#that one... that ones a dozey

[lexa-griffins]

Do you have any headcanons about Madi's first big trip or vacation away from the farm?

I do :D they go on vacation when she's around three years old. It's the first vacation Lexa and Clarke have taken since their honeymoon (which to be fair was a simple one hour plane ride to the city of Polis, nothing all that fancy) and because the second baby should be coming in the next six months or so, they decide its time to take Madi for a fun trip to the beach, a place only Lexa has been to actually.

Madi is absolutely on wow with the plane. Madi doesn't really have screen time (all they have in the farm is an oldish TV and old movies, no matter how disgusted Raven acts when she comes around and realizes they don't even have cable) nor is she used to staying still for this long (~2 to 3 hours) so Lexa overpacked a bunch of her toys and coloring books and story books but turns out all Madi wants to do is be amazed at the sky outside and tell her moms to look at the cloud or the birds. Four three whole hours she will simply wiggle in Clarke's lap and staring out the window while Clarke snaps a hundred pictures of her. Luckily for Lexa this means she can take a nap and not worry about Madi being terrified of the height (like Lexa kind of is but refuses to admit).

Once at the beach Madi goes fucking berserk. Madi has never seen the ocean, never seen a wave, never even played in beach sand. First things first tho - she looks so fucking cute in her little yellow swimsuit Lexa got for her. The looks is complete with the little fisherman's hat that matches Lexa's and the ungodly amount of sunscreen that matches Clarke's.

She catches up on swimming pretty quickly and keeps giggling as Lexa teaches her how to swim, while Clarke looks like a nervous wreck at the shallow end because after a decade of being together Lexa has just learned Clarke doesnt know how to swim.

Madi and Clarke build what could be the most impressive sand castle that beach as ever seen, Lexa asks for Madi's help to bury Clarke in the sand and then Madi spends tens minutes throwing a tantrum because there is sand on the pb&j Lexa made for her jntil she eventually tires herself out and falls asleep on Clarke's chest. Before they leave Madi shrieks when a bunch of seaguls show up and has a truly "look at all those chickens" vine moment although she quickly loses interest when they won't play with her.

They also are fucking tourists, and Madi loves walking around holding her moms hands as they rock the exact same vacation shirt with the pineapple print. She makes a friend at the pool of the cheap chain hotel they're staying at that she declares her best friend even if they never see each other again. In the morning she yells at Lexa that she wants to stay at the beach forever and by the time nap time comes she keeps crying and saying she misses home and that she's scared the animals have forgotten her.

And for all the trouble Madi likes to cause Lexa and clarke can proudly say she only ran away from them once and only threw an absolutely public tantrum one time at a restaurant after she bite her chicken nuggets and found out they were fish (which she still ate but looking teary eyed at the fish tank the restaurant has).

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

No you don't understand I love Barnaby x Howdy with x Wally planoticly-

It's in my mind a little more often than it should be lmao

But its there

Living and thriving

oh please, i think i Do understand. so so much.

i have this delusional little world in my head that i often retreat to where the three of them live together. wally is their special lil guy. they all have dinner together. they do activities. sometimes barnaby/howdy wake up and he's in bed w/ them bc he got lonely and wanted to listen to them breathe itsnotcreepyiswear-

[shoyoist]

now that i've read your sub julien fic i need a lil thirst for him to DOMINATE u in bed

I like to imagine him fuckin u in front of the mirror all messy <3 sorry but i cant act normal after his spread came out i love himm

──── 𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐊𝐄𝐘 : julien loki

content: gn!reader, dom julien + mirror sex, lots of praise and sweet talk, multiple orgasms, mind-break(?) a few generic french terms of affection. a/n: literally never passing up a chance to write for a dark-skinned poc lmaoo thank you for sending this in nonnie!

sometimes, you think julien is so fucking agonizing. but in the best way — if that makes sense.

