ROMANTIC FEEDING shipping meme

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ROMANTIC FEEDING shipping meme

The stomach being the way to the heart is not exclusive to men. So now, it's time to share some food with that crush, lover, significant other of yours. Mmm! And more than that, you're going to feed them! Whether it's all in fun, flirting, because they're injured and need assistance, or some other reason, you're determined to see them get a square meal. In contrast, you could be the one getting fed. Open up and, no matter what, be glad someone cares! HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character, preferences, and whether they're being fed or doing the feeding. Tag others. RNG that shiz. Cuteness ensues. PROMPTS Fun: Whether it's teasing, flirting, or just plain fun, you want to feed them. Try!: This is the best thing you've ever had! They have to take a bite. Made it For You: You're not just feeding them, you made the food for them. Stealing Your Food: Technically, you're not feeding them, they're just scarfing from your plate. They're lucky you love them so much. Indirect Kiss: This is a big deal if you're not actually dating yet. Their lips touched where yours did...ohmigosh you're going to diiiie. Make Them Eat: They don't eat enough. That's going to change when you get ahold of them. Can't Do it Themselves: One of you is so battered and bruised that the other has to help out come mealtime. Your Favorite: Even if it's not to your taste, you've got what they like the most. Kind: You're just a sweetie who enjoys sharing sweeties. Fancy: You're in a fancy restaurant and splitting an expensive plate. Packed Lunch: It's lunchtime, so you'll share what you have. Just So Cute: They look so adorable when they're eating something they love. Intimate: "Intimacy" doesn't have any sexual terms here, mostly. Instead, eating together is another way to bond. Sexy: How about eating off of each other, or something equally naughty? A human plate is all the same. Innuendo: Some foods you can't avoid eating in a manner that looks a little...suggestive. Lick: You're not eating. You're cleaning up their face with your lips and tongue. WILDCARD

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Sinthia Schmidt | MCU (au) | ota

[abyssum_invocat]

Sasaki Haise | Tokyo Ghoul:re | M/M

[rc_2753]

((if you're not familiar with TG please message me first, because this meme and Haise, uh, yeah, um.))

Mikami Teru | Death Note

[eraser_rain]

Asami Sato | Legend of Korra | OTA

[revvingforglove]

Asbel Lhant || tales of graces f || ota

[protectives]

[+10 points if ice pops, +100000000 if mild curry. Either/or, or they can take turns. Just don't expect it to be homecooked.]

[halfghoul]

[You okay with some possible nightmare/memory hallucination mindfuckery dealing with Haise's particular... diet?]

[rc_2753]

((OH MY GOD YES I mean. Yes. Very yes.))

Alright then, I got this.

[halfghoul]

[It stands before the other, fingers loose at it's sides, standing in a room that Haise might not recognise. It's dark--but not dark in a way that blotted out all vision. Rather, the low light was only enough to make someone squint, to make out the shapes that were in the room with him. No, it was anything but dark, a ravaged heliotrope glowing on the edges of shadow, lighting up that familiar face that stood next to a table, draped with black cloth. Something... sitting atop it, dripping, wet.

The figure turns to face the other, eyes fixated on the man's face, but quiet for a moment before the hint of a laugh--a dry sound that was more like a cough than much of anything else. It speaks, finally, festering silence finally broken by a voice, all too familiar, but still too different to sit right in the ears of the pepper-haired male. It was his own voice, but ... different, somehow.

Drawl pours from his lips in a languid manner, tongue lolling over his words lethargically. Arms folded over a skinny chest--a wicked smile brewing upon his bony features and with eyes flickering shut to dictate peace within his visage.]

...You've not eaten in over a week, now. Maybe it's been longer. ...Aren't you getting hungry, Haise-kun?

[Lips pull back to reveal his maggot-filled simper, eyes then open and narrow to instill hazardous threats into he who stood before him.]

...Aa. But your diet... you still haven't accepted this, have you.

*___*

[rc_2753]

As much as I can.

[Isn't that right? He eats because he has to, because he has no choice, but if he did have a choice...

He does have a choice, he can choose to starve and die, and even so, he goes as long as he can, living on coffee and (sweet, rich) donated blood, but he does eat, he chooses to, so that means... he has, hasn't he?]

What do you know, anyway?

[Who are you? he doesn't ask, because he knows the answer, he fears the answer, he doesn't know to ask.

'Something' wet and dripping, and tempting him nearer.]

I love nightmare scenes sorry if this gets graphic djfkdfd

[halfghoul]

[Lips remain in their simpering fixation, sardonic undertones evident like figures beneath the ocean surface; through the needlessly cruel exposé bestowed upon his ears from vocal cords that pull and dip to volume.


'As much as he can'? That was fool's language for desperation. An acceptance of what he was only so far as his survival went. ...Ah, how much you've forgotten, how much you've changed, if only you knew the sorts of things those teeth have torn into.]

