#and when you do so you're always met with purrs and them pushing their head further into your palm for more

[classicintp]

Can't stand it when professionals have objectively bad takes but they're legitmately professionals and you're just some guy. You recognize this, you acknowledge it, you even appreciate it in the appropriate context, but it's so fucking infuriating. Even if the professional is humble and concedes to your point, which is usually not going to happen to even the humble in general unless it's a correction directly being witnessed, you still have their diehard fans demonizing you because you proved their idol wrong (even if you weren't pompous or obnoxious about it, just the idea that their beloved expert was human and made an error drives them mad). So I white-knuckle it and say nothing and then log into Tumblr and blurt it out in the tags.

[yandere-sins]

Okay! But like... big male yan!omega? Big strong man who doesn't fit into any societal omega ideal! Who gets confused for an alpha because he is so imposing and mean-looking and towers over everyone in any room. Who wants nothing more than to cuddle and purr for his cute small fem!alpha. He just wants to impregnate you, give you little babies for you to protect, but him to take care of. Who is so strong that he can push you down and hump you during his heat/your rut. He uses his omega instincts/hormones to keep you close by. Bby, don't you want to provide for him? He keeps sending you distressed hormones, you need to be a good alpha and keep him happy. Be a good alpha and kiss him better, make him a daddy and let him comfort you when your own alpha instincts flair up. He will be your perfect omega, carrying you around and smooching the top of your head. He will have a ginormous nest to keep the both of you safe and satisfied

Aww, gosh that is so wholesome!! (In yandere terms) I love it!! Thanks for sparking that idea ♥

There's just so much to go off on, and we all know that omegas really wear the pants in the relationship because alphas are just so easy to manipulate. You'd instantly get concerned when you smell the drop in a stranger's mood, just because it's your nature. Yet, you find yourself comforting an unusually big and bulky omega, who immediately hugs and latches onto you as if you two have always known each other. As an alpha, you cannot leave a sulky or unhappy omega to their own devices—even if it feels bizarre to be so caught up with someone you met randomly on a night's out... You have to stay with them and protect them from other alphas that might sniff out the omega, even if the sight of you two inevitably leads to some confusion about who is who. It's quite surprising when other alphas want to get to you instead of the actual omega, but it is he who bares his fangs at them, and you are already drenched in his scent. Even so, your omega still accounts it as your win, letting you have the laurels when the other alphas scurry off in a huff. You find it almost funny, but you are thankful for avoiding a confrontation, even though you have mixed feelings about this situation.

That is until even your friends start to avoid you. They just don't want to hang around a fellow alpha that has an omega tower over them from behind all the time, menacingly. He's scaring them off, although you still believe it's unwillingly. He's an omega, no way he has bad intentions, right? You already don't smell like you used to anymore, and when they tell you to take care of your omega, waving you off with a pitiful smirk, and tell you to enjoy the mated life, you are so confused as to why everyone thinks you two are mated. However, when you confront the omega, you're immediately hit with the smell of rejection and fear. You hate your instincts for instantly reaching out to comfort him instead of continuing your questioning, telling him it's all right. You'll take care of him—just like a good alpha would. Even if you curse yourself, there's not much you can do other than to keep this omega happy. It's not his fault he looks a bit intimidating to others; he's actually quite nice when you talk to him, just like an omega should be. He might even be a bit cute, you have to admit.

You agreed to take him home when he asks you since it's late, and "you know how alphas are"—well, duh! It probably shouldn't have surprised you that when you go over to his place for the first time, there's already a huge nest awaiting you. He's not in heat—you checked that multiple times after you met him—so technically, you shouldn't have anything to fear. You aren't even sure if you want to mate with him if that had been an option, so it was better to be safe than sorry. But damn, that is one hell of a fantastic nest. The blankets and pillows are so soft, the nest smells absolutely delightful with pheromones that kept pestering your nose all night, and a purr escapes you before you can even so much but clarify you're not staying over. The sight of the omega crawling back into his nest, lolling between the comfortable sheets and inviting you in so casually as if you already belong there, makes you gulp, your instincts rampaging, making you want to join him. Society and everyone around you conditioned you to not refuse your omega. Still, even though your body resists, your hormones spiking as you feel a rut incoming, you are so proud of yourself for turning on your heel and running.

It feels like you are a complete disappointment as an alpha, though.

You can't do it! Reasonably, you know that, but your body thinks otherwise. Ruts are too painful and tiresome without a mate to take care of you, and there had been a perfectly capable omega ready to embrace you. And you left. You barely get away a few blocks before you break down, your rut so spitefully overwhelming you, shutting down all your senses, dignity, and pride, that all you can think of is crawling back to the omega and begging him to help you. But even if you want to go back, need to go back, you can't bring yourself to it. All kinds of excuses come to mind: you're not in a place to provide the family life all omegas want, he's probably just using you for his own needs, you're too young to settle with the first omega that crosses your path, and you barely know the omega at all, you two only just me! You can't just get swept off your feet by the first omega that shows you his nest! And besides comforting him a few times, it's not like you two have a deeper relationship—you two are probably not even in love it's all just hormones!

You smell him before he even comes around the corner. Undoubtedly, he smells you, too. His eyes are instantly fixated on the picture of misery you must look like as you sit there on the sidewalk. He probably hates you for refusing him, and you get scared, hoping he won't abuse his power over you. But when he opens his mouth, it's all just sounds of comfort, his arms so strong and warm as he hugs you to his chest, lifting you up. He's not mad at all, and the alpha in you is overjoyed to smell his relief and be treated gently, even if you failed him before. He keeps asking you if you want his help, so concerned with your consent and how could you hold back? You know this omega will help you take care of the rut, make you forget about your inadequacies, and make a family while you two are at it. It's what you want—everyone wants it, right? Who needs free will when you can let your instincts take over and have an omega take care of you and the family you are about to make.

His neck is so perfectly, incidentally exposed to you; how can you not sink your fangs into it, marking this omega as yours while he takes you back to his nest, back home? Everything smells so amazingly, the omega is overjoyed, and you are happy. He's grinning from ear to ear as he puts you back down into his nest, sinking his fangs into your shoulder, your thigh, the nape of your neck. You've not made yourself a good alpha to bond so heavily to, but he does it with pleasure as he starts to take care of the mind-fogging rut that overwrites all your common sense.

"You're mine now. And I'm not letting you go," he says before biting you again and again, every fiber of your being stimulated as you press into him, moaning as if you are the omega in heat. You almost forget you're the alpha, but before that happens, you flip you both around, and the omega lets you, emitting sounds and smells of delight over you taking control, praising you just like a good omega should. So you make sure your omega is comfortable before exploring his body, making sure that by the time you spread your legs, your omega is just as happy as he makes you.

And from now on, you'll do everything to keep it that way.

Just like a good alpha should.

[pearlymel]

A baby ?!

Summery: his departure always bugs you, and surprise, it was just your lil hormones messing with you.

Wc: 3.4k

Warnings: Fem!reader, sfw because we decided to be sweet, pregnancy, reader is pregnant, there are some suggestive comments but that's all. Happy ending because i love yall.

Part one and two if you missed it my loves.

Notes: welcome to part 3 which i believe is the last part. I am kindly asking not to ask for a part 4 because i have run out of ideas. If i ever decided to write for capitano again, it wouldn't be part of this series, it would be like headcanons instead, you could imagine the reader being the same, apologies for spelling errors and thank you. :)

Credits: the art of the left panel is by @/reaperpie

Fall was slowly approaching in Snezhnaya, and you had already expected it to be colder than the normal autumn. Which to your bad luck, it was not a suitable place for your picnic’s.

Your husband has continuesly rejected your date ideas, but you expected that anyway, you knew he couldn’t. He had duties to attend to, responsibilities to the Fatui, to the Tsaritsa, to the world. He couldn’t stay, as much as you—he wanted to.

It's not fair, You think while pouting as you stare outside the window with your chin resting on the palm of your hand, looking like a princess in need to be rescued from the tower. Your thumb toying with the diamond ring resting around your ring finger.

“Ugh, it's unfair baby.” You slump back on the bed, while your little fur baby only meowed at you in return, the orange cat jumping on the bed to make itself warm on your lap. “meow back if he doesn't love me.”

You're met with silence, only happy purrs reach your ears, and you grin, “obviously he loves me, obsessed even.” Your hand reaches to slowly pat the kitty.

“I miss him.” You sigh dreamily, deciding to stand up while carrying kitty with you so it doesn't feel left out. You make your way towards the desk in the corner, pulling the seat to take your place before pushing yourself closer to the desk.

You rest the kitten on your lap again—who quickly adjusts like nothing happened, looking as sleepy as ever.

You open the drawers to take an envelope, some wax, a stamp, a paper, and a quill.

Yeah, you're going to write him a letter, he said he didn't mind recieving even hundreds of letters from you.

How romantic.

“Dear, husband.” You start, dipping the quill in ink to brush it along the neat surface of the paper.

“i miss you.” you narrow your eyes at the empty page, saying that you miss him felt too boring.

“i utterly miss being next to you.” Hm, it lacks excitement.

“Please come back soon or i will run away.” Huh, you could already imagine the army's he would send to search for you.

“i want you inside—” okay, now you're being desperate.

You rest your arms on the desk, leaning your head on them while sighing.

—

“Do you know when will he return?” You politely ask one of the guards in front of the estate’s gate. Your hands together behind your back.

A leaf flew by in front of the guards with still no answer from them, and you narrow your eyes, wondering if they even heard you in the first place.

Finally, one of them shook their head and you only sigh in resignation, “thank you.” You mumble before heading your way back inside the estate.

It has been more than two weeks since he left, and he would sometimes send you neat letters to inform you about his well being, but the last letter you received was about a week ago, it was worrying you.

“My lady, are you okay?” Your personal maid, Marina, asked out of concern, watching you put an apron with a frown plastered on your face.

“Just hungry.” You take the glassy bowl, eggs, flour, butter, and sugar. Then you set them on the table. “I can help you.” Marina stands next to you, taking the butter to melt it.

“you want to make cookies, correct?” She asks, and you nod with a small smile. With the butter fully melted, you begin mixing in the sugar, beating the mixture until it becomes light and fluffy. The repetitive motion of stirring is almost meditative, and for a brief moment. “Baking is rather calming, i should've tried it before.”

Marina chuckled softly at your admission, a knowing smile on her face. "Yes, baking can be quite therapeutic," she stated, watching as you mixed the sugar and butter together. "I've found that working with your hands, especially when it involves creating something good to eat, is a great way to clear your mind," she continued, adding chocolate to the bowl.

You had both finished combining the ingredients, and the room was now filled with the warm, comforting fragrance of cookie dough. Marina stood beside you, watching as you shaped the dough into small balls and placed them on a baking tray. As you finished placing the last cookie onto the tray, you and Marina stood together, admiring the array of small, round cookies waiting to be baked in the oven.

The sounds of the gates opening is what catches your attention next, making you stand up from your chair to immediately abandon the kitchen and rush towards the entrance, your eyes searches him when you reach the front door, and surely enough, your husband has arrived.

He looked almost disheveled, tired, yet he still held a straight posture.

Capitano's weary eyes widened behind his helmet as you rushed into his arms, his body stiffening as if caught off guard by your sudden affection. But the tension in his form swiftly melted away as he wrapped his strong arms around you. His grip was tight, as he pulled you against his body. He was silent for a moment, his chin resting on the top of your head, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he held you.

“I…” you want to break the silence, you want to tell him how much you missed him. “I missed you.”

Capitano's grip intensified as your voice reached his ears, he was more than relieved to hear those words. To know that somone dear is waiting for him, someone as precious as you that he's willing to risk his life for.

He exhaled deeply, "I missed you too," he whispered, making sure the words only reached your ears. He pulled back slightly to look down at you, his gaze raking over you as if to confirm you were real and not a trick of his tired mind.

Capitano allowed you to lead him inside afterwards, his hand careful to be gentle when holding yours. The weariness in his body was evident as he stumbled a bit as you pulled him along. However, he matched your pace as best he could, following obediently as you guided him to your chambers.

Being greeted by the familiar room before him made his shoulders relax, the only place where he can be himself.

"How was is it? Being away from your wife for more than two weeks?" You ask while your hands started working on helping him out of the thick layers of his heavy, dirty clothing. Each layer you removed revealed more of his muscular, battle-worn physique, the scars and marks on his body a testament to the dangers he had faced.

He paused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he noticed your pout. He reached out a calloused hand and gently tugged at your lip, "It was a long two weeks," he admitted gruffly. "I have missed you sorely.”

“I'm sure you did,” you hummed, walking towards the closest to grab a sweater for him. "Don't pout like that," he chided gently, "You're making me feel guilty.”

You try hiding your smile when you hand him his new warm clothes, your arms crossing next, “as you should.”

"I've missed that pout," his lowers his voice, "but I don't miss your little attitude.”

You shrug, “i don't know what you're talking about.” Capitano's gaze held yours unflinchingly, his eyes studying your expression. He knew you were baiting him, daring him to guess your reason for being upset.

"Let me see.." he started, his voice taking on a tone of mock contemplation. "Perhaps it's the fact that I was gone for more than two weeks and left you here all alone. That's a start, is it not?”

“maybe.”

"Or perhaps it's the fact that I didn't send you a letter everyday and left you wondering about whether I was alright or not. Hmm, that could be it, couldn't it?”

“Go on.” your raise your eyebrow while tapping your feet impatiently.

"Or maybe," he stepped closer, taking a few strands of your hair in between his fingers, "It's because I didn't come home and ravish you as soon as I returned, instead letting you pout and sulk and complain like a spoiled little thing.”

He could see right through you; the way you suddenly straightened your stance and tried to act nonchalant only confirmed his suspicions.

You gasp, ”whaaaat? Nonsense.”

"Is that so?" he drawled, his hands now taking your upper arms, his thumb thumbs rubbing circles around your skin "i will make it up to you, my wife.”

Despite his promise that you could do later, you wanted him to rest more than anything, so you make him sit down on the bed while you leave to get the cookies you baked together with Marina.

“You have to tell me your opinion.” you hand him one of the chocolate chip cookies. Capitano let the taste of the chocolate chips and the buttery cookie dough settle on his tongue for a moment. He swallowed, his gaze still fixed on you, before giving his verdict.

"They're good," he admitted, "Better than good, actually. Well done.”

Praise kink goes crazy huh? Your smile widens, and it makes you feel all giddy, as you took a bite of the cookies as well.

