#the ghouls are actually cats

[batb1mb0]

How to soothe a ghoul

Copia: *is making a microwaveable cup of noodles*

Dew: *hears the microwave beeps as Copia is putting in the time*

Copia: *steps out of the room after having the microwave cook his noodles*

Dew: *hearing the hum of the microwave and eyes dilate*

*microwave beeps*

Dew: *scrambles out of the room and hisses*

Copia: I’m never summoning ghouls ever again…

[tinyluvs]

phantom being able to shape shift, he’s newly summoned and he’s trying to get closer to swiss but he’s so awkward and just a lil bit intimidated so he just blurts out, what’s your favourite animal? to swiss and swiss just frowns and doesn’t really know what to reply cos he’s kinda smitten with the new kid, is just as awkward, as him, around him, so he just blurts back, a cat!!!!

swiss doesn’t know where the tiny black cat, with purple eyes, came from, nor why it starts following him around everywhere

[teastainedprose]

Lap Cat

I blame @ghoulphile for this because of her reply that I stole and this ask she got. [A03 link]

“better behave yourself now, kitten. I thought we learned what happens when you use teeth.” 🔞 1,242 words | Pre-War, Post Divorce Cooper, Sometimes a lady just wants to be a good little kitten for Mr. Howard. Sorta. (established relationship, kitten pet name OBVIOUSLY, light fingering, light oral sex)

It's a lazy sort of afternoon where the warm sunlight and humidity leaves you languid. Mellow and sluggish. Being well fucked will do that to a gal. You're sore in all the right places and utterly content to sprawl out on the couch beside Cooper.

The TV drones on, a distant buzz to your ears as you let your consciousness slip in and out. You're comfortable, settled on the couch with Cooper's thigh as a pillow and an arm flung over his lap. He's reclining back, casually puffing on a cigarette as he watches the TV. You don't know that he's watching your serene expression just as often as the screen.

His other hand relocates every now and then as Cooper smokes. First at your shoulder with his thumb idly rubbing under the sleeve of your dress. Then swooping down the curve of your side to repeat the same languid stroke at your thigh. Occasionally he'll let fingers wander to tease down the soft flesh of your thighs or give your ass a playful squeeze as you murmur and burrow closer.

You don't dip fully into sleep until Cooper starts playing with your hair, fingers combing through it while his even breathing lulls you. It's soothing, being nestled against the warmth of him while Cooper pets you. His scent envelopes you fully from where your head rests, every breath making sure your senses are full of him. The faint smell of horses, leather, stale smoke, and the woodland scent that's uniquely him. It makes you nuzzle your face against his thigh affectionately, seeking more of his scent.

You blink, time skipping ahead in an instant as you look up. There's his cigarette in the ashtray, stumped out before you glance up to catch his eyes. "There she is," He rumbles with lips turned up in a smile.

"Mhhm? Did I fall asleep? Sorry." A sigh escapes you as you rub your cheek against his lap, having scooted closer in your sleep.

"Not long. Only a few minutes, sweetheart." The hand that had been motionless on your thigh squeezes. There's a telltale twitch against your cheek.

That brings a wicked smile to your lips as you turn your head, nuzzling more insistently at the fly of his jeans. Cooper inhales sharply, palm skimming up your thigh to slide under your dress as he takes up a handful of your ass.

"Now, now. Quit your squirmin' before I make you do something about that."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Howard." You grin, shifting to turn wide innocent eyes up to him while stretching out. Which in turn presses the swell of one ass cheek further into his palm. You sigh mid-stretch, letting your nails dig into the fabric of his jeans before easing yourself back down across the couch and his lap. As content as a cat.

"Mhm, brat." Cooper's chuckle is a low rumble in his chest that vibrates down to you. There's a moment of consideration, his fingers flexing into the fat of your backside before he smiles indulgently down at you. He shifts his free hand off the arm of the couch to press the knuckle of his pointer finger insistently between your lips.

You part your lips willingly as he twists his finger, pressing down on your tongue. You promptly clamp teeth about his knuckle with a tiny growl. Defiance flashes in your eyes as you turn your head minutely to catch his eye.

“Better behave yourself now, kitten," He tuts, a stern expression settling on his face. "I thought we learned what happens when you use teeth.” There's a certain tone creeping into Cooper's voice that sends an electric jolt of arousal through you. It's the sort of tone that unconsciously pulls compliance out of you.

He smirks as you relax your jaw and promptly curl your tongue about his finger, sucking diligently as commanded.

"There's my good girl," He croons while stroking the curve of your ass.

At the praise, your eyes roll back in pleasure before squeezing them shut, squirming eagerly against him. Cooper's palm slides silently under your panties to cup your sex. He hums his approval, middle finger tapping against slick folds.

"So eager for me, ain'tcha kitten?" Cooper rasps out as he takes you in contently sucking on his finger. He continues to tease between your legs with his other hand, middle finger pressing insistently between slick folds. The honey brown and deep forest green of his eyes darken as he watches every reaction he pulls from you.

You can only moan about the fingers in your mouth in response, fisting up as much of his jeans as you can. He slides another digit between your lips and presses harshly down on your tongue. Automatically, you swallow about his fingers while taking care not to bite out of reflex. A disgruntled sound escapes you all the same. There are better things to have your lips wrapped around.

As if to reward you for the lack of teeth, he presses his middle finger between your folds while spreading them wider with ring and index finger. That index finger teases at your entrance, ghosting over but never slipping in. You huff about his fingers, hips canting to press into his palm only for Cooper to pull back. You need more. Either Cooper needs to start rubbing at your clit or sliding fingers inside of you. Even better if he'd let you crawl atop his lap and ride him properly.

He clicks his tongue as you clamp teeth about his fingers in clear frustration, promptly moving his hand from between your legs. He gives your ass a parting pat as you glower, his fingers still pressing insistently against your tongue until you release your teeth.

"Frustrated, baby?" He croons down to you. "Want something else in your mouth?"

Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a sudden pop, Cooper wastes no time as he unbuttons his pants to free his already straining erection. In moments his cock is bobbing mere inches from your face.

Biting your bottom lip, you lean closer as one hand comes to wrap fingers around the base of his shaft. It gets his cock twitching as Cooper huffs.

"Kitten, you're gonna need to take care o' this before you get anything else. You can do that for me, can't ya?" He drops a hand to stroke over your hair, nudging your face closer.

You're all but purring in excitement. You're over eager as you pop the head of his cock into your mouth, tongue pressing against the crown to taste him. It earns you a groan out of Cooper as he drops her head back. His cock twitches between your lips as pre-cum dribbles freely against your tongue. The taste is bitter salt on your tastebuds, but it makes you moan in pleasure all the same as you lap it up. That gains you a second groan out of Cooper, fingers digging into your hair briefly. Your eyes roll up to meet his as you smirk about his cock like the wicked little creature you are.

"Mind the teeth now." He murmurs, hand sliding into your hair to guide your mouth further down his cock. "How 'bout you show me how good you can be? Earn that reward, sweetheart."

What exactly your reward will end up being is a mystery, but you're eager to earn it all the same.

[sphylor]

whenever people write the ghouls speaking in "ghoulish" i always imagine it as a mix of different corvid sounds. like the magpie's laugh and the carrion crow's caw and sometimes even the screeching sound eurasian jays make and all of the different vocalisations ravens have and the jackdaw's high pitched chirpy caw etc etc they move the pitch and speed up and down and draw out or shorten certain sounds to give certain meanings and to an outside listener it sounds incredibly complex. it also means that while with a lot of time and dedication a human could learn to understand the gist of whatever is being said, no human could possibly replicate it as their vocal cords are just do not have the ability

[ghoodles]

I actually did one of these prompts!!

Ive been having my eye on the ghoulette appreciation weeks for a while, but writers block kicked me in the ass

But, with the snow, i got a bit of inspiration (and a lot of free time)

So, without further ado, @jesusbutbetterrr 's ghoulette appreciation week prompt,

Lazy sunday

centering around cirrus :D

Warnings: i dont think there's any, this is relatively fluff based ^^

The earth ghouls had warned them all in advance.

Saturday night, their predictions had come true, flakes of snow falling from the earth, drifting. Cirrus could feel the cold wind outside. She was sure anyone with even the slightest Air in them could feel it too, even whilst in the comforts of the ministry.

It had not stopped the next morning, the ghoulette’s first sight being the white, powdery snow that had collected outside, with more falling from the sky. The shouts and squeals from the newer summons outside had filled her ears, but..

Not today. At least, not yet. 

She layered her outfit, a comfortable thing. A t-shirt, a sweater on top, and regular sweatpants. It couldn't have been that cold inside, and if she was dragged out, then, well, she’d just put on a coat or something. They could afford to wait a moment, after all.

Slipping on some slippers, she slunk through the halls of the ministry. They were large things, the size almost making Mountain look small, with stained, blue glass that let the cold air in, earning a shiver from Cirrus. She wasn't exactly built for the colder air, that was Cumulus, who was probably outside, enjoying the snow. She could almost imagine her laugh, airy and light, mixing in with the newer ghouls. 

The air ghoulette arrived in the kitchen, and grabbed a mug. Nobody really cared who’s mug was which, aside from some specific ones. 

