokehold as a joke, humour, metaphors galore, he's cat dad, reader gets called kitten once, I love lino very much, promises for the future 🤭

Summary: You and Minho go on a vacation to a forest cabin. As he wakes you up at 6 am for a walk, you can't help but get sappy and admire him alongside the landscape. Your love for him makes Minho say something that might change your perspective of the future.

You were gently shaken awake a little too early for comfort. First thing you felt was the heft of your eyelids and a subtle throbbing in your forehead; but the first thing you remembered, though, was the way you have probably fallen asleep having extremely soft conversations with your lover, about how far the both of you have come, the things you've accomplished, how proud you feel of each other and also of your friends who you grew up with.

"The sun's not even awake yet." You grumble to him, and he gives you a silly smile.

"But I am!" You can't help but snort, still pushing your nose further into the pillows. You didn't want to get out of bed, really. "C'mon, get up. Go on a walk with me."

"At this hour? Ugh, you're so random sometimes." You say, grumbling, but you start moving out of the bed.

It probably wasn't random at all. If you were to make a guess, it was probably premeditated and he had some sort of intention for taking a walk in the woods at 6 in the morning.

Well, he hoped it would be 6 in the morning but your drowsiness didn't allow for it. He had to be patient, make you coffee and a light breakfast, or else you'd turn blue like the cookie monster and eat him alive without food and caffeine in your system.

You looked out the window as the two of you were silently enjoying breakfast. It was such a beautiful sight, and if you just allowed it, the cherry chirp of the birds in the morning was enough to block the demons inside your head.

Although he had woken you up at ungodly hours, this was the vacation you both dreamt of. You rented out a cabin in the forest, and it was, for once, just you and him. The last people you've seen were in a different cabin 10 minutes down the road, and the center rental establishment that had groceries and necessities was 20 minutes away. Of course, it could prove to be a pain in the ass if you didn't prepare well, but you made sure you had everything you needed - so that you could truly disconnect from the world and let yourselves be swallowed up by nature.

You should have guessed Minho was always planning to go on this walk, considering how serious he seemed about it. While you were eating and trying to awaken your brain cells, he got dressed in a cozy shirt, loose pants and a backwards cap and he was already arranging a small backpack with water bottles and his Polaroid camera. He went as far as packing an external phone battery, too. Then he sat down next to you and waited.

You've gotten to know his array of expressions so well, you thought. He was looking at you, and to an outsider his expression would tell them close to nothing. But no, his expression looked gentle, kind, patient, impatient, exasperated and excited all at once. You could see how eager he was to move, almost as if his body was half-way already bolting out the door. Still, he was trying to maintain his calm, since there was no point to the outside views that awaited him if you weren't seeing them with him.

Your eyes met as you were admiring him, and almost like a kitten pawing for attention, he gently pulled at the sleeve of your pyjama shirt.

You were so in love with him, it wasn't even funny.

He began your little nature adventure by holding your hand and guiding you to the forest path, but as soon as you could hear the crunch of pebbles and branches under your feet, Minho was gone. He walked far ahead of you, as if he was caught in a trance. It was so weird, because in reality all you could see was his slumped back, his sluggish figure trudging through the forest, but in your mind he was running, he was twirling, he was opening his arms large to welcome the sun into an embrace. If only he would let the freedom that guides his soul be seen, without the fear of being judged or the weight of society pressing down on him.

You weren't mad he left you behind. In fact, you were having a blast just watching him: trip over a rock when he was too occupied looking at the height of the pine trees, taking pictures with his phone of every and any flower he deemed pretty or interesting, whispering "squirrel" and "hello little buddy" whenever he saw a critter.

