Hello everyone! My original account @hnnnnnnnmscorner has been restored to me, so I’ll be moving back there. This blog will remain up however and I’ll be on it from time to time!
I want to do shibusawas pointy black nails! Also I hope you get some really nice inspiration, but remember to take it slow!
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-> They’re so pretty. Remember that one scene where he was burning gems? Good lord. And thank you dearest anon, I’ll take it slow! <3
Now Shibusawa is very peculiar about his appearance, especially concerning his nails. So when you had pointed out the state of them, the black paint faded and chipped as if he had been working (though lord knows that unlikely, he seldom does much of anything) he had been dissatisfied, to say the least.
Ever the greedy man, he was quick to make the most of the situation however. His voice - while bored - was soft as he presented the idea of you painting his nails for him, one that you had eagerly agreed to, much to his delight. He’s lazy, always has been, and so if he could get out of doing something and indulge in your company at the same time why wouldn’t he?
Which had led to the current situation: you sat before him, a tube of black nail polish beside you. Though between you me, had you of suggested another colour - or colours - Shibusawa wouldn’t have been able to refuse, even if it meant enduring the teasing of Dazai and Fyodor (not that he much cared for their opinion on his appearance in the first place, that is).
Tatsuhiko is - for the most part - quiet while you paint his nails, save for the occasional pleased hum and teasing comment. Something about how cute you are when you’re concentrating. There’s a certain smugness in his expression, paired with something undeniably soft. How gently you hold his hand in yours and how carefully you do each stroke does wonders to his heart.
When you’re done (much too soon in his opinion) he gives you his thanks, along with a soft kiss and the offer to stay for a while longer. When his nails are dry he could return the favour and do yours, what do you say?
you know what i CAN do? vague analysis on inconsequential facts. for instace, the fact fukuchi is fucking huge!!!
he’s drawn this big consistently, so it’s obviously just how tall he’s meant to be and not, like, a stylistic thing—so that begs the question: how tall is this guy? none of the hunting dogs (bar michizou) have proper info sheets yet, so it’s hard to say, BUT i think i could make a (completely batshit) estimate.
exhibit a:
we have michizou’s height; a solid 176 cm, or about 5′9″. they’re standing side by side and straight up in this panel so it’s about as good as you can hope for for comparing heights. jouno’s about half a head taller than him, which puts him at… i’d say 190 cm, roughly. 6′3″. now, that’s definitely pretty tall, but here’s the thing
jouno is consistently shown to come up to just below fukuchi’s shoulders. gang, that’s the kind of thing that happens if you are over a foot taller than someone. so if we were to line them up, it might look something like this:
fukuchi, jouno, and michizou, in order. fellas, that puts fukuchi at around 226 cm or 7′5″.
i so supremely doubt he is actually meant to be that tall, until we get the character info pages we can’t know for sure. but one thing IS sure: he’s fucking big
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Featuring Bram- I've made the executive decision to give Bram a 2 part in this goretober, one piece and the next. Seeing as there's barely any art of him and some other more popular characters will be taking up a lot of spots later on he gets some lovin' from me♡
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⁎ content: 18+, minors DNI! includes omegaverse, fingering, fluff
⁎ notes: first fic of kinktober!! for those who dont know yet: i used to be pussydrunkfyodor, but my account was terminated. i am starting over here, and this is the start of my new, revamped kinktober! omega fyodor has become my guilty pleasure, have fun <3 (art by the loml, @nameless-noodles)
♫ now playing: angel baby by troye sivan ♫
You had only gotten up to fetch some water, snacks, and painkillers, which took about five minutes. But those five minutes took about an hour of convincing the poor omega glued to your body that it was necessary, and you would be right back. He whined, repeating over and over how he didn’t understand why you had to leave, despite you rewording it as many ways as you could think of.
I swear I will come right back next to you, baby, I just need to run to the kitchen.
You need food and water to live, Fedya.
I also need food and water to live, darling.
His heat had been quite intense this cycle, meaning that you being out of his eyesight made him feel like the world itself was ending. The only reason he finally released you from his iron grip was because his cramps had reached their worst, and that pain was currently outweighing the emotional distress of you being gone. If only by the tiniest bit.