He leaned back against the plush bedding of the bed, his strong arms resting on his lap as he observed you. "You've been busy while I was away, hm?"

“Not really, more bored than busy.”

“… i am sorry. I do not mean to leave you alone.”

You scoot closer to him once you see how guilty he looks, you sit next to him, your head resting on his shoulder. “When do you have to leave again?”

Capitano's silence spoke volumes, pausing before answering, "My duties are unpredictable, and there's no telling when the Tsaritsa will call for me again. I cannot give you an exact timeline, and that is the reality of what I do. I am a warrior first, a husband second.”

Ouch, that's fine. Totally fine.

You knew what you were getting into when you married him, after all. Still, a part of you couldn't help but wish for more. The thought kind of makes you sick… quite literally.

“I think the cookies had too much sugar.” You put the dessert back on the plate before standing up from the bed. “Shall i go get you wate—”

“no, thank you. I can do it.”

—

You were rotting in bed. From the morning, and now it's afternoon. It makes you feel useless since you barely did anything.

Capitano left before you woke up, even though he promised to return later today.

You felt miserable, your body weak and your spirits low. It was a mixture of loneliness, hormones, and the unease bubbling in your stomach. Capitano's absence only made it worse, adding to the feeling of helplessness that had settled upon you.

You tossed and turned in the bed, the plush sheets tangling up around you as you tried to find a comfortable position. But no matter how much you shifted, the discomfort in your stomach remained, persistent and nagging.

“Make the pain go please, I'll take any disgusting medicine,” you tell Marina weakly as you look up at her while she sat on the wooden stool next to you.

"I can give you some ginger root. It might help soothe your stomach.” she offered gently, handing you the ginger root she prepared just for you.

“… i lied i can't take anything disgusting.”

Marina chuckled softly at your admission, "I thought so," she said, setting aside the ginger root. “Have you considered telling Lord Capitano?”

You shake your head, “not that he's here. It's not that important.” you cover half of your face with the blanket, “why though? Isn't it just a normal cold from the change of weather?”

It was clear that you were trying to downplay the severity of your symptoms, perhaps not wanting to worry anyone or admit that something might be seriously wrong.

"Dearest, it's not just a cold," she chided gently, "the symptoms you're describing are not typical of a mere cold.”

You frown, “is it not?”

She shook her head, her voice soft but serious. "No, it's not. The nausea, the fatigue, the changes in appetite...these are all common symptoms of something else." Shee paused for a moment, "my lady, have you considered the possibility that you might be... Pregnant?”

You immediately rise from the bed, sitting down with eyes wide to stare at her, "what? Pregnant?” you ask in shock.

"I shall ask for a healer right away, my lady.”

—

You stare outside the window at the dark skies, although your eyes fixated on the gates opening, indicating his arrival.

You almost flinch when he dashes inside your shared chambers, taking his helmet off but not bothering to take the rest off before he's gently grabbing you by your arms.

“where?” He asks urgently, “where are you injured? Who did it? Do not hesitate to tell me.” He says in a dangerously sharp tone, his eyes searching for even a single scratch on your body.

“what… are you talking about?” You raise an eyebrow, and your unbothered state made him confused. “the healers were here, yet you're not injured?” he blinked before sighing, his hands caressing your arms instead, “then why? Are you sick?”

“Sick… no not sick.” You tell him, your hands ever so gentle taking a hold of his face, “… but pregnant. I'm pregnant.”

You both stare at eachother, both of you holding your breaths. You have never seen him so distracted, like he didn't hear you the first time.

Does he hate it? You never thought of the possibility.

“Capit—” before you could continue, he's down in one knee and you're bewildered, unsure of what to do.

“you're carrying our child.” he utters out so softly that you think you might tear up—and you really are in the verge of tears. He takes your hand, he's held your hand many times, but this time it feels different, he holds you like you're glass, he's so careful with it.

“I swear to protect you both, and put you both first. Should anyone hurt you, i will not hesitate to draw my sword, if i ever hurt you… then you should not hesitate to draw your sword on me.” his words hung in the air like a sacred vow.

You tried to speak, to respond, but only a soft gasp escaped your lips. Tears welled in your eyes, and you could only stare at him, utterly overwhelmed.

Capitano's gaze softened even more as he saw the tears falling down your face. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his hand still holding yours in a gentle but firm grip, he reached out with the other hand, his large palm cupping your cheek to brush your tears away. “Don't cry, I'm here.”

His embrace, so warm, so protective around you that it eases every single thought in your head.

Everything is going to be okay. With him, it will.

—

Months passed in a blur of morning sickness, cravings, and blossoming excitement for the new life growing inside you. Capitano, as promised, was by your side through it all and he went away for more than a week.

He attended to your every need, from getting up in the middle of the night to find the most ridiculous late-night snack, to comforting you on days when you felt overwhelmed by the changes happening to your body.

You rest back against the bed’s headboard while tracing random shapes on the skin of your swollen belly, a hum of some sort of song followed after. You stop once you hear the sound of slow footsteps, catching your husband freeze.

“I'm sorry, i didn't mean to stalk you like that—”

“you're so silly. Come here, honey.” You pat on your empty side with a smile, inviting him to share this moment you.

Capitano took his place next to you then continued watching as you gently caressed your belly, tracing over the stretch marks with your fingers.

“They're beautiful, you know.” he speaks first, as if sensing what you were about to say. “Beautiful?” You repeat. He lifted your hand to his lips, gently pressing a kiss on your knuckles before he replied, his voice a soft murmur. "Yes, beautiful. They're a sign of life growing within you. A sign of strength. Of creation. That's beautiful.” he continues his trail of kisses to your arm up to your shoulder, “I want to kiss every inch of you, stretch mark or not.”

You've come so far with him that it feels surreal, it feels right, “i love you.” You whisper to him, turning your attention to him again. “I love you.” he doesn't hesitate to say it back, the declaration coming out of his tongue smoothly like it was meant to be.

His hand then moved to your growing bump, "and I love this," he added. “This?” You giggle.

"Mhm," Capitano confirmed, his hand now rubbing your belly in slow, soothing circles. "This. Our baby." His eyes flickered up to yours, "We created this," he continued, his voice with pride and awe. "Our love made this.”

Love.

—

Were toddlers always this fast? Because one second he keeps an eye on her then the next he looks around before she's gone right from infront of him.

He was supposed to play tea party, but a little butterfly flying creature must've caught her attention.

Capitano, despite his size and strength, found himself struggling to keep up with your energetic three-year-old daughter.

He chuckled as he chased her around the garden, his large frame a stark contrast to her small, fleeting form. As she ran past you, you couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of your husband's face, "almost got her," he panted out, his hand on his knee as he attempted to catch his breath.

“You got this old man!” You decide to tease him from behind, laughing endlessly from the sight. Though he shot you a mock glare through his labored breaths, “old man, huh?" he grumbled, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest. "You think I'm old nos, do you?" he continued, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I'll show you 'old,' darling." With that, he took a step further to sweep you off your feet, carrying you effortlessly in his arms, and your smile only widens.

“Me!” Your little girl raises both of her arms at her father, and he kneels down to carry her in his other arm. Now carrying you both in each arm.

“Oh, how strong.” You tease, poking at his bicep and he shakes his head almost shyly, “papa, butterfly.” Your daughter proceeds to show you both the butterfly she caught, the little creature doesn't seem scared of her as it rests on her tiny fingers.

“Looks pretty,” Capitano smiled, his expression amused as your daughter leaned toward the butterfly, attempting to kiss it. "Careful now," he warned gently. "Don't scare it away." He watched as the butterfly fluttered its delicate wings at her attempt and she giggles.

"You have to be gentle," he told her, his voice soft. "Just like how you handle the kittens.”

She gasps, suddenly remembering the cat that's half asleep on the grass with the three of you. “Kitty!” She shouts at the cat, jumping off Capitano’s arm so suddenly that it makes him gasp, worried that she might’ve injured herself.

“she's fine.” You pat your husband's chest and just like that, he's relaxed again. “i think our cat is tired of her sometimes.” You get down as well, watching how your daughter carried the lazy cat in her arms to run in circles with her. The cat that grew within these years, from a mere kitten to a big cat now.

"I think we should just be glad the cat hasn't hissed at her or swatted her yet," he sighed, and you hum in reply, “i don't think it ever will. That cat has been clinging to my belly ever since i was pregnant. Kept me warm i must admit.”

You grin when your daughter runs back to both of you, carrying the cat in the air, it's eyes almost closed, unbothered, "meow."

Tags: @duchessofherself @itsjustnikkixoxo @erasme143 @yvesswoo @mooshbb @bigboygoose

[mcondance]

he loves me (lyzel in e flat) — tim laflour

tim x fem!reader, reader is referred to as a girl, general discussion of tim sex wise, missionary, dirty talk, praise-ish, he says he loves you uh that's it, it’s a lot of elaboration abt how much he loves sex with you LMAO, title from this song (i love you jill scott <3)

tim likes sex, to get that out of the way. on the outside and to people who don’t know him, he’s a little dumb, a little odd and he seems like he’d fumble around these types of things, but he does not.

tim likes sex with you, way more than he should.

he likes digging in your guts, bumping your body up the bed every time his hips kiss the back of your legs, sticky and slippery from the mix of fluids flowing from you two.

with deep purrs pushed hard from his chest, the sounds of a man who’s in love with what he’s doing, he splits you open so good, ripping pathetic, guttural cries out of you, whiny moans that make fucking you so alluring. your arms clasp tight around his neck and you’re trying to ground yourself, and it’s always in vain, fingers gripping your own arms so tight the skin caves.

“belong here, baby, belong inside you, so so deep in you, go crazy when i don’t get to feel you,” he coos, almost singing it, his naturally ditzy tone laying an innocently genuine feel over his obsessed words. it's ridiculously pathetic, his admission of devotion to your cunt, to the clenches and drooling and soaking that your pussy delivers to him. velvety and gripping, he's a fool for it.

he’s telling the truth though, and you know it. you’ve seen what happens to him when he goes too long without bullying your pussy, fucking you like he hates you, like you owe him something. he gets all aggy, eyes all glossy and spaced out and he’s ticked off by the smallest things.

he needs to get his dick wet, needs you to get it wet, to let him fuck your body into the mattress and listen to your moans that have turned into pathetic little cries, spewing from your mouth with every jerk of his hips against you. hot skin hitting against yours, unforgiving thrusts sending shockwaves through your whole body, it's by pure luck that you and tim met, that you get to be pounded into his bed every time he gets the chance.

your pussy sings to him with every move he makes, honeyed melodies ringing out through the room, and it’s idyllic, perfect and so far from beautiful yet right there.

he fucks you like both need it, hard and messy like he loves what he’s doing to you.

he does love what he’s doing to you.

turning his head to the side so he knows you can hear him even over your enraptured keens, he lets his mouth loose again— "i love you, y'know, love you and your pussy so much, 's my favorite thing in the whole world, always so wet and tight and ready for me, always excited that i get to fuck you." he's elated, sure in the fact that you belong to him, that you are his to stretch and pound and fuck.

his lip ring is cold against your face and it doesn’t do much to help; it makes it worse, makes you really compute again that you’re being fucked dumb by a pretty punk who’s obsessed with fucking you.

it all sends another wave of pleasure crashing over you, and you're grasping tighter over his back, hands raking down the muscle. you almost growl, so keyed up and overwhelmed with feeling, good fucking feeling, rocking up the bed with every roll of his hips. tim's love for sex has opened you up, allowed you to partake in it at your most vulnerable level, unashamed and liberated in your euphoria.

he likes the way you take his dick, how you spread your legs and make space for him between them, how you let him fuck you to his heart's content, let him express his need inside you.

his big blues have drifted to something much darker, blue-black windows looking down at one of the best parts of it all, to where ropes of your cream span from your slick lips to his wild hair.

he huffs out a laugh, breathing "yeah, look at that,” dark eyes hazy and gleaming.

he knows you're being fucked too good to even give a fuck about what it looks like, but he's a talker, and he’s having so much fun, and the sight is just so fucking disgusting that he has to say something; something else that feels like a reward, like a deity has blessed him with it, the gift of sex that he so confidently uses, whenever he wants.

tim loves fucking you, loves dwarfing your body with his intimidating size, loves the sounds you make, loves the sounds your bodies make as they meet again and again, as he nestles his cock right where you both know it belongs.

devoted is what he is, a regular fiend, only made worse by the way you fit so tight around him. every push into you is so good to him, brain taken over by how it feels to be deep inside your welcoming pussy.

every little jerk and jump, every melodic whine, every word your slur into his neck, it’s everything to him.

[fineprintedsunsets]

Кролик; Bunny

ೃ⁀➷ It's the dreaded time of month and all you want to do is curl up in bed. Your soldat has other plans. ೃ⁀➷ p in v sex. dirty talk. soldat!bucky. mentions of blood. period sex. (soldat not giving a fuck). breeding kink. mentions of pads/pain. fingering. possible typos. ೃ⁀➷ 1.2k

i hate my period so much, writing about this brute helps me cope🧸

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Oh no. No. No. Not today. Not now.

Fuck, You hate mother nature.

The sheets of your bed are stained a red hue. Little spots and specks paint the white fabric and your thighs are sticky with blood.

Your fucking period. If you had enough energy you could just slam a fist into the wall, broken bones be damned.

You whimpered and whined all the way to the shower, stomach aching, legs weak. You made sure to tear off the sheets and add them to the heaping pile of laundry in your room.

As soon as you stripped yourself of your clothes and felt the steaming water hit your skin, all was forgiven. The sound of water hitting the cheap chipped tile was so relaxing you would give everything you had to be in this state forever.

Unfortunately, a girl has a water bill.

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You changed your clothes, put on low-cut shorts, and bought a shit ton of pads. It was only the first day and your flow was already heavy.

The cramps were bearable, but you could tell they were going to get a whole lot worse. Which led to your current state, in bed, lights turned off, head against a cold pillow, and blinds drawn.

An unbreakable fortress of cold pillows and snakes you managed to hoard in anticipation for this day's arrival.

You couldn’t turn on the tv, the light was harsh and irritating. So you just sat in darkness, eating Resses and groaning in pain.

Your only thought was “when would he arrive"?

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“Кролик” (Bunny) a heavy voice woke you from your sleep. A familiar musk of gunpowder and him filled your head.

“You're bleeding.” He says from the shadows. You find your fingers gripping your blankets in both anticipation and fear. Your breath hitches.

He smells it, smells you.

“You need to be bred.”

Fuck.

