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meowzilla93 · 6 months ago
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okies!
so we spoke about her love language earlier in the week! something very particular about August, she does have one little thing she does to show her affection to those around her
booping you
cheek, chin, ribs, arm, forehead, anywhere she can reach to basically poke you, thats he oddly showing her affection!
Baxter is the only one she bops on the nose! to her, its such a twee and precious nose and she simply cannot help herself!!
(feat commissions from @minthe-drawings of August penchant to 'boop!' Baxter in step 3 and 4!)
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Step 3 Babies!! (Baxter is so endeared by it because he has never experience this before!!)
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Step 4 Darlings!! (August likes to be cheeky, and has conditioned Baxter to expect a kiss when she boops him, and here he is gonna get what he is promised!)
URGH seeing them side by side is the cutest thing ever and seeing how they change but their love is precious and sweet and and
i love them so much your honour!
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teddybeartoji · 5 months ago
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18+ mdni; gn!reader
sometimes when toji fucks you, it's just so overwhelming that you go quiet. no loud moans or whines – the only sounds that manage to slip from your bitten lips are shaky gasps and a few mewls here and there. it's just too fucking good.
he doesn't pressure you to make more noise either – he knows you feel good without having to tell him so. he can see it and he can feel it; he reads your body like a book, he caresses your sides and kisses your neck – he knows your language better than anything else in the world.
your heels dig into his back as you pull him closer, deeper, while your hands press against his hot skin. you're pulling and pushing him at the same time, it isn't enough and it's too fucking much at the same time. your eyes cross and you can't think about anything else other than him; he's so fucking heavy on top of you and it almost feels like he's going to suffocate you. you want him to.
his lips are glued to your jaw and his hot breath fans your already hot skin; your eyes roll back inside your own head as your back arches off the bed and into his hold. toji uses the moment to slip his hand under you to keep you flush against him and it's all so fucking much. your breath gets stuck in your throat when he rolls his hips with precision, successfully hitting your sensitive spot over and over again.
"breathe, baby, breathe."
his voice has never been softer, more caring, than it is now. he whispers the words into your skin, he carves them right into your pulse point before pressing a kiss in the exact same place. it's intimate, you feel his love. he waits for you to do it; he slows his hips just a tad and waits. rough fingers find your warm cheek as he tilts your face to his, your noses brush and lips touch - he's everywhere.
you take in a shaky breath and he kisses away the tears of pleasure that trickle from the corner of your eyes as a reward. toji grinds his hips into yours without ever pulling out even an inch and he smiles to himself when you let out a quiet broken mewl. it's a silent cry, a tell-tale sign that he's about to get to watch you unravel in his very arms.
he doesn't stop pressing messy kisses all over your face as he rolls his hips against yours; as you cry out in his hold, as you tremble and twitch, as you whisper his name like it's your own personal mantra. you try to crane your neck to escape his overbearing presence but he doesn't let you – he moves his head with you, his eyes glued to your blissed out face, your furrowed brows and your parted lips, as he pumps you full of his seed. you're all he needs. your pleasure is all he needs.
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guppybibi · 2 months ago
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(i feel sick again so uhh bad work!! this happens like every week im so sigma) obviously not proofread, not any good
Price's toddler who has never seen him without his beard, so when he decides to shave it all off on one random Thursday evening—their whole world is in shambles. They don't recognize the man who is attempting to carry them, the one cooing in front of them.
So they resort to what toddlers do best, crying. And oh boy, can they cry.. Refusing to get picked up by the 'strange' man that managed to enter their house and to be fair, he looked like he went from Captain to Lieutenant in a matter of seconds.
Dinner came and they still refused to go near, looks like you taught them really good 'stranger danger' instincts..a little too good. It got to the point even you were unsure if this truly was your husband, you weren't used to the lack of beard tickling you with each kiss.
..Maybe it was your attempt to make your kid feel better about it, not to feel alone. Maybe that's how you end up slightly convinced that this could be a doppelgänger of the Captain John Price we all know and love..his beard does eventually grow back though so yay!!
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kmiuu1 · 6 months ago
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Just thinkin' bout Gojo Satoru.
Gojo x Reader, basically! :3
( Sorry about the small text thing!! I don't really use the small txt but it suits this style better, lol...! )
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Satoru, the man who would gleefully get down on his knees and hands to worship you — his beloved, precious, endearing, gorgeous, and talented woman. The thing he finds best about that part is that you're his.