He would turn around and look at you once in a while to reassure himself you're there and that you're safe. (And weren't stolen by some forest goblin.) Whenever he'd make a pit stop to take pictures you'd catch up with him and he'd ask you if you're okay, if you're bored or if you want him to slow down his pace. You'd tell him no, you'd tell him he's so endearing being in his natural element. And he'd smile, but it wouldn't be the kind of smile that shows a collection of pearly whites or spreads from one ear to the other. Not even his bunny teeth would show; it would be a closed-lipped, subtle smile, that you found was the most meaningful of them all when it came to Minho. It was the smile of "I feel content", it was the smile of "I feel at peace". Put in simple words, it was the smile of "I'm happy." His happiness was quiet, that was what you observed. And this smile, the truest of them all, showed in various situations: when he was taking walks in nature, when he was preparing a meal, when he was playing with his feline babies, and when he was spending time with you. You were part of his silent happiness, and you were perhaps, one of the only ones who knew what it meant.

And understanding one's personality, one's inner workings is not exactly an easy feat. Just how it took millennia for humanity to understand the laws of the universe, Minho thought it would take decades for someone to understand him. That is, if someone ever did.

But when you arrived, it was as if you were an enforcer fighting for the preservation of nature. A flower is most beautiful when it is on the field that it belongs to, rather than being plucked and put into a bouquet, forced to look beautiful for someone else. You preserved the flower where it was. You didn't uproot it. You gave him water, nourishment and talked to him in such a loving manner, that now he blooms so beautifully.

He's become much more beautiful than a human being should ever be.

Minho stopped one more time to take a picture of the path, and the shadows the trees were casting on the ground. A ray of light sneakily made its way through them, casting itself on a ladybug that was climbing up the tree bark. Minho took a picture of the ladybug, then turned towards the stray light and offered his hand to it. He played with the light between his fingers, let it roll along his palm, and then he put his hand down. He looked up, towards the sky, more golden strands of the sun dancing along his face, and he took a deep breath. When he exhaled, his chest looked lighter, and he seemed to begin to shine, a light sparkle dusting the skin of his arms, as if he was really becoming one with the sun.

He was breathtaking.

Having finally caught up with him, your arms circled his waist and you embraced him tightly, cheek smushing into his shoulder blades. It was an urge, an instinct, to do so.

He seemed a little startled, but he didn't complain. He patted your hands gently and then he took a picture of your hands woven so tightly around his torso, without catching his or your face in the picture. You knew that because it became his lockscreen after that day.

As softly as he could muster, as if to not scare you off, Minho held your hand and spun around to face you, his eyes sparkly and curious.

"Everything okay?"

"Mhm." You respond, holding him by the waist as if to show you didn't want him going anywhere. Minho loved the warmth that enveloped him. "You just looked so natural, so genuine." You smile at him, and he instantly knows by your grin you were having a poetic, sappy moment. "You always look like you belong right in nature. Had to touch you to make sure you're real." You emphasize your words by squeezing a little bit at his hips and the skin above his ribs, and he lets out a cat-like yelp that makes you giggle.

You become an entanglement of limbs when Minho decides to cup both sides of your face as you're holding him. Your face slightly mushed together, he angles your eyes to look into his, and none of you would win the competition of who's more enamoured than the other.

"Sometimes I really can't help but wonder... what are those pretty eyes of yours seeing when you look at me?" He asks in the softest way possible, and you're suddenly caught in a trance. His eyes pull you closer, his skin continues to sparkle, and a gentle warm breeze seems to circle the two of you.

"Magic." You answer, promptly, with certainty, still bewitched by the portrait of him among the trees. He lets out a puff of hair as he chuckles, but he doesn't mock you. He caressed your face with his thumb and you too feel warm.

"Magic?"

"It's like the magic of nature is coursing through you..." You begin to rant, but figure out finding the right words is quite a challenge. But Minho was patient. "It's hard to explain. It's like you're out of this world ... and yet the most human I've ever seen someone be... The most natural." Minho has heard this song and dance before. Countless of times you've called him a forest fairy, a fae, a nymph...but to him the most fascinating part of it was how you were able to tell. You could see where he belonged, where he shone the brightest. You allowed him to realize when he was happy and not be scared of that happiness; therefore, there was only one thought forming at the back of his mind. A thought, that was of course, completely random and not something he's thought about hundreds of times before while you were sound asleep.

"Marry me." He blurts out, and you blink at him, awaiting a grin, a laugh, a smirk, a signal of a joke. But there was none. He was solemn and focused as he watched the slight panic in your gaze.