This mug was purple, with an illustration of a white cat, playing with a ball of yarn. There was text above it, stating;         ��Good Time We are having a great time”

With a small, soft chuckle at the mug, she placed it onto the countertop. As she went to brew the coffee, she noticed that the brown liquid was already in the pot. 

Seemed like someone needed it earlier than her.

She took the pot out of the machine, and poured it into the cup. 

Today would be a great day. A lazy one, there was no way anyone would want to do anything productive, but a good one, nonetheless.

[silikat]

Atop the Fourth Wall and @animatedtext - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

[nomniki]

also thinkin abt tokyo ghoul ! enha

[thepresidentstolemyfuckingsafe]

Actual footage of my orange cat when he jumps up on the couch to attack his lighter orange brother who is sleeping peacefully.

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

MASTERLIST ..⋆. 𐙚 ̊

જ⁀➴ welcome to Red's masterlist ୧⍤⃝💐 !!

PULL ME IN

summary: due to Bruce distancing himself from reading and seeing other women - batfam has to watch their mom willow away.

CH 1

DIE YOUNG

summary : batfam enjoy each other's presence while Alfred and Bruce silently mourns your death.

CH 1

CH 2

alternative universe- reader is older and actually gets to meet her siblings yet still meets her own demise .

Lone Warrior

summary : reader is put into emergency foster care after a tragedy , despite living with the Wayne family for a bit , reader takes it upon herself to move away and start anew since she clearly wasn't welcomed , after many years have passed Damian finally joins the family and after a particular spat w his father he finds himself in reader's room and an interest in them has sparked.

CH 1

CH 2

CH 3

HELP YOURSELF

summary : in a family filled with intriguing members of their own right , duke has a particular interest in a certain vigilante in the family that everyone seems to overlook . this interest leads to the family to spiral into obsession .

CH 1 - 3

Neglected Reader x Yandere Platonic Batfam

CH 1

CH 2

CH 3

CH 4

Damian Wayne x Tokyo Ghoul Reader

summary :Damien Wayne is a complex character on his own , he has his own complex emotions and feelings that not many people can understand, que in a ghoul like sibling whom can comfort Damien in his hard times by reminiscing their own experience with them.

CH 1

CH 2

CH 3

DRABBLES

I 'hate' Cats - jason fic

New Beginings - jason fic

hc for reader being the favorite in batfam - hc 1 , hc 2

saiki reader x batfam shenigans

SALVATORE - tim drake blurb

I HATE SPIDER LILLES - a lonesome child dies while a neglectful father loses himself to guilt and grief. ( batfam x neglected reader )

Fallen Star - jason mourns his dead wife .

Am I Enough ? - Alfred unexplainably dislikes a certain Wayne member and is hellbent on making her life as miserable as it can get .

TO LOVE YOU IS KILLING ME - the only person bucky has ever felt seen , loved and cared by is slowing dying and he can only helplessly stand there and watch them go .

TIMELESS - spinoff on (neglected reader x batfam ) where us the reader loves neglected character while batfam seethes in jealousy

A VILE THING YOU ARE - au in which neglected reader understands why her family dislikes her ( tw. Dark themes such as body security is mentioned)

THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU GOT A GIRL - drabble abt the bat boys not believing Tim for having a girlfriend

DECOMPOSING BODY - batfam looses their mom and wife due to her drowning in her own insecurities and the public only fuels it

REQUESTS

strangers - reader comes from a post - apolyptic world where mankind was wiped out due to nuclear warfare and deadly disease . suddenly she is awaken in a world where humanity is thriving yet this weird family behaves so strangely toward her??

Bimbo reader x yan jason - yan Jason is obsessed with bimbo reader

Girl dad Joker and mom Harley- despite being mentally ill and fucked up they'd make good parents .

OH FATHER DEAREST SAVE ME - au in which Joker & Harleys daughter became Robin for unforseen reasons, and due to a mishap, they end up killing her.

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[inthekitschen]

What they're like when you're gone

How I imagine the ghouls would cope with their partner/crush being away on a long mission

Frostheim

The King | Jin Kamurai

Hello darkness my old friend

He reverts back to his old ways before you came along

Hides in his room all day every day, smoking more, etc.

Expect messages from Tohma asking for updates on your mission, because that's the only way Jin allows even him in his room (since jin refused to message you himself)

No one else knows when your mission is over because you've been stuck in his room with him ever since you got back

The King's Advisor | Tohma Ishibashi

He holds up the best, tbh

He trusts you, he knows the ghouls you're on a mission with are capable, there's nothing to worry about

If it's been a while without hearing from you, he'll message you to see how you're doing

It isn't until you message back that he's at ease again

The Archer | Kaito Fuji

You should probably put your phone on silent if it isn't already.

Because he is blowing UP your notifications

You'll have to tell him to back off a little, and even then he's quadruple texting about how chill he is

But when you get back, he's so happy and relieved

The Knight | Lucas Errant

He's also pretty secure

Depending on who the mission is with, he'll be a bit more worried

Checks in every morning and night for updates

Offers his assistance from the sidelines

He's very chill

Vagastrom

The Ex-Con | Alan Mido

Alan's method of dealing with your absence is distraction, aka the pit.

Poor Sho.

Poor Vagastrom, honestly

Everyone knows when you're gone because Alan gets broodier than normal

When you come back, Sho begs you to wrap up your mission sooner next time

The Influencer | Leo Kurosagi

Oh, you're gone?

Why should he care?

Even if he pretends to not notice your absence, everyone else is painfully aware

Because Leo makes it everyone's problem

And he'll make it your problem when you get back, too

The Rider | Sho Haizono

Another secure boy <3

He misses you, obviously, but he isn't worried unless it's been a while since hearing from you

Day 3 of you being gone, and he doesn't complain as much when alan makes him spar

Turns out it's a good way to blow off steam

Jabberwock

The Ranger | Haru Sagara

In between chores, he's checking his phone to check in on you

He sends pictures of Peekaboo with sad faces, messaging how peekaboo misses you so you should come back soon

It doesn't take long before he tells you that he misses you too

When you come back, he won't let you leave his side for the rest of the day

The Free-Spirit | Towa Otonashi

What do you mean he can't go with you?

Ren should look into alternative housing for a few days.

And Haru will need to get the animals indoors.

The storm nearly rips the Jabberwock dorm out of the ground

But when you return, the sun shines brighter than it did before you left

The Slacker | Ren Shiranami

He pretends that he doesn't care.

But he's a lot moodier, and snaps at Haru more

He gives one word replies to your updates because he doesn't want you to know how much he actually misses you

He grumbles a lot when you come back, but he can't help but hold your hand tighter

Sinostra

The Gambler | Taiga Hoshibami

Good luck to anyone that looks at him wrong.

He puts the torture chair to use. Frequently. Because he forgets that you're on a mission and accuses anyone and everyone of kidnapping his kitty-cat.

Why would a random general student kidnap you? Who the fuck cares.

Romeo and Ritsu have to team up to make sure Taiga doesn't kill anyone

When you get back, he forgets that you were ever gone

The Sniper | Romeo Lucci

When you're gone, Sinostra students know to expect two things:

More yelling, more acronyms

He won't message you for updates, but he'll check for messages from you

And get increasingly agitated if there are none

He will scold you for needlessly worrying him and giving him worry lines

The Paralegal | Ritsu Shinjo

He trusts you to handle your own on a mission, so he's not worried

Still, he has gathered as much information relevant to your case as physically possible and is sending it to you while you're gone

Just in case it helps you get done faster

The faster your mission comes to an end, the quicker you'll be able to focus your efforts on aiding Sinostra in obtaining the Laurel—

Okay, fine, he misses you.

Hotarubi

The Actor | Subaru Kagami

Subaru trusts you, but that doesn't stop him from being worried about you

He's also a chronic double/triple texter, but his are more like "how are things going?" "Sorry, I hope I'm not bothering you" "I know you're busy, don't feel pressured to respond right away" and then he'll leave you alone

You'll have to reassure him that yes, you're okay, and no, he's not bothering you

He will offer to help any way he can, but will wait for you to say yes before actually helping

Because he really does trust you

The Flutist | Haku Kusanagi

He's also pretty chill while you're away, but those closest to him notice that he's quieter

He checks in on you, but doesn't sweat it if you don't reply right away — he knows you're busy, after all

If you're undercover, he asks for selfies of whatever your disguise is and jokes about roleplaying when you get back

When you do come back, he makes sure you're okay and not too traumatized by what happened

The Poet | Zenji Kotodama

If he's still a ghost, he's going with you

But if you tell him to stay behind, he will

Hotarubi is filled with melancholic chords on the biwa as he awaits your next update

When you come back, he serenades you with the song he composed while you were away

Obscuary

The Vampire | Edward Hart

The time passes quickly for him

He'll message you about what he's currently watching, but won't ask for an update

If you really need him, he'll know

The Reaper | Rui Mizuki

He occupies himself with chores to distract himself from your absence

According to Lyca, he 'nags' more

He messages you for updates, but doesn't mind too much if you take a little bit to respond back

If he's still cursed, a few plants might die accidentally from him being distracted

The Werewolf | Lyca Colt

He's fine

He knows you can handle yourself, so he's not worried

But when your scent fades from his clothes, he gets restless

He snaps at Rui and Ed a lot more

And glues himself to your side as soon as you return

Mortkranken

The Doctor | Yuri Isami

He's much too busy to occupy himself with wherever you are or whatever you're doing, obviously

If you point out the stacks of books on types of anomalies/the location you're investigating, he'll stammer out an excuse of just wanting to expand his knowledge

Sometimes he forgets you're not there and turns to you to say something, just to find Jiro there instead

And when you return, he'll humph about where your loyalties lie since you're helping the other houses

He missed you, even if he refuses to show it

The Monster | Jiro Kirisaki

When someone asks him if he misses you, he'll just get confused.