Satoru, who would prefer to be the little spoon as he loves your touch — the way you hold him so lovingly, how could he not be intoxicated by you and your warmth?
Satoru, thought he'd never have the time or chance to ever find the “love of his life” till he met you. Completely altering that thought, twisting and bending it a 180° degrees when you just randomly slipped into his life at one point.
Gojo Satoru.
Is the man that loves you. The man whose fallen heads over heels for you. Not the “strongest”, but Satoru — Your “baby”, your “man”.
If you were to ever say you liked “poetry”, he'd all of a sudden also be into it and conjure up the most corny yet breathtaking poems.
If you felt like homemade desserts, he'd scurry to get an apron and get to work. Hes good at everything he does, anyway... so of course anything he bakes will probably be the best thing you've ever had.
You ever accidentally blurt out a “Ugh, I kinda feel sick...”, and he'd be gone the second you finish that sentence — only to return with a plastic bag filled with prescribed medicine in SECONDS.
Of course, you'd do the same things for him even if it'd mostly end up as failures — but that's exactly why he loves you. Because you treat him as an equal, because you don't see him any less or more than the average human being. Hes just him, in your eyes.
Though, he knew the world of Jujutsu would eventually cause your seperation together. He'll be selfish, for a bit more — as long as you're the reason, as long it's you.
He loves you. You love him.
And that'll never change. Even if the world were to be thrown against the sun, even if the largest meteor ever recorded were to suddenly crash through the earth, even if a million natural disasters were to occur at once.
This may or may not be the first and last time he'll ever be so greedy for another person's love, touch, warmth, and joy. As long it's you until the end of time, his soul and heart belongs to you — and will never stop being greedy.
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(*´▽`)ノノ ( Did I cook guys?? Satoru gives me cuteness aggression sometimes, tbh. I wanna hug him so bad ugh. )
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jaybirdzi · 8 months ago
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2:49 am
warnings: none, fluff, cuddly jason after patrol :( i just wanna cuddle him despite how much i hate physical touch :(, smelly sweaty jason but in a cute way
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jason was exhausted, he had started patrol earlier than usual, he got roughed up but beat the bastards in the end. he was caught off guard, and was already having a horrible day. he climbs through the window in a huff, despite having keys to the front door.
and there you were, laying there prettily, arm around a teddy bear he had won for you with tickets from the arcade on your 4th date.
he takes off his mask, shrugging his jacket off and his gear, stepping out of his heavy boots. he moved the teddy bear from your arms, replacing the stuffed toy as you stir awake. "j-jay..." you grumbled sleepily.
"shhh babe.... just sleep" he brings you closer (if possible) and kisses your forehead, smelling a hint of your shampoo.
"mnnmm... you stink" you comment, your face twisting slightly.
"i know... bad day, just let me sleep... 'll take a shower with you in the mornin'." he sighs, relaxing against you. you sympathize with him, just accepting your sleepy, sweaty boyfriend.
"fine..." you mumble and relax against him. "we shower together"
"of course."
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short ikk but im tired :( work is after my asss
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generalsdiary · 29 days ago
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hybrid cat!ratio but aventurine isn't aware how feline like he is, until a sleep deprived ratio sits beside him on the couch and rests his head on his shoulder. and purs. aventurine freezes, soft rumbling of veritas' chest soothing him, and then, if purring wasn't enough, the long purple tail curls up in his lap. aventurine wants to jump out of his skin- cuddly veritas? doctor veritas ratio purring, seeking touch? kakavasha is losing his shit by the second.
meanwhile ratio is running on three hours of sleep for a stupid reason, and he simply embraces aventurine, cuddling closer wanting more of this comfort.
the last straw is ratio nuzzling his face into the blond's neck. rubbing his cheeks, nose against the soft skin. the furry ears brushing past his jaw. purring getting louder.
aventurine is a mess, he loves it of course, nonetheless he is caught off guard. he attempts at one of his one liners, to feel out the atmosphere, "do you... also meow?" he ends up sounding like a teenage boy stuttering in front of his crush.
shivers go down his spine when ratio speaks lowly against his ear in a husky voice, "would you like to hear it?"
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meowzilla93 · 6 months ago
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oh man lets go! what perfectly juicy questions too!
*cracks knuckles* lets go, this is gonna be a lengthy one again
When did your MC fall in love with Baxter? (Which step, was it a conscious thing or something they didn't realize until later?)
