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princessbrunette · 2 months
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zombie au rafe who comes to get his revenge but only finds sweet little doe eyed you begging him not to hurt you and he doesnt know what to do with himself<333 he would be so big bad and scary until he took one look at your teary eyes and and
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i think he’d wanna manipulate u. seduce u into turning against your people and being his mole on the inside that can help him. stroking your tearful cheek with the back of his finger as he looks down on u, all big n scary with his gun tucked in his waistband and his men stood behind him obediently …..
“you know what you did, beautiful?”
“w—what?”
“sided with the pogues. now that’s—” he shakes his head, squinting. “thats bad. you’re not bad right? don’t side with murderers do you?”
“they’re not—”
“i’m talking, alright princess?”
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sluttywoozi · 10 months
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em. u need to listen to me. we've all seen the recent gose and saw jeonghan and mingyu and ooooo jeonghan is THAT type of bf BUT!!!! we r all overlooking kim mingyu. mingyu who shoved his shoulder in annoyance. but mingyu who still held onto jeonghan's hand. mingyu who is a little annoyed or a little mad at you but still wants to remind you he loves you (pls write smthn like this if u can!!!)
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You're late. Again. For the fourth time this week.
That makes it the fourth time Mingyu has eaten dinner by himself and gone to bed alone. The fourth time he's had to fall asleep without your warmth next to him and your body curled up against his. Without the scent of your hair under his nose and his fingers tangled with yours. Without the person he loves most in the world by his side.
He understands that your work is important, knows that your office can't function without you, but is this deal really so pivotal that you have to be there all hours of the day?
He feels like it's been ages since he's sat across the dinner table from you and just talked, since he's gotten to be big spoon to your little as you watch a movie on the couch, since he's fallen asleep with you in his arms instead of on his mind.
And honestly, he's starting to feel a little annoyed about it.
Mingyu knows he's important to you too, knows you love him more than anything, but he's not feeling it lately.
.
It's nearing midnight when the alarm system beeps, jerking him out of a light slumber and letting him know you've finally made it home. He can hear your beleaguered steps echo throughout the apartment, noting that you skip the kitchen and dinner he'd left in the fridge for you to head straight to the bedroom.
Mingyu isn't proud of it, but he pretends to be asleep when you come in. He's not sure if you buy the act, but you brush a hand over his hair and drop a kiss to his forehead anyway before stripping your work clothes and taking a quick shower.
When you return to the bedroom, you just sit on the edge of the bed in your towel, making no moves to dry off or get dressed. It makes him peek an eye open to see if he can figure out what you're doing, and he feels the annoyance in his chest cool to a low simmer when he catches sight of you.
You look so small. Your shoulders are curved inward, your elbows on your knees and your head bowed, and the sigh you let out sounds so exhausted, it makes his heart clench.
He can be mad at you later. Right now, you need him.
So he slowly gets out of bed, knowing you feel the movement and not worrying about startling you as he kneels on the floor in front of you. Removing your hands from your face, Mingyu searches out your eyes and winces at the tears in them.
"S'wrong, baby?"
"I'm just so tired and I miss you and I'm sorry," you mumble, still avoiding his gaze.
He cups your cheeks with his palms, lightly smushing them together just to make you giggle, before assuring you, "You can rest now. I miss you too, but you'll be done soon, right?"
"Right. Tomorrow's the deadline," you cringe to yourself at those words, but shake your head, visibly clearing your mind. "And you're my boyfriend, and I love you, but I haven't really been acting like it lately, huh?"
"You're doing your best, baby."
"I promise I'll do better."
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lunicho · 22 days
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just saw ur post about that other guy being a headpusher (sorry idk who he is plz feel free to tell me about him hes hot as fuck) but who do you think in bonedo is a headpusher? for me its leehan and taesan and maybe sungho when he's desperate ^^'
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HI HI it's gunil from xdinary heroes! he's a drummer in their band and they're rlly good i recommend their music and just them in general they're hilarious,, but anywayssss
THIS IS SUNGHO AND LEEHAN SO BAD !!! sungho is such a head pusher, like to me he doesn't even have to be desperate he just really loves to ruin u, he loves to test ur limits and figure out how much u can really take so he's not that rough with pushing your head down but he'll definitely do it,, either that or he'll lift his hips up to get his cock farther down ur throat. he loves to see the tears prick at the corners of your eyes and he loves seeing how tight u squeeze ur eyes shut as u try to take more. leehan on the other hand is so cocky about it, talking about how he knows u can take more,, he's like "i've seen u take more than that, i know you can,, need my help?" and he'll grab a handful of ur hair and push u further on his length, he loves when u get all messy with it too like it turns him on so much.