The Winter Soldier, soldat, in his six-foot-tall frame, rounds the side of your bed. The harsh fabric of his suit, made to withstand all kinds of obstacles was now in front of your vision.

The soldat didn’t bother to take his combat boots off before sliding into bed with you. He kneeled on the mattress, denting it.

You waited in anticipation, legs slightly parted, breath coming in slow gasps as heat filled your entire body.

“Remove your shorts. Or is it too painful?” In a way, he’s mocking you, a way of saying you will always need his help. If you weren’t drunk off him right now, you’d recoil. Sober you would not have heat pooling in her core right now.

“Hurts- Soldat. Please take them off.” You wiggled your hips to emphasize. The soldats mask covers his face, muffling the groan he made when sliding the fabric off your legs.

Your body jolted when cold metal fingers met your clothed core. You tried your best to hold in the moan you held in your throat.

“Shh…quiet, кролик” You know there’s blood on your panties, you know the soldat does too.

Except, he doesn't seem to give a shit. His fingers prod at your entrance before removing your panties entirely, along with the pad stuck to them.

The soldat looks at your cunt, the mask hiding any real facial expression. You shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed folds.

He takes two metal fingers and slides them through your folds, gathering both blood and slick. The soldat purrs as you whine. “Relax -Going to hurt, stay still.”

You do as you are told, unable to stop the soldat as he places a flesh hand against your stomach, while two metal digits slide into your cunt.

"Beautiful, sweetheart.” The Soldat hums, pushing down just a little on your tummy as the digits slowly slide in and out of you. The pain eases at whatever he’s doing to you, and pleasure becomes more prominent.

You can hear the sound of your slick as he fingers you, your back arching off the bed as he picks up the pace, adding more pressure to your stomach. “Good, кролик. Right there.”

“Doing so well for your soldat. -think you can cum for him? Hmm?”

Fuck. The edge is so fucking close and your itching to barrel over it. The soldier can feel your cunt squeezing his fingers and can see the look in your eyes as you're about to come.

His metal digits speed up, going at a pace that is sure to push you over the edge. He releases his flesh hand from your stomach to pinch your aching clit.

It’s over from there. “Soldat! Soldat- fuck ” you cry out, heart pumping and legs shaking as he works you through it, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“So good for your soldat. Look so pretty when you come for him, so beautiful.” The soldat slides his fingers out of you, wiping your juices on his pant leg.

The soldier undoes his belt buckle, sliding off the weapon-studded pants and throwing them into the darkness of the bedroom. His cock is throbbing, angry, and red.

“Ready to be bred, Кролик? Take all you're given?” His boxers are next, his metal hand wraps around the waistband. The fabric is torn from his body in one snap.

Your legs shake and your hips squirm as he lines his cock up with your entrance, his body crowding over you, balancing himself with a hand on the headboard. “You're so wet. I bet I’d just…”

His cock nudges your fold, “-Slide right in.” The pain hits you immediately as the soldat bottoms out. You can hear him curse in Russian under the mask, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Skin meets skin as he gives time for you to adjust to his size. You’ve taken him many times before, but it’s different on your cycle.

It’s like your womb opens up a little more for him.

“So good, sweetheart.” He moans, sliding out to just half of his length before snapping his hips to you. You can feel everything. Every throbbing vein on his cock, every breath he groans through his mask.

The Soldat always has a primal urge when you're bleeding, he needs to come inside you, needs to breed your cunt.

He wants to mark you as his.

“Soldat-" you moan, feeling his cock slide out another couple of inches, until he’s balls deep again, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock.

The entire bed shakes with the force of the soldat fucking you, and he fucks you hard. He’s so needy, desperate to fill you up with his seed. His moans and groans do not go unheard as his flesh hand presses on your stomach.

“Watch me fuck you, Кролик. See me sliding in and out?” All you can do is nod your head, words do not come easily.

Winter Soldier presses that hand on your tummy, pushing down as he stills, balls pressed to your skin as his cock twitches inside of you. “Feel me in your guts."

A few more thrusts has you clamping down on his cock, and when the soldier feels it, he goes fucking feral.

“Milk your Soldat's cock while he fills up your pretty pussy.” The soldier does exactly as he promises, shooting rope after rope of cum inside you.

Later, he flips you on your back so your pressed to his muscled chest, cock stuffing you full, keeping his load inside you. The Soldat mutters something like, “helps with the pain.”

And damn him, he’s right.

[yanderes-galore]

Hii!! Could I get Daemon Targaryen with your prompts 2, 13 and 44?

Sure, I can try! I haven't written for him before so he may be OOC. I don't quite know what to do for plot... so here's Daemon trying to propose an arranged marriage and you turn it down. For self indulgence, this is female darling.

Yandere! Daemon Targaryen Prompts 2, 13, 44

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!"

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Attempts at an arranged marriage, Manipulation, Murder, Threats, You and Daemon had a thing in the past, Violence, Some intimacy implied, Forced relationship.

"Your father would love for you to marry me... a Targaryen would bring power to your family." Daemon encourages, a grin on his face as he watches your unamused look. You shake your head with a sigh.

"You often come to my House's castle to suggest such a thing. My father would never let me run off with some rogue prince." You answer sternly, Daemon then frowning at your words.

"Dearest..." The prince sighs. "It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you! I am the best knight and prince there is."

"Keep your honeyed words to yourself." You hiss. Such an outburst catches the prince off-guard. Whatever happened to the sweet princess he met months prior?

"Oh... now what has changed your mind?" Daemon hums, leaning closer to you. "A few months ago and you would've jumped at the chance to marry me."

"Plans have changed." You say simply. Daemon has a feeling he knows what you mean... but presses on anyways.

"Really? What plans?" Daemon continues, noticing you grow nervous under his intense yet cold gaze. A dragon should always get what he wants.

"I am betrothed. My father disliked your attempts at courting and finally decided to silence it." You admit, wanting the conversation to end. "From this point on, we should not converse."

Daemon pauses his flirtatious movements, moving away. You could see conflict in his eyes... but conflict quickly changes to mischief. Fear begins to run through your veins....

"That old man really thinks he can take you away from me, hm?" Daemon chuckles as if what you said was a joke. "My love... you don't really think I'd let you go that easily, do you?"

"Daemon... we've had our fun, you really should-" You try to reason, only for Daemon to lean closer to your ear.

"Wouldn't you rather I just kill them both? Your father and that rotten man you're betrothed to?" Daemon whispers, a quiet proposal to win your hand. He expects you to go for it... after all, you should love him like you did months ago...

But you push him away with anger sparking in your eyes.

"You're insane...!" You shiver, keeping your distance. "I'd have you executed if you dared to touch them! Why won't you let go of such meaningless flings!?"

"Meaningless? Princess... our time together meant everything to me." Daemon purrs, although you are not blind to the anger in his own eyes.

You freeze when the prince grabs your chin, tugging on your jaw slightly.

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?" Daemon growls into your ear, a hint of a threat evident in his tone. "It's upsetting you'd let other men get in between us."

Daemon then pulls away when he sees you stop arguing. Enticing Daemon was a curse at the start. Denying him your hand and heart might as well be the final nail in your family's coffin.

"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!" Daemon continues. "With those two dead... you'll rule with me and be pleased endlessly. My princess..."

Daemon hums, grabbing your hand and putting it to his lips while staring you down.

"Enticing a dragon is a dangerous game... if you want them to live, my love... there's only one thing you have to do."

Daemon yanks you closer to him, making you collide against him as he nips your earlobe playfully.

"Anull your betrothal..." Daemon whispers, kissing your neck.

"Pledge yourself completely to me."

[earlysunshines]

have we met before?

myoui mina x fem!reader ; fluff, angst

synopsis: you and mina are destined to meet in every universe, it’s fate, it’s inevitable—but that doesn’t mean the circumstances are always ideal for the two of you.

warnings: mentions of food

wc: 5.5k

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a/n: based on those silly little drawings on tiktok that also have my heart screaming and crying bc they're so cute but sad for no reason like stop pls you're just a silly little stick man why am i sobbing

“do you think we know each other in every universe?” you ask in a small voice, almost a whisper.

mina turns her head to face you, you’re still looking up at the ceiling, breathing slowly. “what kind of question is that?” mina responds, laughing lowly from the sudden inquiry.

“i don’t know, I saw it online,” you start, turning to meet her gaze—squishing your cheek against the mattress in the process. “something about people meeting in other lives and universes, it was pretty interesting.” you add sleepily.

mina’s arm moves to settle down on your shoulder while you lay on the bed facing each other. you look at her with a tired, warm gaze through weighted eyelids. mina softly drags her knuckles over your skin, it makes you sigh contentedly.

“so what do you think?” you press again.

mina just smiles at you and uses her fingers to push loose, messy hair away from your face. you hum groggily in response and lean into her touch.

“i’d hope so.” mina murmurs, looking at your drowsy state.

she takes a moment to fully take in your presence, then presses a kiss against your forehead.

“me too.” you agree, resting your hand over her knuckles.

in this universe mina has just moved into the city, relishing the beautiful, new environment as she strolls around the area.

there’s a couple to her right across the street. they hold hands and swing them gently while they laugh and gaze at each other lovingly—mina smiles at the sight.

mina spots a small restaurant from her peripheral vision, something about the plants growing around it catches her eye, as well as the simple design and lights in the front. she walks towards it, fixing her loose, gray shirt.

she watches a woman step out the restaurant, and that woman is remarkably appealing. the woman kneels down to pet the calico cat that sits in front of the calatheas plant, the woman’s thumb rubs the top of its head, earning a pleased purr.

the woman fetches a small can of water, quickly tending to the plants by watering them, and inspecting them a bit after.

mina makes her way over and catches the attention of the waitress in the apron—the same woman who had tended to the plants. She turns and smiles immediately at mina, setting the can down and greeting her.

“hi, can i help you?” she asks. the woman’s voice is enchanting, it’s soft and welcoming.

mina nods then eyes the rest of the restaurant, it’s quite cozy.

“yes, do you serve lunch?” mina asks.

“yes ma’am, come on in, i can find a seat for you. it’s not too busy at the moment.” the woman says, urging mina to follow her, “there’s only our regulars here at the moment, many empty seats for a lovely lady like you.” mina’s lips curve upward from the unexpected compliment.

the woman leads her to a little table near the window, a small pot occupies it and it holds a healthy-looking fern in it. the waitress hands the menu over to her with both hands—which mina accepts gracefully.

“i’m y/n,” you start, “i’ll be your waitress. i’ll be back in a couple of minutes, take your time.”

what a wonderful name.

when you return, mina has picked out what she would like to order. you approach the table with your signature grin—one mina finds very captivating, sweet, and cute. she has trouble keeping her eyes off your lips for a moment.

“ready to order miss?”

“yes. may i have a bowl of the glass noodles?” mina asks. you nod and started to write on the small notepad in your hand.

“yes ma’am, anything else?”

“green tea would be great.”

“alright. by the way, the glass noodles come with a side dish, any protein on the menu-“ you point to the protein options on the menu with your pen, “there.”

mina reads through the options: salmon, tuna, mushrooms, tofu, chicken, beef, shrimp, and pork.

“what would you recommend?” mina questions, making you think to yourself for a bit.

“my favorites are the tofu, it’s seasoned very well. you can never go wrong with tuna or salmon either, but those are just my preferences. all the protein choices are wonderful.”

“i’ll take the tofu then.”

“alright. so, japchae with a side of tofu and some green tea for the pretty lady in the corner.” you say as you charmingly smile at mina, “will that be all?”

mina giggles at your boldness, nodding. “do you always flirt with customers?”

“only the pretty ones that catch my eye—you’re the first to do so.” you admit.

“i’m flattered, y/n.” mina responds. you smile brightly from how she uses your name, and because she’s tolerant of your stupid flirting.

You giggle. “your order will be ready in a bit. i’ll make sure to pull at the chefs strings to have it out as quick as possible.” you say, “anything to satisfy the lovely lady.”

mina laughs at your comment then rests her chin on her palm. “thanks waiter.”

you arrive ten minutes later and snap mina out of her daydreaming, she’s been staring at the window and watching the people of the city pass by. she could get quite comfortable knowing that a lovely waiter is within a one-mile radius.

“your japchae and tofu, as well as your tea.” you beam, setting down her hot tea and meal.

mina smiles and the aroma of the food pleases her senses, so does the waiter’s delightful presence. the food smells wonderful, it looks delicious too. you nod at her before scurrying to help out the group of elderly men at the other side of the restaurant, they pat your shoulder and make you giggle. seems like your presence is something that everyone is fond of.

as you swiftly run a hand through your tousled hair, the lines of your face come into sharper focus, accentuating your features. the black apron around your waist becomes slightly taut as you tighten it, giving mina a glimpse of your punctilious nature. you reach for a soft rag and press it firmly against the worn wooden surface. the tendons in your forearm flex with each wipe, they’re quite toned.

mina's gaze lingers on your arm, drawn to the dainty tattoo adorning your wrist. it’s a subtle flower-like design, its colors blending seamlessly with your skin—mina thinks it’s cute.

but it's not just your appearance that intrigues her. there's something intangible about you, an inexplicable familiarity that fogs up her mind. in the short span of thirty minutes, you’ve managed to create a tranquil atmosphere around her with the help of your dorky charm.

it's as if you have a unique ability to make her feel instantly at home, even though she can't recall ever meeting you before. the way you carry yourself so casually, the kindness and warmth that radiate from you, all contribute to this puzzling connection she feels.

you hand mina the check after she finishes up, the price is not bad at all. you grab her bowl, small plate, and tea cup, balancing them effortlessly on one hand.

“can i pay with cash?”

“of course, let me put these dishes in the back. you can pay up at the register since it’s cash.” you respond, departing temporarily.

mina shuffles through her purse and pulls out a few bills, making sure to tip you generously for your wonderful service and lovely charm. she walks over to the register, you’re behind the counter with a strand of hair falling over your face and tapping at the screen.

“your total is fifteen hundred yen.” you say. mina hands you twenty-five hundred, making you raise your brows in surprise.

“i liked your service.” mina shrugs, bashfully avoiding eye contact. she puts her wallet back into her purse, and explains, “i just moved into the city, i’m really glad i ran into someone as sweet as you on my first day.”

you grin and feel a warmth spread across your cheeks, “is that so? i’m glad. i hope you like it here, i’d love for you to visit again. i wouldn’t complain if a beauty like you were a regular.”

mina’s lips turn, it’s hard for her to make eye contact with you. a small laugh leaves your lips as you take the money she had slid across the counter, carefully handling it then placing fifteen hundred yen in the register, and putting a thousand in the tip jar.

you beam at her again, “thank you, have a great day miss.”

