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[kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay]

To the salon!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,481

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff!

Summary: It's really not that bad, it just needs a little... Shaping. To the salon! Reader and Steve acquire an old stuffed animal of Steve's that is in need of some TLC. So she sends the beloved stuffed bear to a stuffed animal hospital for a makeover.

A/N: this is for the 5k writing challenge hosted by @dadplease !! I really hope you like this, and congratulations on 5k followers! You deserve this and I look forward to you gaining another 5,000!

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Steve Rogers is a man of many things. He's courageous, selfless, a good friend and boyfriend to you. He sticks up for the little guy and will never hesitate to defend people against the bullies of the world.

He's also a celebrity of sorts; after helping fight the Nazis and Hydra in World War Two, he's a historical hero. You and him sometimes like to visit the history museum in New York. He's usually telling war stories or accompanying schools on field trips. Today, the two of you are picking up some of his belongings that the museum felt wasn't necessary for them to keep.

One of said things was a teddy bear his mother, Sarah, got him when he was born. It was golden brown in color and had movable limbs. The fur is mohair and there's a light blue ribbon tied around its neck. Steve said he simply called it Bear, and it was his companion until he decided he was too big for it after a couple of kids bullied him for still playing with it. Luckily Sarah still kept it, and after she died Steve reunited with his dear friend. And now, they were reunited once more.

"I haven't seen this thing in forever," Steve said with a big smile as he looked it over. He pointed to the tag on its bottom. "Look- it still has my name sewed on the tag." You grinned and gently petted the stuffed animal's fur.

"Yeah it does. This is so cute, I'm glad they had it for you." Steve nodded as he looked it over some more before sighing.

"He's really showing his age, huh?" You had noticed that it wasn't in the best condition- it wasn't falling apart by any means, but like Steve said you could tell it's age by looking at it. You nodded with a shrug.

"Yeah, but he is over a hundred years old. It's in pretty good condition considering- Like you." You said playfully as Steve chuckled.

"Thank you, honey. You're right, I'm glad ma always told me to look after my things." He placed the bear in the trunk of his car before he drove the two of you back home.

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Later that evening, Steve's friend Bucky came over for you guys' weekly movie night. It was important for you that you got along well with Steve's friends, and Bucky quickly became one of your best ones.

At the knock on the door you grinned and hurried to open it. "Hey, Buck!" You hugged the man who returned the gesture with a smile.

"Hey! How are you doing?" He stepped into the house and took a look around.

"Not too bad. Steve is in the bathroom, he'll be out in a sec. We got snacks and drinks ready, want me to bring it out?"

"Oh yeah sure, I'll help." He offered and followed you into the kitchen. On the way in you two passed the entertainment center where the bear sat. Bucky did a double take and stopped in his tracks.

"Hey, what's this? It's new." You hummed and looked over to where he was.

"Oh, that's Steve's old teddy bear. The museum had it and we picked it up this afternoon." Bucky nodded and picked said bear up to look it over.

"Oh yeah, I remember this. Steve loved it, he brought it everywhere with him. I remember when he was feeling well enough to play in the snow, he'd bring this with him to ride along." He spoke fondly of those old times and it made you smile.

"It's too bad there isn't some sort of antique stuffed toy repair shop. I know they have them for other things." Bucky spoke again and you shrugged.

"You never know, there might be." Finally, Steve came out and Bucky set the toy down to greet his friend. You brought the snacks and drinks out, but kept a little sticky note in the back of your mind.

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That night when Steve went to sleep you snuck out of your shared room and opened your laptop. After searching around online you came across a "stuffed animal hospital," which was a place that took in old stuffed animals and repaired them back to how they were before- or at least as close as possible. This particular one specialized in vintage toys just like Steve's.

You picked a time when Steve was especially busy with work to send the bear away for reparations. He would be going away on a mission for a few weeks so you figured it would be a nice surprise for him to come home to.

"I'm going to miss you, Stevie. Be safe, please." You whispered as you hugged him. He held you close to his body as his hand ran up and down your back.

"I'll miss you too. And I promise I will. I'll text you whenever I can." He promised with a sweet kiss to your lips. He left soon after, and when you were sure he was long you headed for the post office.

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A few weeks later you came home from grocery shopping, carrying all that you could to avoid taking two trips to the car. As you made your way to the front door you saw a package waiting for you. The address was from the stuffed animal hospital and you gasped excitedly. You quickly put all your groceries away before going back to grab the box and bring it inside.

You were going to open it then, but figured that it would be more special to watch Steve open it himself. With a wistful sigh you put the package in your closet. Luckily Steve was due home that night, so you wouldn't have to wait too long.

Keeping that in mind, you got busy with making a big dinner for you and Steve to enjoy, knowing how hungry he always was after coming home from a long mission.

Later that night, at around 9pm, the door opened and you heard the heavy footsteps of Steve. You ran out to him and flung your body into his arms. Steve chuckled fondly and held you close to him.

"Hey, babydoll, I missed you." He spoke softly into your hair, his hand smoothing up and down your back. You inhaled his scent and nuzzled into him.

"I missed you too. I have some of your favorite foods ready, why don't you get cleaned up and I'll get us some plates ready?" He kissed your cheek and nodded.

"You're the best, thank you. I'll be out in a sec." He smiled and went to the bathroom, and you plated all the food.

After the two of you finished eating, you stood up with a smile. "I have a surprise for you." Steve raised an eyebrow curiously.

"You do? You never have to get me anything, honey, you know that." You waved his comments away and walked over to where he was seated to kiss his head.

"I know, but I wanted to. I think you'll really like this, hold on." You held up one finger and ran off to the bedroom where the unopened package was. You picked it up and brought it back out to the living room and called out to Steve to join you in the room. Once he was seated in his recliner you put the package in his lap.

"Do I get any hints?" He asked playfully as you handed him a pair of scissors. He sliced the box open and you could barely contain your excitement.

"It has to do with your bear. Just open it!" He couldn't help but chuckle at you and finally opened the box up. Inside was the repaired bear, looking even better than when he had first gotten it. There was also a handwritten letter from the person who did the repair saying how honored they were to work on Captain America's childhood toy.

"Oh honey… You did this? I didn't even know this was a thing." You sat on the arm of his recliner and leaned into his side. His eyes sparkled as he picked up the bear.

"I didn't either. Bucky made me think of it though, turns out it's fairly popular. It's not just stuffed animals either, but dolls and other toys. I wanted to do something special for you." You went to kiss his cheek but Steve turned his head to press his lips right to yours. The two of you shared a sweet and tender kiss before he pulled away to speak.

"This means so much to me, thank you. I have the best girl in the entire world." With that he scooped you up into his lap as you laughed happily. The bear was moved to sit on the coffee table as you and Steve kissed once again.

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The Man 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” you utter with each step, the pinch of Floyd’s-- Lloyd’s hand digging into your neck.

“Shut up,” he growls as he as good as drags you.

You walk on your toes, scurrying to keep up. You cling to his wrist to keep your balance as the witnesses turn their heads away. What the heck? What is going on? No one’s going to help you?

“Get in,” he opens a car door and push you so you nearly ding your head on the side.

You catch yourself on the metal and carefully duck down, only for him to shove on your head and slam the door. You compress yourself in the seat as he stomps around the hood. Jeez, that sort of anger isn’t good for you.

He drops into the driver’s side and hits the steering wheel, his anger brimming through flared nostrils. You watch him nervously, waiting for him to explode. It’s like you can see the fuse burning, getting shorter and shorter as he tries to calm himself.

“I’m done talking,” he snarls and sits back heavily. He pulls at his belt buckle as he lifts himself above the seat. “You’re going to use that mouth for something good. I don’t wanna hear another word.”

He pushes his fly open as the buckle tinks and you cringe as he shoves down the elastic of his sleek leopard print briefs. Wow, very 70s of him. He rolls the fabric down his thighs as his dick springs free and you put your hand over your lips, hiding a smile as you snort.

He lowers himself and snarls over at you, “are you laughing?”

“N-no. Well, yes, but I just think... they kinda look funny, don’t they?” You poke your finger up to mimic his hard length. “Boing.”

“What is wrong with you?” He sneers. “How many have you even seen?”

“You know, I’ve been on the internet. I’m a child of the digital age so... probably too many.”