he's got those gentle eyes, that low-voiced hum, those firm hands. all the right words and all the best moves. he hypnotizes you so easily, like he's a magician and you're a pretty little pet he's picked out from his audience.

he could bite right into you, and you wouldn't even know it. because he'd be murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin the entire time, and the tone of his voice is enough to tip you into a daze — you'd let him do anything he wanted.

like you're doing right now.

julien has one hand wrapped around your throat, like a pretty bow-tie that's just a little too tight. his other hand squeezes at your chest, holding your body pressed firmly to his, coaxing little whines out of you with feather-light, teasing brushes of his fingertips at your sensitive nipples. you're sat in his lap, bouncing like a bobble-headed doll while he fucks up into you.

"look, chéri," he nods to the full length mirror propped up by the bed, facing your bodies. he holds your throat a little tighter, kissing the side of your neck gently as he groans with you. "lovely."

you know he doesn't even mind if you don't look, knowing that by this point you're too high on the pleasure he's giving you to respond properly — but your eyes flit to the reflection waiting before you anyway, as obedient as ever for him.

julien sits at the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your legs spread nice and wide so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your messy hole. both your bodies glow with a sheen of sweat, and if you look close enough, you can see tear streaks lining your face. "j—julien," you whine. "'m close. getting close."

"yeah? gonna cum for me again?" he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to your neck. "so easy tonight."

he says that, but that's only because he's gentle with his words. magician's silver tongue. the way he's fucking you has you out of your mind — he's the one that's got you ragdoll-limp in his arms, and he's teasing you, calling you easy. "mh— julien."

your moan is sweet, but julien doesn't sound impressed when he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "ah, shhh. use your words, love."

the pace of his cock in and out of you doesn't relent, and you're only able to let out another moan in response. his hand slips down from your chest to the space between your legs anyway, touching you just the way you like it.

"hhn, please. nearly there." you let out, and his fingers press just slightly harder, pushing you to the edge immediately. he'd tell you to hold the orgasm and wait till he allows you to cum, but he knows you're past that point. there's no playing with you anymore, fucked out and dumb on his cock.

so he pulls the high out of you like a man at a magic show with a top hat and a wand, letting go of your throat so he can press at your chest and whisper in your ear to breathe deeper and slower, knowing the orgasm lasts so much longer when you're relaxed and dozey. "there you go, mon trésor... so good for me."

his voice comes out just slightly cracked, feeling you flutter around him, tight and warm and wet. you're really so damn good.

"you can take some more, can't you?" he hums, finally bringing his hand back up, cupping your face and turning your lips to him for a kiss. "make me feel good?"

"mmm," you nod, and julien knows you're doing it mindlessly. he sees the tears in your eyes, the blank look in them. he lets out a little laugh, grabbing your hips to adjust your body. he knows you're all his for the taking. as long as he keeps giving you kisses and talking to you sweetly, you'd let him do anything.

"alright, baby." he feels his cock twitch within you, ready to empty another load inside. his grip on your body tightens once more, turning you towards the mirror. "eye-contact with yourself while i fuck you, now. good."

[petpippin]

୨ৎ sweet escape! — chifuyu mats.

it came first with the shoujo mangas he'd bashfully keep hidden under his mattress, vowing to never have that guilty pleasure slip to even his best friend, baji.

there had just been something about whirlwind romances, the fateful meet of a guy and a girl, destined to evolve into something deeper that set chifuyu's cheeks ablaze, having to fight the urge to grin so stupidly.

he'd always considered himself a tough guy, too.

hands shoved into the pockets of his ill-worn pants, hair put up in a way that looked so cool. (there had gone months before baji had set him straight with that awful 'do.)

but there'd always been something about those types of girls, that stayed with him.

charms that jingle as they skipped by, all soft-spoken, with gentle hands and tooth-rotting smiles. the type of girl that'd shrink under the scrutiny of bigger guys like baji, or draken, yet would curl up so perfectly in chifuyu's palm.

yeah. girls like that, girls, it so happens, like you.

which is why chifuyu is counting every lucky star in the damn sky, when you, fumbling with your hands, let a pink-tinted pencil slip from your grasp.

staring habit ramming into him like full-speed train, chifuyu barely has time to react before he's bending down, nearly making it a race, picking up the jingling little thing for you.

he nearly stares you into the ground, growing red and flustered, shakily handing you back your pencil.

