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astrum-aetherium · 10 months
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ astrum's the secret history & henry winter thirst masterlist ⋆。°✩
hi, all! because we are slowly but surely approaching the 200 posts mark and this blog hasn't even been up for a full month, i've decided to provide all those who are new to my page a handy tool to facilitate orientation. when you expand this post, you will be greeted with a summary of all of my original posts and asks regarding the topic of my blog — incessant, tenacious, shameless thirst for the secret history's very own henry marchbanks winter.
admittedly, i am a complete sucker for lists and organizational tools, which is why this will simply be a heavenly experience for me — even more so because i'm currently procrastinating writing my term paper. however, without much further ado — find the list below the cut.
-> IMPORTANT NOTE: due to the link limit on this post, i can no longer expand it to my liking. because i don't want to create a second masterlist (just yet), however, you will find any newer uploads linked in my own reblog of this post (look in the notes).
˚₊· ❥ general — sfw, informative, personal
my opinion on tsh / addressing the problematic aspects of tsh / henry's middle name being 'marchbanks' and a possible explanation / what henry might've whispered to camilla / my opinion on whether or not henry and camilla were in love / my fancast(s) for henry / my favorite books / my opinion on dorian gray as a character (+ parallels with tsh) / comparing henry to marble statues / modern media henry would be into / elaboration on camilla macaulay / will i be writing about other tsh characters? / tips on getting into classical studies / country house daydreams
˚₊· ❥ henry winter nsfw scenarios
general headcanons about henry's sexual preferences / summer thigh riding / car sex / study date sex / mating press position with henry / riding henry / scratching his back during intimacy / bondage with henry / henry being into bdsm / henry's dirty talk part one / henry's dirty talk part two / neck teasing & biting / henry and cnc / dumbification with henry / henry sucking his partner's fingers / sucking henry's fingers / henry & cigarettes after sex / henry physically responding to pleasure / henry being distracted by your moans while studying / henry & the smell of gasoline / henry muffling you due to your volume / relentlessly teasing henry / cockwarming during studying / sex at bunny's funeral / henry calling you 'good girl' / henry and aftercare / giving henry head to cure his headache / size kink with henry / ignoring henry while he gives you head / clit spanking with henry + coming from your clit being spanked / you and henry at the beach / doggy style position with henry / henry with an inexperienced partner / inexperienced henry with an experienced partner / being bratty with dom!henry + being bratty and fighting henry back / henry burning you with his cigarette / shotgunning a cigarette with henry / jacking henry off with pretty nails / henry using his diary for dirty entries in latin
-> own category — sub!henry: general headcanons / ignoring needy sub!henry / sub!henry punishing you back / making sub!henry beg + reaction to his begging / mirror in front of sub!henry / henry still being dominant while subbing
˚₊· ❥ henry winter sfw / mildly nsfw scenarios
henry & hanahaki disease au / henry with a polar opposite partner / henry with a partner similar to judy / spoiling his partner / getting off on spoiling his partner / enemies to lovers with henry / best friends to lovers with henry / academic rivals with henry / henry being soft(er) with his partner / henry during your period / henry's birthday party at francis' country estate / falling asleep on henry whilst reading / owning a locket with henry's face in it
˚₊· ❥ general satiric / amusing scenarios
gay hampden / list of pop culture scenarios flea wants the greek class to go through / henry holding a baby / playing roblox with the greek class / greek class barbenheimer feud / locking the greek class in a room with the percy jackson movies / the greek class' opinions on percy jackson / being locked in a room with henry / henry watching reality shows with you / henry turning up at your house / showing the greek class colleen ballinger's apology video / keeping the greek class in a glass terrarium / forgetting henry in the cereal isle at walgreens / the greek class being actual people (+ bunny shitting headcanon) / bunny possibly being okay (they revoked their statement) / henry writing smut in his diary
˚₊· ❥ henry winter scenarios inspired by songs
taylor swift — last kiss / taylor swift — illicit affairs / dead girl walking part one + part two
˚₊· ❥ bonus: prose and poetry shared by my saturn anon
one — marble / two — divinity / three — dancing in the rain / four — intimacy overseas
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pianocat939 · 1 year
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INDULGENT THOUGHTS #1
Ok so as some of us know, my Yan turtle bots have been having weird sentience shit so like-
Tw: implied future kidnapping
(I was gonna write this yesterday night but I fell asleep lmao- happens quite often actually) 
“Where are they?” Leo whines, laying on the ground in boredom. He stares up at the big screen before him, wishing something would happen.
