#love rides tails w all my heart

[myymi]

YOURE SO BASED FOR THAT PFP!! SONIC RIDERS TAILS SUPREMACY!!!

RIDERS TAILS NATION RISE

WOULD DIE FOR HIM

[bunnis-monsters]

jealous incubus husband. that’s all. go crazy

A/N: this is a request for my 5K event! I am doing ALL requests I get within the next 24 hours, send one while you can!

You had taken a whole 10 extra minutes to get home that day. What in the world could keep you away from him, your beautiful, adoring husband that LONG!?

“Hey baby, sorry I’m a little late. A friend of mine stopped me to catch up a little, he’s been out of-“

Your words went through one ear and out the other after he heard you say the word “he”.

“… he?”

Your incubus husband’s tail whipped furiously, smacking back and forth, hitting the floor and bed.

“Um… yes, he. As I was saying, he was out of town to-“

Within seconds your husband was on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head and glaring down at you. His dark purple eyes glowed as the sun set, his pupils becoming slits as his tail swayed behind him like he was a very displeased cat.

“I don’t much appreciate a male getting near my mate…”

He huffed, pouting a little as he sniffed at your neck. Though a male’s scent lingered, he knew any contact had been very brief.

And yet… he couldn’t stand it. You, his entire world that ruled his heart and owned his very soul had been near a male without him present.

He rubbed his scent on you, using his tail to pull your thighs apart so he could see that pretty pussy of yours.

There was a wet spot on your panties already, your eyes wide with arousal and confusion. “W-what’s gotten into you? Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“No… my wife was approached by a male and I wasn’t there… you’re my mate, you know? I have to protect you…”

The tip of his tail rubbed against your fat pussy, slipping under your panties to get at your clit. You let out a surprised moan, looking up at him with hazy eyes as he groped your tits. “Only I can do this, only I can make you feel this good…”

He kissed you, his saliva a natural aphrodisiac due to his incubus genes. You began to pant, bucking your hips into his.

It was strange, your husband was usually so soft and clingy, wanting you to play with his cock and ride him while giving him affection and praise for being so pretty… it seemed jealousy changed him quite a bit.

“Mine…”

He purred against the shell of your ear as sliced your panties with his claws, the head of his cock rubbing between your fat pussy lips.

“Mine, you got that? No one else gets to see you like this…”

Again, he pouted, his usual self shining through a little as he fucked into you. His cheeks were puffed out and he looked at you with such need it was palpable.

“I’m pretty, aren’t I? You only want me? Just me?”

He was desperate for your reassurance and approval, tears streaming down his face. “You’re all mine… and I wanna be all yours..”

You were struggling to think due to the strong aphrodisiac in your system, but showed your love by pulling him into a sloppy kiss, holding him as tight as your weakened body could.

He moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as he sucked on your lip. “Baby… my baby…” you muttered, cupping his cheek and caressing it gently.

“Mmm…”

After a long night of love making and mood swings, your husband laid on the bed, curled up with you and wearing only his pink silk robe.

“So glad you’re my pretty little wife…”

You smiled, giggling as he held your chubby belly in his hand. “I am too…”

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[miffysrambles]

Hi😊 could you maybe do one where LMK Wukong is just a total simp for the reader and completely head over heels for them. Like he falls in love at first sight seeing their eyes (sort of like Leo from TMNT Mutant Mayhem?)

Wukong Completly in Love With His S/O

Oh man, I love writing for love-sick Wukong, ok here we go.

You two had first met when he was in a hoodie walking around town, both of your hands touching as you reached for the handle strap.

His golden eyes stared down into yours as he felt his heart explode from your gorgeous orbs, seemingly getting lost in them as he continued to stare. 

You smiled at him as he let you hold the strap, thanking him as you stood next to him on the fast-moving train.

Unknowing to you, he kept taking quick glances at your features. He took in every little detail from a freckle to your eyes once more.

Gods, he could look into them for centuries.

He eventually worked up the courage to ask to see you again, your relationship only blossomed from there.

Even after dating, he still sees himself staring at you and everything you do with pure adoration.

You want to work on some house chores? Awesome! He’ll help and watch!

You to just watch movies with him? Only if you cuddle and he can look down at you the entire time!

“Ah! Yeah, we can watch a movie! C’mere, lemme hold ya’.” He’ll make grabbing motions with his fingers to signal you to come closer.

Loves coming home to your smiling face after training with MK, immediately wrapping his arms around you as he pepper kisses all over your face.

He’ll nuzzle his nose into your neck as you laugh from the feeling, his ears twitching from his pure love to hear you laugh. 

Whenever you’re around him, his monkey tail will curl into a heart shape as he is bad at hiding his emotions (he thinks otherwise). 

“Me? Bad at hiding my emotions? Pshh, I’m great at that!”

(Name) walks up to him.

Instant hearts in his eyes and flushed cheeks. 

No shame in it either, he loves his partner damnit!

Loves taking you up for rides on his cloud, the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist as the wind whips through his fur is addicting.

As you land on the ground, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you to your destination.

“W-Wukong, you don’t have to carry me!”

“I know peaches, but I wanna! Besides, don’t want you getting too tired before our date.”

Will plan picnics and other dates on Flower Fruit Mountain for the both of you as he wants you to have a great time with him (you always do and you tell him that of course). 

Overall, yeah this man is completely smitten when it comes to you and he does not hold back in public after the first few days of dating.

Will hold your hand and waist whenever in public, kissing your cheek as people stare at you both.

He had no problems showing how much he loves you.

[fandomnerd9602]

Make a Change

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Inspired by the parade scene from Princess Diaries 2

Wanda, the doe-human hybrid was still getting used to all of the changes in her life. First off, she was rescued from the Facility and ended up a nice hybrid Sanctuary. And then she met you and found herself falling in love with you, a human of all people.

But something was bothering you. The one thing Wanda didn’t know was that the Sanctuary was drowning. There was little support coming in at the time. Donations were scarce and humans were still frightened by the mere appearance of hybrids.

Your pal and benefactor Tony Stark did all he could but support was drying up faster than his father’s liquor supply. His words actually.

You tried to keep Wanda and the other hybrids filled with joy and keep them safe. Bud Natasha knew the truth. If things didn’t change fast, the Sanctuary would have to close its doors.

Tony proposed a Hail Mary idea. There was a city wide parade coming up and…

“I want you and a couple of the hybrids to ride in a car together”

“Me?” You asked with a raised brow

“You’re the one running it!” He answered. “Also Natasha and maybe…”

“Can I help?” Wanda asked a little unsure what was going on.

“Sure!” Tony answered, “the more the merrier. You know, you could be a supermodel”

Wanda smiles and stays close to you. “I’ll do it if you will” she whispered in your ear.

“We’ll sit together then” you answered.

The day of the parade had come. You and Wanda were loaded onto the backseat of a convertible.

The citywide parade was in full swing. Wanda was instructed by Stark to just sit there and wave. The simple act should be enough.

As the convertible turned out of the garage and onto the parade route street, you could tell all eyes were on you, Wanda and Natasha. But not exactly in the good way, their stares and glares pierced you. And if it was affecting you, then it was definitely affecting Wanda. Natasha was a little more resilient but Wanda, well if she was hurting, she was actually doing a better job hiding it. Her attitude was confident and royal like.

And then her eyes wandered and she saw her. A little cheetah hybrid girl, maybe two or three, her eyes were filled with tears. This little cheetah girl was surrounded by fellow hybrid children who were teasing her. Wanda’s heart immediately broke.

“Stop the car,” Wanda ordered.

Tony looked dumbfounded, “w-what? Why?”

“I said stop the car!” Wanda practically shouted. Tony stopped the car.

Wanda immediately bolted out of the car and walked over to the little hybrid girl. The crowd was silent at this point. Even the band playing behind you halted and froze.

You could see her, getting on her knees in front of the young cheetah girl. “Hi there im Wanda,” she said, her voice full of motherly love, “what’s your name?”

“Riri” the young girl replied.

“That’s a lovely name, Riri” Wanda’s attention turned to the hybrid kids bullying young Riri. “And may I ask why you were hurting Riri?”

“They were playing with my tail,” the young girl cried. She kept one of her thumbs in her mouth, obviously she had been separated from her mother at too young an age. “They said no one would adopt me. That no one would like my cat eyes or tail or ears”

“I like them. They’re so cute.” The doe assured her. “They’re all you”

You got up and walked over to Wanda and Riri. “Wanda…” you looked at them, an idea forming in your mind, “would Riri like to join us for the parade?”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Wanda’s eyes wandered to the entire rest of the hybrid children, “in fact, why don’t we all walk in this parade together?”

The young hybrids all got excited. Wanda offered you a little wink. She bent down and opened her arms, inviting Riri into them the way a mother would. Natasha, watching the whole exchange, simply smiled.

Riri happily jumped into Wanda’s arms. The doe hybrid looked to you. Without even a moment’s hesitation, you joined Wanda at her side and the parade resumed.

Wanda and you led the hybrid children out into the street, waving to the crowd of humans. You could see hearts breaking, people smiling and clapping. You turned to Wanda, she was like royalty among the common folk. Her presence was strong, resilient. She held tight to Riri with one hand and with the other, she reached for your hand. You took it without a second thought.

Little Riri slowly but surely stopped sucking on her thumb and began to wave to the crowd. For one moment, she was a princess.

The parade ended as Wanda handed Riri back to the adult she saw with the crowd earlier.

“You can visit me anytime, Riri” Wanda assured the little girl.

“Bye Wanda,” Wanda walked over to you, tears forming in her eyes.

“She’s an orphan. They’re all orphans” Wanda cries softly as she collapsed into your arms.

“I know” you whispered before kissing her forehead. “You did so good today”

“I could’ve done more” she responded, looking up to you. You leaned your forehead against hers, gently rubbing her antlers. The mere action brought Wanda some solace.

“Wanna go home and watch a movie?” You asked as you led her away.

“Yes please”

Later that night you got a phone call from the hybrid orphanage. You took all the info in and hung up.

“What was that?” Wanda asked.

“You did more than you realized, my doe” you smiled. “The orphanage called and…Riri just got adopted.”

Wanda began to cry happy tears as she hugged you tightly.

“I didn’t think…” Wanda tried to comprehend what to say as you quietly soothed her soul.

“You wanna know the secret to changing the world?”

“What?”

“You do it thru acts of random kindness” you reassured her. “You changed that little girls world today”

Wanda smiled, “I-I just looked at her and I saw my boys. I know we’ll find them some day.”

“I have no doubts my doe” you placed a kiss to her forehead.

You woke up in the couch the next morning to see Wanda asleep, her face buried in the crook of your neck. She awoke a split second later, facing you with a little blush on her face.

“Sorry,” she whispered, “I guess I fell asleep during the movie”

“Don’t be,” you smiled back, “I like having you close”

Wanda giggled, her eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips and back. You felt yourself pulling to her like magnets. Suddenly you were interrupted by a knocking at your apartment door.

You opened the door to find Tony standing there frantically. “You gotta see this!”

He produced a newspaper with a photo someone took of you and your doe human hybrid gal, leaning foreheads against one another and the caption: BREAKING BARRIERS.

“Wanda is famous. We got donations and corporate sponsors pouring in!” Tony explained with a smile.

Natasha came up behind him with a piece of paper, “Stark’s right. Just look at these numbers.” She handed you the paper and your eyes went wide.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” Wanda asked.

“W-Wanda,” you exclaimed, “because of your simple act of kindness, you helped us raise in five minutes what we haven’t raised in five months!!”

Wanda was in complete shock. The sanctuary was saved. Support was pouring in. All because of her act of kindness.

“Wanda you are amazing, you know that?” Tony asked, an idea flashed in his brain. “That’s it! You and Wanda!”

“What?” You turned to your pal.

“You and Wanda are the faces of our organization! I’m a genius! We need you and Wanda to be our spokespeople!”

“I-I don’t know” Wanda said uncertain, “I’m not much of a camera person”

“Oh come on,” Tony found himself begging you and Wanda. “Just one photo together. Please! For the article!”