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gabessquishytum · 26 days
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Following the cow!Hob/cat!Dream and warprize brainrot - 1689 AU?
King Hob is mentally and physically defeated when he’s bound and dragged into Dream’s throne room to be given as a gift. He’d fought as long as he could, but the final siege had left him scrawny and gaunt. Queen Eleanor and Prince Robyn had succumbed to fever so recently that his chest is still swollen with milk despite his poor condition. He’s expecting that whatever they’re going to do to him, he won’t survive much longer.
King Dream seems unimpressed with this gift from Burgess’s warmongering kingdom, but his interest is clearly piqued when he scents the fresh milk staining wet patches on Hob’s thin tunic. He beckons for the cow to be brought closer, then slashes the fabric in half with one sharp claw. Hob blushes at this latest torment - he’s already lost everything and now he’s standing in front of this court with his tits out on display.
Of course his embarrassment isn’t complete yet - King Dream leans forward and licks delicately at one plump nipple with his rough tongue and Hob moans involuntarily, deep and lowing. King Dream’s eyes flick up to meet his as he carefully takes the nipple in his mouth and suckles deeply - Hob discovers what a humiliation kink is when he realises he’s hard in his breeches. Dream drinks his fill, purring the whole time, before ordering this cow to be taken to his personal chambers.
As he’s dragged away, milk-stained tunic flapping around his bare breasts, Hob’s not so sure he’s ready for death to take him just yet - he’s got so much to live for!
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Poor sweet Hob 😭😭 he's having such a rough day.
But. It gets better. Once he's deposited in the cat King's personal chambers, Hob is immediately tended to by Dream’s closest personal servants. Jessamy kindly removes his ruined and stained clothes, without any judgement towards his state of arousal. Hob is then thoroughly bathed (the servants are clearly expecting a fight over this, but Hob is not a cat - he quite enjoys his soak in the warm water). He's so sleepy by that point, but then he's served a lovely dinner (the cat people do at least realise that Hob is a strict vegetarian) and of course he's starving, so he foregos sleep in favour of eating his fill for the first time in many months.
Dream comes to his chambers and finds his new cow companion spread out and snoring on the royal bed. This brings a smile even to the King's face, and he dismisses the servants silently before climbing up onto the bed and curling around Hob. Despite the recent hardships Hob is still pleasingly soft and Dream purrs in contentment as he settles in for the night.
Next morning Hob wakes to the familiar sensation of a hungry mouth at his teat, and he almost imagines that he's back with Eleanor and Robyn... but he quickly remembers the true circumstances. Its not so bad though. Soft, warm paws are kneading gently against Hob’s thighs, and it's like a nice massage. It's not long before Hob is hard again, and this time there's nothing to preserve his dignity. One of those soft paws moves upwards, and all two soon Hob’s cock in being thoroughly petted by Dream. And the king doesn't stop sucking away on his tits until there's nothing left to give.
Hob discovers that now, his purpose is to sate the cat King's thirst. No longer a king in his own right, he exists only to please Dream. And yet, there's something rather freeing about that. Not to mention, Dream seems to be generous, and fascinated by Hob’s pleasure... perhaps he'll be more than just a source of milk for the King after all...
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pfhwrittes · 2 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/pfhwrittes/739087985055809536/a-quick-little-something-for-dealing-drugs-and
Could you add to this at all?
I’m not sure if you do anons but if you do and If it’s available could I be- 🐙?
(I’m 19 years old)
hi anon, of course you can be 🐙 (also thank you for specifying your age, that's very sweet of you but not necessary. i'm going to trust my anons that they're over 18)
gosh lets see what i can pull up as a follow up for this post. i'll have to dig into my murky memories to see if i can remember where it was going (or maybe to drag up some inspiration).
TW: unspecified intoxication, nausea mention (but no vomit), dubcon touching (johnny doesn't ask before touching the reader character, and the reader character can't consent anyway).
pairing: john mactavish x female reader --
you're sat on the kitchen floor, cool tiles bleeding the slightly feverish heat from your body, propping yourself up against the cabinet behind you. you stomach roils and you take a careful breath through your nose.
"y'alright there, hen?"
you blink open your eyes hazily, not entirely sure when they dropped closed, to look up at one of the men from the living room. did he follow you? where's your friend? you swallow and shake your head carefully. the kitchen blurs and spins around you so you close your eyes again.
