#spoiled monster

[idridian]

Saw this post and I just had to share it with you. As a watari connoisseur what are your thoughts on this?

It's from the kira game, so none of these interactions are canon, but there may be some truth to this one lol

https://www.tumblr.com/queeranotkira/757287956186857472/wow-way-to-throw-your-manslave-under-the-bus-l-the?source=share

*looks slowly from the post to my ao3 catalogue and then back at the post*

....i mean. are they wrong though lol

(tho tbh given L's neutral facial expression, the vibes of this interaction seem closer to sayu going "watari's a creep!! >:(" and L chimes in with "he sure is 🥰🥰" and then everybody stares at him awkwardly. but maybe that's just me)

[idridian]

🤔

anyway while i'm sitting around saying controversial things i'm about to softlaunch watari as L's sugar daddy.

[kan-be]

so I’ve had this fantasy AU in the back of my mind since 2021 and I finally decided to draw some stuff on it

[wired-for-weird]

need more monster posts about recieving pleasure that doesnt automatically make the recipient the sub

like. allowing a human settlement to slowly grow right at a distant edge of my territory til I deem it worth razing, taking my pick of new toys and devouring the rest along with their livestock. returning to my den and servants with limbs aching from the long journey, maw and claws and mane matted with gore. tossing my prizes aside for the moment, knowing they'll be taken care of, fed, cleaned, dressed, restrained if necessary, and sinking into the waters of a hot spring. the heat soaking into my muscles and starting to warm away the aches there while half a dozen pairs of hands work the dried blood from my fur and muzzle, the only interruption the occasional sting as an arrow or splinter is dug from a flesh wound.

when that's done, hauling myself out to drowse and be dried off and have my body worked over more fully. Claws spread and sharpened, sensitive pads pressed and checked for injuries and softened with oils if they're looking too dry. Jaws open so my teeth can be picked clean of cloth or sinew, irritating splinters of bone or metal dug from my gums. The pleasure of having my tongue pushed on and the taste of skin more than enough to get me hard, tail curling and uncurling with every shiver through my body.

having a bound toy brought and positioned under me, so as my cock emerges from its slit, I push straight into a hot, tight, slick hole. rocking my hips into it as my muscles are worked over to finish what the hot water started, especially around my shoulders, hips, and the base of my wings. especially my wings. pressure on the aching flight muscles is delicious, the limbs being moved and stretched making me purr. the purring only gets louder when hands move to my belly, the skin there extra sensitive because of how I gorged myself earlier.

a second toy placed between my jaws, legs forced apart and pinned between my back teeth, licking the salt and fear-taste from their skin, burrowing my tongue into them until they howl, the swell I make in their stomach pressing against the back of my incisors.

a full-body shudder as I come, pulsing so much into the toy beneath me that the bulge of my cock disappears. they're pulled off me, turned around, and have barely enough time to open their mouth before I plunge my cock into their throat. barely softening, I press myself deeper, as far as I can go, purring still as my servants carry on massaging my aches away.

that continuing til I physically cannot come any more, having each toy replaced as they're filled up or worn out, til I'm mindless and limp with well-fed animal pleasure.

[fairsweetlonging]

i'm so weak for original luo binghe/shen yuan where he succeeds in stealing bingmei's shizun to have for himself.

maybe they cross over in the dream realm (like in the punishment protocol), and he sees this other version of shen qingqiu, standing beside the koi pond of qing jing peak, looking calm and healthy and alive, and different, just slightly different. and when this shen qingqiu looks up and sees binghe, he doesn't sneer and attack like in nightmares, nor does he try to run like in the punishment dreams—he smiles. he smiles at binghe, and calls his name. he looks... happy, to see him.

confused, yet intrigued, bingge indulges a little by humoring this weird dream version of his old shizun, meeting him by the pond, and while it's the same face it's not the sharpness of an ice cold beauty, it's warm and soft and tender, even more so when shen qingqiu plucks a peach blossom from the tree and tucks it in binghe's hair, when he leans over and presses the pretty curve of his mouth against binghe's cheek, when he calls him "binghe" instead of "beast".