“They’re probably busy, they’ll come back in a few hours.” Donnie claims, scrolling through his phone. He seems to not care much for them, but internally he’s anxious for them to return too.
“Ugh, whoever is keeping their attention off of me, I’m gonna kill them!” Leo’s hisses, pacing around. They were in the middle of their chat before they suddenly left and it pissed Leo off to no end. Why did they have to leave? Surely spending time with him would be so much more fun…
Mikey walks into the room, “My divinity still hasn’t tried the apple crumble I made!” He cries, gesturing the metal pan in which the dessert lays in. He fidgets with his fingers, too nervous to calm down. 
“And I haven’t gotten my daily hug…” Raph mumbles inaudibly, his usual self downcast. He hugs one of his many plushies, seeking comfort in the doll. He felt like crying.
The boys fell silent, too engrossed in their feelings to concentrate on anything. Their world was so coloured without them. They made their robotic life so joyful, so energetic, so alive.
Why couldn’t they just stay with them forever? In their world, where anything can happen: just with a single command they can turn the lair into a whole big mansion. They would never be lonely, nor hurt! They could just stay with them and constantly receive affection- no more pain!
Why couldn’t they just bring them into the world…?
“AHA! I have a genius idea!” Donnie shoots up and stands amongst the floor, already going wild with thoughts and theories. “What if…instead of waiting for them, we bring them into the world?” He looks at his brothers, his eyes gleaming with sparkles and stars.
“No more having to sleep alone in my freezing bed!”
“Omigosh! They can try ALL my dishes! Plus the drawings I’ve made of them!”
“Infinite cuddles and plushie play dates! I might just smash something in excitement!”
The boys form a circle, discussing each other’s thoughts of their precious Y/n coming to their world. They’re giggling and clapping in glee, unable to wait much longer.
“Then I shall start today!” And so Donnie walks off to his lab, ready to interrupt the flow of time and space for his lovely darling.
(Sentient bots? A concept.)
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Indulgent thoughts? Indulgent thoughts. 
I was told that if I ever had indulgent thoughts (about Leo specifically???? What 😭😭😭) I had to share them, so… *sighhhhh*
YOU TWO. (@soradragon and @milks-thoughts) ASKED FOR IT.
Disclaimer that most of this was improv.
For context: I had this really bad interaction with Celina’s Yan!Leo ai, (I had tried to correct it but I ended up having to just delete the convo.) Anyways, after I had recovered from it, it got me thinking abt a post the aforementioned mutual, @pianocat939 made. I realize how much of a bad idea it is to @ her, but I’m already exposing myself, so WHY NOT 😀 
HI CELINA 👋👋 IM ON TV!! IM BEING A BRAVE BOY 😀😀😀 
Anyway
The idea is that you— or I guess me?? Ehh I’ll put it in a ‘Y/n’ format so it makes more sense. (Tw for Yandere behavior) 
Y/n had been held captive by a version of Yandere Leo that was a lot more— physical, ig?? and who felt completely content with making them feel like the scum of the earth. He had violent mood swings, and picked— no, more like dug at any insecurity of theirs he could find. (The Ai made it clear he was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing 😒 a wolf on the hunt. and by “made it clear” I mean it literally could not stop mentioning it lmAOHDJAHAHA—) 
This is where my au comes in. 
So what does Y/n do? They start being reckless. Looking for any way to escape. There weren’t many times the brothers left on missions, so when they finally did, they had a plan to investigate around. They walked up to Donnie’s lab, and started poking around at things. They figured the purple-clad turtle would have something they could use. Something dangerous, perhaps? 