"easy, easy. don't want ye makin' yerself sick now."
you feel two calloused palms cradle your face, a thumb strokes your cheekbone lightly sending a burst of heat and static up into your temple.
"m'gonna be sick." you manage to slur out through numb lips but the hands don't pull away.
"naw, yer no'. just need a drink of water is all, hen." one of the hands moves away from your hot face and you feel something cool and smooth nudge your lower lip. you blink your rolling eyes open so you can focus on the glass of water - is it water? - under your nose.
the man tilts your head back slightly and you sip carefully. the water washes away the slightly sour taste in your mouth and you hum to let this helpful stranger know you're done for now.
"good girl, well done." your helpful stranger practically purrs at you as he removes the glass from your lips. you feel his thumb swipe at a bead of water in the corner of your mouth and your world tilts slightly on its axis again. maybe you should ask him to stop touching you now, but you feel like you'll shatter into pieces without the anchor of his palm on your cheek and the thumb that's now resting on your bottom lip.
"is that right?" he asks sounding amused. oh, you must've mumbled some of that out loud. you blink at your stranger, wondering if his eyes really are that blue. who is he anyway? did he follow you? where's your friend?
"'m johnny. i saw you go out into the kitchen. your friend..." he pauses briefly and you're fascinated by the way his lips twitch as he contemplates the words he wants to say. you want to touch the stubble on his jaw. "is a wee bit busy at the moment. so i thought i'd better check on you."
you hum, you know what busy means. and oh, you must've asked him your questions out loud again. you don't know if that's a good thing so you close your heavy eyelids again. maybe that will help you keep your thoughts inside your head.
"hey, c'mon hen. you cannae fall asleep here." johnny taps your lip to get your attention. "let's get you somewhere more comfortable."
you mumble something half formed and garbled about not wanting to see whatever it is your friend is doing with the other men in the living room and johnny huffs a quiet laugh.
"naw, naw. c'mon i'll put you up in my room, how does that sound?"
that sounds pretty good. so you let johnny manoeuvre your uncooperative body upwards and trust him to guide you out of the kitchen in your haze.
you miss whatever he says to the hulking figure in the doorway as you focus on keeping your feet in contact with the floor but you're very aware of the way his hand on your waist burns like a brand.
somewhere in the back of your mind a tiny shrill voice warns you about something before it gets washed away. maybe you'll remember after having a lie down.
-- taglist: @kaadaaan
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kaionyx · 1 month
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I’m so sorry but I couldn’t help but touch myself to your blog. The more I scrolled the more it was harder to resist when I could feel myself dripping down to my thighs for you. I swear I can be a good puppy, just wanna be bred so badly.
and I know you have so many anons but even after this I can’t help but feel a little shy 🐙
Aw no need to apologize sweetheart, I know my big words tend to dumb down little puppies like you. It’s just so easy slipping your hand down between your legs and humping yourself braindead to my posts, isn’t it love? Just letting all those dumb thoughts melt away while you scroll deeper into my blog. It’s not your fault though, even good pups can’t help but to turn into desperate little whores when they see enough of my words.
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fatuismooches · 3 months
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HEHE HAIHAI SMOOCHES ITS ME ANON WHO CANT STOP THINKING ABT FAILURE AND DELTA SEGMENTS SINCE U ASKED SO NICELY U SHALL RECIEVE MORE BRAINROTS thud time a cute little imagine? scenario? (i have no idea hut we roll) with failure segment
Since this segment doesn’t acknowledge anyone other than fragile!reader (and prime i think) i imagine that when the agents are assigned with tasks related to this segment, they feel immense reluctance.. but worry not! fragile!reader to the rescue!
Imagine one of the times where reader is sat on his table, trapped between his arms as he stares at them (this is a regular occurrence atp), an unlucky fatui agent assigned to retrieve something from this segments’ office comes in and asks for said thing, they get ignored as usual, so fragile! reader, being the kind and gentle soul they are take it upon themselves to help them, since theyre the only person this segment would willingly listen to without facing any difficulties.
So the reader repeats the agents’ question but less nervously and in a more softer tone, they stroke his cheeks with their thumbs as he gets lost in the soft glint in their eyes, and almost as if hypnotised, he nods along to the sound of their lovely voice and in a voice so low he answers the reader, then points to the direction of said object the agent was assigned to get. The agent takes it and walks off (almost darts out tbh), and reader just kisses the segment as thank you, i imagine he keeps his half lidded eyes open whenever fragile!reader presses their lips against his, but just for a couple of seconds, i like to think he mainly does this to memorize the feeling of the moment, how soft their lips feel, the way you look so content kissing him, the feeling of your hands on his cheeks (how they’re no longer as cold as he remembers them to be when you were in a comatose state), the feeling of yearning and love in his chest, etc.