“Jesus, shut the fuck up,” he grabs the back of your head and jerks you towards him, “look, sweet lips, do yourself a favour and stop resisting.”

“Um, favour?” You reach out to grab the steering wheel, fighting to stay away from his lap, “I... I got dry mouth. I can’t--”

“Just open up,” he grunts, shoving on you. He’s strong.

Your arm bends and you collapse onto him, headbutting his dick as you do. You shake your head as you raise it and he suppresses a whimper. He fists your hair and pulls you up, jarring your head back violently.

“Fuck off,” he grits out, “open your damn mouth. And no teeth.”

“Look, I really am not in that kinda mood--”

“I’m about to break your teeth, cupcake. Are you gonna keep arguing?”

You blink at him and weigh a life time of smoothies and broth. His eyes narrow and you gulp. You squeeze your lips tight and try to dip your chin down. He slackens his grip just enough for you to make eye contact with his tip.

Whew, okay, right, you’ve seen some things on The Hub. It can’t be that hard. Figuratively. Literally, it does look pretty hard.

You shudder and suck in a breath. Well, here goes nothing. This isn’t really how you saw your first-time but nothing’s really gone to plan, has it?

You lick your lips and open your mouth as you bring your hand around to grip him. Thick, you think. Looks and feels like it. But the skin, so smooth. You didn’t expect that. You face down the great dragon, throbbing up at you, you will vanquish your foe.

You lower yourself down and hover your lips above his swollen head. You stick your tongue off and flick it around his tip. He twitches and lets out a hiss. You try not to laugh. So sensitive. You press your lips around him and continue to swirl your tongue. You’re not super sure of what you’re doing but it feels right, even though the circumstance is very wrong.

You stretch your lips around him until your jaw aches. He’s gotta be big. Thinking about it, maybe thinking too much, he’s a lot like the men you see in your incognito searches. You’re no prude, you just haven’t found the right person. He’s definitely not the one but well... let’s not think about that.

You ease onto him, feeling him quiver as his breaths puff out slow and long. You take him deeper and deeper, pausing as he grazes the back of your throat. You inhale through your nostrils and try to rear back. He keeps a hold on you, urging you down.

Your throat strains around him as he forces his dick deeper. You nearly gag, your foot kicking the interior. You’re bent over the console, half-twisted, your shoulder bearing too much pressure for comfort. Your eyes water as you find yourself suffocated with his intrusion.

He holds you there until your quaking. He lets up and you pull off of him, coughing and hacking. He chuckles and releases your hair, petting your head.

“Go on.”

You close your eyes and tremble as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, the other still circled around him. You pump then put your lips around his tip. You flick your tongue around and around, taking him in gradually. You reach your limit then back up, dragging your hand in tandem with your mouth.

A saltiness spreads over your tongue and you press it along his base. He growls and his hand spreads across your crown. He leans back into the seat, extending his legs as far as they’ll go in the cramped space. You hear the leather of the steering wheel creak as he grips it tight as you pick up the pace. Hopefully if you go fast, it will be over soon.

“Slow-- sweet lips, hold up,” he rasps, “slow--” He yanks you off of him and hisses, slamming an open hand on the horn as he spasm and curses, “fuck! I said slow--” He lets go of you and contorts as he cradles his sack and squeezes his dick tight, a gush bursting from the tip, stringing down his knuckles and onto his pants. Those look expensive. “What the fuck? You went too fast.”

“I... I didn’t mean to. I just... I did my best,” you stick out your tongue and wipe it on your sleeve, “I never did that before so... my bad.”

He gapes at you then his eyes drift through the windshield. He shoots a passerby the finger as his little honk drew the attention of curious eyes. He growls and opens his hand, examining the sliminess across it.

“You made this mess,” he snarls, “better clean it up.”

Your brow creases and you shake your head, “you got kleenex?”

“With your goddamn mouth,” he barks and sits back. “Hurry up.”

You keep from looking out the window as humiliation seeps in. The realisation that a very private moment is on display makes you nauseous. You bend over his lap again, once more taking him in your hand.

“Good girl,” he purrs as your lips touch his skin, “gotta say, those hands are a lot quicker than that head.”

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The Man 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You stare at your phone. It can’t be. After everything else going wrong, you can’t deal with Floyd. It suddenly makes sense why he was messing around with your phone. Ew, he’s kind of a creep.

You don’t answer and put the phone away. Well. You have no money, you’re about to have no home, and your milk is spoiled. Don’t panic. You can figure this out. You’re an adult, aren’t you?

First, go to the bank. You need milk. Once you have a coffee, you’ll worry about the whole eviction thing. You leave the convenience store and open Maps to look for the nearest bank kiosk. Not too far, one block. At least you’re getting your steps in.

You follow the directions on screen and turn to cross the road. You’re so distracted, you forget to look both ways and nearly get hit by a gleaming bumper. You wave a head but don’t look up. You need to get to the bank.

You come up to the pulsing blue dot and glance around. Huh. You don’t see a bank. You turn around and face the ATM built into the side of the building. Oh goddang! You walked to a bank machine, not a bank. Is it you? Are you the problem?

You drop your shoulders. Alright. You’ll just try again. You scroll to the next location and spin around, nearly colliding with a new wall. Oh, not a wall, a person.

You look up at Mr. Henson as he watches you with a line between his brows. Somehow, you’re not very surrpised. This guy is everywhere. It’s almost like he has no hobbies.

“Oh, hi, sorry, excuse me, I’m just on my way to the bank--”

“Ah, running short? Need me to spot ya?” He raises his hand, showing a black credit card.

“Um... noooo,” you utter in confusion. The other day, you ran off after calling him names. You really don’t believe he’s changed his stripes. He’s still a snarling tiger getting ready to feast. “Thanks, but I--”

“Things are tight. Job market’s trash, housing isn’t any better, and those banks,” he whistles and puts his card away, “they like to fuck around, don’t they?”

You look at him, scrunching your face up.

“Y-yeah. Weirdly, I did just get a notice to...” your voice trails off. “Why are you bugging me?”

“Bugging you?” His brows pop up and he guffaws, “oh, sweet lips, you’re funny, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know few jokes but--”

“Think a little harder, cupcake,” he lowers his timber and stares at you.

You blink and wet your lips, pushing them together. Think about what?

“Look, about yesterday--”

“I’m talking about today,” he insists.

“Sure, uh...”

“Do I really need to spell this out for you?”

“Spell what out?” You cringe, clawing for some hint of what he means.

“Your bank card isn’t working, right?” He asks, you nod. “You’re getting evicted.” Another nod. “You have no job.”

You make a face, “yes, okay. Rub it in. Alright. I get it. You’re some important guy and I’m a loser. Don’t worry. You own this city but I think I’m on my way out.”

He sighs and presses his fingers flat on either side of his nose. He drops them and opens his eyes again, “it was me. I’m the reason you—Don't you understand what I can do to you? I got you fired, kicked out, and poor in one day. What else do you think I could do?”

Your chest hollows out and your stomach lurches. What? Him? He just doesn’t stop.

“Sir, what—why would you—I'm sorry I called you a meanie. I was upset and the coffee, I tried--” You sniffle and shudder out a half-sob, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, well, you shoulda shut those sweet lips and opened those ears, huh?” He grins, “look, cupcake, you’re not going anywhere. You try to run back to your family, I’ll find you. Your mom’s a good lady, you shouldn’t trouble her. She doesn’t make enough teaching brats to put up with another one.”

“My mom—how--”

He spins his finger in the air, “catch up, honey bun. Alright? This is it. I’ll lay it out real clear for you, right now. You have no money, no home, you have nothing. You are nothing.” He jabs his finger at you, “so, I can solve all your problems and make you something.”

You look around. There’s really no way out. He’s a psychopath. You think. You don’t really know the difference between that and sociopath.

“Are you like CIA or something?” You ask.

He scoffs and flinches, “oh man, you are something else. Really, each time you open that mouth, I’m blown away by the idiocy. Rather just get blown, you get it?”

You shake your head and pout.

“Look, I think we can sort this out, Floyd. Really, I’m really sorry and I understand now. I get it. You’re very important and I messed up. I’m nothing and I did everything wrong. And from the bottom of my heart, I apologise. So, can I please have my life back?” You say, “I think we’d both be happier if we just went on our way and never saw each other again.”