"Do you really mean it?"

"Yes. I mean, not now. Someday." He answers in a split of a second. But then, he backs out as if burnt. Maybe, just maybe, he let his impulses get the better of him. "Why, do you not feel the same? It's okay, you can tell me if I'm being too pushy-" He's panicking, and panic doesn't fit his handsome features. So you grab him by the shoulders and kiss him with passion.

Kissing Minho was addicting.

"You're the first person I've ever liked kissing this much." You confess to him after you break apart. Then, you wrap your arms around him yet again and rest your head on his chest, your ear prying in to listen to the alarmed pace of his heart. You squeeze him tight, so very tight, almost like he was a teddy bear. "The first person I've liked holding so much." His heart continued to drum, for he was confused about what you were saying. Was he getting an answer to his question or was this your subtle way of switching the subject, saying that you weren't ready yet? Minho tries to calm down in order to focus on what you were saying. "The only one for which romance made sense." You begin to explain, your cheek still tightly pressed into his chest. You're calm and you speak in what is almost a whisper. "Feelings aren't supposed to be logical, I know, but... being with you is. It's logical... it just makes sense, being in love with you. I can never blame myself for it, never hold myself accountable. Because falling in love with you ...came to me as naturally as breathing; like it was always part of my DNA."

There is a nature in all of us. Cells, stardust, but mostimportantly, love. To love is human nature, fact discovered ever since medieval times. Whether you loved God like Dante, or loved humans like Boccaccio, it is destined for all of us to love.

"Because I'm nature...?"

He was human, he was nature, and towards him you felt only that which is most natural.

"Because you're nature. And I love nature." You pull back to look at him and are startled to see the ocean of his eyes, the reflection of stars in the sea. He was trying not to cry, and looking at you with the fondness of a thousand families.

"Nature loves you too, kitten." Once more he holds your face close, but this time around he leans down to kiss you on the forehead. It is a long kiss. It is a warm kiss. It is a meaningful kiss. "The whole world does. And I do even more." Words like these touched chords inside your heart you didn't even know could be touched. Minho always told you so, that you weren't just worthy of his love, but the love of every single person on this planet.

"Yeah, I bet the world loves me if they gave me you." You say, and Minho thinks you are joking. You weren't, but there was perhaps a limit of how sappy a moment can be until it gets truly too much.

"Ew." He jokes back, scrunching his nose to fake disgust. A grin appears on his face, which you mimic.

And that's all you do for a while. Like a movie panorama, you stay there to look at each other. The clouds, the trees, something must have moved with the wind since the sun starts to line both of your faces. One of your eyes starts to squint because of the light, and suddenly it hits you.

"So, are we married now? Where's my ring?"

Minho didn't expect that, and there were a number of reasons why you were sure of it; one, because he starts to blabber and two, because his ears turned red.

"Well, I uh, I uh, don't- I said someday... Not this exact moment! Uhm...Hold on." It's a good thing Minho was a boy scout when he was young, although he would have never thought his skills would come in handy in a situation like this.

You're confused about what he was planning, but you let him do his thing. He squats down next to a group of small, white flowers and plucks them out from the ground in such a manner that their stems remain very long. Then, he picks a strand of grass and takes your hand in his to measure your finger with it. After he has your measurements, he begins to wrap the flower stems around the grass strand with such craftsmanship, almost as if it hasn't been 15 years since he last made a ring out of flowers.

When he is done, he gingerly slides it up your ring finger and he's proud like a child. The ring is cute, tiny and light, and it tickles your finger softly. It's not gold or diamonds, but it is a promise, and it is so much more natural than forged metals and stolen minerals. So much more Minho.

"There you go." He beams proudly. Truth be told, he is flabbergasted he managed to make the ring actually hold without falling apart. "Now we share all of our assets and you are legally obligated to feed my cats when I'm not at home and clean out their litters." He speaks matter of factly, and you slap him on the chest.

"You only want me so I can do your chores! Tsk, I think our marriage is already falling apart." You joke, pretending to turn around and pout. Minho finds you hilarious, especially as he envelops you from the back and holds you in a pretend chokehold.