You asked if he wanted to FaceTime you while you were gone but he just shook his head and whimpered in pain, curling into a fetal position. Squeezing his hands tight and pressed your foreheads together, you swore up and down that you just wanted to take care of him, and you were never going to abandon him. He nodded and sniffed, so you tucked him in tight to his nest, covering him in all his blankets and surrounding him with pillows, before heading off. Running to the kitchen, you grabbed a tote bag and quickly tossed in as many water bottles, random snacks and sandwiches, and medications you could find. But still, when you returned to the bedroom slightly out of breath, you could hear quiet sniffles from the man buried underneath the mountain of blankets. You sighed deeply before shutting the door behind you and making your way over to the nest.
Sitting on the edge of the bed still holding the tote bag, you gently peeled back the covers hiding Fyodor’s face to look at him. Sure enough, his cheeks burned a fiery red as tears flowed from his eyes. You honestly figured this would happen.
“Fedya, baby? I’m right here. Can you sit up for me a little?” you cooed, using your fingers to brush his bangs out of his eyes. He just whined and buried himself even deeper into his nest, making you groan.
“Brat,” you muttered to yourself.
It took some gentle manhandling, but you were eventually able to bring Fyodor up to the surface enough to shove some painkillers and a bottle of water in his hand, watching with your eyebrows raised as he downed the pills.
“Drink at least half of that water,” you instructed, still mindful to keep your voice soft.
He tried to whine, but after telling him you wouldn’t cuddle with him until he drank water and ate a handful of grapes, he choked both down as fast as he could. You laughed as he handed back the half-empty water bottle with a sour look on his face, but held up your end of the deal.
Pulling off your sweatpants before returning to the nest – it got hot as hell underneath there – you climbed back into the little sanctuary with your mate you adored so much. After situating yourself back inside, you turned on your side to look into his sad eyes, offering a small smile.
“Hi,” you whispered.
He met your gaze and you could tell he was starting to cheer up thanks to your return, and you sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t upset for long.
Fyodor didn’t respond, just scooted closer to you, and nuzzled deep into your chest as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. You could feel the tension in his slim body melt away as he sighed, tangling his long legs with yours. For extra comfort, you began running your fingers through his soft, dark hair and pressing light kisses to his forehead. You smiled to yourself as he started to purr quietly. You laid there for a while, grazing your fingertips up and down his back and scratching lightly. He had subconsciously began sucking on your neck near one of your scent glands, and you had to hold back laughs as his teeth tickled your throat. He suddenly pulled his head back so he could look at you.
“What is it, darling?” you asked, brushing his hair out of his face.
You could tell he was about to say something, mouth ajar, but stopped himself with a hmph and averted his eyes.
“Fedya?”
His brought out his arms from where he had had them curled underneath himself so he could snake them under your t-shirt. Skin to skin contact was very important to him in his heats.
“Can you-“ he grumbled, cutting himself off once again. You used your index finger to lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you.
“You know you can ask me anything, love. I will do anything for you.”
“Will y- will you croon for me?” he whispered before burying his face under the covers.
You laughed at the absurdity of the question – the fact that it even needed to be a question.
“Of course I will, you know that. All you have to do is say the words,” you assured him.
Hugging him tight, you allowed for the deep purr-like sound to rise from your chest. You could tell by the slowing of his breathing and the sweetening of his scent that it was calming him down. He found so much comfort in the vibrations but was always embarrassed to ask for it. You felt him start to purr louder in return – one of your favorite noises.
After a bit, his scent began to sweeten a little too much, and your mind began to wander. His pained moans confirmed your suspicions.
“Is everything okay?” you whispered. He groaned even louder.
“I’m…. leaking. A lot,” he replied, voice so small it was barely audible. He untangled his legs from yours so he could squeeze his thighs together.
“May I help?” You always tried to phrase things very gently to Fyodor in this state. If he got too embarrassed, he would stop speaking up at all, and taking care of the omega became next to impossible.
“Would you?”
“You know I always will.”
You gripped his thigh so you could hook it over your hips, allowing you better access, before your hands wandered lower. Being very slow and delicate about it, you made sure to ask is this okay? with every new movement.
Your hand eventually came to his lower back and began massaging the soft fat, making him moan. Gently inserting your fingers into the cleft of his ass, your fingers found his very wet hole. He was not exaggerating when he said it was a lot. The slick dripped out of him steadily, streaming down his thighs and gathering in the cleavage. You teased his hole to see how ready he was, and the way it gaped in response was all you needed to know.