And only then does he closes his eyes shut to enjoy the moment even more.
And then when you try to pull away, he doesn’t let you. He lightly places a hand under your chin and a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you back for a peck, a peck turns into two, then he goes in for thirds and fourths and its like he can’t get enough of the sweet taste of your lips (honestly none of the segments nor Dottore himself can get enough). I know it was stated that this segment doesnt initiate physical affection since he’s content with watching you go about your day from afar, but i like to imagine that although occasionally, he sometimes reciprocates double the affection you give him, its like he’s lost control of his own movements and moves in a trance. And then reader can’t take anymore because of how flustered and breathless they feel and immediately bury their face in the crook of his neck, with their arms wrapped tight around him as he sigh in contentment.
Their face burns even more when he absentmindedly murmurs in that voice of his about the feel of their lips as if he was documenting checkup results so close to their ear.
hehe this was fun to write but i did not beta read at sll :3c can i be 🐙 anon pretty pleasr C:
(x) Although being asked to speak to any of the segments is a challenging task for the average person, Zeta is a special case. Each segment is unique in their own way, perhaps loud and crazy, or calm yet intimidating, but at least they can communicate with their underlings. Zeta, on the other hand, has very little contact with the regular Fatuis, only capable of working in solitude considering his state of mind. Most agents are forced to return empty-handed and instead fetch another segment to help. He's not seen very often either - it's either Prime's office, his office, the hallways to and from, and maybe his room. So Zeta certainly isn't a segment one would want to deal with, especially since his ticks and likes are vastly unknown to the general Fatui... (the handbook is severely lacking in this area...)
But despite the air around Zeta, you weren't scared off in the slightest, and of course, found yourself snuggling with him in due time. His general demeanor was far different from the other segments but that wasn't an issue, you found it endearing but also quite sad at how gently he treated you as if you were glass that was just about to break... you wanted to try and show him how you were still stronger than that! (Despite your frail health.)
You didn't expect helping him with his job to be part of spending time with him, but you're not mad. Rather, you find it a bit cute how he's willing to listen and indulge your wishes. (The handbook definitely has a rule like - [Name] 100% has magic powers. Definitely an angel bestowed upon us.) Meanwhile, Zeta has no issue with this, in fact, he finds it reminiscent of all the times you used to ask favors from him, when you used to rely on him for anything and everything. So now that finally you're awake, alive, smiling, he wants you to rely on him again. (Though he does find it a bit annoying how nice you are to these agents, he'd prefer to help you with your own requests...)
You can never really predict when Zeta will have one of those days when he needs to kiss you all over, and although it catches you off guard you will never not reciprocate. You know how long he's had to watch you be motionless, and you need to make up for that time. It's also kind of funny because while all the other segments fluster you on purpose, Zeta doesn't realize it sometimes.
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sc0tters · 2 months
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feel like her brothers specifically luke and jack end up seeing how much gracie adores elias, like letting him do the little things that she always did her self and never let anyone else, or how much she loves to be toi hung him
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hi 🐙 hope you’re doing well!
Luke had to watch his twin with her boyfriend and at first he wanted to be mad but Gracie was clearly in love with him. Gracie has finally learnt how to accept someone else doing things for her. Even if it is for these minor things like getting her water or tying her shoelaces Elias just loves being able to do it for her and for that Gracie won’t complain.
For Quinn the trio was good too as he could really see how much they loved each other “who would have thought our sister would be the one whipped.” Jack couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Elias tuck you both under a blanket as the camp fire roared in front of you “she’s kind of sweet when she’s clingy.” Quinn smiled as he hadn’t seen the duo leave each others side in days.