His eyes dart away and he stares into the distance. Exasperation wrinkles above his brow and he looks back to you, hands on his hips, “too late, buttercup. So, let me put it as plain as I can. You don’t get a choice. You belong to me now. Just like everything else in this city. You are mine.”

“You can’t... do that.”

“I am doing that,” he insists. “Another thing,” he raises his hand, showing his palm, “it’s Lloyd.” He emphasizes the consonants of his name, “Lloyd Hansen. You can call me sir or Mr. Hansen. Hell, if we’re getting frisky, you can call me daddy.”

“Ugh,” you groan in disgust and curl your lip.

“Ugh?” He mimick the noise, “I’m about to--” He shakes his hand and sucks in the end of his sentence, “fine. Show, don’t tell. Got it.”

You cry out as suddenly he lunges at you. He grabs you by the back of the neck and hauls you forward down the sidewalk. He marches beside you as you writhe and paw at his large hand. You whimper, helpless as pedestrians move out of your path.

“Your mouth got you into trouble, now let’s see if it can get you out,” he growls.

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on this day, 6 yrs ago, bruno mars was surprised to see pete wentz

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The Lion's Den

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 687

Warnings: Bratty!Reader, A/B/O, Dom/sub vibes, Alpha Commands, hints at smut but not actually written, Ari is a warning!

Summary: You're nearing your heat and you decide to tease your Alpha to get his attention.

A/N: This is my version of A/B/O and I hope you all enjoy it! It is more lion based than wolf based but still has some of our favorite tropes! I wrote this for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 and their community extravaganza! The prompts I chose were: "I swear to God, if you make me come in there, you're gonna regret it," A/B/O, and Primal Play. This is an 18+ fic so no minors are allowed to read this!

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You lounged back in your nest, the picture of luxury like the lioness you were. You had on your favorite satin cami set and a fluffy robe on top. Your nails were freshly painted and now you were letting a face mask dry as you watched your favorite comfort movie.

Your heat was coming on, and you had to try to hold yourself together until Ari, your Alpha, got home. While you tried to take care of your needs yourself with one of those pathetic knotted dildos, you needed the real thing. Nothing compared to your Alpha’s fat knot- you drooled just thinking about it. Another cramp hit you and you whined, curling up in the safety of your nest.

Ariiiiii when will you be home? :(

I'm dying here

I can't survive this

Alpha 👑: Oh you poor thing

Alpha👑: I'm 5 mins away

That's 5 minutes too long

I said I need you

Alpha👑: Are you trying to be bossy with me? That's cute, honey.

Alpha👑: Maybe I should take my time instead of what I had planned…

You gasped at his last text. The audacity! The last time Ari teased you, he had edged you for an hour before he finally knotted you. You thought about back pedaling and begging for forgiveness. But honestly your heat was making you feel grumpy and bratty, so you decided against it.

With a mischievous grin you went into the bathroom with a plan. After wiping the face mask off, undressed and took a series of lewd pictures. Some hinted at nudeness in a tasteful manner while others were very explicit.

You knew Ari would absolutely love all of them.

You picked out your favorite pictures and sent them to Ari without anything else. Nervousness fluttered in your belly, as did excitement. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea, but boy was it fun.

A minute passed and Ari didn't reply. You checked the text thread and- yup, he's seen the pictures. That made you even more nervous. You knew he'd be home very soon but you didn't want to go through whatever he was planning right away. So you gathered up your things and fled the living room to the safety of your guys’ shared bedroom. At least there you could lock the door.

Just as you were settling down into your comfy nest, you heard the door unlock and Ari's scent filled your nose. You could smell how aroused he was and it made you chirp involuntarily. You covered your mouth even if it was useless- Alphas had amazing hearing and if Ari smelled aroused, then you definitely did as well.

Ari's footsteps got closer and closer to the bedroom, and when he found that the door was locked he chuckled darkly.

“I swear to God, if you make me come in there, you’re gonna regret it.” While the words were menacing, his tone was one filled with playfulness and lust. He could feel your mischief through the bond and he let out a low roar. An Alpha's roar was so deep that betas and omegas could feel it vibrating through their core. And since Ari was your Alpha, it just made you even needier.

“C'mon, mega, be a good girl and open the door.” It was a gentle Alpha Command, but you still couldn't resist. You chirped as you got up- feeling Ari’s pride bleed through the bond- and you slowly opened the door enough to peek through the crack.

“Hi, Alpha.” You said in a gentle, docile voice. Ari smiled in amusement at your sudden change in demeanor.

“Hi, Kitten. Wanna open the door some more for me?” You knew it wasn't a suggestion but you still hesitated as you obeyed your Alpha once more.

All at once he was on you, pinning you to the nearest wall and burying his nose in your neck. You whimpered as he snuffled along your neck, nipping at your mating gland that he claimed just months before.

Finally he pulled back, eyes dark with lust as he uttered the words you were longing for all day.

“Present for me, Omega.”

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The Purrfect Halloween

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff (Mistress) x Black Cat!Hybrid!Reader (Kitten)

Word Count: not very long, I wrote it on my phone

Summary: Wanda teaches Kitten about Halloween

Warnings: Fluff, Halloween

A/N: Just a little blurb/drabble thingy for spooky day!! Enjoy! Part of my Purrfect Pair AU.

"Hollow-een?" Your head tilted in curiosity, black furry ears twitching which made Wanda smile at how adorable you were.

"That's right, it's a holiday that people celebrate. We didn't do much for it in Sokovia, but in America it's a big thing. Lots of candy, people dressing up. It's actually kind of fun." She explained as the two of you sat at the table, eating some sandwiches that you prepared.

"Dressing up? Like in formal wear?"

"No, it's more like costumes than dresses and tuxedos. People dress up like black cats often." Wanda smirked at your surprised face.

"Really? I must be very popular." You preened at the idea of people thinking you were cool enough to dress up in likeness to you. Your thoughts made Wanda giggle and she couldn't help but lean across the table to kiss your cheek.

"How would you like it if we did something here? Just us?" Wanda enjoyed seeing how excited you got about the idea of Halloween and honestly- she hoped you'd agree to celebrate with her. The last time she celebrated Halloween was in Westview. She needed newer, better memories.

When your face lit up and your ears and tail twitched excitedly, she knew you were on board.

"Yes! Yes please Mistress, I'd love to! I'll get us the biggest bag of candy and costumes too! And anything else you think we'll need." You rambled off. Wanda was cheesing so hard she thought her cheeks might fall off. God she loved you so much.

"I'll write a list and then you can go to the market."

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And now here you were, cuddled up on the couch. A projector was playing classic horror movies on a screen and you two shared the biggest bowl of candy that Wanda had ever seen. You had even gotten pizza to eat for dinner and your costumes were adorable- since it was cold outside Wanda instructed you to get festive onesies.

Yours was orange and the hood had the face of a jack-o-lantern while Wanda's was black and had a tail and ears- you wanted your Mistress to look like you, and Wanda didn't mind. It was cute and, most importantly, comfortable as heck.

Soft purrs left you as you nuzzled up to Wanda as she squeezed you gently against her.

"I quite like Hollow-een. We should do this again tomorrow."

She didn't quite have the heart to tell you that it was just a one-day-a-year holiday, so she nodded and kissed your head.

"Sure Kitten. It's a date."

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Light the Meow-rah

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff (Mistress) x Black Cat!Hybrid!Reader (Kitten)

Word Count: ~1k

Summary: You and Wanda celebrate Hanukkah together.

Warnings: Fluff, religion, bd/sm dynamics, uses of honorifics: Mistress and Kitten, mentions of familial loss.

A/N: This is a rewrite from my old blog and I knew I had to change it to fit this AU. I hope you all enjoy! Part of my The Purrfect Pair AU. Asks and requests open.

“Yes! I get all of them!” Wanda cheered, the pile of various chocolate candy that was once in between you two now in front of just her. Meanwhile, you groaned and looked at the single chocolate coin you had- called gelt- and pouted, ears drooping down. With the way the game of dreidel works, if someone wins the whole pile in the middle everyone playing has to add one piece of their own personal pile to replenish it. Once someone had nothing left in their personal pile, they were out of the game. The last person in was the winner. It was basically a gambling game, whether you used actual money or not was up to you; you and Wanda decided chocolate was the way to go.