“it’s mina.” she corrects politely, “my name is mina.”

“pretty name. fits you.” you respond, ears growing pink. mina laughs and waves at you with a gummy smile—it’s adorable and you want to see it again and again. butterflies flutter in your stomach from the sight of it. the elegant woman with the cute beauty marks walks towards the door, and as you sense this fleeting moment, your eyes search frantically for something that’ll have mina trudging back in the future.

spotting a pen and napkin nearby, you swiftly reach out, snatching them up in your trembling hand and scribbling a string of numbers on it.

mina steps outside and takes in the scenery of the restaurant, it fits the lovely, calm neighborhood that it occupies.

“wait! mina!” a voice calls out. she turns and spots you, rushing out the door and settling yourself in front of her.

you hand her the napkin you scribbled on. “this is my number, i’d love to get to know you more.” you say timidly as mina takes the dainty piece of paper.

“you’re cute.” mina boldly states, laughing softly, “this place isn’t far from my apartment, and the food is good. there might be a new regular here soon.”

“perfect.” you hum.

“thank you for the food, i’ll see you again.”

“see you, mina.”

a tender silence envelops both of you as you exchange a knowing glance, the unspoken connection blooming with a newfound sweetness. something about mina seems oddly familiar, weirdly comforting—you’re not one to flirt so easily, but the words had just spewed out your mouth every time you talked to her.

you wonder: maybe you know her in another universe, you remember hearing about that theory from one of the elderly customers. maybe you’re good friends someplace else—maybe more.

in another universe, a complex web of fate had merged your brother, jun, with mina—a princess from a kingdom that held tensions with your own. their marriage seemed to hold the promise of easing the strained relations between the two kingdoms.

jun, the epitome of the stereotypical prince, perfectly fit into the mold. women swooned over him and he possessed the necessary “princely” skills, he seemed to have it all. however, beneath his "charming” exterior lay a massive ego, pissy attitude, and a small, smooth, and pathetic brain. he carried himself as superior to you, despite his cowardice and controversial morals.

as for yourself, in this royal universe, you were less recognized compared to your stingy brother, but still held a significant position. while you may have lacked certain attributes expected from a princess, it honestly mattered very little since you weren’t in line to inherit the throne (you didn’t like the thought of all that work anyway, so you were relieved.)

a generous freedom was granted to you, which allowed you to develop an intellect that your brother desperately needed, and a great personality compared to the prick of a prince. admittedly, you possessed a prominent physical beauty, attracting numerous suitors, but they often drew back after realizing you weren’t just a stupid, submissive woman who they could boss and fuck around with.

you had first seen mina at the altar while she was getting married to your brother—a fate so cruel it makes you want to object, especially only hearing that she’s a soft-spoken, kind soul—according to your father.

something about her seemed oddly familiar, even as you watched from afar. she turned towards you only once, and you made eye contact in that brief moment. your brows creased when your heart recognized her, yearning for an odd reason. she turned back to face jun and you ignored the sensation in your chest, figuring that the feeling in your heart might’ve been the sorrow you had for this newlywed: princess mina.

you never have dinner at the same time as your brother, so you’ve never had dinner with the new addition to your kingdom. though this changes when jun is sent away for the night (for whatever “princely” reason, you don’t know, and neither do you care.)

you’re seated across from your brother’s wife, and this is the first time you’ve seen her up close and in person. she’s beautiful.

you find yourself captivated by mina's ethereal beauty, unable to tear your eyes away from her radiant presence. every curve and line of her face is a testament to perfection, leaving you marveling in awe.

mina’s features are more than attractive, they’re perfect—no painter could ever capture the full glow of her visuals. her lips look so soft, the way her silky, dark hair effortlessly flows down her shoulders makes you yearn to run your fingers through them, losing yourself in their silky texture. as she gracefully picks up a piece of salmon, the way she chews it delicately, you can't help but be captivated by her composure and grace—damn, you think, she even eats elegantly.

when mina’s eyes meet yours, you shyly look away at the strangely flustering eye contact, feeling nervous for whatever reason.

most women would feel a bit insecure, self-conscious, and maybe even intimidated in your situation. however, all you feel is an unspeakable attraction from your brother’s wife, which has got to be messy.

It gets messier when mina looks at you while you avoid eye contact, and you quickly pretend to be busy by gracefully picking up a piece of salmon and chewing it like a princess should (because mina is right in front of you).

mina observes you, her eyes filled with a deep curiosity while she tries to sneak subtle glances. it's evident that she recognizes the resemblance between you and your brother, but you’re definitely the better-looking sibling. her gaze lingers on the white ribbon holding half your hair up, rendering you even more fascinating in her eyes. stray strands of hair gently frame your face, and as you tuck them behind your ear, her eyes follow the movement with a mixture of awe and allure.

though you and mina have never engaged in conversation, the inscrutable (homosexual) tension between you two is undeniable, as if you were destined to meet.

“is there something on my face?” mina asks, voice soft and wow, even her voice is beautiful. she tilts her head when she catches you stealing a glance.

“oh, no, sorry.” you respond politely, “i just, um, noticed your beauty marks. they’re pretty.”

(you don’t know why you chose to compliment her now and here when you’re alone in this dining room and the tension is prominent—are you trying to embarrass yourself?)

“thank you, y/n was it?” the sound of your name being articulated by that delicate voice of hers is enough to have your cheeks burning.

“yeah, y/n.”

“you’re quite pretty too.”

you smile and poke at your salmon, “thank you.”

two weeks from that dinner, you find yourself meeting with her and spending more time with the lovely princess since her own joke of a husband can’t do so. mina was never fond of jun anyway, he boasted too much, and you were much more pleasing to the eye—and her heart.

you lead mina around the castle, holding her hand and dragging her to the large library in the east wing. you ramble about the books you’ve read, cheeks flushing lightly when you go on a tangent about romance novels. when you stop gushing about books out of fear of boring her, she urges you to go on, giving you that signature grin that makes your heart leap.

a few weeks after that moment in the library, mina finds herself situated in your own bedroom. it’s a large room, fit for a princess like you. the room smells like peaches and is tidy for the most part, though books clutter some spaces and it honestly feeds mina’s growing interest in you.

the ribbon in your hair is worked at with your slim fingers and your locks are let down with a swift motion of the fabric. you run a hand through your hair and lead mina to your bed, grabbing her hand and urging her to sit down next to you.

mina sits down and you hum, softly while you lean against the headboard of the bed.

“are you tired?” mina asks, and you shake your head.

“not really.”

“it’s quite late.”

“perhaps.” you say, turning over to face her. “you know, speaking of sleep. i’ve been having dreams about you.”

mina raises her brows and giggles, “really now?”

you hum, “yeah, it’s a flash of different scenes, different lives.”

“sounds interesting.”

“mhm.” you sigh, looking from the mole on mina’s nose to her lips. “we always end up meeting. do you think we know each other in every life? like, maybe there’s other universes where we’re… maybe we’re best friends in another kingdom, or maybe we’re commoners.”

“that’s a possibility. you read a lot of books, maybe they’re creating that fantasy world up in that brain of yours.” mina teases, subconsciously scooting closer to you.

your gaze stills on her face, you stay silent for a moment and mina grows flustered as you travel across her features with your look. your hand moves over to brush a strand of hair away from her face, and your thumb rubs against her soft, delicate skin—just below her left eye.

“an eyelash was there.” you say, and her cheek grows noticeably warm from the contact of your thumb on her skin.

“i had this one dream, you know…” you start, moving your thumb along her cheek and tracing the side of her face with your pointer. you lean a bit closer, and mina does too, she stares at your plump, soft, peachy lips. “we were really close, like this.” you practically whisper, voice lowering as you mumble.

“yeah?” mina asks, leaning closer. now both of you are staring at each other’s lips, bodies reeling in closer as if there were a string of desire pulling your hearts closer to each other.

mina tilts her head and her eyelids start to shut, you mirror her action and do the same. her cold fingers find your cheek and softly caress your skin, pulling you in closer for a kiss.

her lips are as soft as they look, warm against your own despite the chill of her fingers on your face—though they seem to burn into you the deeper the kiss grows. the locking of lips is dangerous, especially with mina seeing as she’s married to your brother and all. the two of you know everything will have to be behind closed doors, love can be difficult.

mina pulls away with lidded eyes and you whine in response.

“did we do that in your dream?”

“yeah, a few times.”

“déjà vu i guess,” mina murmurs against your lips, “i’ve had the same dreams,” she admits before sliding her hand down to your neck, gently gripping your hair and twirling it around her finger. she kisses you again, your lips recognize the feeling.

in this universe you’re on the way back to the ice rink. you’ve forgotten your bag filled with your shoulder pads and gloves.

you check the locker room and there’s nothing, but you do spot momo’s unlocked locker. knowing the clumsy, forgetful teammate, she had probably rushed out after getting a call from that sana girl she’s been talking to. the swooning lesbian had most likely left the building in a second, you’re using that against her for sure.

“where is it…” you grumble, wandering around the locker room and shuffling through every corner.

a sigh leaves your lips and you head out to the rink, it has to be there if it’s not in the locker rooms; otherwise, you’re completely fucked and your wallet might come to life just to kill you if you don’t find that dumb bag.

you step into the rink area, your face getting hit with the cold air of the room. the issue at hand is completely disregarded when your gaze lands on a figure gracefully gliding across the ice, her presence seemingly ethereal. her movements are an intricate dance on the frozen surface beneath, each glide harmoniously transitioning into the next. you’re captivated to say the least.

her body glides effortlessly, proof of her unquestionable talent. with every spiraling twirl and soaring leap, she effortlessly keeps your attention on her, you’re enamored. her skate blades etch intricate patterns into the ice, similar to the way yours hack at the ice when you speed through players to score a point during your scrimmages.

the woman stops and her eyes meet yours, making you redirect your attention elsewhere, reminding you of the reason why you’re even back here past practice hours.

she skates towards the gate that leads out the rink and you quickly walk away, scanning the seats for your blue bag. it has to be here somewhere; you prayit’s there.

your prayers were answered—a blue bag is spotted on one of the benches with the same shoulder pads you had used earlier, you let out a sigh of relief.

when you make your way back towards the door back to the lobby, you’re face-to-face with the same woman who had been skating—she had been the only other person here besides you at this hour, further emphasizing her devotion to her art.

she examines you carefully. your hair is still disheveled and your nose is also pink from the practice you had earlier. you’re wearing a comfy-looking navy hoodie, as well as matching, baggy sweatpants—though maybe a slightly darker shade. the blue bag is held over your shoulder, sitting along your back while you carry it.

mina swears she recognizes you, the messy hair that falls over your face and that dorky, awkward smile you shoot her is strangely familiar. maybe she’s met you at this rink before, that’s probably the case.

“sorry, did i interrupt you?” you pry, scared to have disrupted her elegant performance.

“no, not at all.” she responds. you look her up and down, eyeing the full black outfit she wears briefly before meeting her soft eyes and appealing features. you pause for a brief moment when you see the two recognizable beauty marks: one above her top lip and the other on her nose.

“have we met before?” you ask, curious as to why there’s a weird understanding from her.

“i don’t know, maybe we have.”

“you seem very familiar, i can’t put my finger on it.” you mumble, brows furrowing lightly.

“i- i thought that too.”

you put out a hand, “i’m y/n.”

mina reciprocates the gesture and puts her hand in yours—a strangely perfect fit, as if her hand has been there before.

“mina.” she says, staring at your hands making contact.

“do you always practice at this rink?” you question, interested as to how you’ve missed someone as eye-catching as her.

mina nods. “i usually practice later or in the early mornings.”

“that’s why i haven’t seen you around.” you hum, “i practice during late afternoons.”

“are you a hockey player?”

“yup.” you respond proudly, shooting a grin that makes the figure skaters own lips turn. you shove your hand in your pocket and find your phone, checking the time. “i’ll leave you to your practice, you skate beautifully by the way.”

mina smiles and you contemplate whether you should pry and find out more of her schedule just from seeing the curve of her pretty lips. “i’ll see you y/n, hope we run into each other again.”

“likewise. have a great night mina.”

“you too.”

you’re a lucky woman, very, very lucky.

you run into the beautiful figure skater two days later, and then two days after that, and somehow you’re running to her after every other practice.

quick conversation and small talk is exchanged between the short periods of time that you see each other, a friendship blossoms quickly.

mina, with her quiet demeanor, has always been reserved, even around her own coach and most people she interacts with. however, something about your presence makes her feel instantly at ease—as if you’ve known each other for years. your charm effortlessly melts her tension away, creating a comfortable atmosphere where she’s no longer limited to her usual three-word responses.

beyond her enchanting beauty on the ice, mina's personality shines in its own unique way. her lovely features are undeniably captivating, but it's the tenderness in her remarks and descriptions of her day that truly warms your heart. each word she utters, spoken in her soft and honeyed voice, forms an urge to know more about mina.

not even a month later, the two of you find yourselves in a small diner sitting across from each other.

your cheek is in your palm while you listen to mina go on about her recent fixations and interests—one being the legos that she had finally bought after eyeing for two months. you find yourself laughing at the way she talks about the plastic building pieces with such passion and excitement, your smile growing wider with each remark from the divine woman in front of you.

mina goes on about her dream of being a professional figure skater, that it’s been her dream since she was a litte girl. she even admits that she’d love to travel to other countries to train and learn more, she’s fond of foreign training programs. the success she craves inspires you, and soon after you exchange your own dreams of being in one of the big league hockey teams. you give mina a little background on yourself, explaining that you lived in canada for half your life, which also happens to be the same place where you started becoming infatuated with hockey. mina nods in awe, listening with intent.

the two of you ramble and laugh and smile and blush—it makes the two of you so amazingly giddy.

the date is cliché, something out of a movie: dinner with a beautiful woman, paying for her meal, and then driving her home—before she leaves, you kiss her cheek—she blushes and kisses you on the lips, leaving you in the car with a flushed face and a dangerously quick heart rate.

most of your relationships in the past—if not all, have been quite rocky after a couple of months, but that’s not the case with mina.

there’s a simple understanding between you two, as if you already know each other’s likes and dislikes by heart. you’re accustomed to mina’s mood swings and troubles, always being there if she needed a shoulder to lean on. there was a silent understanding, and mina was glad that she had you. mina is understanding when you explain your past and the difficulties of pursuing a hockey career, and once you’re done shedding a few tears you exchange your first “i love you’s.”

it's safe to say that being with mina has been the best time of your life, not even a year has passed by and she’s had you swooning more than momo had been when she first got with sana. you’re hooked, you’re in love.

there’s nothing that could break you and mina up, not with the wonderful communication and understanding of boundaries. you two were perfect for each other, there was no way anything could hinder the relationship.