August identifies as Demisexual, so for her there is a requirement to have a strong attachment to the person they are with to be romantic/sexual with (though this isnt something that she realises until later in life after Baxter left)
August will admit that she had something of a crush on Baxter since the Summer Soiree when they were 13. The whole scenario just reminded her so much of those tropey teen romance novels of meeting your soulmate randomly and never seeing them again until it the time was right. She is a little romantic at heart, give her a break (p≧w≦q)
So when they meet again when they are 18, those feelings of a crush merely reawakened and started to develop further. Though not really believing in soulmates at this time, she still felt a pull towards him that she never felt with other partners they has been with and wanted to explore this with him.
Even though August knew there was a deadline, she never anticipated that they couldn't stay friends. That broke her heart more than she was willing to admit for a while. And to have a broken heart, one needed to be in love.
August was in love with Baxter from Step 3, if she were to put a moment to it, she recons the day with him in the Mountains, seeing him be free with her, that perfect moment on the log, and then the fireplace, and that kiss. It was the final nail in the coffin for her.
She never stopped loving him, but it was very much put to the back of her mind as she focused on her life and career, tried to date but it never amounted to anything. Her last partner helped her realize that she could be demisexual, and additionally, that perhaps she never got over the feelings over a certain Monochrome Man.
Of course Step 4 happens, those same feelings she had when she first saw him at step 3 slapped her in the face and it confirmed to her what she kinda already knew; August still loved Baxter.
2. When do you think Baxter really fell in love with your MC? (Which step, did he realize it??)
I think Baxter the moment that it was final for him was the final dance, the after party; Summer Soiree 2.0. Did he know then? No. He was so adamant that this would disappear, he would leave their life and as anticipated, these feelings would disappear.
But of course, they didn't. The heartbreak he felt, the constant sadness when he saw that she messaged him until he muted the notifications. Those treasure memories being bittersweet more than sweet. So he went back to his usual routine of sleeping around again.
And it kinda worked, in a way. Focused on school, getting his needs, he was able to push her to the back of his mind for a bit, trying to get from one day to the next. There was this one night though, little over a year after he left Sunset Bird thoroughly behind, where he met someone at a club, another one night stand, goes back to their apartment and goes through the motions.
But as this person lays down on their bed, the light from the street hits their face, illuminating half their face, and in turn, lighting up their hair as if it was copper in colour and their eye a golden hue.
For a split moment, he thought it was her. His August. And in that split moment he was elated, before the sheer weight of the guilt, sadness, and heartbreak wrecked through him.
This was where he realized he loved her. Loved her since that summer, and still loved her till this day. And that nothing but her would truly make him happy or content. So, he leaves with his apologies and never goes back to that lifestyle. It wasn't what he wanted, anymore.
A certain wedding was both a blessing and a curse; This wasnt how he wanted to see her again, not how he wanted to do this. August deserved better than he could ever give, until he learns that maybe, just maybe they did really accept him as he is.
My Little Bonus: August wanted to open herself up to him again but is so scared about being left behind in the dust that they keep closed off to him until he starts opening up to them first. In the end, it was Baxter confessing his feelings for her that was the catalyst to open up fully to him (though the two idiots are too afraid to admit that they loved each other until a few months down the track) <3
Open MC/Baxter Lore Question!
This kinda stuff is what I live for, and so I'm gonna pose it to the broader OLBA Baxter romance fans. It's a two-parter question, and one I think is super, super interesting!! It really gives others an understanding of who your MC is and how their dynamic is with the Danger Oreo.
When did your MC fall in love with Baxter? (Which step, was it a conscious thing or something they didn't realize until later?)
When do you think Baxter really fell in love with your MC? (Which step, did he realize it??)
Bonus third question, if anyone's keen: If either of them were unaware of their feelings in the moment, when did they realize THAT was the snapshot in time where they became a lost cause?
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mousetheman06 · 2 months ago
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I think far too many people are forgetting that the blue is NOT his skin.
Kurt Wagner is a fuzzy man from head to toe and he’s a furry little blue menace. HES A FUZZY MAN. HE IS SOFT AND FLUFFY AND COVERED IN HAIR.
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vmp3ater · 8 months ago
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furina x afab! reader
warnings. dom! top! reader, sub! bottom! furina, reader has a strap, brat taming?, kitchen counter sex, slight hair pulling. written by a minor.
notes. IN FURINA WE TRUST RAAAHHHH
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furinas hands scrambled for purchase along the countertops, moaning as she felt your hands grip her clothed waist hard as your strap pounded into her cunt. this was just what she wanted, even though she was teasing you for being so desperate.
but her bratty behavior only resulted in her being bent over the kitchen counter after her overcoat, her sash that held her vision and her shorts and underwear being thrown on the floor, which had only left her in her thinner undercoat and her thigh garters, and her hat rolling off to the floor.
you were fucking her into oblivion, watching your cock slide in and out of her cunt, making filthy squelching noises as faint sounds of skin slapping against your clothed pelvis filled the room.