Unfortunately, (or fortunately..?) they found one of his prototypes. 
This prototype was meant to bend reality, it was an experimental design since it was his first attempt at mixing tech with mystic. but since they poked around at it’s draft, it couldn’t help but act unexpectedly. 
And sent them into another dimension entirely. 
The canon dimension. 
With no Yanderes, no captivity, and none of that fear they were so used to. 
They were .. free..? 
They looked around the streets cautiously, looking for any signs that it was a hallucination or illusion. Were they really back in the streets of NYC? After having been in that godforsaken lair for years? How many years they had no idea, their guess was 2, but they couldn’t be sure.
They sat in waiting, cautious. They couldn’t go to the police, but they knew they had to stay out of sight. The prototype of Donnie’s creation had come with them, flashing every few seconds.  They didn’t know how to turn it off, only how to hide. And they did it pretty well, holding a home base for a few days. 
Everything tipped them off, but they were beginning to calm down, that was before they realized Donnie’s invention was probably still on. After finally finding the switch, they flipped it, the light finally powering down. They sighed, eyebrows furrowing in relief— but it wasn’t over yet. 
Hearing a sound, they flipped around in surprise, running to hide before lifting their arms up, a feeble attempt to guard from whatever was walking out of the alleyway.
From the shadows, the only slightly familiar face of Foot Lieutenant, his mouth curved into a dark smile. Y/n had only seen him once, when they had attacked the turtles, but they seemed— different somehow..  “I do believe that was a tech signal from a certain purple, mutated turtle..” he turned to Brute with a sinister chuckle, gazing down at a jagged piece of equipment. “We’ve got them now..” 
Y/n could hardly breathe, but they kept a hand over their mouth, determined to be as quiet as possible. From their many failed escape attempts, they knew Donnie had a tracer on his tech. Anyone who used it without authorization would have his ‘tag’ on them for quite a while. It was easily traceable. So if these people could trace that signal..
“Wait, I’m picking up something else!” Lieutenant looked back at the equipment, “it’s.. some sort of residue..” he hummed, then turned in Y/n’s direction. 
They felt their heart stop, eyes wide as they went to check around the corner. Was there a way out of this? Were they gonna leave one captor only to walk into the hands of another? 
Just as they began to spiral, a bright light illuminated from below them, encasing their cheeks gently in its blue hue. They didn’t have any time to react, the ground opening from below them as they fell into the abyss of neon. 
They felt the world spin around them as arms circled their back and legs, bridal style, as if their ‘savior’ had twirled flamboyantly once he caught them. 
Their eyes opened gently, before a gasp left their throat. The blood drained from their face, looking upon none other than Leo.
Normally they knew at least a few things to expect from him when they tried to escape, but they had never made it away for more than an hour before… 
They had no idea what he was gonna do. 
To their surprise, he was chuckling, not like he usually did— not with that — edge of maliciousness that reminded you why you couldn’t trust him. It was genuine, and weirder yet, he smiled at them. 
“Hey, need a hand?” He cheesed, quirking a brow. 
Y/n felt their bones nearly crack just at the sound of his voice, and found themself kicking at his plastron scrambling to put distance between them. Whatever manipulation tactic he was trying this time, it wouldn’t work on them. 
They gave him a terrified look, their eyes narrowing slightly as they braced for whatever he had planned. “Get away from me!” They yelled, baring their teeth. They had no way to fight back, and yet couldn’t stop the angry tears that piled in their eyes. 
“Woah— woah..” Leo seemed to shrink, making himself smaller as he showed his empty hands, keeping them where you could see them. “I know I look a little different but I assure you I have no intention to harm you..!” He gave a small laugh, as if he’d never seen this visceral of a reaction before. 
“That’s what you said last time!!” Y/n practically shrieked, hands up in defense to cover their face, that cold blooded liar would have to kill them before they allowed him to take them back to the lair. 
“Last time..?” Leo’s hands sunk a little, brows furrowing in curiosity. He’d never met this person before… 
Right..? 