"here's-- your-- pe-en-cil," it's a dire realization chifuyu is quick to make in that moment, that he definetly isn't making the introduction he'd desperately dreamed of.

but you don't laugh at him. you try to smile, just as bashful and shy as he is, just as quick to snatch your pencil back.

it's unfortunate, much to chifuyu's dismay, that mere days after your encounter, baji has him all figured out.

the red thread doesn't even directly lead to you at first, the captain's first clue being the few curious bumps along his vice-captain's bed.

mistaking them for the racier of magazines is baji's very first blunder, as it had only lead to a hefty stack of brightly-lit, cutesy cartoons.

chifuyu couldn't die with dignity after that, but he did decide to make peace with the humiliation that would come of his most prized possession.

it's a sacrifice he would readily make, but with you, that one proved a harder task.

stealing glances, touches chifuyu could sneak, noting each and every of your little quirks. baji has long dug his grave.

it comes to a damning head, one fateful day, one where baji has been smirking so ominously all morning, that chifuyu doesn't even know what to make of it.

they're waddling the dozey early-morning halls, only so happening to pass a certain someone that has him momentarily rearing his head.

that was what chifuyu had hoped, at the very least. a glance at the very pretty girl who's presence he had been graced, perhaps catching the trill of a new charm dangling from your phone.

and yet, with a singular, cunningly placed elbow to the side, chifuyu had went stumbling like an idiot.

knocking into you, death should've never come quicker. but such mercy didn't befall upon him, and baji was only watching on.

it only worsens when something falls out of chifuyu's pocket, and now it's your turn to pick it up. and by god, does he immediately recognize that awful handwriting.

you look up at him, suddenly turned all giggly, a ring so sweet it overrules any of your little trinkets.

you smile, briefly glancing over the note. much to chifuyu's dismay, it's littered with hearts and he's, unfortunately, actually able to make out what's been written.

something along the lines of. . . a confession.

time freezes for such a while that chifuyu doesn't know whether to cry or take off running, in a stupor only managing to freeze up completely.

an angel stands before him, the overhead lights suddenly simulating early death. was it just chifuyu imagining the heavenly light?

"okay. i'll go out with you."

you're grinning so hard your cheekbones ache, and chifuyu soundlessly crashes back onto earth.

the lights even out in the background, and he mirrors your smile with vigour, a short breath of 'really?'

chifuyu doesn't know who he'd rather kiss.

[cagesofgold]

I have this head-canon that Connie’s eyesight is really bad. Like, really bad.

He can manage to make his way through life, but when he’s intoxicated? forget it. You’ve watched him fall through tables, down stairs, up stairs??? and people of course.

And in the mornings when he wakes up he’s so dozey that he ends up walking into the doors in your apartment.

*Crash*

“Con, you okay?”

“Ow” :(

you’ve pestered him to get glasses so many times but each time he’ll deflect it or change the subject, he refuses to get them, and contacts for that matter. He has an unwavering fear of him forgetting to take them out (which he will) and them rolling to the back of his eyeballs :(

he’s said this to you many times as you had to hold back a laugh.

But still, he REFUSES because he’s so insistent on the fact that he isn’t half blind, and in fact has perfect vision. Which you know isn’t the case.

but one day you manage to drag him to the opticians after promising him a reward later *wink, and when he gets his results back his mouth cracked open a few inches as if him having horrendous eyesight was breaking news

“Ain’t no way…” He mumbled, gawking down at the piece of paper as he slid his hand down his chin.

he decided on some silver rimmed glasses and when he tried them on, whew, girlllll. you paused for a few seconds as your mouth lay agape, internally churning in anger at him depriving you of this sight for so long.

he doesn’t understand your reaction and sighs, putting them back. “See, i knew i’d look bad.”