“ahn— s-so good!” furina hopelessly babbled, high pitched whimpers escaping from slightly parted lips as the fake veins of your cock dragged against her walls so swiftly, she couldn’t even process the feeling properly.
her cunt clings onto your cock like a vice, a gasp shuddering from her as your tip drags against her sweet spot, grinding her hips back towards yours in approval. you can’t help but fist your hand into her short white and blue hair, gripping her hair softly as to not be too rough with her, but just enough that she can feel slight pain.
furina moans out in pleasure, her cunt clenching around your cock and warmth soaring through her neglected clit, her gloved hands curling on the countertop as she could feel her orgasm approaching. you leaned down towards the nape of her neck, peppering kisses towards her shoulder and the crook of her neck as she whimpered.
“such a good girl, hm?” you whispered into her ear, and that was enough to make her cum. right when you finished your sentence, she froze in place when her orgasm washed over her body, letting go of her hair as your strap pounded relentlessly into her.
furina positively screams as she cums on your cock, thighs trembling and gloved fingertips clawing at the countertop as her cunt leaks all over your strap, her juices making a mess of the counters and your pants as she shook under you, mind blank from pleasure and not being able to think about where she’d rather be.
but of course, you weren’t done with her. but it wasn’t like she didn’t ever want to stop. you then again leaned down to her so that you could whisper in her ear.
“let’s continue in the bedroom, shall we?”
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elliespassagerprincess · 2 months ago
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Maybe another dark toxic ellie oneshot in the future
Laundry - (ellie williams x reader)
your wish is my command, i hope you like it, i tried not to make it toooo toxic <3
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Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts:)
warnings: toxic relationships, face spitting
Summary: In which you didn't fold the laundry
authors note: prepare to be sick of me because i have so many drafts
masterlist
imagine you and ellie had a huge argument earlier that day about unfolded laundry.
Ellie had woken up in a grumpier mood than usual, her eyes burning from the sunlight shining into your shared room. With a groan, Ellie got up, shivering as her feet touched the cold floor.
She got up, walking with her eyes closed, but she tripped over a pile of laundry that was left on the floor.
"Fucking-" she swore as she held her ankle.
You ran into the room, hearing the noise from downstairs. The scene was almost comedic: Ellie hunched over mumbling curse words to herself as she held her angle.
"Els..." you whispered, holding in your laugh.
"You" she said softly as her head snapped in your direction.
"Can you not clean properly?"
Your brows furrowed at her question.
"Ellie its your clothes-"
"i work all fucking day. All Fucking day, and i let you stay at home. I provide you look after the place. I expect you to fold my laundry. How would you feel if i stopped paying the bills?"
She did this often. She liked reminding you that she was the in charge. She was the one providing and you were nothing more than a stay at home girlfriend.
"Ellie-"
"get the fuck out"
You listened, like the dog you were. You ran out the room like a dog with it's tail between it's legs.
Ellie came out the room a while later, she didn't look at you she didn't acknowledge you.
You hated when she did that.
And she knew you hated it.
You had to get her attention somehow. You knew just what to do.
The sun had set, Ellie came home walking right past you, she didn't even utter a "hi".
She sat on the couch, probably responding to Dina's texts.
"I want to break up" you suddenly spoke. You prayed that this would work. You could never leave, but you knew this would get a reaction out of her.
"What?"
"you heard me"
she threw her phone to the side and she got up walking towards you. You felt her cold fingers grip your face
"you're not fucking leaving me" she was close.
So close. You could smell her cologne. You could count her freckles.
You won this round. Both of you knew that.
You felt her grip tighten on your chin and you let out a yelp. This would probably leave bruises.
"the day you try to leave me is the day your dead body will be found, so don't even think about it"
You knew she was serious. Ellie doesn't play when it comes to things like that. You knew she was just reminding you who was in control and you liked it.
You were probably just as sick as she was.
She let go of your space and she spat onto your face.
"You make me sick" was all she said before she walked away.
You watched her walk into the kitchen as you wiped off your face, she didn't even look at you as she opened the fridge. All she said was: "Go fold the laundry baby"
And you did just that.