"Why? They're coming back."

He'll occasionally send you little snippets from textbooks about whatever you're investigating, but other than that, he doesn't really ask for updates or anything

When you come back, he gives you a health check to make sure everything is in order.

[redflagshipwriter]

Hot Ghouls in Your Area

Chapter 1

“A cult?” Jason blew out a bubble and enjoyed the disgusted face that Bruce made.

“Yes.” His voice was tight. Jason could tell that he wanted to turn back to the Batcomputer. “They’re operating in Park Row-”

“Crime Alley.”

Batman sighed and accepted the correction. “I would like to propose a joint operation.” He sounded so tired and not very optimistic.

Jason eyed up his on-again-off-again Father figure and popped his gum, thinking it over. Bruce clearly expected him to say no, fuck off, and take the information himself.

He could. There was nothing wrong with that.

“Sure, old man.” He clapped Bruce on the shoulder and finished screwing together the tool he’d brought in for maintenance. He’d had to fabricate a new part and the Red Hood didn’t exactly have the equipment for that in his two room apartment. “Thursday night alright?”

“They’ve a planned meeting on Wednesday, actually,” Bruce said, frowning slightly at him but looking soft around the eyes with confused hope. “Would that be possible? They seem to gather mid-week.”

Jason let out a sigh. “I can make it work. Ta, old man.” He made sure to toss off an especially insouciant salute as he sauntered away. Sure, he was willing to put a little effort into maintaining their relationship, but he couldn’t be too compliant. If you gave Bruce an hour of your time, he wrote you down on the schedule for an hour every day until one of you fuckin’ died in a warehouse explosion. Something like that.

He wasn’t that trusting, though. Jason took the information that Bruce emailed him and did his own legwork. He wasn’t stubborn enough to bother redoing digital work that Bruce had done or gotten from Babs. That would be a waste of his time, and he valued his time. But he scoped out the cult’s meeting place.

Of all the undignified things, it was a rented room in the community center. Jason found himself sheepishly breaking into the office to check on the reservation and poking around the room itself.

There was nothing special about it. It was a shitty room with shitty paneled walls and cheap, well-trodden grey carpet. It boasted a few too many tables, arranged in a U shape, and a whiteboard pushed up against the wall that hadn’t been cleaned off well enough to erase what he was pretty sure was a reference to their lord and savior, destroyed of worlds.

So. That was a point for Bruce’s cult thing.

He hadn’t really doubted it, if he was honest, given that this had originated in a tip from Zatanna. She had told him as a courtesy that some creep had moved their base of recruiting and operations into Gotham.

Apparently, recruitment was going pretty well. The room could seat like, twenty? Jason counted chairs and left.

He came back on Wednesday at 8pm with the Batman and an attempt at a good attitude. He probably wasn’t going to need any of the weapons on his person. They were going to check in so that this guy knew they had an eye on him and that he would be suspect number one if there was any hint of people or cats being sacrificed.

Bruce fucked off to peer in the windows, like the giant caped creep he was. Jason took the front door, nodded congenially at the old man in the office, and knocked at the room the cultists had reserved.

He could hear Bruce internally curse through the comm. It was silent, of course, but the quality of the silence changed. “Knock knock,” he called, since a literal knock hadn’t done it. He opened the door without waiting. “Just checking in, heard you’re new to town and that you tried to feed Zatanna’s shitty little cousin to the god of Death?”

The room stared at him. A whiteboard marker squeaked to a stop. He idly followed the sound to the board. A …. Huh. that looked like some kind of mystical bullshit.

“You’ve been touched by death,” said the fraud himself, a man in his fifties with a wildly pretentious robe that was wrinkled from the paper bag he’d clearly used to carry it in. He outstretched the hand that didn’t have a blue whiteboard marker in it. “You would be a perfect sacrifice to our Lord.”

“So will it be,” said about half the people there, at the same time a young woman said, “No shit?” in an impressed tone.

Jason rolled his eyes through the helmet, unintimidated by the room of weirdos standing up. The kind of people who gathered at a community center on a Wednesday night were not going to summon the God of Death. Light glinted off the window where Batman was clearly weighing the possibility of breaking glass and swinging in. Jason silently waved him off with a headshake. They weren’t to the point of property damage yet. He took a couple of steps into the room with deliberate swagger. “What a lucky guess,” he drawled. “The Red Hood has had brushes with death? No one but a legitimate prophet could possibly make such a statement.”

“I’m not a prophet,” said the man, and turned back to his white board. “I’m a devote.” He rubbed out a line with the meat of his hand and then hurriedly wrote in ���The Red Hood’ in a tilted cursive. “The sacrifice!” he shouted, throwing his arms wide and accidentally making a big blue line through his evil little sigil or whatever it was. The elderly lady to Jason’s right opened up her bag, thrust her hand in, and came up with a fistful of -

“Salt?” Jason asked, confused and unimpressed as the silly twit threw her handful of salt at him. “Thanks, I’m better seasoned now,” he snarked. He pulled out a gun easily. “Alright, let’s get serious. I-”

The whiteboard was glowing. The blue letters were glowing green.

“What the fuck?” Jason said. The windows exploded with broken glass as Batman decided now was the time to make his entrance. He barely got to see it before something hooked unpleasantly on his body and soul and twisted it sideways.

The world was green now. Holy shit. Jason spun a circle on uneven ground and gaped. “...Egg on my face,” he said. “I’ve been sacrificed. Consider me embarrassed.” A quick check showed that his comm was useless. It was giving off a steady little eeee of static that kinda sounded like screams. Whimsical. Jason turned it off.

He wasn’t panicking yet. The void wasn’t that freaky. It was weird, sure, but there weren’t any demons or enemies. He flicked the safety off his favorite gun just in case and frowned into the darkness.

It was like he was standing under a spotlight with no light source. There was ambient lighting in all directions, but the world faded into darkness only a few dozen feet away. He took some experimental steps to determine that, yeah, the field of visibility traveled with him.

Well. Time to get moving. Jason walked. There was nothing for the first - hour, he was gonna call it an hour. He got antsy and started jogging. The green stretched on, placid and infinite in a way that was really starting to piss him off. “Hey!” Jason barked into the void. “Anyone there?”

There was an answering electronic whirr. He stopped in his tracks. Jason looked in every direction, including up, and only saw the fucking thing when it was basically on top of him.

The vehicle was probably most equivalent to a spaceship, he decided, as what was probably a 3-man craft at most parked. The top clicked. It opened from the top and someone bounded out. “Hey!” came an annoyed male voice. “What’s the deal, bud?” The stranger landed in front of Jason with crossed arms and a pissy expression. His white hair floated above his head as if he was the little fucking mermaid in the ocean.

Jason scowled, the back of his mind cataloging the other guy’s outfit as pristine and undamaged and his musculature as athletic. “What’s it to you?” he asked, defensive. He didn’t know if it was safe to give information to this guy. “I might be a little lost,” Jason conceded.

“A little lost,” the guy repeated, and then- okay, he flew in a weird little flippy circle, scowling all the while as Jason gaped. “A little lost.” He scoffed. Then he let out a sigh that made his whole body look smaller. He uncrossed his arms and ran a hand through his hair. “This is a weird question,” he said, making it sound more defensive than apologetic. “Did you uh.” He scowled, like the words were distasteful. “Look,” he tried again. “Are you delulu, or did you get caught up as the sacrificial bride? I told Frank to knock that shit off.”

Sacrificial bride. Jason felt his brain go offline for a moment. Say what now.

“Helloooo,” the… was this rando a god of death? He was impatient. He flew way up into Jason’s personal space and snapped his fingers. “Someone just smashed metal trash bins together at my grave to get my attention, basically. No, it’s more like one of those spam pop ups that says there’s hot girls in your area?” He made a gesture at Jason. “Only it’s loud. It’s ringing in my ears, and I had to come track you down. Do you think this is funny?”

“...Sacrificial bride?” Jason finally managed to croak out.

Weirdly, this made the other guy relax immediately. “Just found out, huh,” he said, sounding much more sympathetic. “Yeah, okay, we need to sort out a spiritual divorce immediately. And then you can go home and there will be no more hot girls in my area and I can get back to my ess- my work.”

Jason took a few moments of grief and confusion to accept his apparent status. “We’re married?” he said weakly.

The white haired man looked a little sheepish. “Marriage is probably not quite accurate,” he said, and Jason felt a little bit of relief before the guy continued, “It’s more like you’re my concubine?” He sounded mortified by this. “I didn’t want this!”

“No, no,” Jason said, meaning both that he believed it and that he needed this conversation to change directions immediately. “I- who are you?” He gestured at his– what the fuck was the other side of a concubine relationship? King was the associated word that came up, but that…

“I’m nobody, really,” said the white haired man weakly. “But I may technically be King of ghosts or whatever. The Infinite Realms.” He scratched at his face. “So… yeah.”