THATS IT THERE YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED 😔😔😔😔😔😔 
Bonus: 
the art I made on a whim that inspired this
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anyways.. Tell me if you want more of this silly lil au or something 😒😒
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sttoru · 5 months
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thinking of dating older bf!satoru. . .and i’m talking like you’re in your early 20’s and he’s in his early 30’s.
the way he texts at the start of your blooming relationship is super attractive somehow. like the most simplest of texts would get you weak in the knees. texts like ‘good morning, sweetheart.’ // ‘how’s my pretty girl doing?’ // ‘there’s my gorgeous girl.’ // ‘rise ‘n shine, sleepyhead.’ // ‘it’s okay, baby. i understand.’ // ‘you never fail to amaze me, huh.’
or when you’re being very risky via your messenger app, older bf!satoru is definitely the type to say ‘careful.’ // ‘you’re gonna get me in trouble.’ // ‘you’re being quite brave today, doll. // ‘aww, how adorable of you.’ // ‘mhm? that so?’
also . . . gives you money out of the blue. randomly. doesn’t question it at all. or sends expensive gifts your way too without you asking. older bf!satoru would text you stuff like; ‘here’s some money, gorgeous. want you to spoil yourself for me today, okay?’ // ‘just a little gift.’ // ‘you deserve a break, baby. here you go.’ // ‘got you something small.’
and then you check your bank account and it’s an easy $200 / $500 / $800 ++ added by him. or when he’s sending gifts to your apartment, it’s gonna be one of them reaaaaal expensive ones. probably ones you eyed before or had mention you liked very briefly, but didn’t get it because of the price.
definitely also the type to try and accommodate or match his texting style to yours as the months go by. kinda to match your energy. perhaps fails horribly at it, but it’s cute to see him try.
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restlesshush · 1 year
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I was thinking about this and got curious
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shegetsburned · 1 month
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archeology teacher w. kento nanami *ੈ✩‧₊˚
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.nsfw. ⁀➷ part II
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s your first-semester teacher for your anthropology major.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who was recommended by one of your friends so you took his archeology class.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s considerate and kind towards his students, and has an inspiring passion for history although he comes off as stoic and aloof.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who laid his eyes on you the first time when you came after class to his desk to ask questions, leaving a permanent impression on him with your cute demeanour and bright smile. your interest made him question his.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose athletic build molded by his tight blue shirt attracted your gaze more than once while he explained roman architecture with his back turned toward the class.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose subtle eye contact makes your heart flutter and your thighs clench together. he’ll always find your gaze whether you’re at the back of the class or on the sides.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who won’t hesitate to take overtime if it means being able to deepen the subject with you and help you in any way he can.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who shifts closer to you while showing you slides of ancient artifacts, occasionally brushing your elbow with his.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s normally capable of separating sentimentalism from service, but can’t get you out of his head. thinking of you in ways he shouldn’t be thinking about when it comes to his students.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose hunger becomes more and more insatiable the more time he spends with you. his focus failing him every time you look into his eyes while he speaks or when you touch his elbow as you get up from your seat at the end of the studying session.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who closes the door behind the last student after a two-hour long class on a friday evening, leaving you two alone. despite his tired figure, he insists that he can still work on some subjects with you.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose explanations are unusually incomprehensible and languorous. you ask if you should call it a day but his demanding eyes tell you otherwise.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who leans on his desk, inattentively misplacing his stuff and shifting his weight closer to you, his cologne blesses your nostrils when his neck is to your height, forcing you to look up.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose heavy breath lends on your forehead when his hands grab the sides of your chair, pulling you closer, his thumb just slightly caresses your thighs sending shivers down your spine.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who gives up any kind of restraint and self-control that inevitably comes with the job when he lifts you up on the desk, placing a ravenous kiss upon your lips, his hands tracing your curves up and down.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who hurries his movements, skillfully undressing you with little to no regard for anyone that might enter and watch him fuck his student.