"The only thing falling apart is gonna be my wallet when I buy you that ring." You don't know if it's the light of the sun or you're blushing, but your face grows hot. Getting married was, of course, the natural order of progressing things in a relationship. But a part of you has always wondered if you are someone to deem worthy of marriage; if that's something that would ever happen to you. Now that such reality was approaching, it did really feel like magic.

Minho released you from the tight hold and decided to walk with your hand in his instead. He was looking at your finger, at the hand-made flower ring, and his quiet, peaceful smile came back to his face.

"I promise I'll get you a real ring soon. You'll have it on your finger by the time we come here again." He speaks softly, in a murmur, but you hear him. You stay quiet, but he sees you nod. You acknowledge his promise, and a completely harmless anxiety mixes in with the excitement that comes with thinking of that day.

"Does that mean we're not gonna have a vacation here for the next 5 years?" Minho rolls his eyes at your question, and the sappiness finally seems to come to an end; you're back to your lighthearted vacation.

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"Or perhaps I'll make you live in the wild with me for the next five years. If we never leave we can't come back." He wiggles his eyebrows at you, gives you his trademark serial killer look, and there was never a moment when you've loved him more. Never a moment when you've loved him more naturally.

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how seventeen act with their black cat s/o

requested by anon : hi! can i request how seventeen would act with an s/o with a "black cat" personality? thank you! :>

notes: while writing this i realised i only Kind Of understand what a black cat personality is lmao. so, uh, just go w it u guys okay

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seungcheol

black labrador x black cat pairing all the way. when you're exhausted with no energy, he's being your protector. when he's upset and feeling terrible, you're his protector. mutual protecting, you know? but it also feels like the "i'm only my softest when i'm with you" feeling with seungcheol, like being in one another's presence allows you to truly and fully relax

jeonghan

he's still coddling and cooing over you no matter what. you could be the most tsundere, grumpy, annoyed person in the world at that moment but he's calling you adorable and asking you in a cute tone how your day was. it's a good thing that you're really really weak for him tbh, bc if anyone else was calling you a little kitten while pinching your cheeks then they are getting punched.

joshua

still as gentlemanly as ever. calls you extravagant nicknames like "my lord" or "my lady" bc he likes to tease that you having a grumpy nature is just bc you're a very picky person, like royalty. slides an arm around you and goes "is he bothering you queen/king?" whenever someone is talking to you who's obviously annoying you. when you're in a bad mood, he's attacking and tickling you until you fall into laughter again

junhui

tabby cat x black cat supremacy yeahhhh!! he's like the curious, innocent, playful cat to your black cat vibes. tsks when you emerge from your room wearing all black to go out somewhere, makes you go back inside and change one (1) piece of clothing into something with more colour. peppers your face with kisses and then demands kisses of his own too

hoshi

head over heels for you, but needs you to initiate everything. grab his hand while walking down the pavement, give him a kiss on the cheek at random times throughout the day. you don't need to tell him "i love you", though, because he knows that already. knows that you tolerating and even enjoying his hyper nature is an "i love you" enough

wonwoo

so basically, you're just two cats that don't go outside and amuse yourselves at home. it's not that you don't like going out, but when both of you are both content with staying indoors, what's the point? silent communication galore, having the ability to read each other's minds and simply knowing, without having to say anything, just how much you mean to each other

woozi

lowkey, he enjoys it because it means he gets to be the one to talk the most in the relationship. bro has a lot to say, okay, with the funniest opinions and adlibs and really does love talking. he's still a great listener ofc, and sometimes there are days where the both of you just sit in silence. which he finds absolutely brilliant, because he's actually found someone to sit in silence with who's just like him

minghao

the sassy duo. lowkey also the fashion duo, bc i can just imagine you two in matching sunglasses and matching fashion styles, sitting cross-legged and peering, unimpressed, over the rims of the glasses at whoever is being weird this time. the best thing ever is how you just Get each other's sense of humour, and i can imagine endless weird inside jokes between the two of you that make you grin over at each other during big gatherings