Making sure it was well slicked, you slipped your middle finger into his hole, and the moan he let out was ungodly. You went slow to be able to assess how receptive his body would be; feeling no resistance, you pushed in the digit all the way to your knuckle. Fyodor was already whining and clawing at the skin of your back, and you had barely just begun. You allowed for him to adjust to the foreign presence before slowly starting to pump the finger in and out of him. He threw his head back at the friction he had so desperately been waiting for, and you smiled before pressing kisses to his jaw.
Not long after, you added your ring finger in right beside it, and his hole received it willingly. He whimpered and whined as you thrusted both fingers into him with increasing speed, attempting to angle them right enough to hit his prostate. It didn’t take long – you knew Fedya’s body well at that point. The second you made contact with his prostate his back arched into you and he whined even louder.
“More, please,” he begged.
“Do you think you can take one more?” you asked, continuing to fuck him with your fingers. He nodded ferociously, and you could feel him clench tightly around the digits.
Pushing in your index finger required no effort – you wondered how long he had been this needy before he ever said anything. You got a little rougher with the third finger added, transitioning between scissoring them to stretch him out even more, to pumping them in and out quickly.
He mewed as he attached his mouth to your throat once more, saliva dripping out of his mouth and beginning to soak your t-shirt. You just chuckled to yourself.
Your hand was absolutely drenched with the sweet-smelling slick at that point, and you could feel it beginning to pool underneath him. You briefly thought about how best to break the news that you would need to change the sheets of his nest soon.
You could tell he was reaching his climax as his erection was leaking through his underwear as well, and he tightened the grip of his leg wrapped around you, toes curling in anticipation. You increased your rhythm once again, and he moaned and tried to chase the feeling, desperate to ride your fingers.
“Do you want to come, Fedya?” you whispered in his ear. All he could do was moan in response. You caught his lips with yours, kissing him deeply as you fucked into him.
“I’m gon- I’m gonna-“ he could barely get the words out.
“C’mon, baby, come for me.”
He began rubbing himself against your belly, chasing the friction against his cock he so desperately needed. He kissed you back sloppily, all teeth and tongue as his focus wavered.
Not long after, he arched his back and cried out your name before he released into his boxers, and drenched your hand even more with the sweet substance as slick flowed out of him. You fucked him through the whole thing, only stopping when his body stilled. You slowly pulled out your fingers with a dirty pop, and he whined at the sudden loss of fullness. You couldn’t help but to bring your hand up to your mouth and suck the slick off your fingers. It was your favorite taste.
“Is that better, Fedya?” you cooed. “…Fedya?”
You pulled back a little to search his face, and sure enough, he had passed out, slumped against your chest. You just laughed and hugged him closer – he had been so agitated lately; he needed the sleep. Hoping to lull him into a very restful and long sleep you started to croon, and he snuggled impossibly closer to you. You smiled and peppered his slack face with kisses as you situated the messed-up covers and plushies around Fyodor, burying him deep in his nest just the way he liked it. You honestly could not love your omega any more than you already did.
This is Kalila, previously @/hnnnnnnnm and @/hnnnnnnnmscorner! Due to reasons unknown to me my main blog was terminated, and with it my writing blog also. I do not know if I’ll be able to get either blog back, so for the future I’ll be here :]
In regards to my writing, all my actual fics - including the prompts - can be found on my ao3 here! I will also start reuploading all my other work there, as I have it all saved in google docs.
I know that some of my writing is also still floating around here via reblogs, and so they will be put on my current blog. In one weeks time if I haven't gotten my old blog back I shall also start reuploading all hcs here once more. If I do get it back it will be archived, with this one being made my main (however this is dependent on other factors that won’t be named).
I will still be writing on this blog, though for the time being I will not be taking requests. I still have some drafts and old requests saved that I would like to do first. However I will upload a request/navigation post sometime within the next week, going more in depth on this! Thirsts will however be open, as will the general inbox!
I would also like to mention a friend of mine Flora (previously @/pussydrunkfyodor) whose blog was also terminated and has now been moved to @fyodorsmistress ! Go follow her again :]
Having a friend inspire a new WIP is like: you are my muse, my inspiration, you make me imagine entire worlds with ease, if you do this again I WILL bite-
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