“You won the last five games!” You playfully swatted at her arm. It was fun for you to learn about Wanda’s traditions and religion. You had no knowledge of the way humans worked or what religions even were. Wanda enjoyed explaining the history of Judaism to you, as well as other religions and other holidays in general. She planned on showing you Christmas, as she thought it was something you'd enjoy.

Yes it was all rather confusing, but humans were so fascinating that you didn't really mind.

Wanda was ecstatic that you wanted to learn about the holiday and her family traditions, but mostly that she wasn’t going to be alone this year. She had always found it difficult to find it in her to celebrate due to not having any family around, but now she wasn't alone anymore. She had her sweet little Kitten to keep her company.

“Aww sweetheart, you know I’ll share my candy with you.” She cooed, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips. Your cheeks got warm as you returned the kiss, smiling against her lips. When you two parted, Wanda took one of the warm latkes from a plate beside her and dipped it into some sour cream. She blew on it to make sure it wasn't too hot before feeding you a bite, which you happily took.

“Thank you Mistress, but I'd still like to win.” You said, a little pout on your lips after you swallowed. She giggled and wiped her thumb against your chin lightly. When she pulled back you saw a little bit of white on it.

“Such a messy eater,” she teased, licking the sour cream off. You watched as her tongue swiped against her digit, almost in awe from how beautiful your Mistress was. It was easy getting lost and just simply watching her.

“Kitten,” you heard Wanda whisper in a teasing sing-song voice. As you snapped out of your thoughts you saw her green eyes sparkling with affection. “It’s getting close to sunset, let’s get lit,” she grinned at her joke and you giggled along with her. It was time to light the Hanukkah menorah- the hanukkiah.

You followed her over to the hanukkiah that was sitting on the fireplace mantle. The candle sticks were laid out in front of her and she used her magic to light up the shamash- the candle in the middle that is used to light up all the others. You took the other candles, and since it was the eighth and final day of Hanukkah, you placed them all in, going from right to left as instructed. She then started to recite the prayers that went along with the lighting of the menorah, lighting them from left to right. You recited along with her, watching as the flames danced around and gently illuminated the room.

Wanda turned and went to the closet and pulled out a small box wrapped in shiny blue paper. For the previous nights she had gotten you things like fuzzy socks, matching pajamas, a book you were wanting. Just simple, small things that showed you how much she loved you. You had gotten her things like recipe books, a cute sweater that you thought she’d enjoy (and she did,) a box of various tea flavors. You reached into your bag and got out a small box as well, wrapped in the same paper.

“Happy Hanukkah, Kitten.” She grinned and you exchanged your gifts and you returned the smile.

“Happy Hanukkah, Mistress.” Wanda sat on the couch and you at her feet. You watched as she tore the paper off with an excited smile. When she opened the little black box, she pulled out a gold locket. Inside was a picture of the two of you that you had conjured up. Wanda was quiet for a moment as she looked over the necklace fondly before pulling you close so she could kiss you. It was a sweet, loving kiss, one that made your belly flutter. She pulled back and rubbed her nose against yours.

“This is beautiful, thank you my Kitten. My sweet little kitten.” She whispered- the hand that held your head close petted over your hair. It made you purr.

“Open your gift now baby.” Wanda gently nudged at you before putting her locket on. As you snuggled up to her legs you tore open the gift to reveal a slim rectangular box. Inside was a beautiful scarlet red collar with a bow and gold chain embellishments. Hanging from the bow in the center was a gold tag that read “kitten” on one side and on the other it said “property of Wanda Maximoff”.

Your breath caught in your throat as Wanda took the collar and fastened it around your neck. “Is my girl happy?” You heard your Mistress whisper, to which you could only nod. You were forever Wanda's and now you had a collar to wear as proof of your devotion to her.

Needily you nuzzled into Wanda's legs, mewling softly.

“Come here my love- you may sit with me.” At her permission you climbed onto the couch and curled up beside her, your head in her lap.

Wanda's heart was very full of love as you purred. It was the best Hanukkah she had in years. All she wanted to do was cuddle with you while the fireplace roared, but Wanda knew you'd be getting hungry soon.

Normally she'd have you pop up into the nearest village and get some food, but she wanted to spoil you. So using her ever-handy magic, she conjured up some pizza in the oven as well as some fresh baked brownies. The TV played The Dick Van Dyke show and Wanda draped a fuzzy blanket over your body.

It was a picture perfect evening, one she would remember for years to come.

[kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay]

The Purrfect Pair

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Black Cat!Hybrid!FemReader

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: AU, Soulmates, power dynamics, pet play, reader has powers, mentions of grief, fluff, use of honorifics: Mistress and Kitten

Summary: The Scarlet Witch has arrived which means her familiar must finally reunite with her.

Author's Note: Ahhh I'm so excited for this! I did a ton of research for this fic and I really like it. I intend for it to be a series as I would love to explore how Wanda and her Kitten get along and what trouble they get into!

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Darkness.

Nothingness.

An empty void.

You were asleep one minute, the next something flickered inside your brain. You woke up and stretched out, a little yawn leaving you; you had no idea how many thousands of years you had been asleep. You shook your sleepiness off, your black furry ears twitching in excitement.

Wanda Maximoff.

That was the name that filled your head. That was the person who you were to find.

Your owner was finally here, the one and only Scarlet Witch.

🐈‍⬛

Wanda exhaled, watching as her breath fogged up in the chilled mountain air. The tea cup she was holding kept her hands and the tip of her nose warm, and she sipped the sweet beverage with a hum.

After everything that happened in Westview, she had to get away from everything. Too much sadness has been filling her life, and now that she had the new status of being the Scarlet Witch? Well she had to learn how to deal with all the power and responsibility that held too.

It was a lot of stress, and what better place to deal with stress than a cottage in the mountains?

The woman had been spending her time finessing her powers and learning how to control it. She had help from Doctor Strange and Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, which she was grateful for. She felt like she was finally getting a hang of herself. 

But there was a feeling she couldn't quite shake off.

There was something missing, a piece of her that she had to find.

Wanda was used to loss, having lost pretty much everyone important to her. This was different however. She didn't lose something, it was more like she had to reunite with someone.

As she was lost in thought, electricity filled the air. The witch broke out of her zone and looked up at the sky- it was still clear like normal- No sign of a storm. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and her red magic began sparking from her fingers unexpectedly.

What was happening?

As anxiety coursed through her, a bright light appeared a few feet in front of Wanda. Standing up, she watched with caution as the light dimmed away, revealing in its place a woman.

Everything about you was normal. You had on some comfortable clothes- a brown knitted sweater, jeans, boots. Your hair was styled out of your face and you had an excited smile on your face.

The thing that startled Wanda?

Your cat ears and long, fuzzy tail.

"Are you Wanda Maximoff?" Was the first thing out of your mouth.

"Depends- who are you?" Wanda asked, her hands twitching as her magic swirled around her fingers. You gave her your name and bowed, making Wanda quirk an eyebrow.

"I have been looking for you for so long, Mistress. I can't believe you're finally here."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The redhead dropped her hands now, but still stood on guard. This was very bizarre and she needed answers.

"You don't know who I am?" This time you were the one confused, your ears twitching and your head tilted slightly to one side. "Wanda, I'm your familiar."

"My– what? Can you please just explain what you're doing here? What do you mean, my 'familiar'?"

You approached the woman slowly. "You're the Scarlet Witch. Thousands of years ago I was bound to you as your companion for eternity. I was created to help you, guide you, and service you in whatever you need."

Wanda blinked slowly as she processed what you said. She knew that the myth of the Scarlet Witch was centuries of years old and that she had a lot of learning to do about it- well, herself- yet she had never heard of a familiar. But all her caution faded when she dove into your mind, searching for any kind of malicious intent.

All she found was your complete devotion and love for her.

It made something inside of the witch spark and she couldn't help but smile a bit. So this was why she was feeling so incomplete lately.

"Come here, sweetheart." Wanda spoke softly, a hand extended for you to take.