“can we talk?” you and mina say together, surprised that you said it at the same time with the same uneasy tone.

“you go first.” you urge, mina shakes her head.

“no, you go.” she responds. you laugh to calm your nerves, to ease your worries, to stop the tears that start to well in your eyes, it works temporarily—but mina can sense the tension in the air, and it’s frightening.

you inhale, then exhale slowly.

“i was scouted, they want me in one of the best training facilities and teams in canada.” you croak out, a lump forming in your throat after you speak. mina purses her lip and you can tell she tries to stop herself from crying, closing her eyes and turning her head downwards.

“y/n,” she says, voice shaky, “they… they want me training in korea.”

you blink and tears spill, rolling down your face.

“i think you should take it, mina.” you say heartbreakingly, “you’re very talented, i know it would get you far. it’s your dream, i know how much you liked the training over in korea.”

“i think you should take,“ mina cuts herself off with a sniffle, “you should go to canada.”

the two of you aren’t lying, wanting the others to achieve their own dream, but the inevitable product is the two of you parting. that’s the last thing you want.

if you had known that you would’ve met mina earlier, she would’ve been your dream, you’d give up everything for her and mina would do the same for you. however, these offers are something that the two of you have been longing for, and even if your hearts may shatter by taking up these opportunities, the two of you know it has to be your choices.

you pull mina into your arms, a bittersweet embrace. her tears stain your t-shirt, yours seem to stain hers as well.

“i’m sorry.” mina cries.

“don’t,” you sob, “it’s okay, we’ll be okay.” you add, though you’re unsure yourself.

the distance is impossible, and it’s already difficult to spend more than three hours a day with each other now, so thinking of how it would be while you’re thousands of kilometers apart has you holding onto mina tighter, knowing that you’ll have to let her go.

your flight leaves in less than two hours, and you still have to go through baggage as well as security.

a tear slips down your cheek as you hold onto mina, you don’t want to let go, you can’t, but you have to.

you two had a long talk filled with tears and runny noses about how this would go down, and you decided to spend the last few days together, savoring and cherishing the last moments of each other’s presence. sure, the two of you could see each other now and then, but it would be too hard to keep a long-distance relationship going when your schedules are full and your bodies are tired. the time difference doesn’t help either. it just won’t work out, no matter what obstacle you tried to work around, it was evident that this wasn’t going to cut it with the new circumstances.

so you two decided to do what was necessary: break up.

mina pulls away with tears spilling down her face, she’s wearing the sweater you gifted her on her birthday. it makes you sniffle.

“i’m going to miss you.” you say in between tears, “too much.”

“me too.” she says. her nose is red, eyes pink, and her bottom lip quivers.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i wish we could-“

“y/n, i love you. i want you to achieve this dream.” mina cuts you off, “i’m willing to let you go for it to happen.”

“i’ll love you forever.” you cry, “whatever happens, there’s always a space in my heart for you. when you make it to the big screen, i’ll cheer for you. promise”

mina closes her eyes and wipes her tears, “and I’ll do the same. god, y/n… i love you so much.”

“don’t say that, please my nose is getting stuffy,” you say, trying to lighten the mood. your voice cracks, it’s shaky. “i promise in another universe or something like that, everything will work out, and we won’t have distance keeping us apart. in every life i swear mina, i swear i’ll find you, we’ll meet and we don’t have to part like this and- fuck, god i can’t do this.”

mina laughs, it’s not out of amusement. she’s going to miss your dorky little rambling. “you’ve been watching too many marvel movies.”

“stop that,” you sigh, smiling in between tears. “but I swear, I will.”

“is that a promise?”

“yes mina, yes.”

mina smiles again before tip-toeing to kiss you, you get the faint taste of her salty tears. the kiss is quite long, both of you not wanting to pull away, not wanting to part.

your hand lingers on mina’s cheek, it’s soft on her skin, she melts into your touch one last time.

“i love you always.” mina says, using her own thumb to wipe away your damp, pink cheek.

“me too.” you rasp, “always and forever.”

[silverynight]

Accidental proposal

Tanjirou is completely healed now and he doesn't have any missions at the moment, according to his crow; he decides that it's time to pay a visit to Giyuu.

Lately, the alpha is the one who goes to the butterfly estate every time Tanjirou finds himself there, but the omega thinks it'll be good if he surprises him this time.

Ever since he met him and decided to spare his sister's life, the water hashira has been nothing but kind to the omega and Nezuko.

So Tanjirou is determined to do something for him in return; he just doesn't know what yet.

When he arrives at the water estate, he finds the alpha at the entrance of the place, ready to leave; the water hashira gets surprised to see the omega there.

"Do you have a mission, Giyuu-san?" The redhead asks. "I wouldn't want to make you waste time then! I can leave–"

"No!" The alpha cuts him off, grabbing Tanjirou's arm gently, almost like he's afraid the omega will start running away from him if he doesn't. "Sorry! I meant to say that I don't have any missions right now. Please, stay."

"Of course!" Tanjirou says immediately, beaming.

Then, looking a little bit shy, Giyuu stares right into his eyes:

"I was going to pay you a visit," he mumbles quietly, but Tanjirou hears it anyway and smiles in return. "Please, come in."

Giyuu himself makes them both tea and brings a few rice balls. They sit outside, enjoying the sun.

Suddenly, the alpha looks away, Tanjirou notices that the water hashira is blushing and he worries for a moment, but he pushes the thought aside when Giyuu says, almost in a whisper: "Can I scent you?"

This time, the omega doesn't get surprised. Giyuu seems to be a lonely and sad alpha who doesn't talk that much with the other Pillars, but he does get along with Tanjirou and enjoys spending time with him.

It's not the first time this happens; the first was right after Nezuko's trial, when Giyuu paid him a visit in one of the recovery rooms.

He was even more flustered then, when he asked to scent the omega, but Tanjirou didn't mind then and he certainly doesn't now.

Then, not knowing why he says it, he whispers back: "You don't have to ask."

Giyuu smiles, relieved, and pulls the omega into his arms.

Tanjirou is almost certain the alpha just wants comfort, even after Aoi said that's not the case at all. She perceived the alpha's scent all over Tanjirou the first time and told him she was glad he found a good alpha for himself.

"No!" Tanjirou blushed to the tip of his ears then, shaking his head. "We're just friends! It's only for comfort."

However, Aoi insisted that couldn't possibly be the only reason. She said he should ask the alpha to stop if Tanjirou didn't want him as mate.

Tanjirou thought she was wrong then and still thinks it now. There's no way a hashira would ever want him as mate.

They're just friends.

However, Tanjirou's inner omega always purrs in delight when Giyuu nuzzles against his cheeks and neck in order to properly scent him.

When he's done, he cradles Tanjirou's face in his hands and smiles softly at him, like Giyuu doesn't want to stop looking at him.

"You're the most important person in my life, Tanjirou."

The omega's cheeks turn pink and he tries not to gasp, but he's surprised nonetheless.

"You're really important to me too, Giyuu-san," he admits and it's really easy to say it because it's completely true.

They sit next to each other for a while in silence, and it's not uncomfortable but peaceful; they enjoy each other's company so much they don't need to talk all the time.

At some point, the alpha moves closer until their shoulders are touching.

Then, Tanjirou starts thinking that he'd like to have a good time with Giyuu, but he's a shy alpha who doesn't talk that much.

Maybe a cold soba eating contest? Yeah, that sounds good enough.

"Giyuu-san, I've been thinking about this for a while... I'd like to spend more time with you and since we're close, I thought we could–"

Suddenly, the alpha pulls Tanjirou into his arms and starts purring.

"I'd like to be your mate too, Tanjirou. You're everything I... I mean I love you completely." Giyuu cuts him off, nervous, but looking determined and content. "When would you like to get married?"

The omega blushes; this is a misunderstanding, but the alpha looks so full of joy and Tanjirou's inner omega is definitely not opposed to the idea.

Still, he doesn't know what to do. This is very sudden.

Giyuu must've seen something on his face, because he smiles and kisses Tanjirou's cheek.

"Maybe we should go slow," he says, chuckling. Tanjirou is sure he hasn't heard him chuckle before. He must be really happy then. "Would you like me to court you first?"

That's a great idea. That way they'll have time to think about the next step, because Tanjirou has decided he won't tell him he misunderstood the situation... ever.

"Yes, I'd like that," he says sincerely because he has realized that he wants Giyuu to court him.

This time, the alpha leans to give him a kiss on the lips and Tanjirou melts into it immediately.

They're going to be fine. They're a good match.

"I'll let Ubuyashiki know in the next hashira meeting," Giyuu whispers into the omega's lips before kissing him again.

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Could you write Rhys x ambivert reader? In case you don’t know what that is, it just means a person who has a personality with both extrovert and introvert features.

Ambivert

I think this would just mean you and Rhys are practically the same. Because as much as our beloved high lord is extraverted, he too enjoys his time away from everyone.

This would come down to Rhys learning your social battery capacity. He knows you enjoy a good night out. Drinking and dancing with your friends and family. Singing with Cassian and laughing so hard your eyes sting. But he equally as much knows that there are days where any, even the smallest interaction, makes you feel like your brain might explode.

So Rhys is always up for whatever you may come up with. You stroll into his office, saying, "Cass said he can be the last man standing if we go out to drink aged fairy wine. Want to prove him wrong?" And Rhys is snickering because, of course, it's you who's trying to call out Cass on his bullshit. "You think you can beat him, darling?", he would purr, making your eye grow wide, "You didn't just side with your brother..." Rhys laughed slightly, raising to his feet so he could step closer to you, "I'm always on your side, my sweet sweet girl".

He still ends up carrying you home while you're dead drunk. Muttering over how Cassian is a cheater and how Rhys should never trust him with his secrets because if that man found out about your secret snack stash. Oh, you all would be doomed.

But then there are days where you are curdled on the little sofa in Rhys's office. Your maté's presence is the only thing your overstimulated head can handle. You hear a light knock on the door. Instantly moving to cover your head with a blanket. If you can't see them, they can't see you, right?

Rhys watches you shrink into your safe cocoon. Before he mutters a quick, "Come in". It's Azriel, who is quick to read the room. His shadows twirl to try to look beneath the blanket but he pulls them back. "Wrong timing?", the spymaster asks. Rhys just smiles softly, making Azriel nod, "Well, the rest of us are going to Rita's. Thought I would ask", his voice is low and calm. You think about popping up from beneath the blanket but you just can't pull enough strength to do so. "We appreciate the offer", the velvet sound of Rhys's voice fills the air, "But we'll decline this time. I think it's more a tea and biscuits in bed kind of night". Azriel chuckles lightly. You push your hand out to show them both a thumbs up.

"Right... well you two enjoy it", Azriel says before leaving the room. The silence falls upon the room once more. That's until you feel a light tapping of fingers on your shoulder. You push the blanket down your face slightly, only to be met with loving velvet eyes. "Long time no see, darling", Rhys says softly, tilting his head slightly. "How about I carry you to bed?", he asks, "What about work?", you ask quietly. Rhys just shrugs his shoulders, "Can wait till morning. Especially when all I can think about is tea and cookies now".

[whereireid]

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 (2/?)

series masterlist | avatar masterlist

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader x jake sully

Summary: Ever since Jake Sully's rendezvous with you and Miles, he's been plagued by the urge to take you on his own. So, he does. Much to Miles' dismay.

— warnings: - unedited. nsfw content ! threesome, handjobs, oral sex [m recieving] p in v, extreme daddy kink

“You ever stop thinking about me, sweet girl?”

There’s something shameful which brews inside of you as Jake forces you to look at him. His eyebrows knit together as he stares down at you, the heigh difference making your neck strain as you gaze up at him, your mouth parted in wonder.

Has he always been this pretty? You never met Jake as a human, but now you’re really wishing you had. He has a lazy look in his eyes as he pulls you closer towards him, his arm wrapping around your waist and forcing your small frame to press against him.

“I asked you a question,” he says, his hot breath fanning your face as he leans towards your height, his beaded necklace glinting in the dim moonlight.

“No,” you squeak, your heart thudding in your chest as his fingers drum against your ribcage, your skin prickling with goosebumps. You flush under his intense gaze, his orange irises sheathed by his black and blown pupils. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Jake.”

Jake grins, his tongue running subtle laps over his sharp canines. "Good girl. I knew you wouldn't be able to get me out of your head." As if to make a point, he raises his finger and taps it against, beaming when you giggle down at him. "Do you want to hear a secret?"

"Yes," you breathe, ignoring the heat which pools in your stomach as Jake pulls you even closer to him, your body nestling on his lap.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, either."

His confession makes every nerve inside of you bloom with tingles, and you look away from him, trying to ignore the smile which threatens to tug at your lips. Jake's so big compared to you, his frame large and domineering, leaving you feeling meek and small as you wither from his touch.

It's embarrassing, but you're so horny. His presence makes you feel like a dumb bunny, and you hope he doesn't notice when you begin to gently move against his leg, desperate for any friction against the place where you need it the most.

"Jake," you whisper, finally confident to look back over at him, your face growing hot as he grins up at you lazily, his fingers brushing over the straps of your tank top, pushing them down slowly. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course. It's only fair, really, for you to give me a secret now as well."

You blush. Of course it's fair — that's why you asked. You stare at him in awe, admiring his sultry expression. The biolumensent freckles which paint his face act as a guide in the dim light of the night, and you trace your fingers over them, trying to hide your awe as he glows a beautiful shade of teal.

"You're really pretty, Jake," you murmur, trailing your fingers from his face towards his queue, brushing over the sensitive nerve. You don't miss the way his tail thrashes wildly as you do so, or the unexpected gasp which slips from his lips as a result. "So, so, so pretty."

You're grinning just as wide as he is, now.

"You think 'm pretty, sweet girl?" Jake's breath hitches in his throat as your fingers follow the braided pattern of his queue, his arousal evident in the pitch which now crowds his loincloth.

"Very pretty." you say shyly, biting your lip carefully as you pull on his braid gently, your body exploding with electricity as a growl catches in his throat, dying before it reaches the air. It's the most animalistic sound you've ever heard him make, and you try to ignore how slick and uncomfortable your panties have grown to be from your grinding against him. "Daddy really likes it when I do that to him. Do you like it too, Jake?"