They stood in utterly mortified silence for a long moment before he seemed to remember something. “You can call me Danny,” he offered.

“...Call me Jason,” he said.

“Thanks, Jason,” Danny said genially. “So, uh, this is a mess, right?” He started floating away backwards. “I’m going to hunt down my mentor and advisor and get some uh- advice, I guess. Do you wanna come with? Or should I come back and check in once I’ve heard from him?”

Jason weighed up his situation, the conventional wisdom about getting in vehicles with strange men, and wondered how useless his gun was going to be in this situation. Danny had never reacted to it being pointed at him, so his guess was ‘utterly unhelpful’. He put it away. “I’d like a ride, thanks,” he said dryly.

They made some stilted conversation on the ride. Danny was clearly trying to hold back and give him no identifying information. That was fascinating, because it implied that there was something Jason could do from the human world to track Danny down. It was also reassuring because there was no reason to withhold information if he’d planned to keep Jason prisoner, so, ya know, that was a good sign.

Anyway, Jason got a lot of information from Danny.

Danny was a terrible liar and he misspoke like, all the time. Jason was pretty sure he was in the ghost equivalent of school, like college or something. He talked like someone in Jason’s age group would, so he’d probably died very recently. Maybe he had been a college student when he’d died and he just hadn’t given up on that degree yet, honestly. Jason managed to drag the conversation around to education. He got nowhere with asking about literature but he hit the jackpot with science. Danny was still babbling about a telescope when he landed the …ship outside of a wonky clocktower.

Jason took off his safety belt and froze in his tracks when Danny absently stopped him with a cool hand. Jason looked down at that hand.

“You had better stay here,” Danny said. He shook his head slightly. “Clocky doesn’t like everyone.”

He melted into the chair as if he had never wanted to get up. “Alright,” Jason said.

Danny was out of the spaceship by the time that Jason realized something was very wrong with that interaction.

He hadn’t decided to sit down. He hadn’t wanted to sit back down. Did- did he actually think it was reasonable to stay behind, or would he have argued and gone in normally?

‘...I think Danny did something.’ Suspicion swirled in his gut. Jason tried to take the safety belt off and stand up. He couldn’t. It was like his muscles wouldn’t respond to it.

Well, that was pretty fuckin’ evil. His pulse picked up in his throat. It… It was some kind of compulsion? He had to do what Danny told him to do? That was really fucked up. He was starting to feel really unsafe now. He wished he’d hung back with Bruce. He wanted someone to bring him home. And weirdly, he felt betrayed. He hardly trusted Danny, didn’t know the fucker well enough to, but he hadn’t gotten that impression off the guy–

‘It wasn’t him,’ Jason realized. ‘It was the binding ritual. Danny said it wasn’t like a marriage, it’s not equal. That’s why I did what Danny wanted me to do.’

Well. Well then. If Danny didn’t know that Jason had to follow his orders, Jason was most fucking certainly not going to spell it out for him. It was a grim calculation to make, but it seemed the safest. As it was, Danny seemed to want to get rid of him as fast as possible.

So that was it. He’d play along and get Danny to spit him back out into Gotham, a young hot divorcé free on the streets.

[towasdandelion]

Mortkranken and Frostheim ghouls when you text them "I want to marry you someday"

I feel like Jiro is a very straightforward guy, especially when you're honest with him about what you want. You don't feel like listening to lectures? He'll skip classes with you. You saw this cute cat cafe you wanted to visit? He'll get a permit to take you out. You want to marry him? Yup, he's doing it.

Yuri, poor Yuri. Always getting embarrassed. He wouldn't admit, but the thought of marrying you has already crossed his mind more than once. The effect you have on him needs to be studied, because he finds himself doing things he'd never normally do. He loves you deeply, but please stroke his ego a bit, tell him how happy he's already making you.

Jin is very serious and straightforward about it. He's very sure of your relationship, so your words only serve as a further reassurance. One word and he'll have everything ready sooner than you expect, so you might have to calm him down a little. It's rare to see him this eager!

Tohma feels very proud. He made you happy to the point you're thinking about marrying him? Goal complete. The next one is to actually make this happen in the future, and so he'll make sure to keep treating you with love and appreciation. He smiles to himself, humming very quietly as he strode around Frostheim.

He feels so lucky! Luca feels like he won the lottery with how good and healthy your relationship is. And honestly he can't imagine it going any other way. He loves you dearly and will be waiting for the perfect moment to ask you that one question in the future.

I'm sorry but Kaito is just a mess 80% of the time and this was no different. He literally starts to scream out of happiness and jump on his bed as he reread your message until worried Luca barges in. He seriously can't believe it, will literally pinch himself multiple times to make sure he's not dreaming.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Have you seen/read Tokyo Ghoul? I was wondering how the Petvincibles would react to Reader being half-ghoul like Kaneki. Reader recently became one not too long before he met them and believes he’s this hideous, grotesque monster.

When Reader’s rinkaku/back tentacles accidentally sprout and one of his eyes become veiny black and red, maybe when he gets really emotional around the Marks being hard to deal with, he freaks out. Meanwhile, the other Marks think he looks cool, even beautiful with whatever is going on with him.

Also, I think this is one of the rare alternate versions of Reader where him and Sinister Mark can actually be something, dare I say, sweet. Imagine Sinister Mark knowing the whole time there was something up with Reader because he knows that hungry-for-flesh-and-blood look better than anyone else. Maybe this Mark can even help Reader accept to take care of himself and not starve. Hell, he offers himself as Reader’s first piece of meat and/or sip of blood to curb Reader’s hunger pains until they figure out how to help Reader accept that he’s half-ghoul because nothing can change that.

Let’s even throw in Cyborg Mark, Viltrumites-are-actually-aliens Mark, and Viltrumites-are-hybrids Mark alongside Sinister Mark for being the Marks that’d have more of a connection and be more knowledgeable on how to offer help with half-ghoul Reader (shhh don’t tell the others for obvious reasons. They still help in their own way ❤️) struggling to accept himself and his new way of living (that got worse/better now that they’ve crash landed on his planet and smooshed themselves in his small apartment).

(I rambled again lmao I just have an idea and go off in your inbox lol sorry. I get so into thinking about these Petvincible AUs)

I know like, nothing about Tokyo ghoul, I think I watched a few episodes many years ago and I borrowed a game from my brother once about it, but I do remember how ghouls can only survive on human flesh right? And coffee, I think???

Honestly, the marks are freaks, but especially sinister mark, I fear he'd start flushing and grinning, doesn't even try to hide how turned on he gets see the reader all feral, and bloody if that's the case.

The others would think it was cool or hot in their own ways cuz I believe in my soul that mark Grayson is a monster fucker and has jerked off to tentacles before, so they aren't complaining.

Sinister mark would take reader eating part of him as a marriage proposal pretty much, there's NO way to get rid of him now. Well, there wasn't before, but now it's even worse. The others mark, I can't see would let you eat them the same way, but they will let you bite the, except for maybe cyborg mark, but that's because he's got so little human(viltrumite?) flesh left that isn't scar tissue.

Hybrid marks the one acting the wildest about the bite cuz... Mating bite and all, like sure they're all into it and think it's hot, but for him it's actually a whole thing and messes with his hormones for a while. Expect let's of purring from him as he rubs on you, his tail doing that jittery things cats do when excited.

They'd all wanna study the back tentacles tbh, even if theyre dangerous, it's just a whole new thing and is worth discovering, plus, it's part of the reader, so why would they ever hate it?

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ fifteen minutes 𖤐 alpha&ifrit ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; ifrit makes a claim, alpha challenges him about it ❥ warnings; blow job, anal sex, tail play, alpha is a meanie /pos ❥ author notes; alexa, play 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter x ❥ wc; 6k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

“i can do a lot with fifteen minutes,”

alpha scoffs when the words pass ifrit’s lips, the way he says it annoys him. ifrit’s overly confident, head tilted back and his chin held high as he makes a claim that is, quite frankly, absurd, in alpha’s opinion, “you couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag in fifteen minutes sparky,” he grunts, leaning back in his chair

luckily there’s no one else in the den, just the two of them to hear the stupid nickname alpha has been calling ifrit, since forever. the television drones on in the background, whatever film they had put on, after an hour of disagreements no doubt, has gone forgotten about 

“i could,” ifrit frowns from his spot on the couch, the furniture positioned in a way so that alpha is almost directly across from him, arms crossed, thighs spread and frowning right back at him. so, though he doesn’t know why, ifrit doubles down, “i can do a whole lot with fifteen minutes, actually,”

even though he’s doubling down, the confidence in his tone has wavered and of course, alpha has noticed, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “oh yeah?,” he asks, cocking his head to the side by an inch

unfortunately for ifrit, he won’t realise the way alpha is goading him, pulling him into a trap until it’s too late and of course, alpha knows that too. it’s a regular cat and mouse game they play, alpha setting the trap and practically dragging ifrit by the scruff of his neck into it and poor ifrit is always too stupid to realise it, every single time 