“Connie. Put those fucking glasses back on now.”

he was never keen on wearing glasses but now he’s realized you love it, he wears them all the time. And especially during sex.

and the first time he wore them during sex he lost. his. shit. He could see you so much clearer than before and he got rock hard in an instant. “Holy…fuck, babe.”

and one last thing for the road, when he’s wearing them during sex they totally fog up <3

[xiaomusmash14]

Chapter Seven Update

*crawls out of the bed* Chapter 7 of Small And Sinking is out now! Please read the chapter notes before getting into this one, guys. I don’t want to wake up to 20 million comments saying how I didn’t say there was a dark part in it because I gave that warning a while back before the chapter actually started.

Oh, and trust me: this one is a hecking dozey.

[hexitart]

Hypnovember 23: Prompt 19 "TOY"

"Y'know, with you in this dozey state; you make one brilliant huggable fuzzy-n-furry toy..."

I know the phrase "Toy" is definitely more leaning toward "suggestively playful" contact, especially considering the theme. But I thought the idea of making it a little bit more on the nose and warm (-n-fuzzy/furry?) was a bit more interesting. Besides; it doesn't all have to be grade-A suggestive material!

A little bit of a rushed one as I try to catch up with the backlog, as I know tomorrow is gonna be a busy day.

Enjoy!

Artwork & Characters © Hexit / hexitart, 2023. All Rights Reserved

[nonbinary-octopus]

when you're a kid, grownups and other kids will teach you various vocal games: songs, poems, nursery rhymes, tongue twisters, and the like.

Many of them are in words. Some of them are meaningless syllables strung together in a particular order.

They do not tell you which is which, probably because it should be obvious.

It is not always obvious.

Sometimes the meaningless syllables are actually in another language. And sometimes... it maybe should have been clear since childhood that I have an audio processing disorder.

Here is a vocal game I thought was meaningless:

Mairsy dotes and dozey dotes and lidle amsey divey. Akiddelie divey do. Wouldn't you?

It was a very fun little vocal game, but I was confused about the two real words at the end. (the ands were not confusing. you can throw some ands in a stream of nonsense, it's fine) So one day, I asked my mom about it.

Turns out, the whole thing was supposed to be real words.

Mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy. A kid'll eat ivy too. Wouldn't you?

[lord-overlips]

Tarn is immediately hating himself for this and will surely regret it even more later. But he needs answers and he needs them now. And he knows someone who will be more than happy to hear from him.

::Overlord… It’s me. Tarn.:: An aggravated huff at the other side of the line. ::How do you make your cakes look… you know. Nice? Despite the shape, of course. You know. Look nice and… edible.:: The opposite of the one he just baked.

The ping came at a rather inopportune time, or perhaps not. He was recharging, engine giving a pleased little rumble at Tarn's voice beign the thing to coax him from slumber.

::Mhh....? Tarn? Cakes? I thought you hated my cakes...:: He gave a huff, still happy to talk to Tarn but dopey, dozey, barely awake.

Overlord rolled over in berth and cuddled his plushy. ::Wait. You baked? How did it go?:: Another thought. ::Does your voice work over comms?:: He hoped it did.

[falltothesun]

Idk which to start with!! Me and my husband have an open relationship with strangers and with men from our work as well as friends. I suppose I can give you a taste and go from there…???

For context I’m 140 cm tall and I’m preop trans boy as well. My husband takes me to a special ‘play club’ the other night after getting me tipsy on pre drinks. He introduced me to a big hot man, very strong, and says he will be back later and to have fun! The man was really touching with me and kept buying me sweet drinks until I was falling off my seat! Then he buys a bottle of liqure ‘for us both’ and takes me to one of the private rooms. He fingered me and feed me the drink until I was too dozey and hot so he takes my shirt off. He climbed onto the top of me and all I could do was moan a tiny bit. He felt so heavy on me but I also felt that I was floating on water and spinning off the bed :o

Next waking up I was at home and my husband showed me photos from last night while he fingered me and I was still a little bit drunk!