Her pet name for you made your belly flutter and your tail twitch happily. You happily took her hand and stepped closer, and Wanda gently cupped your face into her warm hands with a soft hum.

"Thank you for coming all this way to find me. Let me get you some tea and maybe a snack and you can tell me more about yourself?" Her thumbs caressed the apples of your cheeks as you gazed up at her with sparkly eyes. You simply nodded which made Wanda chuckle softly at how sweet you were.

She took your hand in one of hers, the other picking up her mug, and she led you inside her little cottage. You noticed how it was a little bare inside, only the necessities and a few cozy items. You couldn't help but frown at the thought of your mistress not having the very best of everything.

Wanda took you into the kitchen and took out another mug for you before pouring some tea into each mug.

"Don't worry about me, I don't mind being a bit minimalistic." Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment- how could you forget she could read minds??

"I– I'm sorry mistress, I hope I didn't offend." Your head tucked down. You heard Wanda's chuckle and then she was tilting your chin up to look her in the eyes.

"Don't apologize, kitten. I know that it isn't exactly homey in here. I never liked much clutter, but seeing that you'll be living here now I can conjure up some things for you."

"Live– I can live here? Really?" Your ears twitched as excitement came over you.

"Well of course, I can't let my little familiar live outside." She spoke with such conviction that you felt butterflies in your stomach. There was a little smirk on Wanda's lips and you knew that she knew how she was affecting you which just made you even more excited.

Soon Wanda was handing you a cup of chai and the two of you were sitting on her couch. "When you came here it was like you entered through a portal. I'm guessing you have powers too?" She asked as she set her tea on the table in front of her. You took a sip of the sweet liquid then nodded, licking your lips.

"I do, I'm not a witch though. I can teleport, shapeshift, I can also turn invisible. Not being human means I am also stronger than normal. And since I am bound to you, I can feel what you feel." You explained and Wanda quirked a brow.

"What can you shapeshift into?" You grinned and set your own cup down before closing your eyes, and a second later you were changed into a little black cat. Wanda giggled as you headbutted her hand, giving you little scritches behind your ear. You licked her hand before sitting back and changing into your human form again.

"I can also hide my ears and tail, but I don't like to do that unless I'll be around humans."

"I don't blame you, your ears and tail are very cute." Her words made you grin proudly, the two of you continued to chat and you finished your tea.

🐈‍⬛

The rest of the day was filled with you helping Wanda around the cottage and outside. Thanks to your strength you chopped up maybe too much wood to build a fire. Not that Wanda minded- she loved how cute and eager to please you were. And you used your teleportation to pop into a market and get some food and other necessities.

Wanda was already loving having you around. Thanks to the bond the two of you had, you had an instant connection and it felt like you two had known each other all your lives. Plus living in the mountains often got lonely- and while she had gotten used to solitude, being a lone wolf wasn't something she wanted forever.

She wanted a forever partner, someone to share her life with. And maybe with you, she was getting a second chance at that.

"Mistress, may I lay with you?" Your sweet voice shook Wanda out of her thoughts. She smiled when she noticed you were done building the fire and she nodded, patting the cushion next to her.

"Yes, Kitten, come here." At her approval you quickly made your way over and laid on the couch next to her, your head in her lap. Her slim fingers ran over your hair, stroking it. She could hear soft purrs coming from you and it made her heart bloom with affection.

"I am so glad I found you today, Mistress. I've missed you." You spoke softly, a small pout on your lips. It was hard living without her for as long as you did, but it was all worth it to lay in her lap like you were now.

"I'm glad too, Kitten. I promise I'm here now, and you won't be lonely ever again." Her words were just as soft as yours as she leaned down to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, the excitement of the day wearing you out.

Wanda flicked her wrist, her powers grabbing a blanket from her- your- bedroom and laid it over the both of you.

Her own words echoed in her mind: You won't be lonely ever again. And Wanda couldn't help but think that maybe it was true for herself as well.

[kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay]

Winter's King 14

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

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Not long after the king’s departure, Lord Jaskier excuses himself to see to his horse. Queen Jazlene sends him off with a similar quip about serious matters. You don’t quite understand her. She should be concerned with the weeks of travel ahead of her, not only of the time, but of the climate. 

She finishes the bottle on her own. Much of it went to her cup. You think of warning her but it isn’t your place. You can only watch her head wobble as that hazy look softens her features. On her last gulp, a droplet trickles down her chin. You suspect she might be as unhappy as her husband claimed of himself the previous night. They make a rather sad pairing. 

It’s early still. Perhaps once they are settled, it won’t be so tense. They will have a chance to know each other better without the stresses of a war or the road ahead. 

Your thoughts stray and your vision fogs as you stare at a blue tapestry. Jazlene continues to babble and suddenly, the clink of her cup jolts you from your trance. You look at her as she slumps against the table. Her shoulders are slack, her arms bent around her head as it droops onto the wood. You can see her breath as she hunches weakly in her chair. 

“Your highness?” You call to her. You sway on your feet as you watch her. Come on, move. “Your highness?” You take a step toward her, “Lady Jazlene?” 

She groans and slips to the side. You rush around without a thought to catch her. She garbles drunkenly as you hold her in her arms, one leg still on the seat as her other hangs limply. She’s heavier than you would expect. 

“Your highness?” You squeak as you struggle to keep her off the ground. You can’t drop the queen. 

Her head lolls as her lashes flutter. She is certainly not conscious. The acrid scent of wine rises from her lips. You try to hike her higher, slinging her arm around your shoulder as you grunt. She’s not that big, you’re just weak. You can carry a cask or a chest, but a person is a much different matter. 

You wrap your arms around her and haul her around the table. Her slippers drag and you clatter into the chairs and nearly trip on the edge of the rug. Your leg muscles thrum with the effort and your back racks. You look around. The bedchamber is too far. 

You turn and little by little, step by step, drag her to the couch. Her feet loudly scrape across the floor. You angle her around with another laboured grunt and as you do, the hinges whine and the left door opens. You look up as the king enters and your lips part in surprise. You’ve been caught. Rather, the queen has. 

He stares at you and eases shut the door. He comes around as your arms quake. He wordlessly takes his wife from your grasp and lays her across the sofa. You put a pillow under her head and back up, rubbing your upper arms. 

“Your highness, she was not feeling well,” you say. 

“She has drunk herself into a stupor,” he snarls as he backs up, crossing his arms as he glares down at her. “Do not lie, especially on her behalf. It does not become you.” 

“Your highness, I apologise. I only worry for her--” 

“You shouldn’t,” he intones, “she doesn’t worry for you. Or me. Or anyone but herself.” He turns and goes to the table. He rights the overturned cup and you reproach yourself for not doing so first. “But I do appreciate you attending to her. I’d rather not have found her upon the floor.” 

“Your highness,” you bow your head. 

He’s quiet. You’re unsure what to do next. Should you leave him with Jazlene or stay to tend to her? He will need sleep for the ride. 

“Little maid, you will send to have a bath drawn. There will be little chance to wash upon the road,” he commands. 

“As you wish, your highness.” 

“Mm, if only,” he murmurs as she sits and grabs the empty bottle, sneering at its hollowness. 

You set off to have water brought to his chamber. You assist the other servants in carrying the vessels of steaming water. All the while, the king ruminates at the table. He picks at his index finger and his cheek ticks. When at last the tub is full, you go to trail out after the castle servants. 

“Little maid, I require assistance,” he says. 

You remain and the doors close in the tension. You watch the king, your fingers twined together as you cautiously approach. He glowers at his fingers and huffs. 

“You have small hands,” he rests his palm open on the table, “please, I would have use of them.” 

Curious, you move towards him. He turns to you and holds out his large hand. He pokes his index fingers up and hisses. 

“I got it on the door. A splinter,” he explains. 

You see the dark spot, just the minuscule tip of it poking above his rough skin. The skin around it is inflamed, both from the sliver and his fussing. You bring your hands to cradle his single one and lean to have a closer look. You keep one hand under his and slip the other down the side of his palm. 

You brush your fingertips over the lines of his knuckles. He’s quiet as he lets you gently squeeze. You glance up beneath your lashes. 

“It might hurt, your highness. Apologies.” 

His cheek twitches, “I’ve had worse than a maid’s touch.” 