You took Wanda to her favorite spot on the Sanctuary grounds. Tony and a photographer followed.

“One photo,” Tony promised, “just act like you love each other.”

Well who said anything about acting?

You rolled your eyes and sat down on the hilltop overlooking the Sanctuary. Wanda sat down behind you and leaned her head on your shoulder, giggling at what she was doing. Her laugh was so infectious you couldn’t help but chuckle a little too.

The photographer snapped the photo. Tony quickly looked at it and smiled. “Perfect!”

That photo became the symbol for co-existence between humans and hybrids. You and Wanda saw it in newspapers, ads, and websites and with it, came an influx of support for the charity and for hybrid rights. That photo also rests comfortably on the mantle of your fireplace. You and Wanda still look at it on occasion.

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[tonowarii]

Headcanons of the Sully brothers dating a Fem! Human

Note: Since I am a sucker of human x na'vi relationships... and also this had been a request in my main account and i just decided to do it here <3 these are so short im so sorry??? and i wrote a whole friends to lovers w lo'ak mb, both of them have my heart

GIFs used are mine

N e t e y a m

If the word "protective" was a person, it'd be him no doubt

Because you're so tiny?? He can literally cover your whole face with his bare hand

Def did it once as a joke to laugh at how tiny you are and you were not amused

But also for him, tiny = needing more protection from the whole pandora world

You tripped over a huge branch once, almost breaking your exopack in the process

Let's say Neteyam nearly had a heart attack dragging you to the lab in camp to get you a "new" one

Everytime you'd go over to their place, he always have to be holding your hand/touching you in some way

Always.

It's to make sure you don't get lost from the crowd of people much much bigger and taller than you, like he described one time "you are like an ant to them, i have to be holding you so you dont get crushed"

Either your whole hand in his fist or his huge hand on your waist guiding you where to go

He knows humans are fragile but he knows you can handle yourself but- he

Just always keeps an eye out for you, always asking if you're feeling anything different or if you want something

You appreciate the gesture tho, he's so caring <3

Now, he knows you're human and he is Na'vi, things are bound to get complicated from there since..

A human, and a na'vi? it was unheard of

But Neteyam doesn't care, as long as he loves you and you love him

He'd do anything for you

Probably let you ride w his Ikran once and he was just smiling like an idiot as you were clinging to him for your whole life screaming

He's obsessed w your touch

I hc he's also touch starved so he has to be touching you in a way

In public, sure its his tail wrapped around your thigh, or his hand always on your back

Just those small subtle touches <33

You'd never want anyone else except him

Seriously would you want anything else??

OH ALSO HIS FAMILY

Tuk was so curious abt you, Kiri and Lo'ak are chill, but you were mostly close w Kiri <33

"Your hair is so nice!!" - Tuk

"Thank you, Tuk!"

Honestly Neteyam would probably b jealous since Tuk is always stealing you from him >:(

But he loves the sight of you bonding w his siblings, it makes your relationship even better, stronger somehow :D

L o ' a k

Boy was probably cautious of you at first

Kiri dragged you to their tent as you were engaged in conversation

Lo'ak was doing something when he heard your voice, making his head perk up

Who were you????

But as time passed you also meet Kiri's siblings, growing a special interest for Lo'ak <33

Soon enough you both find yourselves to be bonding, growing closer as you joined his reckless adventures

Then when Lo'ak realized he was, in fact, growing feelings for you

It had him confused.. And probably became distant w you to make sure what he was feeling was true and it wasn't some kind of stupid spur of the moment type feelings

It led to you being confused as well, why was he suddenly ignoring you all of a sudden? It kinda hurt

Lo'ak then decided to open up to his sister, Kiri, about you after a few weeks

After Lo'ak was done explaining, Kiri smacked him on the head

"Lo'ak you are probably the dumbest person I know at this moment, why don't you just go tell her how you feel!"

Bc Kiri also knows you like Lo'ak but she can't be too obvious

"(Y/N), I have to tell you something."

Oh no

You had feared that you did something that made him this distant from you, or was he going to tell you that your feelings for him were too obvious and that he couldn't be with you because of the obvious difference? Or was it maybe because he just doesn't like hanging out with you anymore-

"I'm sorry I was ignoring you, I did not mean to.. Its just.. Okay here," He hands you a flower almost bigger than the size of your hand, but it was pretty

Wait what-

"That reminded me of you... I like you, (Y/N)"

You took the flower from him and you looked at him before tackling him in a hug, jumping on him.

You look like a koala hugging a tree atp

Lo'ak almost failed to catch you as he was trapped within the hug that he wasn't used to receiving, ESPECIALLY FROM SOMEONE HE LIKED??

That was when he knew you liked him too

NOW ONTO DATING HIM

Now remember when you used to join his reckless adventures in the forest?

You still join him, but you could feel that he was now hesitant w his actions, afraid that you could get hurt from his recklessness

You reassure him that he doesn't have to worry abt you and you could handle it, just like old times

He knows that but STILL

Whenever he spots a scratch on you he'd be taking you to Kiri, asking to put that special ointment that she uses on him and Neteyam whenever they get hurt from doing something stupid

"Put it on her, I don't want it getting infected"

"Wow, since when did you become a doctor, Lo'ak?"

With every adventure you took with him, Lo'ak makes sure to pick up a bead every time to remember the moment

Bc he's going to make you a bracelet w it <33

When he finishes it and he gives it to you, he almost fell in love again w the look of adoration on your face as you thanked him over and over as you hugged him (yes he was carrying you or else you'd be hugging his leg 💀)

You never took it off and you even proudly showed it off in the lab and w his family, making him a blushy shy mess

Took you to ride on his Ikran once and he loved that you weren't afraid, but you were still clinging onto him while admiring the beauty of the Hallelujah Mountains

For Lo'ak, he can handle pda

No, he loves it

In a way he's reminded that you aren't ashamed to be with him and vice versa

He swears he's abt to go wild when you hold his pinky in public

When you both are free and hanging out in the lab he loves comparing hand sizes

And loves having your finger on his face, tracing his stripes

Its the small moments w you two that he treasures the most

He knew that you were the one, even if you were human, nothing's going to stop him from loving you

[anemptypuddingcup]

Incubus!Sanji x Female Reader

Here’s a lil something for y’all while I work on part three of ‘an angel in the camera’.

Sanji is so fucking bbg and I dunno why this mf has me in a chokehold but I need this man so bad.

Contains: Accidental drugging. Aphrodisiac-infused saliva. Incubus!Sanji. We jumping straight into smut. Reader having a slight understanding of Incubi. Oral. (Reader receiving) Face-riding. Full Nelson. Riding. Sweet praising. Reader become weak but she ain’t dying. Slight dumbification with Reader. Y’all this a bit heavy.

Again, this contains drug use, use of saliva laced with aphrodisiac.

You didn’t think Sanji would approach you and beg for you to help him. He stood there at your windowsill while the moonlight shined on his deep blue wings and tail. Glass was scattered all over your carpet as he crawls in weakly, his breathing heavy before he collapsed to the floor. Lifting his head, his blonde hair and curly brows were prominent and revealing as his facial expression contorted to slight pain.

His tone is deeply desperate as he sat there on his hands and knees pleading for some assistance. “Please! Please help me love!”

You even noticed that tears were slowly streaming down his face as he begged for your help but not specifying for what. You felt conflicted about the whole situation, you didn’t know that Sanji was someone like this. He’s never told you about his wings and tail, so you were completely confused about the entire issue.

“S-Sanji!? W-What’s wrong!?” You asked worryingly as you crouch down to him.

He shoots up to cup your face before looking you deep in the eyes, his hands trembling against your cheeks as he grew shaky. “M-May you p-please…please- u-uh-“ He stammered harshly, unable to get his words out as he felt himself falling weaker. You grip his wrists and pull him up as you notice him falling down once again.

“W-What!? What is it Sanji!?”

“I-I can’t explain it! P-Please just-“

He whines out before he fully collapses to the floor, his hands slowly falling from your face. Your heart begins to race as Sanji’s body falls limp and you begin to panic as he stiffens.

“S-SANJI!? SANJI!”

***

“Sanji? Sanji are you okay Sanji!?”

Sanji hears you call out his name before he slowly opens his eyes, his hands feeling the soft plush blankets under his body. “A-Ah…Love…” He says weakly, his body a bit stiff. “Sanji!” You hug Sanji tightly and he hugs you back, his thin and soft hands wrapped tightly around your waist. “Love, babydoll…please help me.” He begs you, his eyes looking deep into yours. You tilt your head before you set yourself down on your bed. “Wh-What is it that you need help with?” You asked.

“W-Well…I’m an incubus…” He sighs heavily before looking away from you. You snicker before cupping his face. “Sanji if you needed my help, why haven’t you been told me?” You asked. Sanji blushed before as he stares at you, his face growing hotter out of slight embarrassment.

“B-Because…I-I’m just a pervert…right?” Sanji asks before tuning over. “Sanji you gotta remember that I’m not another woman who thinks that of you.” You press half of your body over him, your breasts pressing against his arm. You grip his face with your hands and turn him to you before pressing your lips against his. His eyes widens before he struggles to peel you away from him.

“Mhh! M-Mhh~” Sanji grips your shirt tightly as he felt your tongue twirl around with his, his hands shaky against your shirt before he finally turns away from you to pull back. “N-No~ Y-You wasn’t supposed to…” Sanji lets out a little gasp as you press and trail you lips down his jaw and neck. “Y-You wanted my help right?” You asked as your body trembles against his.

Sanji’s eyes stares into your before he notices the loving lust within your pupils, his aphrodisiac-infused saliva already taking affect. “L-Love! Y-You weren’t supposed to kiss me! M-My saliva has aphrodisiac in it!” He says weakly before he shivers against you. Your eyes widens as you realized a slight mistake that you made, though that didn’t change much. “Why didn’t you say that beforehand!?” You said before giggling. Sanji blushes. “I-I didn’t know you were going to kiss me sweetheart…” He says shyly. “I’m s-sorry…” You apologized, not really able to think as your body grows hot.

Sanji pulls you closer to him before he sighs heavily. “I-It’s okay…do you feel alright?” He asks. “I-I feel really hot…” You admit shyly as you struggle to climb on top of him. He sighs and giggles before turning over and pulling you onto his hips, a groan leaving him as he slowly begins to grow hard.

“Are you still willing to help me? If not I completely understand.”

“I wanted to help you from the start Sanji, I’m okay with it if you are.”

Sanji smiles before pulling you tight into his embrace, his soft lips pressing kisses against your neck while you let out a few lewd moans and mewls. “S-Sanji~” You moan out his name shakily as you begin to unbutton his shirt and his pants. He soft smirk appears across his face before you begin to grind against him, your body already hot and craving him.

He slowly slides your lacy panties off before setting them to the side of the bed

Sanji lays back before he urges you to climb onto his face. “Up here love, come ride my face.” He says, pulling your hips. “A-Are you sure Sanji..?” You asked nervously, a heavy breath leaving your lips. “Positive honey.” He says, reassuring you. You slowly crawl over before you softly set your hips onto his face. Sanji grips your hips tightly before pulling you farther into his face.

A sudden swipe of his slobbering tongue against your cunt causes you to moan out loudly as your clit began pulsating heavily. His saliva coated your slit and you began to feel strong burning feeling deep within your core and inside of your cunt. You grip his hair as the feeling grew stronger, making you burn up immensely before you moan out.

“Oh goddd!~ Oh my godddd~” You moan out as Sanji slurped at your cunt, his tongue occasionally sliding against your pulsing clit. You feel his tongue push through your entrance before you let out a shaky whine, biting your lip tightly as you began to grip a pillow tightly. His tongue slides through your gummy walls before hitting your g-spot, making you let out a breathy moan out loudly.