<3
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meowzilla93 · 10 months ago
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Baxter Drabble about Colours – I love the implication and theory around colours and how they affect peoples memories and view on life
that whole monochrome schtick - i just know it had so many implications
life is black and white too
he was black, everything else was white, to bright, too much for him to have
it was always him against the world, him and everyone else
maybe first time he sees MC at soiree, there was a little colour – someone who didn’t know him and just was happy to dance with him
that little bit of light starts breaking through, but he doesn’t think much of it
step 3, he sees MC and that little bit of light comes back a little bit no brighter than it was during the soiree
but then he and MC go out for some sightseeing
as they ask about him and he them, that light becomes brighter and changes colour
yellow/gold starts to shine through, and it only gets brighter the more he talks with them
something new is happening, and he doesn’t understand it
but he wants to know more
so he makes that decision – he will be that chaste suitor rather than the one night of fun
see if he can see more of that colour in the world
gold moves to blues and greens, eventually pinks and reds of love
he wanted to find out more, wanted to see that more
but the more he saw, the more scared he was of losing it when it became all encompassing
so he walks away, he returns to what he knows
the normality that he always had
but it feels that much colder now
better to let it go before it consumed his life, rather than be in a life of colour and have someone else rip it away from him
and then five years pass and he sees you again
but the colours don’t re-appear slowly like they did last time
its not slow
it sudden, bright, blinding
he sees MC in the restaurant and colour just shines around them like a halo
he is so scared to see it again, so he runs
each time he sees them again, memory of the colours he saw and the warmth that accompanied them returned
he tries to resist it, but that part of him that hated the lonely nights, the colourless and cold world, the more he fails to succeed in that
and so his walls start to crumble, he lets the colour flow around his life again
he can just feel that warmth, and he wants more
so he opens his world to the MC, lets them in and in that same moment, steps into their world
and the world blossoms in colour around him
he looks back and there is no monochrome left
just all encompassing colour
acceptance, warmth, care, love
earthy colours are his favourtie, always. memories of friends in the patina of golds reds and oranges, and the love he found amongst the green blue and gold
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teddybeartoji · 2 months ago
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shoko and her biting tendencies... nips at your fingers with a cocky little grin when you're trying to brush her hair out of her face, her eyes growing darker at your expression. nips at the inside of your wrist ever so gently after raising your hand to her mouth, her maroon lips staining the back of it with something akin to adoration. with something deeper perhaps. your body is on fire.
nips at your neck as you're cooking, her cold hands finding safe haven under your shirt. she sways her hips side to side, her voice raspy when she chuckles at your reaction. this is what it's all about. the reaction. she's always hungry for more, her teeth speaking for her as they graze over the side of your throat, sending goosebumps all over your skin. she hums, lowly. she lets you wait for anther bite.
you're breathing faster. it's hard to focus on the food. your eyes fall shut.
you crane your neck to give her more room.
the reaction.
she lets you wait for a bite that never comes.
instead, you're graced with a simple "hi, babe".
you feel her grinning into your neck. you feel warm all over.
she nips at your shoulder as you're brushing your teeth. ready for bed, ready to rest – she's still going. when you send her a look, she brushes you off with mischievious eyes, gesturing for you to finish your task while she leans against the bathroom counter beside you. her fingers ghost over the shell of your ear as she tucks away a stray hair and you have half the mind to bite back at her, but you can't. there's something to her that let's her get away with everything. you can't be mad, you can't be upset. ever.
bewitched.
damned even.
she nips at your legs as she's climbing onto the bed with you, your friendship slipping from between your fingers with every bite she takes. her eyes meet yours in the dim lighting and it's hard not to crumble, to let your thoughts go wild at the sight of her sinking her teeth into the sensitive, plush flesh of your upper thighs. it's stings, it hurts – the way she does it. she doesn't hold back, not a lot at least.
her canines leave dents in your skin but the warm touch of her tongue over the markings makes it easy to forget about the ache.
her fingertips dance somewhere on you but you don't even know where. you can't think, not now.
feel.
deeper. harder.
she wants a reaction.
more. more.
higher.
closer.
a reaction.
parted lips. a gasp.
music to her ears. she hums.
she's way too close to your hip, only mere inches from your core but no matter how much you try to wriggle and squirm – she doesn't stop there. more, more, more.
her lips are dark as ever, the color on them smudged and ruined by you and only you. there's a trail starting from your calf, all the way up to your waist now. red lipstick marks of fate.