A low purr rumbles from him as he brushes his nose against your bare shoulder. Your scent is overwhelming and crowds him, dulling his senses, and he gazes up at you, trying to ignore the uncomfortable throbbing which plagues him as you grin down at him. "I like it, sweet girl. It's just very sensitive there."

"Can I do it again?"

Before you can even move, Jake's fingers are wrapped around your wrist. "No," he says, guiding your hand towards his loincloth, and your heart races in your chest as he rests it on his growing bulge, the cloth slightly damp from where his arousal had been leaking. "I want you tug on something else."

You hesitate. Your fingers linger above his cloth, your eyes wide as you stare down at him. You feel somewhat guilty — your daddy isn't here and you've been flirting with Jake. Imagine if he was somewhere flirting with Lyle when you weren't there — you'd be furious!

"I don't know. What about my daddy—"

"—Your daddy isn't here, baby. 'ts just us," he affirms, his fingers careful as they tuck a strand of your curls behind your ear, his stomach pooling with warmth as you bite your lip anxiously and gaze at him with glassy eyes. "Besides, you're just a horny bunny who thinks with her cunt and not her brain, right? Those are his words?"

You pause. "He does say that."

"And your cunt is wet right now, isn't it, sweet girl? I can tell by the way you've been rutting against my thigh, thinking that I haven't noticed." He tuts, but he's not mad. You face flames with embarrassment, but you nod your head in agreement, because he's right.

"So, by that logic, if you help me out, you aren't being naughty. Your daddy will understand. You want me to help you get off, baby?" he asks, and you nod your head ferociously, because you want to get off so, so badly. You're so needy for Jake to touch you, and as if to make a point, you wiggle against him. His chest blooms with pride, and he brushes his hand over your cheekbones, cooing, "then help me get off. I'll return the favour. You know I will."

"You promise?"

It feels like Jake is about to die when your fingers dart underneath his loincloth. You're so eager to please and it's crazy — he wishes that he found you before Quaritch did, because you're just the perfect little human mate. "I promise, baby. My sweet girl, have I ever lied to you?"

"No, you haven't."

"And 'm not gonna start now. Come on, baby. Be a good bunny and help me out."

You're still hesitant, but you listen. Desire pulses through you as you flip his loincloth up, and you feel your mouth part in wonder as you wrap your hands around his girthy length. He'd used your mouth the last time you were in this position, but then again, you couldn't exactly pleasure him yourself. You were so cock-drunk and horny, pressed between your mate and the Olo’eyktan that you couldn't think, let alone move.

But now, your daddy is nowhere to be seen, and oddly, you feel more confident.

Hesitantly, your tongue comes out, licking a long stripe up the base of his length, from his balls to the head of his cock. You'd done this to Quaritch before, but usually he's guiding you. Jake is giving you free-reign — he's nonchalant and relaxed, staring at you with a hazy gaze as you give his shaft a few sultry kisses. When he notices your docile gaze, he lets out a breathy moan of encouragement, grinning when you eagerly dip your head down to his balls.

You suck, gently, your hand rolling up and down his shaft. His cock is exceptionally large, almost as big as Quaritch's, and you flush as his legs twitch involuntary as you draw away from his balls with a large 'POP!'.

Arousal ticks in your belly as you drag your tongue up his base, careful as you reach the tip of his cock. You swirl your tongue over the head in an even circular motion, your tongue flicking over the slit carefully, watching as he jolts. "That's it," Jake mutters from above you, his fingers tangling in your curls, his breath uneven as he speaks, "that's my sweet girl."

Beads of precum begin to roll from his tip, leaving a white glow on the base of his cock. You can't help but moan at the sight of it — you can just see Jake's dishevelled face, your view almost completely blocked by his girthy cock. Your mouth wraps around his cock steadily, and your cunt throbs as he pulls at your hair softly, arousal pulsing through every nerve, crackling through you like electricity.

"Oh, that's it." You're careful as you take him in your mouth, forcing your head down slowly and smoothly. "You know how lucky your daddy is, baby?"

You shake your head, your eyes burning with tears as you begin to bob your head up and down. Jake tastes so good, just salty enough for you to continue on, and you moan around his length as he bucks up into your mouth with a hiss. "Oh, baby, 'm sorry. Just feels so good," his finger rests at the edge of your mouth, which is being impossibly stretched as you bob your head up and down his girth length, "my good, sweet girl."

"Jake," you try to mumble, but it's incoherent. Your tongue focuses on tracing his veins as you bob your head, your throat constricting as you force your head down, desperate to make him feel good.

"You don't have to force yourself, sweet girl. Just take what you can," he reassures, but you know he's liking you stretching your throat because he's moaning and writhing like it's his first time.

You want him to feel good. The thought makes your core throb with need, and you begin to rut against him desperately, needy for a source of friction. He's close. You can feel it. His cock is wet, covered in your salvia, and he thrusts up into your mouth every so often. Jake's control is slipping, and you moan around him as his grip on your hair tightens.

“This mouth's gonna look so pretty filled up f'r me," he mumbles, and suddenly you feel tense, alarmed; you feel like you're being watched. Relief washes through you as you meet Jake's intense gaze, offering him as much of a smile as you can when his cock is lodged to the back of your throat. "You ready, sweet girl?”

Before you can even nod your head or agree, Jake’s finished. He groans as he cums, and you swallow, eager to please him. You pull away from Jake's length, a lewd string of saliva and a dribble of cum following you as you pull away, and you hesitantly lap up the rest of what you'd left, hoping that he'd be proud of you for cleaning up your mess.

Your daddy would be proud of you.

"Don't stop now, bunny. The shows only just startin', ain't it?"

It feels like your blood runs cold when you hear him. You can't move and you certainly can't speak; your breath hitches in your throat and fear prickles up your spine when you feel his hand graze against your bare thighs.

"How long have you been there?" you ask quietly, trying to ignore the shame which floods through you as Jake grips your chin, forcing your face up to look at him. You can feel your mate's heated gaze on your backside, but you can't muster the energy to drag your eyes away from the Olo'eyktan.

"Long enough to know that he hasn't given you any relief yet, bunny. He's just so mean to you." Quaritch coos from behind you, his hands parting your thighs, his gentle touch sending sparks to your core. "I was watchin' you rut away, givin' him the best god-damn head he'd ever gotten in his life, and gettin' nothin' in return."

"That's okay. I didn't — I didn't mind," your voice is hoarse and your throat stings from where you'd force Jake's cock down your throat, and you squeak slightly as your mate's finger traces the outline of your slits through your panties. "I liked pleasing you, Jake."

The Olo'eyktan beams down at you, tugging gently at your hair. "You liked pleasing me, sweet girl?"

"I did." You smile, your stomach pooling with arousal as Jake's thumb slides between your lips, nestling between your teeth. They're so blunt compared to his, a reminder that you're just human and he's much, much more. His thumb crowds your mouth, makes your jaw reside in an uncomfortable position, and his heart tugs with pride when he realises how awkward it must be for you to fit something as big as his cock in there.

You suck contently on Jake's thumb, your eyes growing heavy as exhaustion rolls over you in a gentle way. A strangled whine slips past your lips as Quaritch's rough tongue licks a stripe across your clothed slit, tracing your line of arousal which had bled through the fabric.

"You're so wet, bunny. Jake got you this worked up, huh?" Quaritch asks from behind you, and his voice vibrates against your clothed pussy. There's something sinister in his tone — he seems almost envious, and you whimper as his fingers slip your underwear to the side, rolling his digits through your slits. "Answer me. I don't like repeating myself, bun. You know that."

"Yes, daddy. Jake got me all worked up. 'M sorry."

He scoffs, visibly displeased by your confession. Jake's eyes linger on your frame, and you nuzzle into the Olo'eyktan, shuffling away from your mate. Frustration pulses through Quaritch as you do so, and he opts for getting you to listen to him the best way he knows how.

"Oh," you groan as Quartich swiftly fingers two of his digits inside of you, instinctively curling against your velvet walls. You clench down around him, the squelching of your pussy air making Jake grin from above you, his hands cupping your cheek softly as you whimper against him. "Feels good, daddy."

"You want this pussy to be fucked so bad, don't you, baby bun? You're so predictable." Mockery drips from Quaritch's tone, and your eyelids flutter shut, your head lulling against Jake's chest, listening to the racing of his heart.

His eyes are glinting with arousal as he watches your mate finger you, his cock now hard again, pressing into the plush flesh of your belly. It makes you whine as you feel it leak against your skin, beads of precum rolling against your skin.

"Yes, daddy. Wanna be stuffed full with you, please."

You whine as Quaritch curls his fingers inside of you. It feels like there's a rope inside of you, fraying and twisting, being ripped and torn apart as he fucks you with his fingers. It feels so deliciously good, and you can feel the familiar warmth of arousal pool in your stomach as he gently fucks his fingers into you.

"Stuffed full of me, bunny?" Quaritch asks, tilting his head to the side as you clench down around him. When you moan, nodding eagerly, Quaritch tuts, pulling his fingers away, and the loss of contact makes you cry out, the familiar feeling of your orgasm fizzling away. "Now, that's not fair on Jake, is it? I had you last time, baby. Don't you think it's fair for him to take you today?"

You pause, eyes flicker up towards Jake. He’s grinning, staring down at you with a frivolous gaze. “You like the thought of that, sweet girl?”

“But that’s daddy’s hole.”

“Daddy’s okay with sharing,” Quartich calls from behind you, giving the flesh of your ass a squeeze as he pushes on your hips, encouraging you to turn to face him.

You shuffle awkwardly, your lap now nestled back in Jack’s lap, your body now facing Quaritch, whose ears are pinned right to his head. “Besides, baby bun, you started this. Surely you want to end it.”

“Okay,” you breathe, desire burning in your chest as you feel Jake’s hard cock press against your hand, watching as your mate palms at the head cock. “Sharing is caring.”

A soft, breathy moan slips past your lips as you feel Jake’s tip push into your cunt. It stings, and your eyes prick with tears as the stretch of your cunt burns and licks at each nerve. He’s thicker than your daddy is, and you bite your lip as you adjust to his width.

Sure, you’re used to Avatar cock at this point, but it took a lot of training to fit Quaritch inside. A lot.

“So pretty f’r me,” he groans from behind you, your stomach burning as you feel his length press against your navel. “Look at that stretch. You’re somethin’ special, sweet girl.”

Your eyes lock onto Quaritch’s, the green ring of his irises sheathed by the dilation of his lust. His pupils emit an eerie, black sheen, his strokes careful as he opens his legs, smirking as you let out a whine.

From behind you, Jake softly begins to roll his hips. Breath hitching in your throat, a whine dies in your throat before it can slip past your lips, an intimate burn stretching your cunt as his balls press smack softly against your flesh as he ruts into you.

Whilst you’re not ashamed that your daddy’s found out, you do worry what he’s going to say once Jake is done with you. You can’t think about that now, though — your legs are shaking from his motions, a fire igniting inside of you.

Lewd squelching sounds flood your ears. You feel weak, dazed and confused, reaching out for Quaritch, but he shakes his head, his ears pinning against his skull. His eyes are slits, and he’s clearly displeased, but his casual smirk shows you that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

It feels good to be used by Jake. His hands soft as they roam his body. His hands brush against your nipples and you moan, the delicious, electric spark making you convulse involuntarily. His tip brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of your cunt, your body growing slightly weak as you clench down around him, the fire inside of you blazing.

It feels like there’s a knot inside of you, being frayed and set alight. It’s embarrassing how close you are so soon, but you’ve wanted him for so long, and Quaritch is teasing you with his cock, showing you what you can’t have. You paw at your mate, a pout on your lips as he shakes his head again, tutting as you moan loudly, your legs trembling as Jake’s breath grows heavy behind you.

“Please,” you cry out, clawing at Quartich’s thighs, your cunt being pounded from behind. It feels so good, so impossibly delicious, and you drag your bottom lip between your teeth as you plead, “can I touch you, daddy, please?”

“No, bun. Not today. Just enjoy what you’re being given. Things can turn sour quick if you keep talkin’.”

Your stomach flips, your eyes squeezing shut as Jake palms at your ass, gripping the plump flesh needily. Quartich watches, an amused expression on his face as he surveys how Jake tests the waters, the rolling of the Olo’eyktan's hips steady and even. He tries to keep you grounded with his grip, one of his hands coming down to your puffy clit, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers gently, the overstimulating touch causing you to cry out.

"Look at that pretty little mouth, all open 'n beginn' to be fucked. It's a shame you can't touch today, bun, I know how badly you want to choke on me. I could tease you all night," Quaritch cools, his fingers a cool contrast to the warmth of your face, eyes flickering over to the Olo’eyktan' behind you, "but Jakey-boy there can't. He looks like he's about to explode."

"I can go all night," Jake says, but it comes out more like a breathy whine, and you moan as his thrusts grow sloppier and jagged. He doesn't sound like he can, his voice teetering over the edge, and you buck back into him, meeting his thrusts.

"But he can't. He can't deal with that tight, bratty little cunt of yours like your daddy can, bun. Your clenchin' is too much for him."

You meet Quaritch's eyes, your own wide and cock-drunk as the fire inside of you burns wildly. "Cum for me, Jake, please," you cry, your voice shaking as you stare at the Colonel, whose teeth have clamped down on his plump lips as he edges himself, his lavender tip beginning to bead over with cum. "All in me. Please?"

"Well, how could I say no to that, sweet girl?" he chokes, his hips stilling as you feel his hot seed spurt inside of you, the blaze inside of you being snuffed out as you join him, his thighs growing slick with your wet as you come undone.

Warmth flashes over your face, and your eyes sting as you open them, a salty taste flooding your mouth as Quaritch finishes on your face, a satisfied grin on his lips as he rolls his hand up and down, palming his tip carefully.

"I thought you needed a tasteful reminder of who you belong to," he chuckles, your cunt growing slick as he pushes his thumb in your mouth, urging you to suck away the beads of cum which painted his skin.

You feel warm and gooey, your stomach blooming with butterflies as Jake pulls out of you, leaving stickiness in his wake. He slaps his cock against the flesh of your ass and you mewl, Quaritch's eyes darkening as he gazes down at you.

"Switch positions, Jake," he says, your eyes stinging as you meet his eyes, "it's going to be a long night for our baby-bun."

[casualaruanienjoyer]

post war Jeanpiku?

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting something so tasty!😭 I love Jeanpiku. I've not writted Pieck so I hope I can nail it!