“N-Nghh~ Right there Sanjii!~” You groaned before you begin to buck your hips against his face. Sanji’s fingertips pressed deep into your hips, keeping you on his face while he slurp and suckled up your juices and slick. You slowly begin to play with your breasts as Sanji worked his magic deep inside of your cunt.

A gasp leaves you as you felt your orgasm rushing up quickly inside of you. You whine out before you begin to arch your back and grind your hips against his face desperately. “Oh! O-Oh god Sanjiii!~” You whine out as you grip your shirt tightly, your orgasm right there on the edge.

You feel Sanji chuckle against your slit before his tongue slides against your clit once again, making you finally squirt out into his mouth.

“MMGH!~ S-SANJI!~” You whimper out loudly as you squirt out onto his tongue, the aphrodisiac making the orgasm more intense and difficult for you to deal with. Sanji rubs soft circles onto your hips before finally pulling them off of his lips. A string of saliva disconnects from your cunt to his lips as you lie there panting heavily and squirming.

“Delicious my sweet~” Sanji whispers to you before he sits himself up. You were still sitting there trembling against the quilt, the aphrodisiac still having a terribly strong effect on your body. Sanji slowly unbuckles his belt, trying his best to get his erection out. His pretty slender cock pops out and he hissed as the cold air hits it.

You slowly and shakily sit up before Sanji gets a soft hold of your hips, making you squeak. He pulls you against his body, your back pressing up close against his chest while he spreads your legs wide open with his hands. You blushed deeply as he kept you spread open, his hands gripping the back of your knees tightly.

He shivered as he felt your slick slide out onto his cock, the aphrodisiac doing heavy damage on your body and sensitivity. “Are you ready love?” He asks, his head digging into your neck. “M-Mhm~” You nodded, your body shaking from sensitivity. You feel his lips curl up into a smile against your skin as he slowly thrusts into your sopping hole, a gasp leaving you as he does.

As he begins thrusts into your, you’re already crying out from the sensitivity. Within a few thrusts he hits your g-spot, making you cry out loudly before your toes begins to curl. “Ah! A-Ahn!~ S-Sanjii!~” You moan out Sanji’s name angelically as he thrusted into you.

Though you slowly began to feel weaker the more he thrusted into you, as much as the pleasure was overwhelming you felt a bit of weakness as well. That couldn’t stop you from letting out any noise though. You hear Sanji groan and gasp behind against your ear as your cunt tightens around him.

You place your hands against his forearms as he pounds up into you while you wail out in pleasure and weakness. “You’re doing good sweetheart~ You’re doing so good for me~” You hear him whisper before he smooches your ear. “F-Feels so gooood~” You whine out to him as you felt yourself ready to cam once again.

Sanji quickens his pace as his gasps grew louder against your ear. Your warm and soaking pussy was pulling him in that he couldn’t really help but to pound into your needy cunt. “P-Please~ S-Sanji!~” You cry out Sanji’s name as you feel yourself ready to squirt once again. “Are you ready to cum for me my sweet? Cum for me~” Sanji whispers before biting your ear. Drool slips from your lips as Sanji continues to hit that sweet sugary spot, making you close your eyes tightly.

“Cum~”

“Cum~”

“Cum for me baby~”

His deep tone mixed with his succulent honey-coated voice pulls you over the edge as you felt yourself squirting on his cock once again. “A-AH!~ N-NGH!~ I-I- I-IT’S C-COMING OUT!~” You whine out loudly as your cunt clenches tightly around him while your juices spill out of you, your toes curling as you squirt out into the bed.

“Y-Yes! C-Cum for m-me!” Sanji’s grip grows tighter as he pulls out of you before cumming on your tummy, the thick creamy substance warm against your sensitive skin. Sanji peppers kisses against your neck to soothe you before he lets go of your legs, his hands leaving red marks onto your legs from his tight grip.

You gasped heavily while he tries his best to soothe you, his hand softly trailing under your shirt and against your body to your breasts. “S’okay, It’s okay baby…” He whispers to you softly while you whimpered from overstimulation. “S-Sanjii…” You whine as you turn your head to him before reaching out to kiss him. He presses a kiss to your cheek, trying to prevent you from kiss his lips.

You whine out before he helps you sit up from his chest and you quickly turn around and press your bare hips against his cock. Sanji smiles softly before he wraps his arms around your body lovingly. You grind your cunt against him before lifting your hips, wanting more from him even though you were weak.

“A-Are you sure you want more? I-I don’t want you to get sick love..” Sanji ask, his hands propping himself up. You pepper a kiss to his lips before pouting to him. “P-Please Sanji…?” You begged before burying your face deep into his neck. His tail swayed from your pout and he sighs before holding you tightly. “A-Alright…But please tell me if I need to stop.” Sanji says before pressing another kiss to your neck.

You whine out as your arms wrapped around him tightly. Lifting your hips up, Sanji balances you on his cock before slowly sliding your hips down, a whine leaving your lips. He slowly begins to move your hips as you moan out from sensitivity.

Your hands slid along the soft skin of his back before you slowly began to move your hips in your own, bouncing on his cock. You moan out against his chest as you fuck yourself in his cock, his groans growing louder the more you sped up. “Y-Yes~ You’re doing do good~ Keep going right there~” Sanji grips your hips and pulls them down farther against his, a loud moan leaving you as his cock kisses your cervix deeply.

Sanji helps you increase the speed of your hips bouncing against his, the grip tight on your hips as you both moaned out. Sanji feels your cunt tighten around him as he continues to trust far into your cunt. You gasp as you wanted to cum again, your teeth biting deep into your lip while Sanji’s cock massaged your walls wonderfully.

“Sanjiii!~” You moan out his name wonderfully as you hugged him tightly. Sanji’s tail wraps around your ankle while he moans out prettily against your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against it. “M-My love! O-Oh god~” He moans out as he begins to fuck up into you. Your body trembled against his as you let out mewls and moans, unable to speak words much more.

“I-I feel it coming!~ Y-You’re ready to cum baby?~” Sanji asks as he gasps into your skin, a whine falling afterwards. You nodded profusely before letting out a whine, your cunt not very able to take his pounding much more. He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek before he feels his cock twitch within your walls.

“Ah! Ah! A-AH!~ M-M’GONNA!~” Sanji moans out loudly before he pulls you in tightly, a cry leaving him as he finally cums deep inside of your pussy. His cum coats your walls and you moan from the warmth slowly filling you up. You mewl out softly as you once again squirt onto his lower abdomen before your body slowly falls limp.

Sanji keeps you tight into his embrace while you breathe softly against him. He rubs his hand along your back to soothe you as you felt weak against his body. “Are you okay baby?” Sanji asks as he studies your body. “U-Uhuh…” You say, laying softly against him. He presses a kiss to your temple before nuzzling against you. “D-Do you feel better…?” You asked. Sanji smiles softly.

“I feel much better…but are you sure you’re okay?” Sanji asks nervously. “Just weak…I’m happy you feel better…” You sighed heavily before yawning. A soft chuckle leaves him, his body settling into the mattress below you both.

“Thank you sweetheart, get some rest.” He whispers to you as you slowly close your eyes.

[ctheathy]

Hi I love your story and I read your secret histories story and I love it, I wanna ask if your not busy how about a yandere secret history tails x reader where she is a kind and sweet person who never judge someone by their appearance and she dotes and pampers him a lot

Yandere Secret History Tails w/ sweetheart!Darling

Secret History Tails x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note : Why hello, Nonnie!! Of course you may, my darling, hope you’ll be able to enjoy<3<3 My apologies for slight inactiveness, I assure each and every one of you that more headcanons of our lil ol’ psycho and other characters are also coming up; things have just been a teensy tiny bit busy for me lately, but I do try keeping up with the requests. Don’t want to let yall down💞

Quick note that I do not write for gendered Readers much though!! Accidents can happen when requesting, and I promise I am not upset, but just so everyone understands that gender is not something I’m going after.

Due to the request describing identical characteristics for the Reader as the one in my A Once Innocent Act of Tenderness fic and no specified choice of content was asked for, headcanons with that particular darling were chosen =} Just see it as a minor backup continuation of the story.

A Once Innocent Act of Tenderness ➷

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Delusional mindsets • Obsessive + Possessive behaviour • Murder + Torture mention • Forced relationship • Co-dependency • Kidnapping • Worship • Psychological abu$3 • Brainwashing trauma [On Tails’ part] • Tails may as well get his own TW tbh

Outwardly there doesn’t seem to be all too big of a difference between yandere Secret History Tails and his neutral version. They’re both still very much sociopathic, show clear signs of unhinged behaviour and may get obsessive streaks from time to time, are manipulators at heart, can remain atleast somewhat delusional about both of your relationship with one another and they too view you as something much more above than any other mobian that might have their ways in their pathetic unworth of a universe. And although he normally could have recovered from this mindset slowly with the help by his side, his full on yandere form however, does not. And all honestly speaking, it wouldn’t even be likely to occur in the first place without a specific darling that is kind and has been there from the very beginning; when his trauma of brainwash has developed into something else ...and certainly not something in a positive light. It’s safe to say that this version of his may even be more disturbed than the sanity of his usual self, and that information alone is enough to bring in that you’re going to be stuck on quite the bumpy ride.

While his usual worshipping behaviour would hold nothing malicious behind it, this case is a little more ... interestingly different to say the least. Unlike his casual form who most easily said puts you in the place which was originally meant to be taken by Sonic after you’ve came along and properly earned it; this state of his and his already existing delusions have caused him to literally believe you to be his own personal guardian angel, being there for him in order to protect him from all the wrongs, misery and injustice in this existence. Unlike usual, at an early point he knows that the “real” Sonic of his dimension doesn’t want him, just letting the hedgehog take advantage of his seemingly non-lucid state and torment him to no end; causing him to both grow incredibly touch starved for any kind of gentle offering and worsening his already unstable mindset. And the one simple change that makes all the difference between the two is how he’d normally find himself giving in over time torwards your doting nature with him in particular, while this version of his had already emotionally snapped before he even got the chance to do so. Now the only motivations being left to linger in the back of his mind being the one entity that’s been sweet to him right from the start, and the desperate desire to just take them in as his own--His property. The others have been able to keep you and your dearing behaviour all to themselves for far too long by now, it’s only fair.

As information that’s been given before, a darling like this has him fairly taken aback, the sweet demeanour being, quite sadly said, totally foreign to him. On one hand he wants to give in, wants to achieve the gentleness that’s right on the end of the line and so easily accessible, the desires for the consideration and care becoming close to unbearable to him; but right at the same time, he feels suspicious torwards the close to angelic aura around them, feeling as if it’s nothing more and nothing less than some mere act. This distrust being caused by the harassment he’s got back when he wasn’t even in this position as Sonic’s best friend, despite the lack of memory from it. You’re too sweet for your own good, too perfect; of course it couldn’t be genuine. Another thing potentially stalling him is the fact how Sega has quite literally made him believe how his existence is meant to be surrounded by Sonic, it becoming closer to convincing him farther how it holds absolutely zero meaning without the blue hedgehog being in the picture. But even despite these thoughts of protest, the fox can only take so much. there’s gonna be some point where he cannot suppress these feelings anymore.

Even though his usual self is no exception to causing deaths of those that just so happened to cause immense discomfort or pain to you; another thing that can be written off as a big change is that he’s a whole lot more violent torwards any potential rivals, quite literally going off for torture right off the bat, unlike his casual self who just wishes to get the job done with by blowing the said mobian into hundreds of little bits by his excellent yet dangerous explosives. His yandere form however ... Is absolutely not comparable; his actions now being much more similar to how he treated his victims at the end of secret histories. The two-tailed fox absolutely has zero restraints over himself and is often completely out of control when doing so, the blood of his nemesis covering the floor and walls and psychopathic laughter filling the air. Another important aim being how unlike he would have behaved with Sonic’s case, he would be a whole lot more secretive about the entire murder thing around you. He wouldn’t want to upset his precious and divine admirer now, would he? You’d slowly notice those around you starting to disappear into thin air, each and every acquaintance vanishing only to never see the light of day ever again.