“uh huh,” ifrit lilts, a nod pulling at his head even though alpha still looks thoroughly unconvinced but then again, maybe that’s just his face, the thought makes ifrit want to laugh but he refrains. instead he leans forward a little and hums, “would only take me two to make you finish,”

in hindsight, ifrit should've known what was coming next from the way alpha didn’t even have the decency to laugh in his face. the older fire ghoul stays eerily silent, his head cocked to the side, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip, light reflecting off his piercing, and after too many seconds of silence, 

“come on then,”

if ifrit wants to make such a bold claim he better be ready to put his money where his mouth is and alpha can think of at least three places ifrit’s mouth could be right now, instead of running a never ending stream of bullshit 

the enjoyment alpha gets out of watching ifrit’s jaw drop and the way his hands clench next to his thighs is borderline sick but ifrit recovers too quickly for him to properly enjoy it, “i didn’t say i wanted to,” ifrit huffs, rolling his eyes 

it’s a bold face lie and they both know it. ifrit is turned on just from the thought of it, his cock threatening to kick and harden, tent up in his pants until he can’t hide it from alpha and alpha can smell it all over him, knowing all to well if he were to reach into ifrit’s boxers, the younger fire ghoul would leak straight into his palm 

“fine,” alpha barks, settling further back into the ugly plush armchair he’s claimed as his own. he averts his attention back towards the television and ifrit thinks it’s over and done with but ifrit is also a little stupid, “never took you for a liar, sparky”

if there’s one thing about alpha it’s that he has to have the last word, never willing to be outdone in any argument or fight and it drives ifrit crazy, mostly because he has never managed to come up with anything witty to say in response to alpha’s comments, nothing that doesn’t sound utterly pathetic anyway 

ifrit growls, as he always does when alpha strikes low and as always, alpha growls back, louder but it's playful, teasing, goading with a flash of his fangs, sharp and dangerous. ifrit wants to punch alpha in his stupid face and perfect fangs 

“i am not a liar,” ifrit hisses and shoots up from his spot on the couch, his fists balled up at his sides. he springs up from the couch at such speed, he ends up halfway across the room, much closer to alpha than he planned to be but incidentally, he’s exactly where alpha wants him to be

alpha whistles low, rakes his eyes up and down ifrit’s body, almost trembling with annoyance, before he drums his fingers against his biceps, “yeah you are,” he comments and leans forwards, until his elbows are pressing to his knees, “otherwise, you’d prove it,” 

the way alpha says it, low, grumbled and indignant, lights a fire inside of ifrit and before he can think better of it, he falls head first into alpha’s trap. ifrit pounces and closes the distance between them, landing right in alpha’s lap, his hands scrambling to grip at the neckline of alpha’s shirt, or maybe just his neck, ifrit isn’t sure 

“shut up,” ifrit grunts and before alpha can open his mouth, barely managing to smirk, ifrit crashes their mouths together. a harsh press that is made all too obvious by the way their fangs collide while ifrit tries, and fails, to establish dominance over the situation 

fierce claws rake down ifrit’s thighs, shoved in tight between alpha’s waist and the arms of the chair, and ifrit doesn’t have to look to know alpha’s shredded thin lines down his pants, he can feel the tips of his claws pricking at his skin and it makes him gasp, his entire body jerking 

this opens alpha’s gateway into being in control, less of a fight for it and more of alpha just taking it like candy from a baby. as ifrit’s lips part alpha’s tongue slips straight past, pressing hot and wet against ifrit’s own. the piercings sat in the center of both of their tongues catch briefly and of course, alpha comes out on top when ifrit yelps at the pull, muffled by their mouths smushed together

they part briefly, their mouths inches apart while they paw at each other. ifrit yanks alpha’s shirt hard enough for the bigger ghoul to get the message. alpha sits forward just long enough for ifrit to undress him while simultaneously reaching back to pull his own off too, throwing the offending items into a pile on the floor to be forgotten about

ifrit’s hands pull downwards, away from alpha’s neck and down his bare chest as his hips cant forwards, dragging his ass over alpha’s crotch where he can feel his cock kicking to life underneath him, matching his own as it fills out fully in his pants 

“rules,” alpha grunts, barely pulling away from the kiss long enough to huff the word before he’s back, biting harshly at ifrit’s lips. there’s nothing gentle in the way alpha does anything, it’s always rough, overwhelming, the good type of painful and ifrit, shamefully, can’t get enough

they’re both fire ghouls, one of the same, made from the same mold and yet, somehow, alpha makes ifrit feel hotter than he could ever imagine being possible. it’s all consuming in the way the surface of ifrit’s skin tingles, a sweat taking over his body as alpha’s hands wander

he can’t help but lose himself in it for a minute, his head tilts back, kiss broken and forgotten about as ifrit feels the path alpha’s large heated hands are taking over his body. they squeeze hard at his thighs, his hips and then his waist, all in quick succession before sliding around to the base of his spine 

alpha lets ifrit’s tail harass and coil around his wrist, intertwining with his fingers, because like everything up until this point, it’s all part of his plan. as is his next move. alpha lulls ifrit into a false sense of security, letting the younger ghoul relax into his touch and then, he tugs hard, pulling harshly at ifrit’s tail 

“fuck,” ifrit growls as he’s forced back into the reality of the situation. he thumps his hands against alpha’s shoulders, shoving him against the back of the chair, “asshole,” he hisses through gritted teeth, scowling down at the larger ghoul, who’s smirking, underneath him 

“rules,” alpha repeats, ignoring what ifrit said, knowing it annoys him endlessly, “you have fifteen minutes, make me cum, sparky,” alpha drawls, darting upwards to bite at ifrit’s neck, not hard enough to do damage but enough to further annoy him 

ifrit is about to scramble off of him, sink low between his thigh thicks and get him off, get it over and done with and then get the hell out of dodge but alpha grabs at his waist, halting his movements so he can snarl against ifrit’s jaw, “if you don’t, and you won’t, i get to have my way with you,”

his tone is low, dark, threatening and it zaps up ifrit’s spine like electricity, jolting his body like he’s been shocked, “i will,” ifrit snaps, his teeth and fangs clashing together a hairline away from alpha’s earlobe 

“get on with it then,” alpha grunts and forces his hips up, rutting the obvious bulge in his pants against ifrit’s ass before he shoves hard at ifrit, almost pushing him straight off of the chair all together. every single action he makes is meant to annoy ifrit more and judging by the way the vein in ifrit’s neck strains, it’s working 

briefly ifrit thinks that he could, should, leave, get up and leave alpha there, hard and leaking into his pants with only his own fist to get himself off but the thought dissipates fast as ifrit slips from the chair and settles on his knees between alpha’s thick thighs, sealing his fate 

alpha gets comfortable, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back into his chair. he rolls his hips up and the tent in his pants sways, to and fro, right in front of ifrit’s face, “get on with it,” alpha repeats, feigning boredom the longer ifrit takes to move

ifrit wants to bark at him but he just can’t, he’s too busy darting his tongue across his bottom lip, his mouth starting to water just thinking about tasting alpha. he reaches up, curls his fingers underneath the waistband of alpha’s pants and pulls hard, yanking them down to his knees

the movement is rushed and clumsy, leaving alpha to hiss embarrassingly loud as his cock catches on the edge of his pants before springing free, slapping his belly and smearing pre over the dusted line of hairs that start underneath his navel and travel further downwards  

though both ghouls are similar, everything that ifrit is, alpha is more. taller, thicker, broader, and his cock is no different. ifrit can’t help but lick his lips as his gaze settles on alpha’s fat tip, shiny with slick and throbbing gently in time with a vein that runs down the length of him

at risk of being told to get on with it again, ifrit closes in. he pushes up onto his knees, settles his hands on alpha’s bare thighs, just above his knees, and is about to swoop low, bring his mouth to alpha’s cock but, alpha stops him 

“wait,” he grumbles as he slides his hand into ifrit’s hair, gripping too hard to stop the ghoul in his tracks. ifrit yelps, the harsh tug close to the roots of his hair brings tears to his eyes but alpha just rolls his eyes at him, his free hand shooting out to grab his phone from the arm of the chair

ifrit flicks his tongue out, managing to lick across alpha’s slit quickly. he earns himself another tug at his hair but he doesn’t miss the way alpha’s stomach clenches and his cock kicks, it’s a small victory for ifrit but it’s incredibly short lived as alpha turns his phone and blinds him with the brightness of it

a timer has already started counting down from fifteen minutes, an unfair but calculated move on alpha’s part. ifrit growls and reaches up, shoving alpha’s hand away from his head and then he doesn’t waste another second 

usually ifrit would take his time. he’d swirl his tongue around the tip of alpha’s cock, suck it between his lips until alpha was grunting and then kiss down the underside until he’s mouthing at his balls but, he simply doesn’t have time to do that right now, so, he swallows alpha whole, from tip to root in one movement 

“fuck frit,” alpha rasps as his cock hits the back of ifrit’s throat. his hand flies back to its spot in ifrit’s hair but he doesn’t tug as he did before, instead he cards his fingers through ifrit’s hair lightly. his head tilts back when ifrit hums in response around him, sending vibrations straight down his cock 

it comes as a surprise to both of them that ifrit could even take alpha in one go, his cock is thick, intrusive in the way it stretches ifrit’s lips so wide that the threat of the corners splitting a little looms over his head like a dark cloud. that combined with the rumbled gag that works its way through his throat, ifrit decides to back off a little, give himself a second to breathe 

he doesn’t stop completely though, he’s on a mission and every second is crucial. his mind wanders with his plan of attack and he can’t help but smirk, as he bobs his head over alpha’s tip, with the feeling that he has this in the bag, this is his time to win