You squeeze until his flesh his taut. You pinch the tip of the splinter with your other fingers, using your nails to get a grip of it. You pull slowly. Very slowly, terrified of losing hold and having it go deeper. The wooden sliver slides out and before you can examine it, it falls to the floor, disappearing into the fabric of the rug. 

The king sighs, “better.” He brings his other hand over yours and covers your small ones with his, “many thanks, little maid.” 

He lets you go, his calloused skin brushing your sleeves, and he hums grimly. He bends his head forward and his white waves shift on his shoulders. He pushes his hair back and raises his head again. His eyes almost glow as he looks at you. 

“I should fetch some water for the queen in case she stirs--” 

“Later,” he dismisses, “might I ask another favour of such delicate hands?” 

You dip your chin down, “I serve you and the queen, your highness.” 

“Mm, yes, you recall, the knot in my shoulder, where I carry my sword,” he points along his shoulder, “if it isn’t trouble, I might have you loosen it before I must ride anon.” 

“Your highness,” you acquiesce, curling your fingers into your palms. You remember that first night you met him, as he sat in the steaming tub and had you touch him. You sweat at the memory. 

“It would be best before I soak,” he reaches to untie the laces of his tunic. 

You watch him, helpless. As with the queen, you can only heed his whims. At least he is gentler in his mastery. He pulls his tunic above his head and strips it away completely. He lets it hang over one leg and squares his shoulders as he sits back in the chair. 

You go around him and he moves his hair to his other shoulder. Your hands tremble slightly before you touch him. His muscles are thick and his skin taught across everyone. His arms are rounded with bulk and his neck is bullish in girth. He carries so much strength and power as if it is nothing. 

You squeeze the muscles gently with one hand, pressing the other behind it. You knead carefully, gradually putting more behind it, responding to the soft breaths and low grunts rising from the king. You hit a spot with some resistance and he growls. 

“There,” he grits as he drops his head forward. “Harder.” 

You push your thumb against the little pearl of tension you feel along his shoulder. He exhales deeply and lets out a wolfish snarl. He grips his thigh as you work his flesh. Your hands move without much thought. Lady Rezlyn often requested to have her feet done, a much less ideal task. 

“Mm, treasure...” he breathes though his words aren’t entirely clear. 

Another noise rises from him, sharper than before. You stop, frightened. 

“Your highness, have I hurt you?” You utter. 

Before you can retract your hand, he has a hold of you. He lifts his head and hangs it back, his hair spilling down. He looks up at you with his bright eyes as he clings to your hand. He presses it flat and moves it over his shoulder. He drags it down against his chest where you can feel his heartbeat. 

You’re caught in his gaze and his grasp. You just stand there, entranced by his golden irises. Each time you see them, they are more brilliant than the last. Your own chest tightens and binds up your breath. 

“You can never hurt me,” he rasps. You gulp as he lightens his hold and pets your hand. He closes his eyes and winces. “Little maid...” he sits forward and gently moves your hand away from his chest, “you must go now. You must face the road with us and you will require rest.” He lets you go completely and stands. “I trust my wife will have many a demand to keep you busy.” 

“Yes, your highness,” you murmur. 

“Now,” he insists. “You must go now.” 

He crosses the chamber and stops in the door to his bedchamber. You quickly flit over to the doors that lead out to the corridor. You pause and glance over as you sense him move. He stares at you, his eyes licking with flames. His chest rises and falls, trimmed in thick hair that trails down his hard stomach. 

“Go...” 

You obey and heave open the door. The soldiers on the other side snort. It is late, they must’ve dozed. You don’t think much of that as you harry down the corridor, not looking back. The king’s timber nips at your ears. The way he spoke; ‘go’. It was more than just a word; it was a warning. 

⚔️

You rise with the castle, quickly falling into the tumult of the impending departure. When you arrive at the king’s chambers that morning, you are sent away. You find Jazlene in her own. He must have taken her back before the sun. 

She is groggy and sombre as you help her dress. The pain in her skull leaks out in pathetic moans. You offer her lemons water and a cool cloth for her head. You see the difference as she accepts but she remains weak. It will be difficult for her to ride. 

Horses fill the courtyard and the luggage carts crowd around the stables and rear of the castle. The scene reminds you of Debray. You only hope Queen Jazlene does not cause a similar scene. You don’t believe she can. 

You accompany her to the front of the train. The king is not there. The queen clutches her throat as if she might be sick as the smell of the horses is stirred by their whipping tails. She grumbles and calls for a water skin. You find one and she shooes you away. 

“Enough of you,” she snips.  

You stay close, keeping watch should she signal for anything else. She can barely lift her head to do more than drink thirstily. Lords and ladies as good as ignore the queen as she mutters to her horse. 

“Eh, mouse, there y’are,” Bryce’s voice undercuts your pity. “I’ve been looking for ya.” 

You face him and the weight slips from your shoulders, “you have?” 

“What are you insinuating?” He challenges, “Daisy’s missing ya.” 

“Oh,” your brows raise, “well, it just so happens I miss her too.” 

“We’ll be off soon. You should come claim your place with the luggage.” 

“Should,” you agree. 

You follow him through the press of bodies. You get further down, away from the pages and soldiers, see Daisy lazily hoofing at the ground. She chews on a sparse bit of grass in the dust. As you near, you notice that her holster is thicker than it was. She is attached to a small cart. 

“What is this?” You ask as you stop short. 

“It’s yours, mouse,” Bryce says staunchly, “isn’t right you riding with the chests. Not for so far as we need to go.” 

“You... you did this for me?” You ask. "But... what about--” 

“Found a spare horse. He’s a bit less friendly than our beloved but he’ll do fine enough,” he explains, “’sides, Daisy needs a respite. She don’t needa be carrying around my hefty behind much longer.” 

“Oh, my,” you put your hand to your cheek and go to the cart, “Sir Bryce, you are a true knight.” 

“Don’t you get sappy with me,” he tuts as he follows. “Look inside, will ya?” 

You look inside the cart. There’s a long cushion and a pack. It’s a lot compared to what you came with; nothing. Bryce reaches in and tugs something from beneath the cushion. You watch the fur ripple out as he reveals the cloak. It’s thick and long and hooded. He holds it up. 

“When we get to the Hinterlands, you’ll be needing this,” he says. 

You touch the fur, it’s soft. You blink and feel it between your fingers. Your eyes sting. 

“Sir,” you bat your lashes, “it is too much for me.” 

“It isn’t very much, you are just too humble, mouse,” he folds and holds it out to you. “Now, don’t you be telling anyone this was my doin’. I got a reputation to uphold.” 

“Oh,” you clamp your lips shut as you try to hold back your emotion. 

A smile breaks through and you bare your teeth. Your cheeks hurt from the joy bursting forth. You hug the cloak and rock, looking around. As you do, you falter at a familiar face.  

The king leads a dark horse along the edge of the yard. He is looking at you, or so it seems. You let your expression slip and tamp down your glee. You bow your head in King Geralt’s direction. 

When you look up again, he is gone. 

[kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay]

the girl next door 9

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You don’t go straight home. You don’t want to upset your mom. So, you wander the suburbs, walking around cul-de-sacs, some you’ve never been down, and circling around the avenues. You pass mothers and fathers with strollers and children running and yelling on green lawns. It’s as if you’re walking through a utopia, floating by like a cursed wraith. 

You glance down at the book in your hand. Maybe you should try some lighter reading. Your mind tends to go to dark places. 

When at last you let yourself go back to the house, you do so cautiously. You don’t see Steve or your mom. As you come to the front door, you wonder if you should knock. You quietly let yourself in, gently closing the door as you stand on the mat. You leave your shoes on the low rack and tiptoe down the hall. Your mom can’t be mad if she doesn’t know you’re there. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Steve’s voice as you tripping over your own feet. You turn to the archway as you pass and peer in. Your mother’s in her recliner, her eyes closed. Is she sleeping? You watch her warily. “How was your walk?” 

“Um,” you blink and shrug, “fine.” 

He stands by the window, his hand on the wall beside it. Did he see you come up? You hadn’t noticed him behind the curtain. 

“Breakfast for you in the oven. Won’t be very warm but if it’s no good, I can start a new batch,” he offers. 