Something else I could picture is that he specifically holds immense grudges against any other Tails counterparts of his, going as far to just take care of the little issue almost immediately after notice. Despite being the filthy imposters they are, he’ll likely feel as if their chances with you rival his own, knowing just as well that they’re close to identical in appearance and intelligence. And if anything, he likely feels the most threatened by them, knowing they could all charm and lure you in all the same way you were captivated by him to begin with.

As for his behaviour torwards his darling after legitimately cracking and taking them in out of said ‘‘protection”, it could mostly be written down as both having a rather clingy and worshipping attitude, yet surprisingly distant right at the same time; not wanting to scare them off. You’re not going anywhere, he knows that much, but having them dreadfully fear him to no avail in improvement over time would absolutely crumble the fox to pieces. He absolutely doesn’t mean any kind of harm torwards his darling, to the point of quite literally not daring to lay a finger on them; but if it wasn’t already obvious before, he has clear limits to his patience. Although not directed torwards them, he can be found growing aggressive due to the lack of emotional touch and is often one to take it out on the unfortunate bystanders nearby, gifting you their still beating hearts as his own little way to show his graciousness torwards you, not realising in the slightest how terrified it truly makes them.

Don’t get me wrong, he adores you with your entire being, he really does; but he has never learned to express them the right way. And I cannot really help but see him as a whole lot more repulsive and abominable as a yandere due to one particular reason. The core of his delusions stop him from thinking properly while it causes refusal torwards the evidence literally laying in front of him; being blinded by unrealistic beliefs and inflicting them onto his poor darling in a sense of purification, all while holding them hostage in a cold and dusted basement. He’d also be a whole lot less obedient to what his darling has to say, feeling as if he’s protecting them despite their protests. You’re silly, of course your naiveness wouldn’t let you catch up with all the potential threats--those rubbish imposters just wandering around you throughout the day. And although the confidence in his beliefs has caused them to become close to being the actual truth in his own unhinged headspace,

that hasn’t stopped him from psychologically harming his darling over and over again.

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For Life or Until Fault

Alt Timeline 2.0 - Odile x Darrell Part 8

Odile belongs to @solmints-messyocdiary Darrell is mine 🩷

Their days went on that way. Odile would tidy up the house, Darrell would cook. They slept intertwined by the fire. When he went away for work, she would mend his clothes. Sometimes, she would try her luck in finding flowers. Sometimes, she would even join him on his rounds, and they would stroll arm in arm, pretending the graveyard was a park; forgetting the roles they were supposed to play.

They spent Darrell's off days together, learning about each other, careful not to prod where things were too delicate. Neither of their pasts were brought up in conversation. For lack of memory on Darrell's part and a lack of willingness on Odile's.

They were content with what they had.

Afternoons rang with passages from their favorite books, which they read aloud to each other. The stories sweet and dark like molasses. Odile rediscovered her love for music, which she listened to on Darrell's Walkman, her head resting in his lap. She sang him to sleep at times. Her arms thrown about him, holding him to her heart.

When he found out that she liked to sew, Darrell set off on a trip to town. He bought her needles and thread in all colors and yards of fabric that a good seamstress could use to make five dresses. But Odile took the best threads and decided to embroider Darrell's jacket instead, ornamenting the cuffs with bright flowers - pink carnations in full bloom, saint-white stargazers.

It was Odile's way of asking, "Please, let me stay." And a prayer, "Please, don't let it end."

For as long as he didn't tell her to stop, she kept adding embroidery to his clothes: Tiny bunny rabbits with fluffy tails, flower wreaths, nesting birds, bounding deer. Her favorite, and biggest design so far, was the pair of swans on the back of his jacket.

"They mate for life," she told him once.

He loved her art. It made him feel cared for and claimed, like she had sewn pieces of herself for him to carry everywhere. He delighted in every stitch, every well-thought out scene. Even if Ilya claimed that the designs were too girlish, as he watched them grow more numerous and elaborate by the week.

Odile didn't remember the last time she had been to the town. The idea of going back hadn't even crossed her mind till now. It made her skin crawl.

Darrell had asked her if she wanted to go on a date. Her on a date with him! "Thought we'd do something nice… together," he'd said. The month's paycheck had arrived, and she could tell he was eager to get out of the graveyard, even if just for an afternoon. This was no way to live, among the dead.

He sensed her misgivings when she fell into a tight-lipped silence.

"What's the matter, princess?"

"Darrell darling, I… I don't think I could."

"Why, my love?"

"W-what if… they recognize me?"

After some quick thinking, Darrell remembered there was a small city a bus ride away. It was highly unlikely that they'd be recognized there, full of weary, disinterested people as it was. Before long, Odile was convinced, and she put on the muck boots that Darrell had found and given to her some time ago.

The walk to the bus stop was a long and desolate one. Not many passed by the cemetery. The road was unpaved - like most rural Moldovan roads - and led to nowhere, essentially. Perhaps, if you kept following it you'd end up in Ukraine, passing by the Carpathians. Sometimes, a lost cow would amble up from the wasteland, rattling her bell with every step.

"What are you thinking about, love?"

Darrell's arm was draped around Odile's midriff, keeping her close as she sat facing the window, her feet up on the seat. She watched the world speed past, her sleepy head resting on his chest.

She looked up at him with her eyes brimming with light and love. "How I'm so happy."

Overcome with admiration, he kissed the apple of her cheek. Nothing more than a chaste peck, but he kissed her again, right at the spot beside her lips.

The bus came to a halt just inside the city limits and Odile perked up at the sound of the doors unlocking. They got off on a pretty busy street. People passed by with their shopping tucked under their arms. Not a single one even glanced at Odile, and suddenly, the trip wasn't so scary anymore.

She laced her fingers with Darrell's, quite eager to explore the flea market with him.

Among sundry items - some new but grubby, others noticeably old - Darrell spotted a pair of nude pink ballet flats. He picked it up and called Odile, who was digging through a bin of wooly cardigans.

He showed her the shoes and offered to help her try it on. Some of the shoppers watched disdainfully as Darrell knelt to slip the shoes over Odile's feet, taking time to tie the ribbons in perfect bows. "Like them?" he asked. Odile nodded, her knuckles pressed to her lips.

Darrell bought the shoes along with a cardigan Odile had fished out. She was, however, more keen on wearing his jacket for the time being.

Eventually, they came upon a salesman with a tableful of silver and gold jewelry. "How about buying a ring for your girl, huh, mister?" He held out a bunch of bangles. "How about some bracelets?"

Darrell stooped to pick up a pair of lockets, each elliptical and about an inch and a half big.

"Those are really pretty, too," urged the salesman. "You and your girl can match. I'll give it to you for 200 lei."

Odile gathered her hair to the side as Darrell put the necklace on for her. “There." He stepped back. "You look beautiful."

Odile noticed he was cupping his hand by his face, apparently shielding his eyes against the light of the storefront window. She found it rather odd. The light wasn't too intense. She wouldn't even call it a light; more of a glow. It bathed the religious icons inside with a somberness you could almost touch.

At the very back of the display, there was a sinister, life-like crucified Christ. There was also a wild panic in Darrell’s eyes. Odile had seen that look many times before. She could feel the pulse on his wrist, pounding like a little fist demanding to be let out.

He was afraid.

Odile pulled him past the store and into an embrace. She could feel his frantic heartbeat against her breast. Thinking fast, she gently placed her lips on the tender junction of his neck and shoulder. Then, without warning, clamped her teeth onto his skin - not enough to draw blood, but enough to distract.

Darrell cried out, but she cut him off with a kiss. Her first full kiss.

She pulled away only when she felt Darrell’s heartbeat stutter to a slower cadence. He looked confused and shocked beyond belief. For a moment, she wondered if she had done the right thing.

When he turned to look over his shoulder, Odile pressed her hand to his cheek to urge him to meet her eyes. “Mm-mmm.” She shook her head.

“I’m… I’m here,” she assured him. “D-don’t be afraid… I’m here.”

Darrell’s lips drew into a tight smile, as if he was fighting back tears. He shut his eyes and pressed his cheek against her palm.

“Sorry, I… I don’t know what came over me,” he said softly.

He trailed off, realizing what had just happened, and blushed a deep shade of red. Odile was even redder, tracing her mouth with her forefinger, where Darrell’s plush lip had been moments ago. She grew even more frantic as Darrell closed the space between them and returned the kiss, urging her forward with a hand at her nape.

Everything seemed to melt away - the city, the crowded cobbled street. Odile felt like her stomach was doing cartwheels, and she began to laugh. As she pressed kisses on Darrell's neck, dangerously close to his jugular, she felt like she could eat the world raw.

[fatalitysficbakery]

hey bae, idrk how to request stuff its been a long time since i have !

but i was wondering if i could request an elle greenaway x reader where they supposedly ‘hate’ each other at work but theyre actually dating and they act like that to avoid suspicion and elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa)

or if thats too detailed idk,, just the last bit, ‘elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa’

idk if this makes sense i wqs daydreaming abt it in the car earlier and i am so sleep deprived rn idek if im making words right

so sorry for how long this is i love the elle fic u posted 07.10 !! im sleel now im fallimg aslepp

𓆰♡︎𓆪 What Goes On In The Dark. —

Elle Greenaway x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/fluff.

warnings: hostage situation, mentions of violence, blood, and shot wounds. JJ is a profiler here. Liaison!Y/n, grief, mentions of suicide, gun violence, nothing too graphic.

synopsis: i’ll love you till the very end, amor.

a/n: i hope you enjoy my take on this request, lovely!

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↳ ❝Don’t let last words be ones to regret.❞⁣ -Unknown

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Quantico, The Behavioral Analysis Unit was always my goal from the very start, I'd walked into the double doors of the place on my first day bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, all the whilst every horror imaginable lay beneath.

There was a lot to dislike about the place, the bureaucracy the most damning flaw of all, It was a tangled mess that the agents had to deal with, to remember why you're there was to do your job well.

Elle Greenaway and I were alike in that way, we wanted to help the world be a safer place, I remember our first meeting, she'd welcomed me to hell. Her piercing brown eyes stared me down, scanning me as if she could see right through to my soul.

The blush that kissed my skin that day was embarrassing and exciting all at once. She'd find ways to talk to me, excuses to come to my office. The new liaison. I'd let the team know my doors were open at any point in time, and God did she ever abuse it. Suddenly pencils regularly disappeared from her desk. Could she use one of mine? Did I have a stapler? Hers was empty.

It was...flattering.

I couldn't lie, the agent had piqued my interest from the start. A smooth talker with a quick tongue. Clever. Amazing at her job. Just my type, you could consider me charmed from day one. She had me in the palm of her hand.

From there it was inevitable, I was hers.

Again, the ladder of the BAU was a tough one to work around, the night we finally hooked up, it was under the guise of me not having a ride home from work. My car was in the shop...The same one that was parked just in the garage parking lot, furthest space away from the other's eyes.

That night, staring into puddles of hazel brown, brunette locks tickling my skin; I knew I'd developed an addiction, and god was it a euphoric one.

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When we made it official, Elle gave me a locket, heart pendant with a picture of us in it. We'd agreed to keep it on the down low until we knew how to break it to Strauss and the rest.

That's when Operation: Become The Enemy started. Pretend to be absolutely revolted by one another at work, disappear into our own little world when alone.

It was a riot trying to pretend I hated the woman, hell, she drove me insane in all the best ways. She was my drug.

God, was she ever.

Being snapped back to reality tends to ruin all fantasies.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

The BAU was my dream. My goal from the start. I wanted to be here, I wanted to be here.

My chest felt tight, my every limb aching the moment Hotch cleared it. Allowed her to go inside. Why did it have to her? Why did she have to be the hero?

It's our job, I know. I repeated that to myself so many fucking times whilst watching her put on that damned bulletproof vest which did nothing to silence my worries. — Every other part of her became fair game.

My chest hurt, my breathing sped up. Everything blurred. Before long I was being escorted to my seat by a worried JJ, I couldn't even tell her the reason I was so upset. I felt myself drowning, sorrow encapsulated my entire being, paralyzing me with a fear I'd never felt in forever.