Sorry if my English is odd!

(your english is fine, lovely! I definitely got the picture)

Oh my god, it seems like you and your husband have the best dynamic going with your friends. What I wouldn't give to be in your place! Getting fed drink after drink until all I can do is take it... then who knows what happened while you were blacked out?

Fantastic story, anon- feel free to share more. I know I would love to hear more about your adventures.

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

Secondo and Dave with “I’m too sober for this”

Godspeed

Good lord

Tag : Secondo x Nameless ghoul Dave ( Phantom ) AND IM GUESSING YOURE THE SAME ANON WITH LACTATION ANON SO you get a hint of that a bit in here, chastity device , handjob. No beta we die like Terzo

Secondo clears his throat, he didn’t expect that Copia would send one of his newest ghoul when he asks for help. Honestly he would prefer Dewdrop or the other one what’s her name…Aurora?

Dave stands still in front of him like a cadet with a smile plastered on his face , his tail wagging behind his back like a dog. Is he always this excited?

“Anything at all Papa, no problem”

When Dave spoke his rows of sharp like teeth came into view. Somehow it flashes back to the time where he accidentally saw Dave latching onto Copia’s chest during his private time.Copia sure have some kind of odd fetish…nursing his ghouls…

He be sure to talk to Copia about that later.

After a series of instructions he let Dave be , watching him work as he wipes most of his toys with a cloth. He seems in awe with most of them, picking one of them up and asking him what’s what.

“Hey Papa what’s this?” He picks up a cockcage and shows it to Secondo.

Secondo smirks for a moment. “Would you like me to show how it works?”

Dave nods eagerly.

The Papa stands up and makes his way to the excited ghoul. “Take off your pants”.

Without a protest Dave did as so . Of course he’s not wearing any underwear.

I’m too sober for this.

“Hmm you have a good size going on here. See, this device…is for you to behave. To be good, it goes like this.” Secondo slots it around the ghouls’ cock and locks it.

“You can’t take it off because I have the key. And I will only take it off if you show me how much of a good boy you are”.

Dave whines a bit from the discomfort , he looks up at the Papa with puppy eyes. “But I’m a good boy! I promise.”

The Papa smirks again.

“Kneel”

Dave does as so, obediently and not taking his eyes off of the taller man. Slowly Secondo unzips his trousers and takes out his length, pumping it slowly.

“Now, open wide that pretty mouth of yours”

The ghoul without protesting does as so, his tail wagging happily . As Secondo presses his tip on his tongue he tries his best not to wrap his mouth around him.

“Now don’t move until I say so, keep that tongue out.”

Papa keeps sliding in and out of him easily , the ghoul’s yet teeth occasionally grazes against his skin but that only send tingles along his spine.

Dave’s eyes starts getting hazy, his discomfort growing just like his bulge pressing against the stain. He tries to hold still but his tail starts thumping against the floor excitedly. Drools starts to drip on his hand as he pants.

“Good ghoul, look at how well you’re doing”

He fasten his haste before pulling out, shooting his seed all over Dave’s face. The ghoul keeps his mouth open as he whines loudly.

“Ahn…Papa…” he swallowed the rest that’s in his mouth as his legs trembles. His own cock desperate for a release.

Secondo kneels and smiles while he slowly unlocks the device. Once the strap is off Dave moans , glad for the freedom before the Papa slowly pumps him to his orgasm.

“Such a good ghoul, you did so well”

Dave’s tail tremble as he looks at the Papa with a dozey look, a hitched breath as he tries to collect himself again.

“Tomorrow night, come over to my chambers. I want you to meet some of the sisters I have over. They would love to meet you.”