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princessbrunette · 2 months
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frat! rafe from your previous post but he sees you flirting with some dude and all but loses it because you were drooling all over HIM ten minutes ago and he just cant be having that
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you’re def doing it to rile him up a little because once your head had cleared you’d realised the whole ‘i’ll think about it’ thing was something u just can’t let slide !! so you make sure you’re in rafes line of vision, smiling up all sweet n touchy with some guy you couldn’t care less about.
rafe plays it cool, even though he’s burning inside — sidles right up to your side and slides an arm round you waist, giving the guy you’re flirting with a little warning smile n nod. “hey, man.” he drawls before turning his attention to you. “oh, you know — you got a little…” he licks his thumb and brings it to your face, wiping right beside your mouth. “i guess my aim was a little off. think you swallowed the rest though, right?” he furrows his brows, tilts his head and you freeze. he did not.
his gaze returns to the guy, blinking a couple of times at his surprised expression as he stitches two and two together. “the hell are you still here for?” is all he needs to hum in that low nasally voice and the poor guy is scurrying off— not wanting to get in trouble with the frat president. rafe smiles, greedily eyeing you for a sec before stepping back— never one to let you win. “you’re welcome, yeah?”
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jenny-from-the-bau · 2 months
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ooh apologies for the super long ask but here's my controversial cm take (well maybe not controversial here, but in general) the longer i got into the show, the more i disliked reid. like i like the concept of him as a character, especially in the early seasons, but his fandom is so obnoxious and the writers played into that too much imo. like one of the things i like about cm is that there's a cast of characters and no real main character, but it really felt like they were giving reid main character syndrome in those last few seasons. also i feel like most of his fans only like him because he's hot (which imo is debatable but that might just be because i'm a lesbian) and they completely mischaracterize him because of it. wdym spencer reid is a domtop sex god he can't talk to women
also i feel like because reid is a supergenius with an iq of 187, the whole fandom discounts how smart the rest of the team is (except blake and maybe garcia, she gets her flowers). like derek went to college on a scholarship, worked as a cop in chicago, worked the bomb squad, and became an expert in obsessional crimes all before joining the bau and he was only in his early 30s in s1. or emily speaks like five languages, went to yale, worked in counterterrorism, went undercover with doyle, and was only 36 when she joined the team. don't even get me started on how the team underestimates jj's intelligence because she's pretty and she was "only" the media liaison and not a "real" profiler despite the fact that she helped profile them countless times before becoming a profiler. she was literally 27 in the first season and it's implied she had been working for the bau for a few years at that point. the bau is one of the most prestigious units in the entire fbi, and it's insanely impressive that she got such a position at such a young age, but people want to act like she's not smart.
also i commented on what it takes on ao3 (my user is repugaytion) and you asked me what my tumblr is, that was me, hiiii! i did in fact read that entire fic instead of studying for my midterm, but dw i had some time to study beforehand, and i aced the exam. no more prioritizing jemily over studying tho lmao
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(1) I agree with you! I think he's a fine character, but the fanbase was really loud and the writers just leaned more and more into that without considering the other characters. I also think he's smart, but more so, he's good at memorizing and regurgitating information. He usually isn't the one to make actual connections. He gives facts and it's someone else who puts them together. Also Also other people are so so smart and it's over shadowed by his ability to say numbers quickly. It's so frustrating. Everyone is an expert in something, but the show pretends that he's the only smart one.
(2) I hate when people write Spencer as a sex god or like super hot man in bed because like he's a dweeb ass dweeb and that's what makes him so amazing! he's just this nerdy guy who's sweet because he has no interest in pretending to be something he's not. I think mot of his fandom doesn't actually like him. They think he's hot and then make up whatever they want about him.
(3) hellooooooo! I'm glad you aced your exam haha I was worried!
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rodolfoparras · 2 months
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Dude you got me fucked up with that fwb Price thing like aurh
The yearning or whatever n it's like
Shit
Idk man I gotta sit and think or else I might start walking up the wall
You portrayed Price's feelings so well I felt in my soul
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I’m glad you enjoyed it sugar cube! It was a very spontaneous post but I wanted to share it bc I feel like price 100% would develop feelings for a close friend unknowingly even though I have a one sided beef with Nik he’s very much one of the people price could actually develop feelings for and that the sex between you two would just happen it wouldn’t be an agreement just something that felt right whenever it did happened
but what would be the most interesting thing is watching him realize his feelings because one day after your typical hang outs you’re telling him you’re going on a date ? He’s in the middle of eating the food you made for him when he suddenly feeezes before he swallows down the bite along with his pride and musters up an of course and he wants to apologize for interrupting a date night - date even the word is hard to get out but you’re like no need to apologize I promised we’d hang out right? And once again he’s speechless because is that what this is? Hang outs ? I mean to a certain extant yeah friends eat dinner together and watch games but they certainly don’t have sex He doesn’t really register the rest of your words as you get ready for whenever you’re going, first time in a while he didn’t feel at home in your place wanted to go to his own room and crawl up in his own bed and sleep this dreadful feeling away maybe even drink until he passes out but you won’t let him go home promising you’ll be home by 1am and you can have breakfast in the morning like you always do when he stays over
He doesn’t mention that the breakfast comes after sex and that this specific night you’re going on a date and it doesn’t feel right laying in your bed if feels like something a date would do but he’s just a friend?