I know more than you might think. I'm you. You're me. You've forgotten, but that's fine. It was probably better to forget.

[The white-haired male takes a step forward as well, fingers pulling up something from the table, holding it between his fingers. It drips, wetly against his fingers, trails of bright sanguine against deep, black fingernails. He stands before the other, a haunted corpse that summons nothing but discomfort in the others' presence. An insect with a graced tongue forms words behind those pallid lips, a blackened maw behind cadaverous flesh. He is not solid. He is limitless. A being who isn't real. Or perhaps too real to exist in any plane on earth.]

But if there's one thing both of us know. It's that to eat is to live. And to live is to eat. Pushing it away... it's not something you can do. ...Aa. You look starved to death. Come. If you can't feed yourself, then I'll do it.

no apologies asdj; this is gorgeous I wanna roll in it srsly who gets into tg w/out liking this shit

[rc_2753]

[Sudden awareness floods through Haise, sight and scent, and the visceral, physical memory, the feeling of raw, wet meat sliding between his teeth and down his throat, and the way every bite makes his vision seem to sparkle around the edges just for a while, the way it makes his pulse race, and for a little while, just after he eats, he feels like he can do anything--

His stomach growls, and his insides roil, and he steps closer again.

Half-starved... In that moment, he feels it.]

HAHAHA you've got a huge point I live for shit like this

[halfghoul]

[Haise moves closer. And the white-haired apparition, the haunted memory moves closer, as well. His other arm turns from behind his back to stretching outward, hands wrung as titanium white peers from behind his terrible lips once more. Upon his tongue brews a laugh, air summoned up from his lungs to permit a dark titter, suppressed and knavish, lips parting and right corner curling in, a heartless smile on angular visage. Fingers reaching forward, dubious intent in every inch of his nearly glowing form.

They knot into mismatched hair, tangling into white and black stained hair, pulling the other forward, almost close enough that their identical height would cause their noses to bump together. However, he keeps enough distance to avoid such a thing. His other hand, gripping a strip of something between long, nearly bonelike digits raises up, drawing the edge of it over Haise's cheek, staining the others' face red. Violent red.]

...Well then.

What are you waiting for.

Open.

HORRIBLE AND BEAUTIFUL <3<3<3

[rc_2753]

[That wet touch makes him shiver, draws a little noise from him, low in his throat, a desperate kind of hunger that he doesn't even realise is in him. His kakugan burns black and red in his face as his lips part, exposing teeth that gleam whitely, and he leans in, ever so slightly, tongue stretching out to taste, to catch that red wetness and satisfy--

Satisfy. Satisfy that hollow gnawing inside of himself--

Hungry.]

[halfghoul]

[A wrung hand reaches up through now messed up hair, dragging clean fingernails through once neatly kept locks, tugging hard enough to make the others' scalp burn. He passes a second cackle that is harsh and scratches through his sandpaper throat, dishevelling carefully brushed hair in demonstrated delirium, breaking his great posture to lean back, footing shifting to readjust his hold on the other as Haise's lips part, a hungry look settled in the man's tired, but clearly wanting eyes.

Pale fingers push against the other's lips, now, that strip of flesh--how sweet it would taste on the others' tongue as it was placed there, how quick the man would be to forget exactly how 'disgusting' something like this would be.

After all... human flesh was tastier than any strip of steak, wasn't it?

Letting go of that strip of flesh, Kaneki's fingers stroke ever so lightly against Haise's cheek, pushing the bottom of his chin up, almost as if forcing him to bite down.

Eat, Sasaki Haise. And live. ]

[rc_2753]

[Haise's jaw shuts, and his eyes meet the other's, still burning, still hungry, and he bites, and the feeling of his teeth sinking through wet, warm flesh is enough to--

--and the taste of it is--

Everything is brighter and sharper, and the taste on his tongue is rich and sweet like nothing else he can imagine, soft as he chews, with just the right give - al dente, is what it says in Western cookbooks, meaning to the tooth, and he feels at a loss for a moment, as if someone--

But no, there is only him, and him, and the hand in his hair that he wants to lean into, if only it will give him another bite.

His tongue flicks out over his lips, chasing the taste of blood, and he breathes:]

More.

[halfghoul]

['More'. How a single word can make Kaneki's lips curl to a comfortable, almost fond smile down at the other--no, down at himself as such a simple word, a single syllable is passed to his ears. 'More'. One word had him laughing again, the sound far from amused, far from anything mirthful.

His fingers jut against the Haise’s face and his grin turns a sneer, whites of teeth clear like a canine’s snarl as he gripped around the back of the man's neck, thumbs pressing in dangerously against muscle and veins, decayed flesh upon that which pulsates with life. Pulling the other forward to lead him to that table, to where 'More' sat.]