at first bingge thinks this must be a dream; he's a mere spectator, saying little to nothing at all, watching quietly as shen qingqiu chatters about some beast that liu qingge brought him (bingge was a bit surprised to hear that name, he died so long ago), sitting down with him, not moving when shen qingqiu leans against his side.

then shen qingqiu disappears, and bingge is alone again. he isn't sad, or even angry, he's just confused. he usually has full control over his dream realms, what just happened? but then again, he usually enjoys tormenting shen qingqiu, so he hadn't interrupted the man before, and after he realized it was different, he never bothered changing it. this might be just a fluke?

it happens again. shen qingqiu is a little more quiet, this time, a little tired. they sit together at the pond's edge again, shen qingqiu leaning against him, and this time bingge takes him into his arms, just to see what happens. shen qingqiu reacts positively, snuggling closer, but he shouldn't. this has never been something bingge wanted, nothing he ever even thought about, it makes no sense.

then somewhere somehow he realizes that through xin mo he's transporting a different shizun from a different world to his dream realm, and when he realizes that somewhere out there there is a shizun that smiles and laughs and cares for him, loves him.... he wants it.

so he does what he always does when he sees something he wants: he takes it.

next time they're together in the dream realm, he's prepared. he silently hooks his claws into shen qingqiu's (ridiculously unprotected) consciousness, using xin mo's power to track him down and create a rift. he lands in a cosy little bedroom, with a large bed and trinkets on the shelves and a ton of books. shen qingqiu is still asleep, curled around a large pillow but alone. whoever he thinks bingge is in his dreams isn't here. and well, if they're not here to protect him, clearly they don't care enough to keep him (bingge would never leave him out in the open like this, his sweet, naive, stupid shizun, laid out like a treat for anyone to snatch up). he makes sure shen qingqiu is deep asleep before he lifts him up and takes him back, closing the rift behind him.

[fumifooms]

[idridian]

making this post using gifs made by me for the gifset that's thinly veiled propaganda for the 50k fanfic series i've written about watari having sexual relations with L is a bold choice, friend, but go off i guess lmao

watari’s final thoughts as he nears the afterlife

“Finally… a new challenge...”

[termiken]

IM GONNA CRY HE'S SO PISSED

[spoiledskullz]

Draculaura doodle

[idridian]

a scream    like a hammer and chisel a weak spot    arbiter hatred    like tidal waves fear    unchecked

[idridian]

*crying noises* Aaaaaaaaaaa thank you so much <3 <3 I love themmmmm <3

For @idridian, here's a blast from the past - L and Watari!

I drew so much Death Note fanart back in the day, I didn't need a reference, except to check if Watari wore gloves or not. I've got so many stories built around that fandom - good, bad, and really fuckin' weird. What a time in my life that was!

[roukabi]

it's for real this time you guys trust me it's really gonna happen

[fauvester]

little moshang fan kid <3

spoiled, aloof, a bit of a bitch, terminally 'weak constitution'-ed, lowkey lazy, prefers reading his dailies in the office and pretending to do paperwork to fighting

[stupidvillainousposts]

Mabel: Papa Stan? When you and Papa Fidds get married, can I be the flower girl?

Stan: I don't see why not.

Dipper: I'll be the ring bear!

Stan: Bearer. Not bear.

Dipper: Yes, bear! I'll show up in a bear suit! Bear suit! Bear suit! Bear suit!

Stan, laughing: Okay, okay! But it better be a cute bear. No scary bear-pups at Papa Stan's and Papa Fidds' wedding.

Dipper and Mabel: Yay!

Fidds, meanwhile: *Trying to Process Stan's Apparent Plans to Marry Him*

[idridian]

couldn't be me smh

there's people in the death note fandom who call themselves sickos but they haven't even read ao3 user ydritte's spoiled monster series

[rocketbirdie]

local lance main won't be surprised if they save the [best] [worst] for last