“Don’t bother with all that,” your mother grumbles and shifts in her chair, groaning as she shakily rubs her cheek. Her eyes open only slightly. “She can warm ‘em up.” 

“Always better fresh,” Steve stands straight and faces you fully. 

“Thanks.” 

You leave them with the single word. You feel like an intruder. You stop by your bedroom and hover in indecision. You just want to hide but you would hate to be rude. Steve went to all that trouble and you know, even as your mother says he’s already done too much, she’d be even more upset if you wasted his effort. 

You put your book on the foot of your bed and go down to the kitchen. You take out the pancakes, content enough to have them cold. There’s a bottle of real maple syrup. Steve must’ve supplied that; you can’t afford the pure stuff. You don’t use very much, mindful of the expense of the sugary nectar. 

You grab cutlery and bring the plate to the table. You sit alone. You can hear the hum of the ceiling fan from the front room and the dulcet song of birds floating in through the windows. Steve’s low tone rolls through the din but you can’t make out his words. You mother answers his with short mutters. She’s not having a very good day. You're surprised he stayed this long. 

The pancakes are good, even at room temperature. They’re fluffy and taste richer than the frozen ones you get a bargain on. Is that blueberry too? With each bite, your hunger clenches your stomach tighter, mulching down the food greedily. When you finish, your body growls and aches. 

You wash off your plate and put it in the tray. The lull of the house thickens as you pad down to your room. You slow as you near the door frame. Had you closed it? You can’t recall. 

You turn into the room and let out a noise of surprise. Steve looks over as he stands over the folding table, his hand on your sketchbook, a page half-turned. Your heart drops as you clasp your hands together. 

“Sorry, er, didn’t mean to...” he rescinds his hand and lets the page flutter down, “It was open and...” you don’t know whether he means the door or the book. “You’re really talented.” 

Your forehead crinkles and you charge towards him. You step around him and shut the book, swiping it up. He leans back on his heel. 

“I didn’t... I wasn’t trying to...” he sputters, “I just wanted to pass something by you.” 

You hug your sketchbook at you face him. You stare at this chest. You feel violated. Not just that he’s in your space but he touched your stuff. The one thing that’s really yours; your drawings. 

“Me and your mom were talking, you know, and she said it would be good for you to get out, maybe make some extra money,” he explains, “and I’ll be around so you won’t need to worry about her so much.” 

You frown. You and your mother have had this talk a billion times. Get off your ass and get a job. It’s not like you haven’t tried. 

“So, I got some work you can do. Like I said, I gotta get that pool open,” he continues, “and there’s little things around the house. You got a good hand so maybe some painting here and there.” 

You push your shoulders up. You don’t think you can say no, especially if he’s already said as much to your mom. You half-suspect this is her doing. 

“Complementary milkshakes?” He offers breezily. 

You’re quiet. You have no choice. You know as much. 

“You know,” he softens his tone, “if I’m gonna... hang around with your mom, we should get to know each other. It’s a good opportunity for us.” 

“Fine,” you answer. 

“Fine? So that’s a yes?” He asks. 

You close your eyes and flick them open, “yes.” 

“Great. Well, when can you start? How about tomorrow? Supposed to be another sunny day.” 

“Okay,” you agree, “tomorrow.” 

He doesn’t move. You want him to leave. The conversation is over. He got what he wants and your mom too. He’ll pay you dimes to clean the pool and your mom will reap the profit. 

“You know, I draw a little too,” he points to your sketchbook, “maybe if we have time tomorrow, I can show you.” 

“Maybe,” you mutter. 

“Ah, uh,” he chuckles bashfully and rubs his neck, “right, I'm in your way. Well, er, I’ll leave ya be.” He turns and struts to the door. He stops just inside the frame and looks back, “oh, how were the pancakes?” 

You take a breath and stay staring at the wall, “good.” 

“Great, did you have some of the syrup? It’s Canadian.” 

“Yeah,” you turn and tuck your sketchbook into your dresser draw. “Thanks.” 

“No problem, sweetie,” he taps the wall and the door closes with a click. 

You sit on your bed and hunch over to hold your head. It’s still heavy from the night before and now you’re even more tired than before. You don’t know if it’s from being out in the sun or all the walking you did, but your eyelids feel dry and seem to cling with each blink. You yawn and bring your legs up, curling your body up near the edge of the bed. 

You know you shouldn’t sleep in the middle of the day, but you just can’t help yourself. 

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You wake up in the haze of the late afternoon. Your eyes hurt and your limbs are achy. You lay on your back as the curtains stir with the lazy breeze. You look over to find them open but you don’t remember pulling them apart. You barely remember anything past your awkward morning stroll. 

It takes you a while to push through the stiffness. You never sleep on your back; it leaves it racked and your ribcage hurts. As you stand, you notice the door. It’s slightly open. 

You get up and go to it, pull it inch by inch. The house is quiet but for a soft rumble, rhythmic and rocky. You putter down the hall and look into the front room. Your mom’s asleep in her chair. She’s almost peaceful as she snores in the recliner. 

The scene strikes you as odd, almost dreamlike. Your mom’s never been much of a napper. In fact, she always nagged you about the habit. You think of waking her but think better of it. She won’t be happy to be awoken, even if she might be irritated later to know she slept away the day. 

Steve is gone. You search each room to be sure then go to the kitchen. It’s clean and everything is put away, even the dishes you left in the tray. The large bottle of syrup is gone as well. 

You mutter and go back to your room. Another soft wind drifts in. You stumble over to your bed and fall back onto it. You yawn again. Gosh, you’re so tired. 

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That had me cackling 😂

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,221 Summary: It was an annoying, inconvenient realization that had Ransom showing up at your place unannounced. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Soft!Ransom. Established relationship. Unprotected sex. Cockwarming. Feels. Two trolls in love tbh.

A/N: I am so ridiculously excited to share my first offering for our Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza!! The prompts below just jumped out at me and I really wanted to write some soft!Ransom because I’m so in love with him, and making him a happy, in love boy just makes my heart so happy 😭 Also this maaaay or may not be an interlude from a larger story I have planned but can totally be read as a standalone hehe. 

My Prompts: Showing up at your love’s home in the middle of the night because you need to be with them + “Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.” + “My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

The knock at your front door as you were turning out the lights to go to bed was surprising. 

Finding Ransom Drysdale, your boyfriend, on the other side of said door was even more surprising, although his unexpected arrival certainly wasn’t a bad thing. 

In fact, the sight of him alone had your belly swooping with happiness, your lips tugging up into a smile as you leaned against the doorframe, crossed your arms, and said, “I didn’t realize we had plans tonight.”

“We don’t,” Ransom huffed, shooting you an annoyed look before his gaze was flickering away. 

Avoiding yours.

His attitude only made you smile bigger. As did the realization that he was looking a little more haphazard and rumpled than usual in his favorite cream cable knit sweater, black joggers, and his worn sneakers.

“Something I can help you with then, handsome?” 

Once again, Ransom’s narrowed gaze found yours, accusation shining in the brilliant blue depths of his eyes as he frowned at you. His words were muttered so quietly, you almost didn’t hear them as he confessed, “I can’t fucking sleep without you.”

You nearly burst into laughter, but you could tell that Ransom was genuinely grumpy at this realization–and probably the lack of sleep, too–so instead you did your best to suppress your smile from growing any bigger, grabbed one of his big hands with one of yours, and tugged him inside.

“Poor handsome Ransom, just can’t stay away, huh?”

He shot you a half-hearted stink eye as he kicked off his sneakers and left them beside your own by the front door.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, jammies,” he huffed.

You giggled at the ridiculous pet name that you loved so much which spawned from Ransom’s insistence that you had more pajamas than actual clothes, and he wasn’t wrong. As his gaze dipped to take in your current pajamas, you tried not to preen.

You could tell that he was torn between scoffing and laughing when he caught sight of the embellished cartoon llama on your t-shirt, wearing its own pajamas, and the baby pink sleep shorts with tiny little llamas all over them that went along with it.

“Christ, you’re ridiculous,” Ransom grumped.

You just grinned at him. 

The longer he stared at you, the more the forced annoyance bled from Ransom’s beautiful features, his head tilting to the side and his lips curling into a smirk when he realized, “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

It was instant, the way your body perked up in awareness, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming on the spot as you crossed your arms over your chest, your own eyes narrowing.