Aa. If I feed you more, you won't bite through my fingers to devour it... [A single drop of blood falls from his hands, a flick of his tongue over his own thumb to catch whatever was left. The taste sweeter than any other. He's pulling the plate closer, now, another strip of questionable sort in his hand.]

Will you?

[rc_2753]

[Haise goes, eyes sliding half-shut in anticipatory pleasure, the hunger not even a little sated, merely whetted by the taste that lingers on his tongue. He goes, heedless of the implicit danger of those fingers on his neck.

The flick of the other's tongue over his own skin catches his eyes, that brief smear of red making his hunger flare again.]

No...

[But it's not a very sincere statement; if those pale fingers come too close to his teeth, can he be blamed if he can't resist?]

[halfghoul]

[Another small laugh, another sardonic smile settles along pallid lips, an expression that doesn't quite reach eyes that hold a slow venom. For a moment, he almost believed the other.

But this man, Sasaki Haise, was him. And if there was anything in this world he understood, it was himself. Keeping from biting through anothers' hand? Easier said than done when hunger really set in.

He takes that second strip of meat, holding it out, just... barely out of reach of the others' now rust-stained teeth.]

...No. Of course you won't.

[rc_2753]

Of course not.

[But his eyes are on the meat, on those fingers, on the red wet red--

And it has been too long since he's eaten, because he can't hold himself back, can't restrain himself from leaning forward again, and taking that bite, teeth grazing those fingers, leaving smears of red that his tongue flicks out to chase and swallow.

The meat is heat in his belly, and Haise feels so alive with it.

He meets the eyes of his mirror image, and he can't even make himself blink.]

More.

[halfghoul]

[The flick of the others' tongue across his skin, teeth that had damn near bitten down into shallow skin and bone of his fingers was enough to make the hair along the back of his neck stand on end.

Wild; that would be a good word to describe Haise right now.

An all too familiar expression on the others' face. Wasn't it one he wore before? One that she had worn before her teeth had first bitten down into muscle and bone of his neck? As if he'd forget that expression.

After all; he was mirroring it, right now.]

Aa. A little patience. [The order was light, hardly serious as he was pulling up a bigger chunk from the plate, now, staining corpselike fingers with it's congealing fluids, he could feel it staining just under his fingernails, drying along cracks and grooves in his skin.

Turning back towards the other, he's already pushing the still-warm flesh into Haise's mouth, settling one bloodstained hand against the others' shoulder, keeping him from getting up. From taking more than he was being offered.]

[rc_2753]

[Blood, warm and wet, soaking through to his skin, through his skin, sinking into his bones, even as he swallows another bite, licks those fingers again, and then his own lips--

It's a good thing Kaneki has a firm grip on Haise, or he would be surging forward, teeth bared, hunger driving him---- He licks his lips again, heart racing, but outwardly, almost calm.]

I'm always patient.

[It's almost a complaint, because he is; always deferring his own needs for others, covering for those kids when they screw up, putting off eating one more day, so he doesn't have to see that look on the faces of his comrades and coworkers; one more day one more day, he can last one more day--]

[halfghoul]

[A fourth piece now, something a little more recogniseable than a strip of meat, no, a finger goes between Haise's lips now, god only knows who it belonged to, but Kaneki was doubtless that the other would devour it just like he had everything else. What choice did he have? None, the bodies of the dead, cadavers were just as good as sustenance for the living, after all.

He can feel the other tensing up, an attempt to rise, and Kaneki's hand steadies him a little harder, keeping him down.]

Haaa. You weren't listening, at all, were you, Haise-kun.
I'm you.
You're me.

And I'm not a very patient person.

[rc_2753]

[A finger? Okay. That might be nice-- Yes. Blood-slicked skin, and a crunch of bone between his teeth - distal - and another - medial - and-- That's it, the proximal bone is missing, just a mess of skin and flesh and connective tissues coming apart and sliding down his throat.

He shivers with pleasure at the taste, and licks the blood from his lips again.]

No. I'm not. But I have to be, don't I?

[halfghoul]

[The cracking of bone, how willing Haise was in devouring it down, it was almost a comfortable thing. He may have lost his mind, but at the very least... he hadn't lost the will to live.]

Aa. You're right. You have to be. ...Otherwise, Mado-chan and the others at the CCG... they wouldn't play so nice with you, would they?

[He doesn't offer anything else, merely standing before the other, with a manic look pulled across that deathly pale face, ivory peering out from behind those pulled back lips.]

Not that they'll ever understand the hunger of a Ghoul.

[rc_2753]

No...

[His voice is ragged, and he's still hungry, like a dog chained to a post, and left to starve so long it ate its own leg.

But he's not, is he? Not really a ghoul... More than the Qs, but at the same time... at the same time...]

No. I want--