The fear of loss. Grief.

I couldn't believe it, the world was taking from me what happiness I had gotten back, and to make it all worse...

She'd probably thought I hated her.

POP. POP. POP.

"Was that a gunshot?! We're going in. NOW"!

It was at that moment, my sorrow melded into anger and determination. Hotch and Rossi, I could see a moment of doubt on their faces, but there was none in mine. I nodded at them, jaw set.

I could see relief wash over Aaron, I could hear Jennifer exhale.

I got geared up, muttering a quiet.

"We're going to get Elle".

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12 hours ago.

I could feel her icy glare on me, but I couldn't look her way. I wouldn't. I was too prideful. Too stubborn. Too...hurt.

It all seems so stupid now in hindsight but then, then it felt so serious. End of the world serious.

She was still worried of exposing our relationship and what that would mean, fearful. I could see it in her eyes that she didn't wanna risk the chance of losing what we had, but I was tired. Too tired to look at it from a different perspective, to be rational. I wanted the world to know.

It'd been an almost full year of Elle and Y/n. Didn't that mean something to her?

Now that I think about it; It probably meant everything to her, and that's where her hesitance stemmed from. Maybe if I hadn't been so boneheaded...

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Elle walked into your office that day, two cups of coffee in hand and a to-go bag under her chin. It was early before most of the team had even arrived. She wanted to get there before it was time for another award-winning performance of pretending to hate the woman she loved the most.

The smile that greeted you was one of pure happiness, and it had only been met with a grimace of discomfort, and a problem waiting to be made. I mean, how dare she? Bring you coffee and scones while you prepped to present another harrowing case to the team with Garcia? How absolutely dare she?

When she saw the grimace on your face after sitting the coffee and scones down, her smile faded almost immediately. Knowing instantly what this would be about, the same conversation had been going on for a week and a half now that your one-year anniversary was quickly approaching.

"It's a little early, no? You usually don't come in so soon".

That was a lie, you both knew it but Elle also knew that was only the gateway to your next question. She sits before you, pulling up a chair.

"Y/n, pleas—"

"I don't wanna do it anymore, Elle. Can't we tell Strauss and them? Our anniversary is two weeks away, we've been going behind their backs for too long...I want them to know".

Elle sighs, you'd asked this so many times and the answer stayed the same. Her lips part to speak but it's stuck in her throat, it's dying there and in her silence you find disappointments. Your mouth fixes into a slight scowl.

"Well"?

Elle finally speaks, "You know why we can’t".

Her answer again left you dissatisfied, but this time instead of fighting it, you allow words you regret to slip through the cloud of emotions you were feeling. Before you know it, it's too late to take them back, Elle's face had already fallen, and your ego was too big to take it all back.

"Fine. Well, maybe we shouldn't even be doing this. I'm tired of being just two coworkers hooking up".

The words hang in the air, toxic and venomous. The fumes left a nasty stench. Elle notices you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you often do when uncomfortable or nervous. Yet you speak not a word.

She stands, clearing her throat.

"Just two coworkers hooking up? That's what you think of our relationship? Wow".

And that, that was all she said. There was so much and nothing left to say, neither of you quite processed what had happened before she left your office on that sullen note.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

The case had gone from a simple familial kidnapping to not only the dad holding his daughter hostage but an entire library. My Elle had gone inside that place, her bravery had always inspired me, but today I couldn't help but have a strong disdain for it. The way she was immediately ready to go. It was her nature. It was MY nature. The entirety of the BAU would've done the same, and all I could think was why it had to be here.

When we got in, it was already too late. James had shot Elle in the thigh, and his daughter in the arm, before he'd turned the gun on himself.

I'd rushed to her side, the first one there whilst the rest tended to the others. She was already grey, lips pale and blue and eyes barely opened.

From that moment, leaving her side wasn't an option, the only time I did so was when she was rolled away for surgery. The hours spent with her gone was just me sobbing uncontrollably in Penelope's arms.

I was no longer able to pretend, and I was hoping, praying to whatever God I could that she'd make it out of that surgery alive to be mad at me about that.

I could hear her voice telling me to pull myself together, I was being too obvious. I could see her soft smile vividly in my mind winking at me right after that.

It was touch and go, touch and go.

Finally, the doctor came to talk to us.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

I put the finishing touches on it, my heartbeat so loud I could hear it pumping. God, I was so nervous. I'd never done something like this before, I never thought I could be doing something like this before.

I'd rejected the idea of commitment, shunned it. The thought of long-term relationships terrified me. Maybe, maybe that was why it was so difficult to convince me.

I'd convinced myself it was because I wasn't ready for the big boy's club to have the spotlight on my relationship, it was bad enough their eyes were watching my every move at work, but my personal life?

And yeah, that was the reason for about 6 months, but I knew in my soul of souls that I wanted her. Solely her. I didn't care about bureaucracy that much, hell, I was the reason there were eyes on me after the shooting they'd watched me like a hawk.

But no, that wasn't the reason. It was my safety net. My excuse to mull over my own grievances with love and relationships. I could see the sadness wash over her face every time I'd say 'not now', and it broke me each time.

I just...wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was worthy and deserving of love. That a relationship could be healthy/

I was constantly watching my back, waiting for it all to fall so I could prove myself right. When it didn't...When I almost lost her to my own foolishness, it was the biggest wake-up call of my life. — Waking up in that hospital bed, I remember it vividly. Looking to my right to see a sea of ginger curls strewn about my bed, her soft snores filled my ears. She sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair with her head lying on my bed, and it was clear she hadn't gotten any sleep in days.

Later, I was told I'd been in a coma for three weeks.

In those three weeks, she'd never left my side until she had to shower, eat, or change. Morgan told me he'd arrive only to see her doing work beside me and Hotch was more than gracious enough to allow her to be with me.

⌫

Her eyes opened, pained by the awful fluorescent lighting overhead, and as her eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, she heard a familiar sound, those soft snores like music to her ears when she looked to her right and her suspicions were correct. You rest your head on your arms laid on the edge of her bed just next to her arm without the IV in it. You looked so peaceful, but she noticed how pale your usually cocoa skin looked.

She can't help but wonder how long you'd been there.

When she turns her head away from you, still scanning her surroundings, a soft British accent sounds out beside her rasp and sleep coating your vocals.

"Elle". You spoke so breathlessly as if you'd received the biggest surprise of your life. She took note of the way your eyes immediately welled up, apologies stumbling from your lips, "Baby, I'm so sorry I didn't mean—”

She'd shushed you, scooting over and patting a spot next to her. When you join her on the hospital bed that barely fits one let alone two, she kisses the top of your head, hand scratching and massaging through your soft ginger afro, she sighs and shakes her head, looking down at you.

"I know you didn't. Just sleep with me for right now, yeah"?

A tear slips from your eyes, you nuzzle gently into her side further, careful to not worsen any of her injuries.

"Yeah".

↳

I'd probably asked her to repeat what had almost happened to me a thousand times, something about hearing it was healing almost.

Though, she could make anything sound interesting with her voice like honeycomb. It was the one of the first things about her that’d caught my attention.

She knew how to make it real for me.

⌫

Elle lay in your arms, her head resting in your lap with your nails massaging her scalp. This wasn't the first time she'd asked you to retell the story, it was the fourth in a single week. You were happy to oblige, even if it hurt you to talk about seeing her almost die, You knew she needed this, and if it helped her in any way, you were glad to.

"The bullet hit a major artery. The doctor had come out to tell us of your death, I think my knees nearly buckled when I heard her starting to apologize".

She'd looked up at you, eyes and ears focusing solely on you like she hadn't heard the story a previous three times, she'd kissed the back of your hand gently when you had to stop for a moment to recollect yourself talking about how you'd thought you'd lost the love of your life.

Finally, you spoke again, eyes glossy.

"When she was about to call it, tell us her condolences, another of the surgical team ran out to tell her that there was a pulse, you could be saved. As soon as I heard the news, I did drop to my knees. I did. I thanked the stars that I'd get another chance to make it right, to tell you how much I loved you and regretted my words".

"You're doing so good, Beautiful", she'd whispered to you appreciatively, knowing how hard this was for you, It only made her love you that much more seeing the lengths you would go to to help her heal.

"It was touch and go for a few hours after that, you once again died on the table, three times. Finally, the doctor was about to give up until you got a steady pulse. They told us you fought like hell to get back to the team. But I couldn't help but think maybe..."

"It was. It was you, I don't remember much. I was talking to my father on the jet. Telling him all about the team, all about you. How I couldn't leave you just yet...Not on such a standstill".

Your breath caught in your throat at her words, you'd had your fair share of near-death experiences when working in SVU but you weren't sure you'd felt anything but coldness, a darkness. Elle had something to live for. She'd chosen to live for you.

"Y/n".

Your eyes shot to hers, she'd never really addressed you by your first name, only pet names she'd gifted you. So, when she'd said it, she'd gotten your full attention.

"Yea"?

"You were right...You were right, look, for a while" She sat up, moving to face you before continuing, "For a while it was about work, me wanting to continue lying. But, you were right. It wasn't just that".

Elle grabbed your hands in hers, her hazel eyes a vision of fall as she stared into yours, you knew the woman better than anyone, you could see this was hard for her; being vulnerable.

"I never thought of love as something that could be achieved in our field, not long term at least, and after about three failed relationships in, I stopped pursuing. I became terrified of commitment, and when you came along..."

"You got scared of the things you felt". You finished for her, sighing softly and pressing your forehead against hers, "Me too".

She nodded, "When I left your office thinking we were over, I realized my own cowardice. I knew I couldn't just lose you like that. I was gonna speak up and apologize. Talk it out. Anything. Until"

"Everything..." You whisper and cup her cheek in your hand, searching her eyes for that love, and when you see it. That same glint from first meeting, the side of your lips quirked up into a delicate smile, "I love you, Agent Greenaway".

"And I love you far more, Agent Y/ln".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

I glance at the door anxiously, eyes shifting from that to the clock ticking slowly on the wall, and back. Putting this in the hands of someone other than my own was nerve-wracking, especially dealing with something this important.

Eventually, the door opens, and I'm almost allowed to breathe, but not yet. Not just yet. You're almost there Elle.

Entrusting this with Penelope Garcia of all people was the scariest part of all this, but she came through without spilling all, I admit. She smiles at me, giving a thumbs up. And I appreciate it, I do, but it's not any more comforting. Right now nothing could comfort me.

And then, I look to her.

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A vision of perfection stood before me, and as Garcia finally removed her blindfold, I could feel my face get hot, my heart pumping faster. She was stunning. We stare at each other in awe, I can feel my father whispering in my ear that I was making a good decision.

For so long I'd rejected the idea, and now it was something I was more sure of than anything else in my life.

"Come here, Mi Amor" I hear myself whisper, my voice caught in my throat as I prepared myself for the task ahead. She walks over to me with her hand still cupping her mouth in shock as she grasps what the box in my hand means.

When she's close enough, I get on one knee. The tears welling in my eyes a perfect match for the ones in her.

"You two argue like an old married couple". "They're still at it? Ugh, get a room".

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My voice shakes, I'd never proposed to anyone, let alone after only a year of dating.

"Y/n Y/ln, happy one-year anniversary. Where do I even start this? I know this is probably soon, but...If there's anything in this world I've ever been sure of, It'd be you. My hesitance with commitment almost lost me the most wonderful woman ever crafted. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of hiding...I want you. Forever. Will you do me the honor and marry m-"

Before I could get another word in, I felt her launch herself into my arms, her hold on me confirmed everything I already knew.

I couldn't let anyone else have her. She was too valuable to me. To this world.

"YES! Yes, I'd be so honoured to be your Mrs. Elle Greenaway"!

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: A bit of a trauma dump ahead, but I'm back after going through the death of my uncle only a week ago, having horrible PTSD and sickle cell kicking my ass. I hope this is to your liking, lovely! Sorry for the long wait ):

[axewchao]

Decided to turn a couple of my OCs into Zelda races!