“fuck you smirkin’ for?,” alpha asks, rolling his hips up and using the hand in ifrit’s hair to tilt the younger ghouls head back a little. alpha glares down at him, deep red, almost burgundy, eyes burning into ifrit’s brighter orange ones

ifrit pulls all the way off of alpha’s cock, using his tongue to push the pool of spit and pre out past his lips, letting it drip and run down alpha’s length, “think ‘m gonna win,” ifrit states quickly before chasing the mess he’s made with his tongue 

once again ifrit’s words make alpha scoff, partially, as it gets cut short by a moan vibrating out of his throat as ifrit starts to suck him back into his mouth, “like hell you are,” he objects, watching the way ifrit’s shoulders rise and fall in a shrug

they reach an impasse where ifrit’s response isn’t good enough for alpha, he’s still too confident, too sure of himself and alpha just has to knock it. he taps his phone, delighted to see the timer going down, “three minutes in, thought you said you could make me finish in two,” he points out, slow and overly annoying 

it has its desired effect though because ifrit falters, his mouth coming to stop over alpha’s cock briefly while he realises, rather suddenly, that this might be harder than he anticipated. alpha can, and will, last for hours, ifrit has experienced it firsthand, many, many times 

ifrit makes a split second decision, knowing he needs to double his efforts if he really wants to win this stupid bet. he quickly shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs, enough to expose his ass and his wet little hole 

alpha watches, his jaw slowly dropping, as ifrit pulls off of him completely. ifrit’s tail swishes before bending in half and disappearing out of alpha’s sight. the spade hovers just above ifrit’s balls and there’s a gentle slick sound as it inches higher, teasing around his dripping rim just enough to get itself wet

“eleven minutes,” alpha says, trying to sound as uninterested as he can but he struggles, what he’s watching is incredibly alluring, even he can’t deny that. ifrit gently starts to stroke over his cock, just a little too loosely while he concentrates on easing his tail past his tight rim 

“o-oh fuck,” ifrit moans, loud and unabashedly as his tail slips in, immediately pulling out only to push straight back in. normally ifrit would work himself open slowly and intimately but for now, this will have to do, he can manage it 

suddenly, ifrit’s hand speeds up over alpha’s cock, forcing a low grunt from the bigger fire ghoul as his cock pulses, spitting pre over ifrit’s fingers. ifrit’s strokes fall in time with his tail plunging in and out of his hole leaving a double set of rhythmic wet sounds to echo around the room 

a stream of moans tumble past alpha’s lips as his head tips back onto the back cushion of the chair. his fingers tighten a little in ifrit’s hair and his hips start to buck up unevenly, the smug feeling settles back into ifrit’s chest

the flat spade of ifrit’s tail starts to rub over his prostate, burying itself deep in his frantic attempt to work himself open just enough for what he wants to do next. it doesn't take long, ifrit doesn't allow it to and while alpha is lost in his pleasure for a moment, not paying nearly enough attention to ifrit, the younger ghoul quickly pulls off of him

“ifrit,” alpha growls, his head snapping down, chin to his chest as all the stimulation to his cock ceases. he tries to grab at ifrit, his claws scraping over ifrit’s wrists, a futile attempt to get his hands back on him but ifrit moves just a little bit too fast

“shut up,” ifrit growls back, eyes flickering to the red lines raked over his wrists. he surges upwards, clambering back into alpha’s lap while kicking his pants down and off of his ankles, “just shut up,” ifrit repeats, a strong scowl over his face 

alpha, for maybe the first time in his life, listens to someone else. he stays quiet and watches as ifrit’s tail pulls out of him and returns to swishing through the air behind him. this time though, there’s drips of slick being flicked across the rug, alpha can’t contain his moan over it 

neither of the ghouls can contain their grunts when ifrit sinks down onto alpha’s cock, all of a sudden and straight to the base. alpha starts to worry ifrit might win this when his stomach tenses horribly, the low burning feeling starting to intensify while ifrit clenches hot, wet and tight around him 

unbeknownst to alpha, alarm bells are ringing in ifrit’s head too. his teeth grind as alpha’s cock stretches his hole much wider than he was prepared for, a burn that he’ll be feeling for a while but it’s worth it to knock alpha’s ego, like he’s been wanting to do since he met him 

“are you going to move or not,” alpha huffs, his fingers pinching at ifrit’s waist hard enough to at least leave a mark of scattered purple bruises that’ll be reminding ifrit of this for days to come 

ifrit snaps his fangs at the pinch and plants his hands against alpha’s stomach, either side of where his cock is wagging and smearing pre over alpha’s happy trail, “yes,” he grits, giving an experimental roll of his hips, “give me a minute,”

alpha smirks something filthy, his eyes drifting over to his phone that’s balancing haphazardly on the arm of the chair, “you only have eight left, sparky,”

he’s insufferable, ifrit decides as he starts to lift his hips out of pure spite. alpha’s cock drags inside of him just right, the veins that scatter up alpha’s thick length throb against him enough to make both of their breaths catch in their throats

when ifrit starts to bounce moments later, he does it with earnest, setting a brutal pace that make his thighs burn as his fucks himself down onto alpha repeatedly. ifrit’s cock bounces too, slapping against alpha’s stomach in time with the clap of skin between their thighs

an epiphany hits alpha out of nowhere as he stares down at ifrit’s stiff cock. he never said he was going to play this game fairly, that wasn’t part of the rules. it’s cruel but he can’t help himself as he thinks ifrit could use a hand, he looks awfully hard and he’s far too busy using his hands for leverage to keep the brutal pace he’s set 

“pretty cock,” alpha purrs seductively as he walks his fingers over ifrit’s hip, elated in the way ifrit hisses at the claws pricking over his skin. ifrit’s hips stutter, bucking forwards and accidentally grinding alpha’s cock right against his prostate

“a-alpha don’t,” ifrit partially begs, his gaze trailing after alpha’s hand that’s inching ever closer to his twitching cock, and oh…

oh

that, lights a fire inside of alpha. he grins, his tongue trapped between his teeth, piercing knocking against enamel. his hands ghost up the length of ifrit’s cock, barely touching him but ifrit loses the fight with the small mewl erupting its way out of his mouth

all the smugness and hope ifrit previously had about winning, he doesn’t have anymore, it drains away from his body with an abrupt wail when alpha flicks the head of his cock before skirting his fist downwards, from tip to root 

“f-fuck, oh my-,” ifrit shudders, his body getting stuck between trying to fuck down onto alpha’s length and trying to push his cock upwards through alpha’s tight clutch. ifrit’s cock is dripping a steady stream of pre that coats alpha’s fingers every time they slide over his slit, every stroke making his cock pulse and force more to bubble out of his tip 

there’s no doubt in alpha’s mind that he’s going to win this thing when his phone illuminates and the timer has dropped to four minutes. he can hold out for four more minutes easily, ifrit though, he doesn’t have a hope in hell

ifrit looks nothing short of a state. his body is covered in little pink and purple marks and scratches, his hot cock is sliding wetly through alpha’s fist ruthlessly and his taut hole gets, somehow, tighter with every clench around alpha’s cock, his tip ramming and nailing against ifrit’s prostate on every single thrust 

“you’re going to spill,” alpha lilts a mean sing song as he catches on to all the signs that he knows, for a fact, mean ifrit’s getting close. he’s had enough time since ifrit got summoned to figure them all out. ifrit really can’t fool him, alpha can see right through him 

“no, i’m no-fuh, not,” ifrit pants like a dog while he tries to convince alpha, or himself, he’s not sure, that he’s not. his eyes pinch shut and his head tilts back, further proving alpha’s point 

a low hum rumbles through alpha’s chest, sounding too thoughtful to be sincere, “so, it won’t matter if i do this then,” he says and without giving ifrit a single second to figure out what he means, alpha bucks his hips and starts to drill up into ifrit 

between that and alpha’s hand flying over his cock ifrit can only choke out a wet sob as pleasure courses through his body. heat licks at his nerve endings as alpha uses him for all he’s worth, knowing all the little things that drive ifrit even closer to his impending orgasm 

“only two minutes left, princess,” alpha grunts, his voice starting to sound scratchy and rough, one of his telltale signs that he’s getting close and it’s no wonder when ifrit is clamping down around him like a dripping wet vice 