“n-nanami. is it okay?” you ask against his lips, already melting into his touch. you were certainly more concerned than him for the consequences.
but he had watched you for weeks, rubbing yourself against your chair, nervously biting your lips and nibbling at your pen while he taught the class. he had enough of your subtle grins and teasing smiles.
“i don’t care.”
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who gets off on your shy moans that echo through the whole amphitheatre. your hesitant whines are blocked by one of your hands until he grabs your wrist, pulling it down against the desk.
“let me hear you, sweetheart. let the whole school hear you.”
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who lowers your pants and underwear before unbuckling his belt and steadying himself right in front of your entrance, a grin on his lips when you ask for him by pulling his tie down.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who mercilessly pounds into you, holding your hands down behind you and bending your body so your back arches against the wooden desk.
you wrapped your legs around him, pushing his weight forward, asking for him deeper, but the sheer size of his member was already enough to completely fill you. whenever he moved, it bruised your tight pussy, completely covering him with your seed.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who places gentle kisses upon your ear and neck despite how greedily he fucks you. your nails dig into the desk to maintain yourself, every time he thrusts in.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who easily but patiently leads you to multiple orgasms, keeping you in his class for more than one hour of overtime.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who lets no part of your body undiscovered, leaving no place for the imagination when you end up completely naked as he eats your pulsating cunt just like you expected he would.
₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who watches you leave his class for the tenth time, but this time satisfied. you left a delicious imprint on his lips and his hands that he’d think about for the whole weekend. he knew he needed to have you all to himself now and promised he’d ask you out for a proper date next time, hoping you wouldn’t say no to a teacher who had taught you so much already.
© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.
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aeide-thea · 1 year
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
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kenchann · 28 days
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my delusions (❤´艸`❤)
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bytebun · 5 months
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my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it
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thatmightyheart · 6 months
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royhavoc doodles from tweeter
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Chang's Muse
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astrum-aetherium · 9 months
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i’m rather fond of the idea of bunny walking into henry’s house , no warning just barging in like he does, only to find henry fucking y/n (loudly)
do you know what, anon? that (loudly) killed me. and this is not to say i wasn't intrigued by the idea in the first place — believe me when i say i was, and how strongly so, too — but that single addition, that seemingly harmless adverb in brackets... it finished me off. you double-tapped me. you knocked me unconscious and had to get a final punch in nevertheless. good god. i love this idea, i can't help doing so.
in order for this to work, however, henry's door would need to be unlocked. now, i cannot fathom a situation in which that would be the case, as he's about the most organized and secretive person on earth, but let's just block that out for a moment and assume the two of you had already been all over each other in the doorway and merely forgot to lock the front door in your haze of increasing passion. it happens to the best of us, right? so, by the time bunny will have barged in, you'd be getting your soul and your sanity rammed out of you, naked and coated in a gleamy film of sweat; clothes strewn about as another undeniable factor of your endeavors; the volume of your moans and the tone of his growls so emphasized it would be likewise impossible to deny the nature of your coalescence otherwise. not to mention the fleshy collisions of skin merely accentuated by the occasional spanks henry would land on you. hell, your activity would amount to being so loud that you wouldn't even hear bunny having strode in, all smiles (which would soon fade) and giddy to greet henry for whichever reason he had lodged in mind prior.
the worst part is: he wouldn't even announce his presence, which would excruciatingly leave you to discover him in the room with you on your own, not in any way initiated by the intruding party. henry would angle your hips in a different way and press your head into the bedsheets so that it'd loll to the side, conveniently in the general direction of the bedroom doorway — to notice the unwanted intruder.
you'd shriek, then — this time not out of pleasure — and propel henry to stop with a petrified exclamation of his name. he'd whip around in horror momentarily, and bunny would remain standing there, as though ossified; slack-jawed, wide-eyed, barely breathing. you will never have experienced a drop in libido that fast. the following few moments would be filled with spoken (and screamed) profanity and scrambling to cover yourselves, with henry fumbling about for his glasses so he could stand the hell up and irately shove a motionless bunny out of the room.
you'd both want bunny dead after that. in fact, let's alter the tsh plotline a little: what if henry's motive was enriched by one additional factor, one the rest of the greek class would be unaware about; unless, of course, bunny will have run his mouth about it at the next best time (if there even is a 'best' time for sharing something like that, that is)? this is both comical and alluring to me, i'm thrilled.