Why? Because I know for a fact that I can't just draw Dal n' Rev all day. One day I'll branch out, and that means I need more practice with everything else Hyrule has to offer =w=

'Specially the Zoras. Those damn fish... head... tail... things =_="

I'll be sticking their mini-bios under a readmore :3

Makani

A Gerudo journeying across Hyrule. Blessed with fire magic, she left Gerudo Town to learn how to properly control said power, mainly via fighting as many monsters as she can. She hopes to one day return to the desert and challenge the legendary Molduking. Has an affinity for baking, and has considered establishing her own bakery somewhere pleasant and pretty.

While Makani has a number of goals on her mind, one she struggles with revolves around her eventually finding a voe. She doesn't want to just... have a kid for the sake of adding to the next generation, then waltz off to continue pursuing her own desires like her mother did. She wants to find a husband and start a loving family, but still has dreams, and only has so much time to do either. Subconsciously, she feels like she's being rushed to pick one thing and stick with it forever, which stresses her out.

Dusty

A Goron traveling with Makani. He considers Makani his sworn sister because of the matching heart-shaped marks (okay Dusty's is a rock) on their necks. Like his name implies, he's known for leaving large trails of dust clouds whenever he rolls around. He uses this to his advantage when fighting monsters; blocking their vision with dust, then striking from behind. He can also use the spikes on his back to scale up various walls.

Dusty is particularly fond of crashing into things. Monsters, large rocks, ore deposits, you name it, he'll crash it. Like most other Gorons, he doesn't like the taste of gems, but still collects them to make easy rupees. After hearing about the powers each gem can hold, he's kept one of each type for himself, as he's now debating over whether he should just attach them to his weapons and call it a day or keep more and have them converted into jewelry later. That "diamond circlet" thing sounds pretty badass, after all...

Tuno

A young Zora that was found washed up on the shores of Hateno Beach by Symin some time prior to the events of BotW. Rather than let the child swim back out to the unknowns of the sea, Tuno was instead brought to the Domain, where he was taken in by Laflat. Much like Link, Tuno never says a word, but can communicate with other Zoras by wiggling his fins.

Tuno has abilities similar to that of a puffer fish, in that he can puff up his tail and raise a set of spines to stab/scare any would-be assailants or threats. However, unlike puffer fish, he isn't poisonous in any way. He rarely puffs up, both because he's difficult to scare, and because it looks embarrassingly silly. The one thing that does scare him, however, is Octoroks. It's possible that some kind of Octorok had terrified Tuno in the past, maybe even drove him away from the sea entirely.

Tuna

A Hylian boy who lives at the Woodland Stable. He's Tuno's best friend, and the two are as close as siblings. Tuna often wonders if it's possible for a person to turn into a Zora, and likes to daydream about what his "Zora form" would look like. Prefers playing with the horses rather than actually tending to them, and is often begging his parents to let him start his riding lessons.

For reasons unknown, Tuna is prone to falling ill on the night of a blood moon, often left bedridden by sunset. He's become a sort of alarm at the stable because of this, where if anyone is wondering when a blood moon will rise, they just check on him. If he's feeling dizzy, that means one's coming. He'll recover the following morning without fail, but this doesn't stop his parents and fish bro from worrying about him.

[trashbag-baby666]

Tomorrow Morning-Curt/Ken

Dedicated to my curtielicious @mangokittokatsu

Summary: Curt survived the war and owes Ken a ride.

WC: 1,035

C/W: Tooth rotting fluff.

MOTA Masterlist!

"Kenny." Curt most certainly hadn't even been back to his bed. He'd been out with Bucky all night now he was in Ken's quarters.

"What?" He tussled around a moment, his green eyes finally meeting Curt's.

"Let's go for a ride."

"What are you talking about?"

"In the plane, come on." Curt shook Ken's shoulder trying to get him out of bed.

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes. Now come on." Curt let his brows furrow sticking out his bottom lip.

"Fine, but if we get in trouble I'm telling them you kidnapped me." Ken shoved Curt's shoulder grabbing blindly for his boots at the side of the bed.

The smell of the morning dew on the tarmac, a haunting smell of all those early morning missions. But this was going to be different. This was just him and his sweet boy going for a little joyride.

"Ready, sugar?" Curt patted the under belly of the B-17.

"Just a minute." Ken called from the tail.

"Did ya find somethin'?"

"No, just doing one last inspection."

"Kenny." Curt put a hand on his hip, "Get in the damn bomber."

"Fine!" The curly haired boy stomped over to where Curt stood.

"Want a boost up?" Curt nodded to the small door above them. He nodded and put a hand on Curt's shoulder, the other basically lifting him in.

He sat on the edge and pulled himself the rest of the way in looking around. Yeah, maybe he was a little nervous. Five years of a damn war and him fixing these and he hadn't ever left the ground.

"Nervous?" Curt pulled himself in shutting the latch behind them.

"No, why would I be nervous?" Ken crossed his arms sitting on the floor still debating if he should get out and talk Curt out of this idea.

"Come on, you ain't gotta thing to be nervous about, doll face." Curt winked holding out his hand, "Your boyfriend is the best in the whole damn army Air Force."

Ken perked up a bit at that word, "Is that what we are?" His cheeks turned red and a small little grin fell on his face.

"That oughta be what we are." He let Curt pull him to his feet following him into the cockpit,

"Guarded this thing with my life in Stalag." Curt produced a frayed in the corners folded picture from his breast pocket. He unfolded it, handing it to him.

Staring back at him, a picture of himself shirtless re-painting on the pinup girl on Curt's fort. A small little smile on his face as he held the paintbrush in one hand turning back to look at Curt and the camera.

"Didn't even know you had this." Ken blushed, handing the photo back to him.

"Can't let everyone know who your dame is or they might try and steal ya from me."

"I can assure you, Curtie I'm not going to let just any guy swoop me off my feet." Ken ran over the checklist in his head of pre take off protocol. For a guy that's never flown he sure does know a lot about it.

"That's good to know, sugar." Curt reached over flipping something and the engines slowly began to whir to life. Ken was just hoping no one would hear, "She's ready. Are you?" Curt pointed a gloved finger at him. Ken looked out the windshield seeing the sun beginning to peak out just a bit.

"I am." He felt his heart lurch just a bit as the plane began to move forward on the runway.

"Settle down, baby. Everything is going to be just fine." Curt squeezed his thigh and then put his hand back on the controls.

He took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and resting his head against the seat. Curt speeding up the plane for take off,

"Woah." He felt his

stomach drop as the wheels came off the ground.

He grabbed onto Curt's forearm on instinct, his chest filled with anxiety. He trusted him though, and knew he'd keep him safe.

"You should open your eyes."

Ken flicked open his eyes being met with the candy pink clouds. The sun peaking out illuminating the clouds, goldens, purples, a blue here and there. God, it was beautiful.

"Wow."

"Knew you'd love it." Ken felt Curt's eyes on him as he marveled at the clouds. His toothy smile finding his face, his eyes wide with child-like excitement.

"Maybe Meatball was getting onto something about loving to fly." He snickered, "He didn't tell me it was this beautiful."

"Not when the Krauts are shootin' at ya."

Ken feared it was only days until they'd drag his boy away from him again. Send him to some base in the pacific theater. The war was over in Europe but it still raged on in the Pacific.

"But it's over now." Curt followed up his statement, placing another comforting squeeze to Ken's leg. It's over now. It rang and rang through his head. What if they didn't send him over? What if they would send him home and the other guys. What would be left for him? Would he himself be sent over to some base on a hot and humid island?

"Think about it, Kenny. Tomorrow morning we could go for another ride? Maybe we steal a bomber and go home? You wanna come to New York with me?"

"Yes. i'd go anywhere with you, Curtie." And it was true. Ken didn't care if he went back to Arkansas. He'd been yearning for home but now home just felt like Curt. The 18 long months of not knowing where his baby had been. He assumed the worst, he'd been shot down in Munster and he'd never be coming home. But then he did. Ken didn't know who he had to thank for returning him.

"Don't you woo me, boy I'm tryna' fly this plane." Curt flicked his toothy grin to Ken,

"Do you mean it?"

"What, baby?"

"Coming back to New York with me?"

Ken felt his heart skip a beat, he knew there were some serious undertones to Curt. But this was the most serious he'd ever seen.

"I'll follow you anywhere."

[glitchtricks94]

Crush Headcannons!: Jack Howl Birthday Edition

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE FIRST YEAR! Not gonna lie, Jack's been stealing my heart recently, so why not hear about how you steal his on his birthday, yeah? He's my precious puppy dog, so this will be a fun ride. Buckle up~! -Glitchtricks

His Heart was Snatched

You've been crushing on Jack for a long while now, ever since the events with the Magift tournament, and the fact that he was helping you with the events with Azul, just made your heart jump for joy. Now, with both incidents taken care of, you were able to breathe and start trying to carefully nurture your feelings and relationship with the wolf beastman. But just how did you start trying to make his own heart beat like a taiko drum?

They say that a way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Deuce had invited you to his club practice to watch, after all, your dearest friend was getting ready for an upcoming competition and he wanted your moral support. Being the wonderful friend you are, you agreed. And totally not because you'd get to see your crush, nope, just went to suppor- Okay, let's be honest, Deuce only asked you because he's lowkey is sick of you making puppy eyes at his clubmate...It was cringe as Idia-senpai would say. You came to the field with some water bottles and some fruit cups for the team to refresh with between their various exercises, but saved a special set for Jack, which were some pear fruit cups with little peach chunks in them; a lovely favorite of his. Cheering on your friend and your crush, you practically were a cheerleader for your boys. Vargas blew the whistle, praising the team for their work when the first laps were over, you taking that as your cue to spring into action. "Hey, guys! I brought refreshments!" You called out, gesturing to the coolers you dragged behind you to the track meet. "Whoa, seriously?" One Scarabia student asked, walking over with a grin on his face, "Thanks, prefect! I'm so happy Deuce invited you, you're so nice!" You couldn't suppress the giggle that bubbled in your throat; this guy was sweet and endearing, and you knew him to act much like Kalim in a way. "It's not an issue." You said, handing him an orange fruit cup and water bottle, going through the whole team before looking around for Jack. Your keen eyes spotted him off to the side taking a sip from his own bottle of water. You had to admit, your heart stung a little seeing how he didn't even try and greet you... However, this was just a little bump in the road; you were going to hang around him one way or another until he shoved you off. Walking over, you held a few pear and peach fruit cups for Jack, a light hum on your lips and a sparkle in your eye. "Hey, Jack!" You chirped, the wolf beastman looking over at you with a raised brow. "Oh, hey prefect. Didn't know you were here." That's a lie, Deuce told him. Jack looked down at your smaller form, his tail swaying side to side lazily, despite his earlier excitement. When he heard you'd be here, he was over the moon! The wolf could hardly hear Deuce talking to him in the locker room, his blood roaring in his head as his tail wagged enthusiastically. Now, though, he had to keep cool, after all he had his pride to look out for and he didn't need everyone to know that underneath his hard shell, he was just a lovesick puppy when it came to you. "Yeah, I came here with snacks and water for e-everyone." You stammered, trying to hide the small pang of hurt that surged through you. The sudden glimmer in your eyes fading didn't go unnoticed by Jack. "I brought you some pears. I kinda remember you mentioning you liked them at lunch the other day." That caught him off guard, his ears pinning to his head as he blushed softly, his tail starting to wag in time with the pounding of his heart. You really remembered something that small? "Oh, thanks, I guess." Jack said, taking one of the little fruit cups you had held out in your outstretched hand. Things sadly got awkward after that...