“Oh oh” the ghoul nods eagerly as he still remains in the same position as he was before.

“It’s time to make you a man and off your mama’s tits”.

[you-hate-time-travel]

ummmh,,, any fav doze ships mayhaps (⁠◕_◕⁠) *the autism sparkles in my eyes*

ohhhhh dozeyyyyyy . hes so cutes ok

0102 - classic. Boy best friends.

0204 - CHECK THIS SHIT OUT! CANON SHIP! they were ❤️🌈 in that one panel...very cute

0206 - okay i dont even have a good dynamic for this one but it was the first die ship i genuinely liked so it gets a shoutout.

021015 - yes...ha ha ha...YES! 🔷 4ever. i realise now that i dont have lots to say about dozey miboy WHOOPS

[mistressdickens]

Answers should be based on general tiredness, not on a short period if ill health like a cold. Idea based on the below linked post, and with this photo for reference of the full descriptions. With the number limit of the poll, I couldn't add levels 9 or 10, so there's one box for them. Please specify level in the tags.

[gemcatx]

This is a yo-kai watch fanfiction, my OC: Dozey, is the only thing I own. The rest is to whoever made the anime and games.

One ordinary morning, Nate, a regular school-going boy, found himself struggling to wake up. As his consciousness teetered between sleep and wakefulness, he felt a gentle shaking, rousing him from his slumber. Blinking his eyes open, he discovered his faithful yo-kai butler, Whisper, standing by his side. "Nate, you're late for school," Whisper's voice echoed in the room.

Nate groggily mumbled, "No~ wanna sleep," his words betraying his unusual drowsiness. Sensing something amiss, Whisper knew it was time to intervene and enlisted the help of their mischievous yo-kai companion, Jibanyan.

With a swift paw, Jibanyan slapped Nate awake, causing him to startle and sit up. Rubbing his eyes, the boy looked at Jibanyan with gratitude, "Thanks, Jibanyan."

"Hm? Oh, nyo, I was just getting annoyed," Jibanyan nonchalantly replied, maintaining his typical feline attitude.

Nate rolled his eyes, familiar with Jibanyan's quirkiness, and decided to investigate the source of his sudden tiredness. Activating his yo-kai watch, a device that allowed him to see invisible yo-kai, Nate scanned the room. His gaze settled upon a yo-kai nestled in the corner, seemingly lost in a perpetual state of drowsiness.

Curiosity piqued, Nate turned to Whisper, seeking his expertise. "Whisper, who's this yo-kai? I can't seem to identify it."

Whisper, pretending to be knowledgeable, opened his yo-kai pad and hastily scrolled through its contents. "Ah, yes, of course, this is... Dozey! She's a yo-kai that specializes in making people tired and sluggish, even when they're well-rested."

Nate furrowed his brow, noticing that Dozey had hair that flowed like the vibrant hues of an aurora borealis, cascading down to cover her eyes. She lay on her side, seemingly incapable of standing up. Eager to understand more about this unique yo-kai, Nate decided to approach her.

"Dozey, is it?" Nate gently called out, hoping to engage her in conversation. "Why are you here? Why are you making me so tired?"

Dozey stirred slightly, her drowsy voice barely audible. "I can sleep wherever i want. you just happen to be here" Dozey didn't budge. as she yawned, a purple aura came off her, making Nate feel sleepy again. Whisper saw her grinning in amusement, her sharp teeth showing. "What's funny?" he asked.

"mmm-nothing~" Dozey replied, her smile growing wider. Whisper quickly realized the danger that Nate was in, his energy being drained by Dozey's yo-kai powers. Acting swiftly, he grabbed Nate by the shoulders and shook him vigorously. "Nate, snap out of it! We need to fight back!" he exclaimed urgently.

Nate's eyelids fluttered, and his drowsy expression slowly transformed into determination as he regained control of his senses. With a newfound resolve, he activated his yo-kai watch once again, this time summoning his fiery friend, Blazion.