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gabessquishytum · 2 months
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Inspired by this: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3FQ1pJiJAp/
Hob is the resident chef on a daytime TV show; Dream and Johanna are the main presenters. Usually Dream is the consummate professional, completely deadpan in the face of Hob and Johanna’s shenanigans and ad libs that skirt the boundaries of what’s acceptable for a live lunchtime broadcast. But when Hob follows through on losing his bet about whether the two of them will win a prestigious TV award, Johanna’s the one to keep her cool. Dream, on the other hand, can’t string more than two words together, his pale complexion turned bright pink as he valiantly fights to keep his eyes above Hob’s neck.
He fails. Spectacularly. He’s never going to live this moment down. But that’s ok, because Hob makes sure to find him after the live broadcast to check he’s ok. And maybe invite him over for a home-cooked meal as an apology?
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Does Hob also have a little wooly "sock" to keep his dick warm? 😄😄 I bet he knitted it himself.
At first Hob thinks that Dream is like, really offended by him being full frontal naked, because he turns bright red and doesn't even seem able to speak. But Hob soon realises that it's arousal, not anger, that's causing his poor colleague to do an impression of a stammering tomato. Hob thinks it's the cutest thing ever, and he's definitely going to capitalise on the whole situation. He's had a crush on Dream forever, but he's such an ice Prince, he never imagined that Dream could like him back...!
Poor Dream can't believe that that just happened to him on live television. Maybe it's time to retire to an island where he'll never be seen again... of course Hob won't let that happen. He corners Dream (fully clothed) and nags him until he agrees to going home with Hob for wine and commiserations. Hob has promised not to laugh at him.
Why would he laugh, when he fully intends to seduce Dream? To cook him a simple, flavourful meal paired with a nice wine, to rub his poor tense shoulders. To run his fingers through Dream’s cotton-soft hair and tell him how beautiful he is? He'll press Dream gently into the couch and kiss the surprised little "oh" out of his mouth until he melts and purrs under Hob’s hands.
Hob can't wait to see how far that pretty blush goes down Dream’s neck and chest. Dream’s seen him naked, now it's Hob’s turn - and maybe he'll even knit a little black "sock" for Dream, if he's a very good boy 😉
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oh, unpopular opinion. “lowblood” fashion is by far superior to ““highblood” fashion. i personally much prefer a simple tee and sweatpants over the elaborate outfits my caste would require me to wear. -🐙
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sh1-n0bu · 6 days
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I accidentally locked in and now I have 43 special passes and 115 stellar jades and now I don’t know what to do with them all… (>人<;) this is actually the most I’ve ever had before
-🐙anon
dear LORD GIMME THOSE GIMME THOSE GIMME THOSE I NEED IT FOR BOOTHILL
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jd-loves-fiction · 2 years
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Leona, small, child, cub, baby, shower, love, Feed hIM, GIVE IT TO ME-
Thank you-
🌑 baby Leona🥺🥺pLEASE
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[14:45] 'What a mess.'
That's all you can think about as you stare down a pair of big, bright green eyes. Tiny, dark hands reach up towards you. Leona, small and chubby, stands before you.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Child Leona retracts when you spend too long gaping at him, pouting and crossing his arms.
'Oh no, don't tell me he used to have an even worse atitude.'
"I'm looking at you, little cub." You respond cheekily. You can't help but give him some atitude with him looking up at you with his hands at his hips.
"And why is that?"
"Because you're adorable." You smile, crouching down to his height to see him better. He blinks up at you in response. "We should find a way to fix this."
Disillusioned with the situation, you stand back up, ready to look for a solution for this potionology mishap, "Wait!"
You turn around at the voice that calls out, look down at the tiny boy, back with a pout on his lips, shuffling his feet bashfully. The wordless message is fairly clear to you - his legs are too short to keep up with you.
"What do you need, cub?" You ask, amused and wishing to pull on his tail for just a little longer.
"Would you- Could you... Please... Carry me wherever you want to go? I don't think I can keep up."
Exhaling fondly at the way Leona twirls his fingers nervously, you give him a pat on the head, seizing the rare opportunity to do so, "Sure thing, Leona."
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