Okay, that didn't work...maybe a love letter? Yes, you were desperate. Yes, it was cheesy, but damn it, you wanted your puppy boy really badly and had run out of ideas. So, breaking out the cute little envelope with hearts on it, stickers, and writing supplies, you got to work. Normally, you prided yourself on your enjoyment of reading small fairytales here and there to pass the time since you didn't exactly have an electronics to occupy your eyes, but now, any sort of idea you had flew out the window as you sat at your desk. Your eyes bored into that accursed blank paper, your pen perched in your hand. "I hate my brain..." You sighed, starting to aimlessly write your feelings out for Jack to hear, deciding to stay anonymous with the note in case Jack decides to reject you. Your heart clenched at that thought, though you shook it off, very quickly. Grim was annoyed that night by your constant muttering, and he almost shot a fireball at you because you accidentally hit him with one of those paper balls of your poorly written feelings. "Watch it, henchman!" "Sorry, Grim!" The next morning, you snuck to class B, relief washing over you as you saw that even the professor hadn't arrived you were so early. So, making your way to Jack's seat, you placed your sealed love letter on the desk alongside a rose that Riddle allowed you to pick from the gardens, on the grounds that you help paint the others red and set up for the next Unbirthday Party, of course. Dashing out, you went about the rest of your day. Jack seemed more distant than ever though. What a let down...

A wise person once said, “You can’t expect to move forward if your emergency break is on.” So, fuck it. Today was the day, Jack's birthday, and you woke up bright and early to get with the program; today you were going to confess your feelings to Jack. You had picked out a good gift for him, a cute prickly pear cactus that was blooming a beautiful red flower with golden pollen sprinkling the inside. It felt like ages before classes were over and Jack when to go suit up in that birthday suit for his interview and gift. It looked like his interviewer was Ruggie, so you stood off to the side with a soft smile on your face. Your heart practically backflipped seeing how happy your normally stoic crush looked, holding the cactus from his upperclassman. Jack's eyes caught yours and his smile faded as he recomposed himself, thanking Ruggie profusely and getting up and leaving the room as the party got started. You followed after him, hoping to catch a glance at him or be able to at least give him your gift! What you didn't expect though was to see him reading over your letter in his room, the wolf having left his door open. You couldn't see his face, you saw his tail wagging happily, his ears pinned to his head. "Uhm, Jack?" You called out shyly, the wolf gasping and whipping around to look at you. "Heyyy...." "What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the party?" Jack growled, growing defensive as he crushed your letter in his hand. "I wanted to talk to you one on one, and give you the gift I bought for you." You explained, trying your damnedest to steel your nerves. Jack's ears perked up, the beastman tilting his head to the side. "You got me a gift?" "Of course! It's your birthday, silly!" You laughed, taking the cactus out of the bag and handing it to the wolf. Jack held the potted plant on his large hands like it was a precious diamond. "I...wow. Thanks..." Jack mumbled, his ears pinning to his head as his tail began swishing side to side. "This is beautiful." "Thanks, I-" "As beautiful as you..." The wolf muttered softly, making you freeze. "What?" "Huh?" "You find me beautiful?" You questioned, blushing deeply. Jack whined, looking away blushing deeply. "I...guess that makes a few things easier, if you want it to be, a-at least." "What do you mean by that?" Jack asked, looking at you in confusion, noting your blushing complexion. "I actually swung by to try and c-confess..." "I have to reject." Jack said, smashing your heart to bits. "W-what...?" "I have to reject." Jack reiterated. "I got this letter and, I...I wanna find out who sent it. It made me feel really good and-" "Jack, I made that and Grim can vouch...I wanted to go out with you for ages, would you...would you accept me? Just one chance?" "...Yeah...I was...I was hoping it was you honestly." Jack sighed, deciding to relent and just accept this fantasy of his. He loves you after all.

Let's give the new couple some space. Use your imagination! ---------------------------- Rushed, yes, happy, yeah, actually, I melt for this lad. I'm tired and stressed, so please enjoy this mess of mine and I'll see you later.

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

“oh my God you ARE fucking somebody!!!! and i bet it’s y/n!!” screams tina on the phone as you’re riding jungkook through his orgasm. he pulls you in for a kiss and you of course kiss him back. in the midst of the kiss, you come crashing down and melt like chocolate in jungkook’s arms. “fuck~” you pant while looking in jungkook’s eyes that are filled with love and admiration for you. tina has hung of the phone and is doing God knows what but you don’t ponder on it for long because you have what she doesn’t.

“i’m tired” you whine while leaning your head down on jungkook’s shoulder, you’re three seconds away from going to sleep on his shoulder but like the sweetheart he is, he goes to your bathroom to fill your bathtub with warm water for the two of you to sit and soak in.

after that steamy eventful night, jungkook is already gone by the next morning to deal with CEO stuff while you get ready to head for work. tina is of course pissed off and cries to her father about the matter which later pisses jaekuk off even more of his son’s recklessness but it will all end soon.

its been a week since you seen jungkook’s mother and the last time you talked to jungkook was earlier this morning. you and yerin are going about your separate ways after meeting up for your usual coffee date and you’re on the phone talking to your mother about coming back to switz soon.

nearby, a man is stalking you and has you in his crosshairs waiting for his signal.

“waiting on you boss” the man says while you’re happily talking to your mother without a care in the world.

“alright mom. i love you” you say but before you could hang the phone up—

“OH MY GOD!! SOMEBODY CALL THE AMBULANCE!!”

Jaekuk smirks in relief as soon as he hears about the news that you’ve been dealt with, the man starts to laugh maniacally as he hears the gunshot.

And he’s pretty sure that you’re taking your final breath so he cuts off the call and he takes a puff of the cigar in his mouth. “Poor yn.. I warned you so many times didn’t I?”

He tsks, while chuckling to himself. Jaekuk then proceeds to dial another number on his phone and then he orders the person on the line to confirm his flight to Korea.

He cannot wait to see Jungkooks face and your dead body.

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Jungkook’s phone rings, and he gets annoyed, he’s having the worst headache of his life. Thank God he didn’t have any meetings today. He is sitting in his office and… he feels like shit.

So who the fuck is calling him right now?

He reluctantly looks at the phone and picks it up after rolling his eyes. even though Tina has refrained from calling him, but he cannot really guarantee that if it’s not her calling him.

He hopes that it’s you.

“Hello?” he groans into the phone as it’s a number. He is so disappointed that it’s not you. “make it quick.”

“S-Sir…. It’s me the guy you hired to tail on ms l/n…” jungkook hums. of course he had someone telling it because obviously he wasn’t going to let you be on your own specially when you’re on his fathers hit list.

“I-I’m afraid of she’s been shot.” His eyes almost come out of the sockets as he hears the man, he stands up abruptly, and he feels his hands start to shake.

No no no!!!

“W-WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN THAT SHE’S BEEN SHOT?” Jungkook is screaming in his phone. He won’t believe it- you are alright, he tries to convince himself.

“ WHY THE FUCK WEREN’T YOU PROTECTING HER?” He shouts like a maniac. His veins popping out, his heart will burst in his chest he is sure.

“WHERE IS SHE OH MY GOD- W-WHERE IS SHE!?!”

“I-I AM ON MY WAY!!!!”

[catmansquad]

Excerpt "Clairvoyance" (2)

Technically, this occurs before the previous "Clairvoyance" excerpt.

(Incubus!Miguel x OMC) A medium finally manages to confront the spirit who has been haunting his dreams in the waking world.

He wasn’t sure how much of the night he had spent, sat with the handsome spirit in his bed, explaining everything he could about the life and history of his favourite Spider-man, both with the mask and without. Miguel sat and listened with a quiet and gentle patience, Alex noticed even his ears were slightly pointed, just one more reminder that he was very much inhuman. ‘So… You can see why I think you’re just messing me about.’ ‘Huh. That’s… Unsettling. There are some parts where I’d swear you were quoting my life-story… Seriously, even my half-brother… Man, Gabri’s gonna freak if I tell him this…’ His look of distant thought turned into a calm smile. ‘I don’t have the venomous fangs, though. I mean, I’ve got fangs, still- well, technically I don’t since I’m… Dead. I’m really just energy at this point, projecting how I want you to see me… Well, I mean, I can have fangs- uh, keep the fangs if you like them, I do… Uh…’ He had watched that calm smile gradually turn into flustered babbling, one hand scratching the back of his neck. ‘…. Yeah…’ ‘What’s… a Gan… uh?’ The Incubus’ expression returned to that calm, confident smile once again, tail swishing across the bedsheets. ‘Gancanagh…’ He purred softly. ‘They’re a type of Fae from Ireland, they like the name, it comes from the Celtic “gean cánach”… “Love Talker”…’ Alex marveled at how Miguel’s accent slipped flawlessly into a Irish baritone for the pronunciation, then snapped right back again. ‘Yes, my father was one… See, they’re seductive all on their own, but they’ve got a secret weapon, too…’ He held out his hands, waiting patiently until Alex held out his own for them to be taken, the scent of something sweet in the air that made his heart race. ‘What’s that then?’ Those red eyes glinted with mirth, smile growing. ‘They can secret a toxin from their skin, it makes humans utterly addicted to them… Sometimes they use it as an aphrodisiac on their current interest.’ The Incubus winked, and Alex snapped alert with the realization and he sharply pulled his hands out of the spirit’s grasp, hearing him laugh. ‘Oh, don’t be that way, Alex… I told you already, I’m just energy. I mean, even if I was still a living entity, uh… I’m still only half-blooded, so you wouldn’t have gotten the full kick from it. It’d probably just make you want to ride me until your brain melted from pleasure… Actually, it’d probably make that feel really good too…’ He felt the energy shift, saw the Incubus’ eyes widen, his tail flicked with more energy as his smile grew. ‘Damn, I’m almost too hot for my own good! I don’t suppose you want to ride me now…? I’m in a mood…’ The Medium swallowed thickly, feeling the sheer energy that radiated from the spirit before him; joy, excitement, that heavy sexual charge in the air. He watched the Incubus raise an eyebrow suggestively, tongue licking slowly across his lips. Alex took a breath to calm himself, and block out the energy. ‘… So, you’re half-Fae and you’re like this. I can scarcely imagine just how irrepressibly horny Gabriel is in contrast.’ ‘W-wait! No, no… No, no… Gabri’s a really nice guy. Like he’s very, uh… introverted? He likes to do painting and art of all sorts. He’d be the type to find a lonely woman and just be the romantic man of her dreams. He’s quiet and gentle.  Don’t stereotype him, Alex… That’s not fair on him or me.’

‘Ah, speaking of being stereotyped; what… Do you know about my kind?’ ‘Uh… Incubi are entities who feed on sexual energy, they like to appear as handsome men, and typically feed on, uh… women.’ Miguel laughed softly. ‘Yeah, I expected that would be what you’d know. We’re beings of passion. Our very nature encompasses the expanse of passion, and true, we do feed on that energy. But we also… Feel a lot more intensely than your kind do. We’re also incredibly skilled shapeshifters and talented actors… So, if you’re not happy- or want to try something else, uh… Let me know. I won’t judge you for your wants.’ Alex glanced away, looking out the window at the brief flash of blue lights, a police car racing down the nearby street. He glanced back and his eyes went wide; Miguel reclined on his side, tail draped across his waist, head resting atop his hands. He looked… skinny, almost frail, radiating a sense of vulnerability, red eyes wide and sparkling with submissiveness that hooked into Alex’s heart, sparking a tempting protectiveness. ‘I trust you to keep me safe, Al… But… Well… If you wanted…’ The Incubus leapt up from the bed with a frantic energy, stepping past Alex and brushing a clawed hand over his shoulder as he passed. Alex turned and followed him and took a sharp step back, the Incubus had changed again; now a sheer, towering mountain of muscle, so tall that his horns nearly scraped the ceiling, massive arms folded across a broad chest, peering down with an almost arrogant smirk, pushing the other end of the extreme spectrum. From his back, great shadows spread into vast, leathery wings that he spread wide, filling even more of the room. ‘… You could put that smart mouth of yours to better use, and get down on your knees, mi vida…’ The Medium watched him strike various poses, muscles bulging, tail swishing with delight. ‘Want to feel, mm? Oh, I bet you do… Heheh, you’re blushing like a virgin- oh, that was rude; you are…’ Alex swallowed thickly, aware his throat was dry, feeling weak in the knees. Miguel chuckled softly at his reaction, and in the time it took Alex to blink, he had returned to his regular size and shape, tail swaying happily. ‘Let me know what floats your boat, and I’ll make it rock.’ ‘Oh… Oh my…’ He took a second to sort out his flustered reaction, aware of just how easily the Incubus could make his heart race. ‘I... Uh… I think I enjoy you just like this, Miguel.’ Still smiling, the Incubus stepped closer and embraced him in a hug, he felt the sensation of his tail wrapping down one leg, the feel of little kisses on his cheek. ‘Oh, I know… I know…’   Alex blinked and glanced at the clock on his bedside table, so much of the night had passed by in conversation with the spirit who had somehow squirmed easily into his life. ‘I should probably go back to bed, I don’t want to get sick…’ He shivered at the blistering, erotic energy that lingered on his skin as he stepped straight through Miguel and found his bed once again, still faintly warm. ‘Mm… Goodnight, Miguel… You can stay if you want to…’ He shut his eyes, well aware of how the presence shifted to right beside him, and he peeked an eye open to find Miguel lying next to him, red eyes soft and gentle, head resting on his hands. ‘Mm… Not gonna lie, you were pretty hot all beefy and winged…’ ‘Oh, I know… ‘ ‘… But it was… You were, um… Too big?’ Miguel chuckled softly, eyes closing as he hummed before meeting his gaze once again. ‘Well, I’ll stay with that feedback, and you get some well-deserved sleep, hmm? Sleep well…’ His energy became calm and warm, draped over Alex’s body like a soft blanket, soothing.