As the flames subsided, a magnificent lion-like yo-kai stood before them, his fiery mane blazing with an intense heat. Blazion let out a powerful roar, radiating confidence and strength. "Rah, rah!" "you need to get up and take on the day!" Whisper quoted Blazion since he only speaks in 'rah's instead of proper English. no one knows why but when working with yo-kai, you learn not to question it. Dozey simply yawned, inspiriting Blazion who tried to fight it, but could never overpower her and fell asleep. "he didn't stand a chance!" Nate said in shock. Whisper nodded and added, "if motivation won't work, we need to think outside the box." Nate sighed in agreement as Whisper continued with his plan. "what wakes people up?" "um...loud noises, cold water" Nate thought aloud. "how about needing to pee" Jibanyan stated before munching on a chocobar. "yes! we can summon Fidgephant" Whisper explained, giving Nate the yo-kai medallion. "really? aren't there other options?" "not really. we need to make do, otherwise we'll never get rid of her" Whisper explained. "I guess" Nate muttered before reluctantly placing the token in his watch and summoned Fidgephant. Nate gazed at Fidgephant, a peculiar elephant-like Yo-kai with a leaky trunk. Despite its appearance, Nate knew Fidgephant possessed a special ability that could finally wake Dozey from her everlasting slumber. "Fidgephant, we need your help," Nate called out, his voice determined. The yo-kai nodded knowingly, ready to fulfill his duty. With a swift motion of his trunk, Fidgephant unleashed a ring of water around Dozey. Fidgephant's inspiriting had an immediate effect on Dozey. a sudden urgency gripped her body. a shiver ran down her spine and jolted awake, her eyes widening in alarm as she realized what was happening. "Oh no, I can't hold it anymore!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with desperation.

Nate and Whisper watched with a mix of relief and amusement as Dozey scrambled to her feet, her influence dissipating as her focus shifted entirely to finding relief and raced into Nate's restroom. She slammed the door closed, a long sigh of relief heard from her. Despite the comical display, Nate remembered he was late for school. Nate hurriedly gathered his school supplies, realizing the time was slipping away. As he glanced at the closed bathroom door, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Whisper approached him, wearing a mischievous grin on his face.

"Looks like we managed to solve the Dozey problem," Whisper said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yeah, but now I'm going to be in big trouble!" Nate panicked as he ran down the street.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When school ended, he got back home to see Dosey was waiting with a pouty face, her hair in a messy bun so you can actually see her face, though looked like she was going to fall asleep sitting up. It looked rather adorable. Without saying a word, Dozey threw her yokai medallion at thim, followed by a note. Nate caught the yokai medallion in his hand, his curiosity piqued. He unfolded the note attached to it and read the hastily scrawled words:

"Dear Nate, I'm sorry for causing trouble earlier. I didn't mean to disrupt your day. Please accept this yokai medallion as a token of my apology. - Dozey"

Nate couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Despite Dozey's mischievous nature, she seemed genuinely remorseful. He looked at her sitting there, her pouty face slowly melting away as she anxiously awaited his reaction.

With a soft smile, he warmly said "Apology accepted"

Dozey's eyes widened with surprise, her pout transforming into a sleepy smile as the yo-kai mumbled "thank you". She was soon fast asleep, snoring softly on the table.