mingyu

golden retriever bf (1). bouncy and bumbling and excitable. thinks you're the brightest and loveliest angel in the world. sure, maybe you have your introverted moments and won't let him hug you but personal boundaries exist, right? he gets that. he's your Protector™ fr, even though he knows you're one badass mf that doesn't need protecting

dokyeom

golden retriever bf (2). loud asf. a ray of sunshine that would have blinded you if he wasn't also just adorably soft and sweet. the type to lean over and whisper "so, we don't like them?" when he catches sight of you glaring at someone while you're meeting up with friends. whines like a dejected puppy when you (jokingly) tell him to go away

seungkwan

is kinda sad that you're not all too keen on receiving his kisses and his hugs, but to make up for it he engages in all the other love languages instead until he finds the one that you adore the most. the most accommodating and attentive, bc you may not communicate your opinions that much, but don't worry because he's trained himself to be attentive to your every move

vernon

vernon is normally a listener, but like woozi, being with you allows him to talk more, and also allows you to laugh more. he has the craziest stories which make you smile after a hard day. he enjoys talking, when it's to you, who'll watch him attentively, humming and smiling and he enjoys that it's only him that you'll be so sweet and gentle with

chan

your Biggest Supporter Ever. you don't even need to be doing anything, he's just gonna support you no matter what. would fully believe you if you said that you were taking part in a secret space project to go to Mars. backs you up whenever someone is making you uncomfortable/annoyed/angry no matter the situation. you don't need to say the words "i love you" to him, don't worry, because he says it enough for the both of you.

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[rookthorne]

I am spreading my creative wings, and I am announcing a major change (as you can guess by the cute gif of Bucky)...

✨ 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✨

I thought it was time to bring to light what I have been working on quite a few months now. to save time and extensive paragraphs of me talking and the reasoning behind my decision, I won't go into detail! but this is an exciting venture for me — I have mourned the name and my whole time as rookthorne, and all of the good and all of the bad that has come with it.

here are some pre-emptive answers to questions I can guess will pop up:

— how can I find your new blog? hold tight chaos kitten, we're almost there! — are you deleting your fics/works? absolutely not. they are coming with me, and I am in the process of transferring them over to my new space. however, all associations with rookthorne will be inaccessible, such as links, masterlists, my inbox, all that fancy stuff. — where can I read your works until then/from this point on? head on over to my ao3! that platform has almost all of my fics and it will be where I will be posting full fics from now on. keep in mind, that is also having a makeover because the number of series I have is Stressing Me Out.

now on to the exciting part! you will find me over on the blog I have made — @vesearlee — that is inclusive to all of my interests. I will be posting multi-fandom content (that includes writing), there will be gifs galore, and I will also post about my hobbies outside of writing and gif making, too!

if you wish to join me over there, I would love to have you, however if a multi-fandom blog is not to your preference, that's okay too! I am so, eternally thankful for those I have connected with during my time as rookthorne. there aren't words to express just how much it means to me, to have so many supportive people in my circle and who celebrate my works with me. I am excited for this new step, and it has already been helping me immensely both creatively and personally.

so, with all that gushing and sap, let this finish on a happy note, yeah? I am sending all of you, all of my chaos kittens, the tightest, warmest hug imaginable as well as a soft forehead kiss. I hope that you follow your dreams, and you become the best version of yourself that you can be. I am and will always be proud of you.

stay soft, sweethearts. it looks good on you. 🩷

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If you were at a restaurant and someone walked over and asked to sit with you and then started calling themselves Master or Sir or Daddy and calling you kitten or little one or some subbie nickname and telling you that you're a good girl and claiming they knew they were making you wet, etc etc etc

Wouldn't you leave as soon as you felt you could? Wouldn't you feel like it's deeply unsettling that this stranger thinks they can subtly dominate you already? Thinks they know you intimately enough to call you a pet name? Or even thinks they know what your turn ons are?

It should feel scary, because that's a lot of red flags. Interacting with doms who encourage that type of interaction through their anon inbox is really similar. It's not safe. They don't know you, and they're acting overly familiar with you to try to get you to open up quickly. Red flags galore.