Days passed, into weeks, and Alex began to quickly grow accustomed to the Incubus’ presence in his life. It was only one day when he was out shopping did the realization arrive to him. He cleared his throat into the sleeve of his elbow, keeping his voice a low whisper. ‘Please… Please put some proper clothes on…’ The Incubus’ tail curled into a question mark, Miguel raised an eyebrow, hands on those narrow hips, standing beside him in nothing but tight black boxers. ‘… But, no-one can even see me- wait, I’m not even wearing clothes to begin with.’ ‘Please… Don’t strip just because you said that… Please, Miguel. Some children can sense spirits and I really don’t want to have to walk past some kid tugging on their mother’s skirt and asking why the big man with horns and a tail is naked.’ Miguel’s chuckle was rich and warm, amusement clear in his tone and he nodded, only after making a brief display of flexing his muscles. ‘Yeah, I guess only you deserve to see this stunning physique…’ ‘Unbelievable…’ The Medium sighed, turning back to the frozen food and scouring the pizzas on display. He let a disgusted noise escape him at the sight of one topped with pineapples and pushed it aside for one with classic pepperoni. He would have gone for the meat feast, if it wasn’t likely to draw a salacious comment from the spirit he had grown fond of. ‘Ta-da.’ He turned around and nearly missed his basket with the pizza, glaring at the Incubus who was now standing clad in the red and dark blue of the 2099 Spider-man suit. ‘Seriously…? Not what I meant, Mig.’ He didn’t need to see the Incubus’ face behind that mask, he could see that spaded tail swishing that indicated his joy. ‘What? These are clothes. Tight clothes. Mm, I know you like me in this outfit…’ He took a calming breath, glancing around to check that there were no witnesses. ‘I mean, you can wear whatever you want- you could literally choose to appear in a freakin’ rabbit costume-!’ ‘Is that a request?’ ‘-No! I mean, surely you’ve got taste and style outside of trying to tease me… Right?’ He watched Miguel fold his arms, humming, the outfit really was skintight. ‘Alright, Al… But I’m keeping this one in reserve for later…’ Alex pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling before trying to recall exactly what it was that was next on his shopping list. Milk, definitely milk. ‘Better?’ He spared a glance, then did a double take, milk fleeing his mind at the sight of the Incubus in his newest wardrobe selection; dressed in black leggings, a black shirt with the top three buttons undone, the glimpse of that broad chest, and a soft white jacket over the top, a golden chain glinted around his neck. He looked smart, refined, a man of taste who was comfortable in his own skin. Miguel softly tugged the ends of his jacket sleeves in turn before giving Alex an aside glance, confident, almost smug. Maybe he was also a little taller than before, a little more muscular, even his horns seemed longer. ‘You want to pick your jaw off the floor and tell me what you think?’ Alex was grateful no-one was still in the same aisle as him, they would’ve seen him staring slack-jawed at empty air. ‘I… I think I want people to see you now, so I can say you’re my boyfriend. You’re gorgeous.’ ‘Heh. Strange what a little wardrobe tweak can do for your image, hm?’ One clawed hand raised to his mouth and Alex watched those long fingers ending in sharp nails unfurl one by one until he blew a kiss. ‘Why just pretend that I’m your boyfriend…? I’m hot and single, so are you…’ He was left almost breathless as the Incubus stepped closer, wrapping Alex up in his energy, one hand stroking against his face tender, longing. The medium remembered to inhale again. He could feel Miguel’s tail wrap slowly down his leg. Alex drew his next breath, aware of how easily and hard he was falling for this spirit. The Incubus smiled, winking playfully. ‘Remember; you wanted milk.’

[rhettabbotts]

Shelby I hope you're doing ok and that things are a little bit smoother. Believe me, it's been a rough week up here but things will always look up one way or another.

I hope you don't mind me sharing this little thought with you (because I know you probably need a good laugh every now and again), but my dad and I were just watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation and the thought that came has me giggling.

Rhett x wifey!reader have taken the kids up to the Dutton land to celebrate Christmas. Rhett, Kayce, Rip and the other hands (whose kids also like to run amuck across the land) are all busy tending to the cattle and the bison while the moms are all inside getting the house set up.

John decides he's gonna take the kids to go and find a Christmas tree, the kids are all piled in the truck with Grandpa/Papa Johnny, singing along to whatever's playing on the radio. Later on some jackass starts riding their tail ends and John's like "well, gotta get him off my tail somehow."

He goes, "Hey kids, look, a deer!" the kids all turn to look and John promptly flips off the ding-dong that's been riding them for a half mile. Later when they get home with the tree, the dads are laughing, the mothers are exasperated and the kids are still giggling about it.

oh this is such a sweet thought im just 🥹🥹🥹 thank you for sharing w me my love it definitely made me smile!!! my heart is so full thinking about this

[eviesessays]

35. What are your favorite memories of each of your children growing up?

Whenever I think of the funny and memorable things my children did growing up, I always end up wishing I had enjoyed them more and worried less about feeding, clothing and educating them.  They were cute, funny, intelligent lovable children who did heart warming things.

For eleven years we lived on Lansing Drive.   It was a neighborhood of young families with children in every home.  One day I was at my easel painting when the doorbell rang and two older ladies said they were there for the concert.  They showed me their tickets drawn perfectly in Heather’s seven year old script.  Indeed there was a concert in my backyard.  Heather had gathered all the outgrown costumes from past recitals and taught the younger children dances.  Our patio was their stage and everyone generously applauded all the efforts. 

Jaylyn was my pensive one.  She seldom spoke up since Heather always spoke for both of them when necessary or not.  She once was invited to join Heather and their daughter, Joanne on an early Spring ride to the beach.  I told Jaylyn she could go but she had to talk to everyone.  On return she reported talking the entire conversation.  Joanne’s Mom asked if anyone wanted gum and Jaylyn reported saying, “I do.  I do”.Jaylyn once asked me if the back of our head was our three head since the front was our forehead.  She wondered if there were little hands in the dishwasher that washed our dishes when we closed the door.  

Heather was a girl scout and went off to Camp May Flather in Virginia, one summer.  She dutifully got all her things together by herself.  She very conscientiously checked her list and had everything.  I was so proud of her.  She recently told me she had kept all the letters I wrote to her and has scanned them into perpetuity.  Jaylyn was not interested in scouting.  She had no interest in sleeping on the ground with bugs running freely everywhere.  She wanted to take guitar lessons.  I signed her up with a teacher recommended by my neighbor.  She quickly lost interest saying he played with is head nodding sideways and his mouth open.  Definitely not a good match. In later years Jaylyn took up the dulcimer.  

About this time Robin was in second grade and came home one day bursting with the great news that her teacher’s cat had kittens and she could have one free if her Mom allowed this.  My response was an emphatic, “NO”.  I explained to Robin that she would lose interest in her kitten and fifteen years hence she would be off at college and I would still be living with that cat.  Her teacher then allowed the children to come and see the kittens and I agreed we could all go and look at the kittens.  Three weeks later we brought Ida Grey Pussy Cat Joss home and 18 years later I was still living with her.  At this same time Heather’s friend down the street had a miniature Schnauzer who had puppies and they would certainly take much better care and interest in a dog.  We named her OttenBritt and called her Britt.  It seemed a perfect name.   My maternal grandmother’s maiden name was Anna OttenBritt.  She was born in Germany.  It was a great name for our new family member.  Peter was a senior in college in  May of 1985 when I had to have Britt euthanized.  She was a great pet.  her stub of a tail wagged at the mere prospect of play time.  All the children loved Britt.  Once when Jaylyn was in high school, she brought home an exchange student for dinner.  His name was Yugi and he was from Japan.  Britt was lying on her cushion under the desk in the kitchen and Yugi asked, “Is your pet a cat or a dog”?  She was just a cute little bundle of brindle grey fur but everyone loved Britt.  

Robin made every effort to keep up to her older sisters.  She played school with them.  She wanted to learn all they learned.  One day as her Dad was having breakfast she asked if he would like his paper to read and he agreed that would be nice.  She then asked if he would like today’s or tomorrow’s ?  Well, given a choice, he would take tomorrow’s.  Robin was at the coffee table shuffling papers and then tearfully said, “I can’t know what is tomorrow’s.  I’m too little to read”. Robin was not often stumped.

I clearly remember Heather’s first day of school.  She went off full of confidence that she could handle this.  She seemed so little to be sent out into the world.  When I waited for her after school she assured me she knew all the right answers.  The questions were, “What is your name? and Where do you live?’  My wee scholar knew all the right answers.  I was very proud of her.

Peter was about four when he was invited to our neighbor’s birthday party.  He had a fever the night before but seemed fine at party time.  In his best clothes he went off, gift in hand to Robbie’s party.  He was brought home about an hour later feverish and vomiting.  Peter was convinced the potato chips were bad and for many years did not eat a potato chip.  When Peter was in kindergarten he told me his teacher was very beautiful.  She in fact, was quite plump, had red hair and freckles.  She was a marvelous, kind and gentle teacher and I was proud Peter saw her beauty.

Only Robin escaped broken bones and Heather didn’t break her leg til she fell on the ice at the University of Maryland. When we lived on Lansing Jaylyn fell off her bike one day and came home complaining about her arm hurting.  Like a good mother and nurse I applied ice.  The next day there was no relief and Dr Shaver confirmed the arm was broken.  We went on our usual week at Rehoboth Beach with Jaylyn’s arm in a cast.  On a summer visit to Sioux Lookout Peter was playing on a self propelled merry go round and fell off.  He had a greenstick fracture  of his right wrist.  He was in Sioux Lookout General Hospital.  The next day under general anaesthetic if was realigned and a cast applied.  Peter was amazed that he went to sleep and he was not even tired.  The doctor I had known since childhood had made things right.

I cannot stop thinking about this story.  I think about the Mother’s Day breakfast in bed with eggs scrambled in peanut butter.  Then there was the time they tasted Miracle Grow tablets  and as I as looking up the poison center telephone number Robin,  was doing arabesque across the kitchen.  She assured me she had licked some and didn’t die.  

They were such great kids. We made trips to Canada to visit my brother Kip and his family of four.  One trip was in my Triumph T3 .  Heather was my copilot and Jaylyn, Robin and Peter sat on that wee ledge in back all the way from Washington, DC to Kingston, Ontario.  Kids do not come any greater than that.