“al-shit, alpha,” ifrit wails and drags the word out, his body starting to sag and sway. his thighs burn, muscles almost vibrating under the surface of his skin. his balls start to draw up and with that, he’s on the edge and he knows it, there’s nothing he can do to help himself now

a minute and a half left and alpha knows he’s got this in the bag, “it’s okay, give in to it,” he coos insincerely, squeezing hard at ifrit’s waist and lightly at his cock, “squirt for me, sparky,” he continues to coo, his eyebrows raising slowly as ifrit’s jaw starts to drop

ifrit reaches his breaking point immediately when alpha rubs the pad of this thumb over his slit, pressing down against wet sensitive skin to slide back and forth. ifrit didn’t really stand a chance. he’s reduced to just sounds and sobs, words utterly useless to him as his orgasm rips through his body

his cock jerks in alpha’s palm, the whole length tensing simultaneously with ifrit yelping through clenched teeth, his jaw grinding together so hard it pops audibly

thick ropes of cum splash up alpha’s chest, making the bigger ghoul jerk involuntarily with each hot spurt, “fucking hell frit,” alpha grunts, veins in his neck straining because of how tight ifrit is squeezing around his cock

the hand alpha has around ifrit’s cock slows to a stop but the hand he has clinging to ifrit’s waist pulls, rolling ifrit over his own cock, “told you i’d win,” alpha lulls, smirking lazily 

the post orgasm haze sets in heavily in ifrit’s mind but alpha’s words pierce through the fog like a knife and ifrit whines, “n-no, i, oh fuh-h, i can do it,” he hiccups through his words and tries to move up alpha’s cock, immediately regretting it when his entire body goes stiff with sensitivity 

before alpha can tease that he can’t, fully prepared to shatter ifrit’s hope, his phone does it for him. a sharp, loud tone shrills from alpha’s phone and a cold sweat zaps down ifrit’s spine with the realisation, he’s lost.  alpha has the opposite reaction, his cock kicking with excitement 

“oh sweetheart, times up,” alpha jeers, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he silences his phone. his tone is dark, sinister and bordering on threatening, ifrit hates it and loves it all at the same time, “what happens now?” he asks, smoothing a hand over ifrit’s thigh, the other gripping tight at his jaw

ifrit whines, high and caught in the back of his throat as he leans into alpha’s hold. he knows what alpha wants and he knows better than to try and dodge the question, “you get t’have your way with me,” ifrit relays alpha’s rules with a slight garble

“fuck yeah i do,” alpha growls, wasting no time in just taking what he wants, ifrit’s had his fun, he gets to have his now. thankfully, ifrit is soft, loose limbed and overly pliant, perfect for alpha to manhandle him into the position he wants him in 

there’s a flurry of movements, none of which ifrit can keep up with. one second he was sat in alpha’s lap, the next alpha was standing with an arm wrapped around his waist and the next, he was kneeling on the plush arm chair, his arms draped over the back while alpha stands behind him, looming in his peripheral vision 

quickly, ifrit’s tail flicks out and for a second time alpha lets it coil around his hand and twist up his wrist and like the first time, he yanks hard, pulling ifrit back and impaling him back onto his throbbing cock

ifrit howls, his back arching with it at the same time his hands scrabble for purchase against the fabric of the chair, the overwhelming urge to sink into something, to ground himself, washes over him like a wave. someone will ask about the slight slices in the fabric at a later date and they’ll both feign innocence 

“so fuckin’ tight,” alpha grunts, genuinely curious as to how he’s so tight when ifrit has been sat on his cock for long enough to get him loose but he’s not going to complain, especially not when ifrit clenches over the statement, getting even tighter 

alpha sets a pace only he could keep up with, a shocking slap of skin on skin between their bodies and a dull thud where his heavy balls thump against ifrit’s, still tight and drawn up. he’s just proving a point, albeit he won’t last long doing it, not with ifrit lazily pressing back to meet his thrusts in the middle but it’ll be worth it. it already has been, he’s already won

a large hot hand snakes up ifrit’s sweaty spine, all the way up and around to the front of his neck, squeezing tight enough for alpha to pull him back to his chest, pressing their bodies close. ifrit’s hands reach back blindly, claws catching alpha’s flank in a desperate bid to just, feel 

“gonna make me fuckin’ cum,” alpha grunts into ifrit’s ear with a heated breath and quiet pant, absurdly desperate for it in a way he didn’t even know he could be. his hand tightens around ifrit’s throat, feeling the rumble of whines and moans before they spill past ifrit’s lips 

“please, i’m gonna, please,” ifrit babbles incoherently, leaving alpha confused for a half second before he catches on to where ifrit’s free hand is wrapped around his half limp cock, stilled because the force of alpha’s thrusts do all the work for him, typical fucking ifrit 

alpha hangs his head, eyes falling onto the milky white ring around the base of his cock and something in his stomach winds tight, too tight, “lucifer,” alpha pants, willing himself to look away quickly before he spills, “f-fucking creamin’, you’re a mess, sparky,” he rasps, his voice scratching a little half way through his favourite nickname for ifrit 

“make it worse,” 

ifrit’s demand irritates alpha, never one to be told what to do but he’s so close, too close, that he doesn’t think he could hold off any longer just to prove a point, just to growl and huff for ifrit to be quiet, to ask him who he thinks he is trying to dictate the situation when alpha is the one in control here, he’s always in control 

a tilt of his hips and a repeated nailing against ifrit’s prostate seems to shut him up though. well, his words at least, a cascade of pathetic little whimpers and whines still surge from his mouth, strained sounds every time alpha bullies his cock just a bit deeper inside of him 

“f-uck,” ifrit hiccups as alpha rubs at his slit. he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment his hand got slapped away from his cock and replaced with alpha’s but he knows it does because alpha’s hand feels different. bigger and warmer, littered with callouses that ifrit could map out in his sleep

two more thrusts and on the third, alpha fucks into ifrit just right and hits home, putting both of them dangerously on the edge. a growl leaves their throats simultaneously, alpha’s low and rumbling like thunder, shaking the window panes in their frames. ifrit’s is louder, higher pitched, shivering up out of his body but they both sound desperate and frantic 

“spill sparky, i know you wanna,” alpha rumbles, his hips starting to jerk in sporadic thrusts. he point blank refuses to be the one to cum first and he knows he can get ifrit there before he does, if he just, “give it to me ‘frit”

he’s not asking, he’s telling, with accentuated short thrusts that drive his point home and ifrit is too far gone to protest. he wails as he spills over alpha’s fist in short little squirts, overstimulation taking over his body while his cock pulses in time with his heart hammering in his chest 

ifrit whimpers, his body trembling as he slumps back into alpha’s chest. his hips slam back, burying alpha to the hilt inside of him, “fuck, oh fuck,” alpha shouts, his head tipping back while ifrit clamps down around him like a hot vice  

the second ifrit had shot his first load over alpha’s chest, alpha knew he was going to get him back, the sweetest form of revenge, his favourite

his hand pushes on ifrit’s back, shoving him forwards and against the back of the chair. then, he winds his fingers into ifrit’s hair, pressing on his head to keep him still as ifrit pants, his cheek smushed into the cushion 

alpha hisses as he pulls out of ifrit too fast, leaving the younger ghoul gaping around nothing. ifrit’s suddenly too empty and it makes him whine, “n-no, in alph’, in,” ifrit begs, though he makes no attempt to move, he couldn’t even if he wanted to 

“s-shut up, i won, my way,” alpha snarls through a grunt. his free hand barely even tickles over his cock before he shoots hot and thick up ifrit’s spine, fat drips of cum trickle downwards with every new load that erupts from his slit

“no, no, no,” ifrit whines, sounding beyond pathetic. he tries to his push his ass back as alpha makes a mess of him but doesn’t get very far with alpha still holding him down

a thin sheen of sweat coats their bodies as they attempt to catch their breaths, chests expanding shakily as they recover. ifrit’s back glistens with a mix of sweat and cum, splattered from his ass to his shoulder blades, alpha thinks he looks like a perverted piece of art 

“fuck,” alpha grunts as he straightens up, and lets go of ifrit, something low in his back popping as he stretches his spine out. ifrit mewls quietly, almost to himself but alpha hears it and gets curious, looking down just in time

ifrit is still partially bent over, his pretty pink hole winks at alpha while it attempts to clench around something, anything. alongside it, the spade of his tail moves sluggishly, going in the direction of a small puddle of cum 

the thin leathery spade on the end of ifrit’s tail curls in on around the edges making its shape something akin to a spoon and before alpha can ask what he’s doing, ifrit scoops the little pool of cum up and deposits it carefully into his ass, letting it drip, drip, drip, from the tip of his tail

“lucifer, you’re so desperate,” alpha scoffs with a roll of his eyes, though he can’t stop himself from watching. his eyes trail and map the path ifrit’s tail is taking up his back, “kind of embarrassing,” he huffs after a little while

“wanted it inside,” ifrit whines, high and reedy. he pinches his eyes shut as the spade of his tail wipes around his hole, pressing flat against his rim. out of the corner of his eye he watches alpha bending to grab his phone off of the floor, when and how it got there, ifrit doesn’t know, he wonders if he sent it flying by accident

distantly ifrit hears alpha tapping his phone, unlocking it he thinks but then, the little clicks of pictures being taken, of the embarrassing state of him no less but ifrit finds it just a little bit hot. he knows alpha will use those pictures for his own entertainment at some point

alpha raises his eyebrows at ifrit when he gets closer to him again, bending and hanging right over ifrit’s body as his tail seemingly completes its job, as a reward ifrit lets his spade sit comfortably just inside of his ruined hole

“don’t make bets you won’t fucking win,” alpha huffs, nipping at ifrit’s neck at the same time he slips two fingers past his relaxed rim, soaking the tips with slick and cum

ifrit cries with it, his body twitching and shaking as he pulls away from alpha, twisting in the chair until he’s slumping into it. he looks up at alpha with wet eyes and alpha, snickers at him and then turns on his heel

“you won’t ever win sparky, remember that,” alpha calls out as he throws his clothes over his shoulder and saunters out of the room, licking and sucking messily at his fingers, leaving ifrit spent, panting and naked in the arm chair

ifrit will remember it, it won’t stop him from trying again though

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[bwobgames]

No houses, ghost or ghouls could ever compare to the absolute terror a loose orange cat could make.