Anyway, onwards!!

Sharing a bed

Jean and Pieck bicker often. So often, in fact, that their tents at Fort Salta couldn't be further apart.

It's only been a couple of weeks since the rumbling and things were still looking pretty unstable around Fort Salta. Armin, now commander, was tasked with organizing everything from resources to communication. They would do manual labour during the day, and meetings late in the evenings.

Jean was Armin's right hand, and he was there to support him no matter what. But tonight there is no meeting.

The catastrophic events of the rumbling had affected the weather, making it extremely unpredictable. Today was one of those days.

The rainfall was short but heavy enough to damage some tents. Armin and Muller decided it would be best to sort out the issue during daylight, so everyone was asked to form groups and share some of the intact tents for the night.

This is why, unfortunately, Jean is now stuck between a snoring Connie and a smirking Pieck. His tent never felt this small before. They had to push two makeshift mattresses together to fit the three of them, and even so it was still very much shoulder to shoulder. Fortunately for Jean, Connie fell asleep the moment he hit the mattress. At least he didn't have to deal with him tonight. Unfortunately, he has other problems.

Jean rests on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling of their tent. His back feels stiff and he cannot relax for the life of him.

"Look, don't get too cosy in here, alright?" Jean is uncomfortable. Not that those shitty mattresses were ever comfortable to begin with, but at least before all this he had his own space. -Personal- space. Which is now breached by an intruder.

"Aw but Jean, I'm just trying to relax a bit" Pieck teases him. She's resting on her side, awfully close to him.

"Remind me again WHY you had to pick OUR tent to sleep in?" Jean groaned. "Why couldn't you pick Annie's?"

"She's sharing it with her dad, and his reduced mobility means he needs the extra space" she shifts to rest her head in her palm, elbow digging into her pillow. "Besides, I think we need to work on -us- a bit, you know?"

"What does -that- mean?!" He hisses at her, but keeps his voice low. He really doesn't want to deal with two pricks tonight.

"You know, I feel like you don't really like me. And I want to know why". Pieck's hair cascades over her shoulders, and Jean avoids looking at her visible cleavage.

It's not that he didn't like Pieck. After all these years, Jean still didn't know how to approach girls he had a crush on. Yes, Pieck is, unfortunately, exactly his type. Long, black hair, soft eyes and a nice figure. But unlike Mikasa, who was stoic and level-headed, Pieck was seriously driving him nuts: cunning, mysterious and above all, a seductive devil.

She knew exactly what she was doing every time she teased him around camp and every time she tried to hug him tightly. She's manipulative and Jean has no idea how to deal with women like her.

Every other girl he met in the military had always been very righteous, disciplined, well maybe except for Sasha. Pieck is a mystery to him. An alien.

"You're making it very hard for me to like you, quite frankly" he crosses his arms over his chest, sighing. "There's nothing to talk about, we should sleep."

"Ooor, you could tell me what I could do to make you feel more comfortable around me~". She whispers in a low purr, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"First of all, stop that. You always overdo it" Jean manages to look at her, trying to remain calm. But even in the dark she looks so beautiful that he can't help but blush.

"Overdo what, exactly?"

"Y-your flirting. It's not elegant at all." He mutters, looking back up at the ceiling. It's so much easier to talk when her face isn't a distraction.

Pieck's eyes widen. "Flirting? Me? With you??". But her tone is playful.

"Look, if you want something just tell me. I don't enjoy being teased. And I certainly don't like girls who play with my feelings" he shifts, uncomfortable. Now he's done it.

"Is that what you think of me...?" Pieck whispers, sounding somewhat sad.

"Well, you're confusing, that's for sure." He pauses, measuring his words. "Look...guys like girls that are direct." He sighs. "How am I supposed to know if your flirting is genuine or not-?"

"Kiss me"

Jean blinks. Once, twice. His face reddens.

"What?!"

"You want me to be direct? I can be. So kiss me." She whispers, pointing at her lips.

This can't be real.

"Pieck, I swear, if this is another one of your games-"

"Jean, I know you like me"

Silence. Utter silence. Jean wishes he could disappear.

"W-what makes you think that?!"

"You're not very good at hiding it, you know?" She laughs softly.

Jean closed his eyes, thinking of of all the choices that led to this very moment. All the times he found himself glancing her way. The times where they worked together day and night. The way she made him feel like he was falling in love again. He was already a lost cause, might as well go for it, right? "And what if I do?"

"Then kiss me"

💜This fic is now also on AO3 !

[lilith-little-world]

The Oracle|| Concept Oneshot 4 pt.2

Okay I know this is slightly later than I usually post but I got busy since I went out for nearly the whole day. So I wrote a longer oneshot.

This is for WhiteWings, who requested a continuation, or how Wukong and the reader first met. Since I have no idea what was considered their first meeting I decided to do a continuation.

Remember you can always send in questions or request anytime! Also extremely suggestive themes and grammar errors. Grammarly keeps dying on me.

The door squeaks open loudly. Announcing your presence as you walk in with shopping bags in your arms. You scurried your way to the large wardrobe that sits beside the large bed. Put the bags down on your bed ready to put them away.

“Didn't I tell you, this will be fun? You need to trust me more.”

Wukong hums and puts the rest of your bags down. Finally resting on the bed.

“I guess it was alright, but you didn't need to buy me any clothes. I got a huge wardrobe at home.”

You pull out a peach colored shirt, it was simple but what made you decide to buy it was because of the tightness around the pecs. Wukong had such a muscular body underneath his baggy clothes. You started to separate the clothes. One folded nicely in a pile waiting to be put away and the other put in a bag for the uninterested simian to take home.

“And you only wear that outfit everyday cause?”

“-Cause I like it, there's nothing more to say on the matter.”

“Do you at least wash it?”

“There's nothing more to say- HEY!”

You crawl over the bed and sit right next to him. Leaning close to the neck just before making a quick turn to his shoulder, bringing the fabric up to your nose. Ready to react negatively to a foul smell. Instead the pleasant smell of peaches and cream hits. It was a delightful scent that you had to sniff again, there was something else in the mix you can't pinpoint sadly. Wukong stays still, not daring to move. You hardly ever get this close to him. He was nervous about your reaction but sighs out in relief when you take another long sniff. Wukong couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. Something in his brain clicks, happy that you enjoy his smell as he enjoyed yours. Not even realizing his tail was hitting the bed like an excited dog.

“Enjoying yourself?”

He rests his head on yours. Enjoying the rare moment between the both. Nearly getting lost in the moment he started to purr. 

“Yeah, you don't stink. I'm surprised, I thought you never showered. How do you get a smell like that!?” 

“Excuse me?! I do shower, I may be an animal but I am civilized!” 

You take in another whiff. There were the peaches and cream but there was something earthy. Grass? Dirt? No, maybe wet rocks by the river bank? Oh-

“You smell like clay from the riverside.”

“I can't believe I'm saying this, but get away from me.”

Wukong pushes you off of him. You fall back, not even putting any effort into stopping.

“I didn't mean it in a bad way, anyway it's only natural for you to smell like that.” You mumbled.

“Don’t care, hun.”

“I kind of like it though.”

Silence filled the room. 

“You do?” Wukong crawls to sit beside your head like a curious puppy.

“Yeah, it's not a bad smell, so I like it.” Shrugging, you didn't really care. Since the peaches and cream smell overpowered any other scent. It wasn't really a big deal to you, nevertheless for Wukong, it was another story.

There was a sudden switch with him. He immediately got on top of you. Bringing him close to you, hands beside your head and his knees separating yours. His eyes hold an emotion you hardly saw from him, pupils dilated, as it bore into you. Recognizing this look from earlier before. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots on where this may lead.

“You're getting easier to mess with you recently.”

“Say the word and I’ll stop, peaches.” His expression was intense, filled with strong emotions. 

“I never said I didn’t like it or to stop?” a smirk reaches your face, getting excited.

“Oh really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I..” He brought his head down to your neck. Giving light kisses, before taking a nibble. You couldn’t stop yourself taking an audible gasp.

“Y-you’re really teasing me right now? Here I thought you were being serious.”

“Oh I am, but you have a bad habit of teasing me out in public. Don’t think I had forgotten that stunt you pulled at the cafe.” Wukong bites your shoulder harshly, showing how he didn’t appreciate that trick.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. I just wanted to-“ You lean in close to his ear. “Spend all night within your arms.” 

“Playing innocent, all while seducing me huh? I wonder how long it will be until your little act breaks.”

He went back sucking on your neck. A gasp escapes from your lips, hands clinging to his back. Wukong groans from the action. He was about to take it further.

Until a loud knock on the door stops you both. 

You glance at the door and at Wukong. He gave you the same look. 

“Maybe if we stay quiet, they'll leave-” You whispered before a familiar voice spoke.

“I know you two are in there, hurry up and open the door.” 

Wukong got off of you and huffed. You quickly fix yourself up and try to look decent. You went to open the door and see why the hell he came over here.

“Macaque, what brings you here?”

He brought the almond colored dog up to your face. She barks excitedly to have finally found you. You raise an eyebrow at the dark fur simian standing in front of you.

“I thought Mk and the others were watching her?”

He puts the dog down as she rushes into the room.

“Well, I just saw her running around the streets looking for you.” He waltzes right into the room, noticing a very annoyed Wukong.

“What got you pissed off now?” 

“Well seeing you is a good enough reason for me.”

“You two stop it! No fighting, I would like to have this room in one piece.” 

You close the door and look at the two demons ready to fight. The small dog jumps on the bed ready to play. 

“Y/n, you can honestly do so much better than this guy.” Macaque states. His eyes never left Wukong's glare.

“Sorry to break it to ya, but there's no one better than me!”

“Oh, classic Wukong! Still as egotistical and narcissistic as ever. Good to know you’ll never change.”

“Ugh- Y/n, tell me why did you befriend this demon again? Just say the word and I’ll send him back to hell.”

“Alright, that’s enough! I’m going to kick both of you out if you don’t stop arguing! Don't fucking test me.” 

They stayed silent and refused to look at each other. You sigh.

‘Better than having them argue.’

“Macaque, thank you for bringing Almond here.” 

“Hm? Oh, don't even mention it. I know this fluff ball means a lot to you.” He smiles softly at you before petting the dog. Wukong mumbles something under his breath. Which made Macaque twitch. You were going to call him out until there was another knock on the door.

“Looks like they finally came to tell you the news.” 

You roll your eyes at Macaque's statement and open the door. Everyone was huddled together as Mk and Mei were tearing up.

“We are so sorry!” Mk fell down to the ground and sobs.

“We didn't mean for this to happen! We swear!” Mei copies Mk actions. They clung to your legs, weeping. You just glance at the rest of the group, they all give you a nervous look.

“Look, we lost focus for a second and your pet managed to run off. We spent all day looking for her I swear-” Pigsy explains but Tang finishes for him.

“We couldn't find her sadly, we are truly sorry Y/n. We never meant this to happen.”

“Yeah, and they even dragged me along on their useless search.” Redson came to view. 

“-But we brought some food and tea, so that it might cheer you up.” Sandy adds, Mo meows on his shoulder.

You would have been upset, if hadn't been Macaque.

“Come on guys get up from the ground. You guys don't have to worry about anything.”

You open the door and shuffle to the side to reveal the dog sitting on your bed. Mk and Mei shot up and ran to the dog, hugging her. They sobbed even harder.

“Whoa calm down.” Macaque moved away from the bed as Mk and Mei were sprawled all over the bed.

“Don’t ever disappear like that again.” Mei chokes out.

Wukong pats Mk’s back trying to get him to calm down. You glance back at the others by the door, ready to explain.

“Macaque found and returned her back to me just minutes before you guys arrived.”

“So we spent all day searching for nothing?!” Redson says annoyed.

You glance at the large bowl that Pigsy holds.

“Do you think you have enough for everyone?” 

“Oh definitely, there's enough to last a whole week for you.”

“Well, then why don't you come in and eat? Just place that at the small table over there.”

“What?!” Wukong shouts.

“You don't have to do this.” Pigsy says softly, ignoring Wukong.

“No she does not, but it'll be rude to reject her offer, so start serving noodles.” Tang walks in a chipper mood and heads straight to the kitchen to get the bowls ready. 

“Come on pal, there's no harm in sharing a moment with friends.” Sandy walks in and places a teapot on the table. Tang already setting everything up.

“Alright, alright, hope you're hungry, kid.” Pigsy finally enters and starts serving everyone noodles.

Redson was the last person to come in. His mood sours when he glances around the room.

“I thought when my parents gave you an increase on that weekly allowance, you would have chosen better accommodations.”

You nervously laugh.

“Yeah I tried looking but I got used to this place. I promise to find a new house just give me some time. Anyways I can always crash at your place. Your parents love hanging out with me for some reason.”

Redson rolls his eyes but smiles.

“Ah yes, what do you call yourself again?”

“I'm your sort-of-auntie! So go get a bowl of noodles and eat. Can't have my sort-of-nephew going hungry when I'm around.”

“Strange last time I checked I was the one buying and getting food so you don't get hungry.” He walks away with a chuckle.

“Baaaabe.” Wukong clings to you. Nearly dragging you to the ground from how heavy he was.

“Whaaaat?”

“Tell me you're joking right.”

“Nah, stop being horny and get a bowl of noodles.”

He whines, stating how you don't love him before heading to the table. You just laugh and follow along.

“Hey Macaque, are you up to telling one of your stories?” You ask sitting on your bed eating. The others soon followed. 

“Oh, can you please, your shadow play is the best.” Mei says.

“Yeah you somehow make the story come to life.” Mk adds, trying to encourage the demon.

“Heh, alright, if you guys really want to hear it.” 

The room goes dark catching everyone's attention. Wukong just scoffs, which earns a quick jab from you. 

“Which story are you going to tell?” Tang asks.

“Hmmm, have you heard the tale of Chang’e?”

“Which one? There's multiple versions of it.” Redson asks.

“Well, I have my own version I like to tell.”

Shadows of people form on the walls. Telling a small story. You lean into Wukong as he wraps his arm around you. After the story was done, Mk couldn't stop himself from asking for another. The night went on with Macaque telling stories that slowly derailed to watching a series on the tv. 

It left a warm feeling in your chest to see everyone getting along. Since originally it took so long for them to even see eye to eye. You worked hard for this and you would do anything to keep it like this. A sigh escapes from you as Wukong arms tighten.

Hopefully, it stays like this.

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Bracket 5 Round 3 Poll 3

Opal vs Blackie

check their descriptions and propaganda (new for both!! pics, facts and a whole ass short video) below!!