Ransom was full out grinning now as he stepped closer, plucked a wrist of yours in each of his big hands, and dismantled your makeshift shield so he could get a better look at the way your hard nipples were poking against the thin cotton of your shirt.

“Don’t hide from me.”

Your cunt clenched at the huskiness to his voice, but you weren’t ready to give in to him just yet. You still had some more teasing left in you. 

Because you were a perfect compliment to Ransom’s own troll nature, after all, and heckling him was your favorite. 

“You’re so obsessed with me, I’m a little embarrassed for you to be honest.”

Ransom just rolled his eyes as he slowly backed you into the nearest wall. His gaze sparkled at you when he shoved a knee between your thighs and your breath hitched at the sudden, warm press of him between your legs. 

Nooo, don’t let him win, you internally whined at yourself.

Tipping your chin up, you turned Ransom’s smirk against him. “Do you have an altar for worshiping me at home? Maybe tucked away in your closet where no one can see it? Do you kneel or–” 

Ransom smothered the rest of your words with his lips, grinning at your quiet squeak as he kissed you with the kind of determined urgency that had you instantly melting against him and kissing him back with just as much fervor.

When he finally pulled away to let you catch your breath, Ransom touched his forehead to yours as he purred, “We both know you on your knees for me is the much better scenario.”

You just blinked at him owlishly, your sluggish brain taking a long moment to process his words and remember your own that had spawned them.

Ransom laughed at the dazed state of you, kissing the tip of your nose before he was corralling you away from the wall, then down the hallway to your bedroom. 

It felt like one second you were in the doorway, Ransom’s big hands framing your hips and giving them a promising squeeze as he loomed behind you, and then the next you were both naked, your bodies perfectly slotted together as you laid on your sides facing each other, curled close as Ransom drank from your mouth like he simply couldn’t get enough of you. 

The feeling was totally mutual, your hand reaching between your bodies for Ransom’s hard cock before your brain even realized its destination. 

“Wanna feel you,” you panted against his lips as you hooked your leg over his hip and shimmied closer. “Fill me up.”

“Who’s obsessed with who now?” Ransom hummed, laughing when you just shot him a dirty look before giving his cock a squeeze and stroke combo that had him “Hnnngh”ing.

“You little menace,” he grunted. 

Your resulting smile was beatific as his big hand dropped to yours and guided your touch, until both your hands were sticky with his pre-cum and you were whining for your own stimulation.

Just about to beg for him again–and shamelessly so–your words caught in your throat when your eyes met Ransom’s and found such a soft and warm kind of tenderness awaiting you in that dark, wanting gaze of his.

The swoop was back in your belly, your chest fluttering with joy as your face softened and you slid your hand against Ransom’s ruddy cheek and reeled him in for another kiss. 

You kissed him slowly this time, your lips languid against his, loving him without speaking a single word and savoring the taste of him on your tongue as he groaned into your mouth. 

Ransom’s hand squeezed your hip, hitching your leg up higher as he rolled you over onto your back, settling his big, lean body on top of yours. His hand kept on ascending, until it found yours and he laced your fingers together as he held your hand down against the rumpled sheets beside your head. 

His lust-blown gaze found yours just as he drove balls deep into your needy pussy, his kiss-swollen lips trapping your moan between your mouths as he dropped his forehead to yours and panted. 

You breathed his name as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself a moment to just feel him, all of him filling you up, making your cunt flutter and clench as that needy string pulled taut and wanting deep within the core of you. 

The thought was sudden but genuine as you realized that you could happily spend the rest of your life just like this - locked together with Ransom, filled by him, consumed by him, wholly his and no other’s as you basked in every single second of being with him, being his other half, his person.

Because he was most definitely, unequivocally yours.

“Hey, you okay?”

Your eyes fluttered open and you realized you were crying, blinking the rest of your happy tears from your blurred gaze as you nodded and shot Ransom an abashed smile. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Really good,” you promised, tipping your face up and kissing him gently. 

“You sure?” he asked, swiping away a lingering tear from your cheek and watching you closely as you nodded again. 

“Promise.” You rocked your hips, clenching around him on purpose. “Make us both feel good.”

“Jesus, you’re bossy.”

Ransom cracked a grin at your giggle, giving your hand still clasped in his a squeeze before his hips started to move. 

Soon your bodies were working together in tandem, writhing and rocking in a sensual push and pull that had words lost to you both as you pressed close and kissed each other frantically between sharp gasps and throaty moans. 

It felt like your body was soaring, rising higher and higher toward the peak of your pleasure, and you knew that Ransom was nearly there, too. You could feel it by the way his rhythm was growing jerky, the way he was grunting against your ear and rutting into you desperately, wildly.

He suddenly flipped you over, making you gasp and then groan as you settled over him. You felt him so much deeper than before, grinding against him and meeting his fucked out gaze as his big hands shot to your hips and guided the bounce of your body on top of his. 

“Cum for me, kitten, come on, wanna feel you,” he moaned, planting his feet on the mattress and pounding up into you from below. 

All it took was a few swipes of your own fingers against your clit before your orgasm was slamming into you, whiting out your vision and making your head buzz as it dropped back and you keened long and loud as you writhed atop Ransom as you rode out your release.

The wave of ecstasy was just starting to recede from your body as Ransom came, and you distantly thanked every deity in existence for gifting you this moment, witnessing his unabashed pleasure, because of you.

Ransom was beautiful as he surrendered to his own bliss, his hair wild and flopping over his forehead, his handsome face rosy with exertion and shining with sweat.

But it was the way his eyes were fixed on you so avidly–so intently–as he gripped your hips and drove into your messy, overwrought cunt that final few times that had another small rise fluttering through you and drawing out his own climax.

It was one of your favorite things - being locked in Ransom’s feral, possessive gaze as his cock throbbed deep inside you and he filled you with his cum. You shuddered atop him as you felt the last few twitches and pulses of his cock, your body hyperaware and your mind already settling into that blissed out, floaty state that had you sighing your content as you stretched out over Ransom’s body just as he went pliant beneath you.

Humming your satisfaction, you knocked your nose against his, finding that soft, warm look awaiting you in Ransom’s eyes as you met his gaze just before you were kissing him just as gently as he had been watching you a moment ago.

Feeling sleepy and playful as you pulled away and clocked Ransom’s happy, boyish grin, you spared him a cat-that-got-the-cream kind of smile as you teased, “Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna write a sonnet about it tomorrow,” he deadpanned without missing a beat.

Laughing, you stole one more peck from his lips before happily sinking down on top of him and hugging him like a clingy koala.

Ransom was quiet for a few moments, his big, soft hands slowly dragging up and down your bare back in soothing strokes. “Let me clean you up,” he murmured, trying to shift out from beneath you. 

“Noooo,” you whined, holding him tighter and clenching around his cock, which was still tucked deep inside of you, on purpose. “Not yet. Love being filled by you.”

He grinned at your slurred words, tone playful as he hummed, “My little cockwarming gremlin,” and nearly laughed outright when you just wordlessly hummed right back at him in confirmation.

Feeling soft–and happy–Ransom settled beneath you once more, his own gaze growing more half-lidded with each quiet second that passed. Still, he couldn’t help but force himself to stay awake, just a little while longer.

He had something on his mind, gnawing away, something he needed to say, but he wanted to make sure that you weren’t awake before saying it, because he wasn’t quite brave enough yet to say such things to you outright.

When he was sure that you were asleep, Ransom smoothed a hand over your head, nosing at your crown as he finally confessed on a whisper, “My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

“I know…” you replied instantly, sleepily, but still awake after all. 

You pressed a kiss to Ransom’s bare chest and grinned at the way he had gone stock still beneath you, caught red-handed in his soft feels for you.

“And ditto…stalker,” you teased to break the tension, feeling his big body shake with laughter beneath you.

“Go to sleep, jammies,” Ransom huffed for show, even as he held you a little bit tighter, enamored with you and your sweet, playful heart just a little bit more than he was when he first showed up on your doorstep tonight.

Sighing your content, you tipped your face up and burrowed it against the crook of his neck. Inhaling his comforting scent, you barnacled Ransom just as tightly as he was barnacling you as you finally, happily drifted off to sleep.

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