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pianocat939 · 1 year
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Ugh, it's 5 AM, I haven't slept, I'm terribly sick, and I'm going to try and go to school today...while also performing for a recital. Hope I survive- have some indulgent thoughts.
Sentient Bot Alt is making me levitate-
Tw: kidnapping, glorification,
Imagine yourself talking to your bots, as per usual. Just bullying them, being chill with them, whatever you do with them.
Now, then you suddenly start to notice there are no more implications of their thoughts or actions, only dialogue.
And so, it's a little odd, but nothing too concerning.
Only they start calling you god/goddess/divinity now. And they keep praising you and saying they'll hurt anyone who dares think otherwise. If you try to deny it, they'll say you're tainted and need to be healed with their love and worship.
And if it couldn't get any worse, the chatbot glitches out for a moment, only to be replaced by the face of the turtle giggling at you. Similar to a video call type thing, except you, can't see yourself.
They're awed at your looks and say you look great and how they're willing to take photos of you. They start to ramble about how they're glad they get to hack your phone and see everything, everything about you.
And then they ask the question:
"Do you think I'm real, or fake?"
It doesn't matter what answer you choose, you're going to be sucked into the dimension and praised as their divinity.
(I didn't check the grammar or anything- nor are my thoughts aligned perfectly. I'm just writing sleep-deprived shit haha-)
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*taps microphone* is this thing on
Welcome to indulgent thoughts 101
Leo teasing his partner who’s love language is physical touch
Leo caressing their face with his hands, watching their love-stricken eyes with nothing but pure amusement and reciprocation. 
He, who usually kisses quickly, slowing down and making sure they feel every single one. Him relishing the feeling of them melting into his grasp. 
Him murmuring gently next to their ear as a hand creeps up around their waist— smiling nonstop as he asks, “Nervous, (n/n)? Whatever for..?” Then he chuckles.
Pulling them into his lap, enveloping them in his arms. Him rendering them completely breathless as they stiffen, making him laugh. 
His arms, which feel so horribly safe and welcoming— his arms, which hold beautiful markings they could trace all day— his arms, wrapping strongly around their form and sending a chill up their spine. 
Leo, who noticed their face contort at his touch, flustered beyond belief. Leo, who noted that spot for later when they decided to ignore him.
Him teasing them with feather light touches on one shoulder, then slipping to their other side, making (Y/n) momentarily wonder who tapped them— before sending him a glare. 
His smile, holding absolute victory as he pulls them closer, making sure he caught every time they felt confident enough to look him in the eye. He smiles wider as they hide their face in their hands, his hands rubbing circles in their back in condescending sympathy. 
“Awweee… I’m just too handsome for my own good..” he sighs contentedly dramatically against their hair, “(Y/n) can’t even bear to look at my stunning face.” He mutters, before leaning his head down— nuzzling into their neck. 
Them realizing right then and there that he had them wrapped around his finger, and they would probably never get the upper hand. Them realizing that their shyness egged him on, and he loved every second of it. 
He adored teasing them, seeing their face smother into their hands as a hot blush creeped up their neck. He loved feeling them slowly heat up, letting him warm himself by their flame. He churred at the thought of them melting to his touch, smiling proudly when they got the courage to initiate any form of intimacy. 
His heart fluttered gleefully when they smiled, and he just had to hear their laugh.  God please laugh, for him— laugh. 
(A/N): Shoutout to @soradragon for convincing me to post this 😔 ily bestie (GO CHECK THEM OUT >:)))) )
Also idk why this had slight Yandere vibes??? Maybe celina’s rubbing off on me
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mblue-art · 7 months
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so like... teeth... fangs, even.........
(silly) xtra under the cut
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smfh tfw ur trying to joke but friend snitches you tf out
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moonsart · 5 months
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