OPAL

She’s never met a person she doesn’t love (although she was NOT happy when submitter let their brother watch her and he put her in clothes…) and she is so vocal!! Always got a meow ready for new friends

she just tried to jump up on the windowsill but the window was closed so she bonked her face on the glass and fell down. She often loses the red dot when chasing it. But she always politely uses her paw to request pets and snuggles, then gently pushes your had away when she is done. And! She is the only cat in the world submitter is not allergic to! She's so special and snores when she sleeps all curled up next to them and they just wish everyone could have the chance to cuddle this little kitty cat

BLACKIE

This is Blackie, submitter's little one-eyed wonder. He lost his eye to glaucoma quite a few years ago, but he's doing a lot better now, and still likes to play with his sister, Artemis. His name is Blackie because that's what the shelter named him and submitter's family couldn't agree on a new name for him so it stuck, but submitter themselves call him 'Big Boi' because of just how massive he is. He was once very timid, but with time and love and patience he is now a certified lap cat who will come right up to strangers to demand pets. He has a wonderful squeaky meow and when he purrs it sounds like two cats purring at once. He likes to have people watch him eat and he will guide submitter's mom over to the couch and make her lay down just so he can sleep in her lap. Also, when he lays on his back, he covers his belly with his tail. Pictured is him in his signature polite boi sitting pose

CATPAGANDA

BLACKIE

More Blackie propoganda! This time I bring you big boi in motion

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Assorted Blackie facts:

A brave man when it comes to thunderstorms. But the vacuum? His mortal enemy.

The friendliest cat at the shelter. But the staff forced me to pick him up and hold him to get a picture and he got terrified and peed on me.

We think, based on how he acts, that he may have grown up in a home with dogs. But the mark on his ear is one done by our local neuter and release program, so we don't know if he was a stray, an outside cat, etc. But he's one of the friendliest cats I've ever met.

Will go up to his sister and put his head down to get it licked. But as soon as she goes to lick him and flattens his ears and raises a paw like he's gonna hit her. Sometimes they fight and sometimes they just walk away. We don't think he's trying to trick her because he acts genuinely confused throughout this process.

Sometimes he uses his back paw to scratch the back of his front leg when he's sitting down and it's so cute <3

These are old photos from when I used to hold a camera down and snap a photo when they leaned in to sniff the lens.

Blackie is our older cat and is such a gentleman. He is eager to love, he does the quickest slow blinks I've ever seen from a cat. He has a two-layered purr, it literally sounds like a cat purring as popcorn is being made in the background. He lost his eye to glaucoma when he was younger but he runs around and plays and teases his sister Artemis like a kitten. And his eyebrow whiskers grew down over his missing eye! He's not a big fan of people food but he has a fondness for pizza crumbs (NOT the crust. Just the crumbs off the plate when you're done eating the pizza). He walks like he's gingerly stepping through flowers and he's so gentle that the one time I overstimulated him and he wanted to bite me, he just shoved his closed mouth against my hand. He has a super long tongue and if you scratch the right spot between his shoulder blades he will lick the air. He's my precious boy who started out so scared but he's so brave and social and happy now just typing this out makes me wanna cry and go give him scritchies.

OPAL

Opal propaganda: she hates the vacuum but is SO brave about it, we accidentally trained her to shake our hand with her paw when she wants to be pet, and while she has a water fountain that she drinks from she still prefers glasses that a human is currently drinking from (she just wants to participate)

Vote for Opal round 2, now with snapchat filters!

[slashyrogue]

Spacedogs AU: The Cat’s Fancy

Adam doesn't know why he goes to the park that night.

It's cloudy, there's little visibility, and yet he finds himself heading outside.

His breakup still stings from just a few weeks prior, and while he's sometimes lonely Adam doesn't try to talk to strangers much anymore. Beth's rejection made him think he's better off alone, and when he spots people in the park he avoids them heading as far back as he can possibly get hoping for just a glimpse of the stars outside.

But when he hears a hiss coming from the bushes behind him he freezes.

Everyone knows shifters aren't prone to attacking humans, mostly other shifters, but he's still never met one and the sound is far too loud to be just a normal sized cat. He gets up from the bench, hand in his pocket to grab the taser he always carries, and is about to leave when he hears a whimper.

And he sees a clawed hand sticking out as if trying to reach someone.

Adam takes a deep breath and goes down on his knees, pushing back the leaves to see a man deeply injured curled up in the bushes.

"Oh!" he says, reaching to grab the man's arm, "Are you alright?"

He pulls, barely able to get the man out halfway, and lets go when he realizes he's right.

It's a shifter.

The injury must've made him stop mid-shift, his body half cat but still very human, and the blood all over him makes Adam's chest hurt.

"Are...do you need an ambulance? I'll call..."

The shifter grabs his arm, digging his nails in, and Adam whimpers turning back to look at him.

"No...no...cops..."

"But...you're hurt and...you're hurting me!" he yells, pushing him back hard.

The shifter crawls closer, and his ripped clothes make him shiver.

"I just...I need to...get home."

"I have to call the ambulance," Adam repeats, tears in his eyes as he looks at the claw on his arm, "I...I..."

The cat shifter growls, trying to shift again, and Adam pulls out his phone to dial 911.

"Hello? Hello, I've found an injured cat shifter in Woods Park. He's right near the cluster of elms at the back and he's bleeding and...aggressive."

"No cops, no..."

Adam watches the shifter pass out, going limp, and sits down on the grass beside him. He's surprised when the shifter comes closer, nuzzling his arm, and it feels wrong to be excited at the attention but he is.

He pets the shifter's head as a loud purr reaches his ears.

"They're gonna take care of you," he says, "I...I'll stay till they come, ok? They'll take care of you."

The ambulance doesn't arrive for almost twenty minutes, and the shifter gets so aggressive that Adam ends up coming along since him just being close calms the shifter down.

The shifter who, according to the ID in his pocket, is named Nigel Ibanescu.

Nigel ends up having many injuries that didn't heal because of the bush he'd been hiding in.

"Cats are allergic to hosta plants," the doctor says, as Adam sits beside Nigel, "It was...a fluke I suppose. Any longer entangled in that he might not have made it out. You saved his life."

They give Nigel some antibiotics, and after a few hours Adam can see the wounds healing rapidly which makes him look much more normal - though his brown cat ears are prominent on top of his head. Nigel hasn't let go of him the entire time, purring so loudly Adam is sure he'll hear it in his dreams, but he knows he has to go.

"You'll be ok," he says, "I have to get home and...I...I don't like it here. You'll be ok, Nigel."

Nigel makes a sound when Adam pulls himself away, and it's harder than he expects to leave but he does, getting home so late he passes out cold. Adam is grateful that he's off the next morning, even if he feels anxious about how much he missed the day before.

And he can't stop thinking about Nigel.

Was he ok?

Who hurt him?

Adam is in the middle of breakfast when he gets his answer.

The knock at his door has him confused and when he peeks out he stares wide eyed at who's on the other side.

"Nigel."

Adam doesn't know why he opens the door.

Curiosity?

Worry?

But as soon as he does Nigel pulls him into his arms, and the sound of his purring has Adam confused.

"Mine."

The word gives Adam pause.

"What?"

Nigel pulls back, his almost yellow eyes nearly glowing in the sunlight, and his smile makes Adam's heart beat faster.

"You're mine," he says, breathing in deep, "All mine, Darling. You..."

Adam pushes him off, shaking his head. "I don't know you, I...I don't...I'm not anyone's."

"Adam..."

He hurries back into his apartment, locking the door fast, and his heart is beating wildly as he looks out to see Nigel still there with his ears down as he glares. 

"I know you're there, Adam," he says, nearly hissing, "I can hear your heart beating. You saved me last night, Darling, and I followed your scent all the way here. You might not understand, but....I'm not going anywhere."

Nigel leaves, at least from Adam's view, and he turns to put his hand over the scratch mark on his arm.

What did Nigel mean Adam was his?

And why, despite how scared Adam felt, did he want to see him again?

[thecatfarm]

So, we got a dog.

I can't remember why I agreed to this. I don't even remember you moving in, much less convincing me to get a dog. But there's very little I wouldn't do for you, I think. So I push those thoughts away.

We brought our new dog to my small apartment. I feel like it's too big for this space, and yet, shokingly good at hiding in it. I can't remember if I realized just how big it was before, because I can't focus on the memory of us finding it. My mind plays tricks on me -I can't trust it.

So I try to re-adjust. When the door closes behind us, I try to look at it, but it's too fast, and I feel I always kind of miss its edges. Only a notion of it remains behind. A blur, besides the shoerack. Like a mischievious child, it keeps hiding behind me, swiftly dissolving from reality whenever I try to focus on it, or my memories of it, or the slowly building, irrational fear its semi- abscence causes me.

You are content with our new dog. I think. I can almost see you petting it, if I turn around fast enough. Or maybe I suppose I do, because people pet their dogs. The dog purrs. That's a thing that dogs do, I say to myself. And just like that, I forget what sound it made. Did it make a sound?

I just wish I could focus on looking at the dog, but it's always slipping out of my field of vision. It makes me irrationally worried, that I can't seem to focus on it. Is it black? I feel like it's black.

It's late. Maybe I need to sleep.

You join me, for the first time, as you always do. But the dog is anxious. You insist it joins us in bed, just for tonight, it's their first night over, after all. It's not gonna be like those other times. The other times didn't happen, I remind myself -and just like that, I forget them. The remnants of those memories startle me. The fear inches closer, and I push it away.

I don't speak an answer. I just nod my head. I don't know if you can see me, as I have trouble seeing you, behind the elusive mass of the dog. I ball up beside you, my back turned, and the dog slips between us, until we're so far apart I can no longer feel your soul.

I'm being riddiculous, I tell myself.

You fall asleep. I think. I can feel your dreams expanding into the cosmos.

My body grows colder. I can almost feel the dog touching my back, but my mind won't let me embrace the sensation. An irrational fear returns to consume me in the silence of the night. If I turn around to look at it, will it be there?

Will you?

Which option do I prefer?

I slowly realise I can't move anymore. I try to tell you, but you're not there. You seem to have never been there in the first place. It couldn't have been you, I realise, you're just a memory of things that never happened. I never met you. You've never been here. So who convinced me to get the dog that my mind won't acknowledge?

The dog grows bigger. I think

And so does the fear.

If only I could turn around, and look at it. My panic grows. My body starts to hurt, and I realise I've been struggling to move for the last decade. Or has it been mere minutes? The dog breathes, a breath that doesn't penetrate reality, but whose edges touch the small of my back.

I try to scream. If I scream, this will be over. Maybe it will never even start happening. How do I stop a memory from forming, if I can't even recall it? Please, let me scream.

The dog purrs. I think.

I spend the night with it, as it clings to my back, experiencing every inch of its existence, while acutely aware it's not there. Please, let me scream. If I scream, maybe I can cause probability to collapse, maybe at least one of the two outcomes will become real.

I manage to open my mouth. I think.

My internal screaming never materialises.

The dog inches closer to me, comfortable, while my mind shakes. Aeons pass me by.

The morning comes, and yet the sun never rose. The dog was never there, and neither were you. I no longer need to scream, because there's no more space to scream into. I never managed to turn around, so it never happened -and yet, it never stopped being real either.

I make myself coffee. I want to ask you if you take sugar -I can never really remember. I think you do. I reach out for the red polka dot cup, and I remember I never had one of those.

The thought crosses my mind, that I'm dead. But that's absurd. Things that were never real can't die. Just like the dog. Just like you.

I wave away the thought. It dissapears into the liminal space at the edges of my vision. And I'm no longer afraid. The terror melted into my body, became one with my soul.

And so did you.

I drink my coffee, alone. I try to make the memory fade, but it clings to my being.

God, I hate that dog.

[minerviewrites]

Arcane as Hybrids :]

Sfw fluff with hybrid characters

Warnings- Jinx bombs, Hybrids, protective behavior

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Jayce- Golden Retriever energy... When he makes progress with the hextech, he has to be very careful because his tail WILL knock everything over. Lays on top of you very often and will push his head into your hand for head scratches. Absolutely melts if you brush his tail for him...Supreme comfy

Viktor- European Short-haired cat! Very easy to get along with and is very affectionate when getting to know him. Viktor often forgets to brush his tail; it can get quite tangled, so he loves to have help with it. He doesn't mind scratches behind his ears, but his absolute favorite spot to get scratches is right where his tail connects to his skin. Always very itchy there, so scratches help a lot!!

Jinx- Ferret vibes. Had a very matted tail before you met her, and you'll probably have to help groom it so it doesn't happen again. Very sporadic and latches onto you very often while barraging you with her newest bomb model. Jinx does dance quite often like ferrets tend to do- so sometimes you'll walk in on her just groovin for no reason

Vi- Grizzly bear! Very attentive to your needs and can spot anything dangerous before you even have the chance. During hibernation season, she tends to get very grumpy and wants you to stay in bed with her all day; sometimes she literally bear hugs you so you can't leave. Huffs a lot when upset, so you can always yell when she isn't feeling her best

Caitlyn- Swan hybrid. She considers your home her nest, so Cait can get very protective if people come over to visit. She hates molting season; you'll have white feathers all over the house while she itches at her wings. Sometimes when she's really happy and laughing, she'll honk and get extremely embarrassed about it.

Silco- White Sphinx cat! He kind of suffers in the underground because of how cold it is, but he's much better now that you're in the picture. Really needs help applying treatments so his skin doesn't get dry; likes lotion that smells of pine. Follows you around the house/apartment you live in and makes you groom his ears for him

Sevika- Texas Longhorn with beautiful curved horns. She likes to decorate them with gold chains, but she will walk with flowers in them if you pick those for her. Since she doesn't have a herd, Sevika often stays close to you instead. Her tail often whips around when agitated, and when she's feeling protective she'll curl it around your waist

Vander- Congo Lion hybrid. Purrs VERY loudly when you pet behind his ears and LOVES when you groom his tail. Vander can get a little overprotective at times; he stands behind you when you're talking to other people and growls if they seem aggressive. Extremely loving when you two are around the kids or alone; he'll pick you up and swing you around while roaring (haha) in laughter

Ekko- Spotted Cheetah! He's very quick on his feet and tends to not be able to stay still. If you sneak up on him, he'll squeak and become super timid about it. Ekko has dark freckles on his face that aren't noticeable until you get close, but then match the pattern on his tail and ears. Purrs whenever he's close to you because he loves you that much...