Nate let out an amused huff "We'll have her leave tomorrow"

The End

[wh0lemilk0vich]

ok so there was an ask before where you mentioned chubby Aegon in a corset and it drove me absolutely nuts

So now I bring you a thought of Aemond bringing Aegon into his quarters and basically stuffing him until he breaks the corset, kind of an angry jealous dom dynamic

Like Jesus Christ, look at this supposed prince wearing a corset that he will probably end up eating his way out of fitting into. Might as well shortcut that process

And mind everything that as a historical fashion obsessor and a tailor, corsets are not easy to break- a well made corset has thick laces in the back that are made not to snap from tension, and because of the boning and layered fabric they are not likely to rip- but it can be done, and Aemond is fucking determined to do it

for some reason I see two outcomes to this

Someway or another, Aemond ends up snapping Aegon out of his corset, as his belly finally spills out and Aemond continues to bully him about how he's even broken the stays meant to keep his belly hidden

The corset does not break, and Aegon remains a moaning, whining mess, as his full belly is crushed by the restrictive garment. Aemond refuses to let up, however, despite Aegon's protests - he would be begging Aemond to unlace if and release the pressure

god Aemond would be like the meanest dom ever

anyway I hope you enjoy the one horny thought I get per week lmfao

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Hello Shroomie! I don't know if you saw this post I did

https://at.tumblr.com/wh0lemilk0vich/ooh-ooh-more-of-plumping-up-king-egg/uwcpqy9jy9fa

But yesssss I very much loooooove that image. I'm absolutely I'm obsessed with him looking hungover and pouty and just so squirmy and uncomfortable in tight clothes and trying to hide it with a corset and cloak.

So like maybe it's a boring day of listening to petitions and Aemond can tell Aegon isn't giving a single solitary fuck about what his duty and it's that sort of thing that always flips Aemond's switch.

So once Aeg tells everyone to fuck off and that he's done listening to their groveling, Aemond drags him by the scruff of his collar back to his/their/Aegon's chambers then tears open his shirt, revealing a straining corset with his tits being pushed up and together looking like an overfed whore. He mentions that he thought he could hear something groaning in the throne room, referring to the seams of the corset.

Herolls his eyes, and goes off about how pitiful of an excuse for a royal Aegon is, doesn't deserve it, the only thing he's good for is stuffing and fucking. So he shoves aegon onto the bed, after grabbing a tray of honey cakes. He grabs his brother by the back of the head and forces them into Aegon's mouth, even with his fingers. He holds Aegon's jaw closed even at times to get him to swallow thickly and keep filling his fat gut, causing the cramped stays to creak.

After what feels like hours of feeding like that, full of whimpers and halfhearted resistance, something finally gives. He finally bursts the stays with a relieved and delirious moan, his blubber like over proofed dough spilling out through the split at the bottom front.

Aemond thinks 'finally' and finishes tearing it up the front, for Aegon's fat, pretty, bouncy, little tits to settle above his belly, before grabbing one roughly, feeling its weight, and tweaking his nipple.

And he'd say something like "It's about time we rid you of this deceptive garment, so the whole of the kingdoms can see what spoiled greedy little pig you are. A fat, drunken, bestial little whore happy to bounce on a real man's cock. Now after all of those cakes you must be thirsty."

And he grabs a pitcher of whine and pours it down Aegon's throat, not caring how he sputters and whines, until he goes dozey and supple in Aemond's arms. And he feels so plump and warm and buxom. And his hips splay like a woman's, and his belly hangs low and soft, and his appearance and manner is so feminine and yet it's his brother and it makes it want him so much more despite himself.

Ughhhhh please will this work for you Shroomie 🍄!?!? 😩😩

[oathwilled]

[ zzz ] & [ secrets ]

sexual headcanons ! @tadpo1z

[ zzz ] ― how quickly after sex do they fall asleep? are they usually tired after or full of energy?

god he's one of those that often gets so dozey and sleepy after sex, particularly that that's intimate or intense. he's a cuddler. he's warm. he's dopey. he'll conk out hard if you let him.

[ secrets ] ― do they have any dirty secrets? if so, what are they?

he's not actually that private when it comes to his sex life, and he's hard to embarrass enough to make him want to keep something secret, honestly.

honestly his dirty secrets aren't even dirty like, he'll freely admit to kinks or more adventurous sex he's had or wants to do without a blink, but his real dirty secret is he wants something all soft and sweet and with hand holding and looking into each other's eyes and just all SOFT