While he is not the one to perpetuate stereotypes, Mozilla is a bit of a … rowdy boy.

He’s a complete sweetheart! Most of the time. When he’s not zooming around the house.

He needs to find him quick, before he has to cover up for another criminal.

Surely he will see the social situation he’s in and behave, right?

Will he be his angle or his debil?

“Agh, I should’ve given him the full dose. He probably woke up and managed to get out.”

Although… there’s something fishy about that statement.

If Firefox was hungry or wanted to get out, he would meow first, then initiate a daring escape, but Oliver didn’t hear anything.

And how could he escape? There doesn’t seem to be any signs of scratches or bite marks around the lock, nor anywhere outside the carrier.

Did his cat become a genius overnight and found out a way to unlatch the lock without leaving any marks?

Actually, new hypothesis. Perhaps he did meow, but Ángel woke up instead and fed him. Thus, a sleepy Ángel could’ve left the hatch badly closed, therefore, feline malice occurs.

That’s the only logical explanation. Even if there’s no signs of Mozilla being fed.

In any case, better catch that orange menace soon, before he terrorizes the poor people. Then he shall interrogate it.

He follows a trail of cat hair, passing the entrance and into the little dining area.

“FIREFOX”

He screams. In his head. With agony.

He sees nothing but a tragedy, as it seems that his devil spawn raided the place.

His dad was right. He should’ve enlisted that cat in the military. To give him discipline.

He sees broken glass, spilled beans and a random half of a fish. Where did he get fish?!

He hurriedly cleans up the broken glass and everything else spilled on the floor. He arranges the glasses, so it doesn’t look like one is missing.

He’s so glad Dominion is inactive. His neighbors were right, he does attract crime.

While cleaning, he notices something on the wall.

A knife set. There’s one missing.

Mozilla… with a knife. God help us all.

But seeing as he doesn’t have any thumbs, it’s more likely a misplaced object by a worker.

Even if his detective intuition says otherwise. Or is it painful memories?

In any case, neither houses nor ghosts need knives. That he knows of.

He quickly makes a mental note of where the emergency brake is.

As he leaves the no longer crime scene, the cat hair trail becomes scattered. He is now stuck on the corridor, leadless and catless.

Until.

“Huh?”

Young Sebastian seems to have mastered the art of guitar dual wielding.

“Ah! You’re Sebastian, yes? What are you doing out here so late?”

“Oh, I found this guitar. I think the mustache kid left it there. But uh, I don’t really want to wake him up…”

“Owen tends to do that. Here, I’ll give it to him in the morning”

“Thanks, uh. Guy”

“I’m Private Detective Oliver Beebo. As the prophecy foretold”

He has now learned that he gets way less misunderstandings when he clarifies the “Private” part. The last bit is from Vivi.

“Private detective? I didn’t know that job still existed. Or that it was profitable”

“Haha, takes lots of effort and self publicity, but it manages”

“Wait, have you been investigating or something?”

“Ah, no. I’m actually looking for my cat. Have you seen an orange creature of evil intent around?”

“A cat? That would explain some things.”

A witness. Oh no.

“I think I heard scratching from the bathrooms, it scared me half to death. Ah, but it was like, an hour or so ago”

So he has been causing trouble. Man. But still, a lead is a lead. If Firefox was in the bathrooms around an hour ago- Wait, does that mean…?

“Have you been awake for long?”

“I haven’t slept yet”

“Wha- Sebastian, that’s not healthy. I get you’re young, but at some point your body will not accept it.”

“Haha, I know. I’m not as young as you think”

“It’s just… been reminiscing. About things”

“What type of things. If you don’t mind me asking”

If you dont mind it being used as information for any house hunting needs.

“Something about this train has been making me feel… nostalgic. I guess.”

“My mother used to tell me all kinds of stories about the trains she used to take”

“Ah, I get it. My grandma used to live near a station, too. I remember laughing at the surprised chickens when the train passed”

“You got chickens?”

“No, no, I’m from the south, and my family worked in the farms.”

“Like, owners of the farms?”

“No? As workers”

“Huh. Sorry it’s just… everyone else is so fancy looking. Ah, I don’t mean to offend I just-“

“I also hang around rich people. It’s interesting to see someone else like me”

“You mean, your friends?”

“Them too but like, others as well”

“My mom worked as a maid, well, “house assistant” or something, but she was literally a maid.”

“At some point we were having a lot of trouble with the rain in our house, so the family she was working for offered us to move in with them”

“So, in a way, I’ve always been around rich people, while living the life of a normal average person”

“At some point though, mom got sick. The family gave her support for medical bills but, she succumbed”

Oh. By “Nostalgia” Sebastian meant Grieving

Wait, this is dangerous.

“I’m so sorry. Was it… COVID?”

“What? No, no. This was a while ago.”

“The family offered me to take her place, but I wanted to study.”

“So, as a token of friendship, I guess. They rent me one of their apartments in a building they own. With a slight discount”

“That’s nice of them, I think. At that point, they probably saw you as their own son”

“That’s… that’s something I been having trouble with”

“My mother never stopped working, even while sick. She also barely had any time to herself, seeing as the family had her at all hours of the day.

She said she liked working there, that the family was kind.

But I could see her swollen feet, only resting at night.

I could see us sitting on another table for lunch.

I could see us being invited to vacations, only for her to be working once more.

Would it really have been okay if she ever said ‘No’ to them? Would she have risked it?

My mother’s illness got worse by stress.”

“I… I guess I’m not sure how to feel.

This place made all those memories return tenfold. All this talk about ghosts makes me think that… Maybe I could see her again”

“Sorry, you seem like a guy who knows things, but I shouldn’t use you as a therapist or a discord vent channel.”

He seems to be going through a lot, and not even counting his dead friend! No wonder he hasn’t slept.

“While your mother had, certainly a sacrificed life, she was honorable.”

“Wow, you really talk like a southern guy”

“Shush, what I’m trying to say is that, she loved you. She would want you to remember the good times with her, not the times she struggled”

“And having those memories, even if looking back becomes painful, is a beautiful thing”

“They were here, They were alive and they were beautiful. And as long as you keep those memories, they will live on”

“…You are a wise guy.”

“I would be even wiser if I could follow my own advice. But my own loss is a bit too fresh yet”

“I get that… I spent like a week just clutching her guitar and crying”

“Is that hers?”

“No, no. This fancy thing is a gift from Fede. Mom was the one who taught me how to play, though”

He gets an idea

“Do you know anything from Los Bunkers?”

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[nyarii]

Hii~!!

I want to know your headcanon of the tkdb boys, "What if The Honor Student turns into a cat?"

🤔🤔

THE GHOULS TAKING CARE OF YOU AFTER YOU TURNED INTO A CAT (PT1)

Frostheim

Kaito :

• Doesn’t think you could look any cuter than you already are. Was proven wrong. • Can’t keep his eyes on you for more than two seconds because he’s about to burst from how cute you are • Doesn’t stop taking pictures of you. Probably made a folder on his phone from all the pictures of you as a cat • Want to show how cute you are to everyone that will listen, but as the same time want to make sure nobody see how adorable you are • If you show him ANY type of affection, like rubbing yourself on his legs, he’s dead. Red in the face. Combusting.

Lucas :

• Is slightly concerned for you • Don’t let that stop him from hanging out with you. Treat you as if you’re still human. • Oh ? You can’t see because you’re too small ? That’s okay. He’ll carry you in his arms. People keep bumping into you ? It’s fine. You can stand on his shoulders. • Somehow understand everything you’re trying to tell him Thoma :

• No ? He’s not laughing at you, come on. How could you assume that ? • Is amused. Doesn’t outright say he find the situation interesting, but you can see it from the smirk on his face • Let you struggle a bit for his own entertainment. Oh ? Seems like you’re very popular with the Frostheim girls. You don’t like being petted ? That’s a shame… He can’t spoil the fun now. Can he ? • Will probably dump you on Jin just for the pleasure of seeing him struggle with you, pretending that he can’t do much about it Jin :

• He’s pissed. Now, HOW did that happen and WHY does HE have to take care of you ? • No, there’s absolutely no way you’ll stay near him in that condition. • But despite all that bravado and all his scolding and frowning, he let you stay in his room • Actually, doesn’t even let you get out of his room until you’ve returned to your original form • Sleep on his couch, because there’s no way he’s sleeping next to you on the bed. • Frown when he sees the hair you let everywhere on his bed but doesn’t scold you, surprisingly? • No matter where you’re sleeping he refuses to make you move. Oh, you decided to fall asleep on his paperwork ? Tch. It’s fine. He doesn’t care. What do you mean these are important paperwork ? • Pretend he doesn’t care but buy you all the most expensive and fancy cat food existing.

N/A : Other parts with each houses coming soon !