she'd laugh at you for even thinking about something so corny.
she's under your shirt now. her fingers.
pushing up the material of your shirt, she keeps her eyes on you. cherishes the way you shiver below her, the way you blink at her.
shoko's thighs settle on either side of your marked up one and the contact set off fireworks somewhere deep inside you. your own fingers itch to touch, too, but the fear of her pulling away is too much; you'll let her do anything, everything, and if the cost of the pleasure of having her is for you to stay in this twisted web of hers, then so be it.
she nips at your lower stomach. her lips brush against your skin, staining more of you with the dark shade of red, with the bloody kind of love.
you hiss and her grins etches wider.
like a dog to a bone, her next bite is even harder than the last. she kneads the side of your waist with her skilled hand and you think about how butchers tenderizes the meat. how they work through the piece with their tools, preparing it for a meal. you swallow the lump in your throat.
teeth in your skin. again and again.
her knee pushes up against you.
her dark eyes glint under the moonlight as she hovers above you now. hands by the sides of your head, she stays there just staring at you. eyeing you. observing.
you keep giving them to her.
little reactions.
a hitched breath. a desperate head tilt. pleading eyes.
sharp teeth stuck in the lower lip. gnawing and gnawing, waiting for more.
who's the hungry one now?
is it still her?
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bakugousolos · 2 years ago
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Meow meow meow. Imagine being barbarian!bakugos wife and sitting him down to braid the sides of his hair 🤤🤤. Like everyone just kinda stops and stares at how you easily lead him towards your seat and have him plop down in front of you, he doesn’t even know why you brought him there. 🙏 just happy to be with you n in your presence.
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yoongisababygoat · 8 months ago
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Kitty /ᐠ - ˕ -マ
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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Rating: SFW!
Genre: Fluff
A/N: As armys, we shall NEVER let go of the cat Min agenda. NEVER.
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THE evening was the usual for both you and Yoongi. Both back from work, social batteries drained, hurdled in warm cozy spots doing your own things.
For you, you stayed curled up on the couch, cocooned in your fluffy blanket, nose buried in your book.
Whilst Yoongi sat on his designated chair, curled up with his laptop working on some beats which according to him were 'for fun not work'.
"Yooon",
Silence
"Yoonie?", you call out eyes still fixed on your book.
Being met with silence once again, you look up to find him wearing headphones.
Taking a page from your sticky notes, you curl it into a ball and throw it at him, immediately getting his attention.
He looks up at you puzzled, examining the paper ball.
"Yoongiee can you grab me the kitty please? I wanna snuggle", you ask of your lover, honey practically drizzling from your tone because ofcourse your request would require him to walk downstairs and grab the poor cat for your snuggles sake.
He looks up at you once again only to be greeted by the greatest puppy eyes you could pull.
He looks at you for a second, then away, thinking.
"You want to snuggle the cat huh?", he asks breaking out of his trance.
He stands up, putting his laptop aside, brings his arm to the backside of the collor of his shirt, mimicking the action of being lifted up. He abruptly makes his way towards you and plops his body right onto yours, causing you to let out a huff.
"What're you doing?", you ask, confused but still inviting him in your arms naturally.
"You wanted to snuggle a cat", he explains hiding his face in your neck.
"Meow"
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guppybibi · 2 months ago
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(i've never tried a pomegranate before & it looks noms)
Simon Riley who is oddly similar to a pomegranate.
It's not the most common comparison you'll see, but who can blame anyone when his hands are stained with red, much like the tart fruit. It takes quite a while to peel a pomegranate without the right methods, no? Same goes for Simon, it'll take a decent amount of time for him to unravel and unveil his true self to you, to anyone in general. You'll have to go through a hard pericarp before you can even get to the spongy mesocarp, rock hard walls formed through years of..issues let's say.
But good things do take time, the best crops of pomegranates don't take 5-6 years for nothing after all. The name possibly stemmed from the French word for fruit, pomme-grenade, fitting isn't it? And Ghost in particular considered himself a dead man, lacking a soul as he roams around the world as a shell of a man. Good thing (not really..), the pomegranate was considered the 'fruit of the dead', believed to have sprung from the blood of Adonis.
uhh and they're yummy pls pls someone buy me one
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bevy-obeyme · 5 months ago
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So, we all know Aoshima Island yes? Japan’s most famed island for mostly having only cats.
Now. Imagine Satan knowing about it. In the best way possible, he’d go feral.
Satan trying to persuade Lucifer to the human world -
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