#she is. monkey deer...

[majachee]

Sona wip except arms elude me

[cave-monkey]

Monkey King 2009 Episode 7

Huh. Is it just me or did they do something different with the animation this episode? More detailed faces? Additional expressions, maybe? The transitions aren't as smooth, but there seems to be...more there, somehow.

Anyway, in making up for the last two episodes I guess, this one is just fun. Ginseng Fruit is an absolute character. I'm not sure I like them, exactly, but then, neither is Stone Monkey, so there we go lol.

The monkeys being perfectly okay with random little guys clambering over them is one of my favorite things. They're immune to this sort of thing. Or like...mostly. We had a bit of a sample size this episode.

Marshal Ma: Immediately starts stress-scratching but makes zero effort to actually remove this weird little creature from his person. Marshal Liu has to rescue him.

Marshal Liu: Perfectly at ease with this weird little not-monkey hanging off of him. Cool as a cucumber. An absolute pro. A Dad, even.

Stone Monkey: GET IT OFF

(Stone Monkey succumbed to the inevitable and let Ginseng Fruit clamber over him and go on rides as they please eventually, but also they WILL get slung into the stratosphere if they can't hang on and Stone Monkey doesn't see how that is any of their concern. Train that grip or die, little buddy.)

They were trying to endear the four generals to us in the beginning of the episode too, I just know it, but I am holding strong. They need to properly apologize at this point before they get ANY slack. That said, them actually trying to do their jobs (to varying degrees of success) and actively looking out for their exhausted troop, was pretty all right. Sure, the fact that they can't manage to figure out how to man sustainable defenses without running their forces into the ground before any battle or siege even has a chance to start isn't good, but we already know they aren't great at their jobs and that's probably meant to be the point. Maybe a nod to how frequently Flower Fruit Mountain got into deep shit without Monkey King in the actual book.

And, okay, if the Demon King had actually been testing their defenses during this time, I'd cut them some slack, but we know he wasn't. He was busy fumigating his house and losing to fruit babies. He has a life outside of you!

Also, General Ba not even pretending to be doing anything besides shit-stirring was kind of funny.

Them not immediately letting on that they know exactly who Stone Monkey is was...probably cool of them, though? Not throwing the kid under the bus of this total stranger. Or they were just messing with Ginseng Fruit because they could. They're monkeys, Ginseng Fruit is Dramatic; maybe it was just too tempting to resist the mischief. Or they just wanted to pretend Stone Monkey didn't exist for awhile! The possibilities are endless.

Stone Monkey gets woken up from a nap and immediately chooses violence against random infants. (He is going to regret that.)

Hilarious how, so long as they were arguing and Ginseng Fruit was insulting him, Stone Monkey was perfectly happy to hang around, but as SOON as they start loudly praising him to the heavens, he panics and runs for the hills. Relatable. Little does he know, no one will ever reach Ginseng Fruit escape velocity. You are friends now, Stone Monkey. The choice was never yours. Face loss with dignity. (He does not. I haven't really felt the need to share screenshots in awhile, but this whole episode has me wanting to, because Stone Monkey's faces while Ginseng Fruit ran him down were great. Boy was struggling.)

But also, wow, he really does like his friends a little mean, doesn't he? Stone Monkey has a type, and Ginseng Fruit is not it. Good thing Ginseng Fruit has decided this isn't their problem.

Speaking of, I was gonna make a comment about Six Ears being inexplicably missing again for an entire half an episode, but turns out Stone Monkey was going to visit Jade Rabbit this whole time, so, you know. I guess that's their go-to excuse now for when they need a reason Six Ears and Stone Monkey aren't attached at the hip? Last time they just had to do it and hope no one noticed. (We noticed.)

Also I'm sure Six Ears being left totally alone while the Demon King and Company were screaming about flattening Flower Fruit Mountain in the beginning of the episode isn't going to lead to any unfortunate circumstances.

AWWW. Jade Rabbit protected Stone Monkey! She's got him tucked behind her when she goes after Ginseng Fruit, and even more notably, Stone Monkey stays there. I'm pretty sure Ginseng Fruit traumatized him. The Demon King wishes he had what Ginseng Fruit has. Literally. (Also also...so Stone Monkey SEES the crater left from where she went after Ginseng Fruit and even makes a 'wow I almost witnessed a murder. wow I might STILL witness a murder' face while Ginseng Fruit is held at wand-point but...says nothing to vouch for this kid. Leaves them to fend for themself entirely. Cold, Stone Monkey.) (He will also come to regret that.)

Jade Rabbit's really a, uh, 'kill them all, let Someone sort it out, maybe' kind of a girl, huh? Shoot first, ask questions never. She is out for BLOOD. That rock VAPORIZED. That's a nice little warm-up for what she wants to do to another, somewhat monkier shaped rock. She really went from ':)' to 'MURDER' in .2 seconds flat, and that is not an exaggeration.

And, look, she's going for Stone Monkey's entire, literal life almost immediately after this, but backing up I have to say that Stone Monkey's embarrassed/apologetic smile and Jade Rabbit's answering embarrassed smile while Ginseng Fruit did their thing was so cute. They're cute.

And then Jade Rabbit's slow death glare over her shoulder.

[insert boss music]

Run.

(Stone Monkey's blank Default Smile Face when he dodges Jade Rabbit's first murder attempt is also extremely funny. He is having a day today.) (This episode is so funny.)

And don't let me forget to mention!

Appreciation for the fact that, even while running for his life and still actively being pursued by divine vengeance, Stone Monkey is 100% ready to switch gears over to Gotta Rescue Six Ears mode on a dime.

But also: What are the chances?

Just glances casually to the left while sprinting away from a Murder Rabbit shooting death beams and, oh, hey, there's Six Ears getting MOBBED just down that hill! What a coincidence!

Like, not only do we find Six Ears surrounded by enemy soldiers like they're iron shavings and he's the magnet in a kid's science demonstration, but they somehow managed to find him in the MIDDLE of a RANDOM PART OF THE MOUNTAIN, presumably NOWHERE NEAR the main body of the troop considering how close they are to the Forbidden Forest, with Six Ears probably not having been doing anything but minding his own business and taking a nap away from the noise or whatever else it is he does when off by himself, like, not only this, but also Stone Monkey manages to run right into them.

Quick, what do you think is more powerful? Six Ears's 'Designated Damsel' danger magnet aura or Stone Monkey's inexplicable ability to cut a straight line toward him at any given moment of duress?

Jokes aside, Six Ears was holding his own pretty well, though! Stone Monkey's coming in like an irate comet in a few seconds, so he'll definitely be fine unless the Demon King manages to grab him as a shield and run first, but Six Ears managed to hold out against most of them by himself! Pretty sure he killed a dude, too? Ehhh I'm sure it's fine. He's doing a good job! He shouldn't beat himself up too much for needing help! (He's definitely going to beat himself up too much.)

...Oh, hey! It occurs to me that Jade Rabbit and Six Ears are almost in sight of each other.

!!!

Let them be friends.

Or the pettiest of mortal enemies. I feel like that could work too, but also that those are probably the only two options.

[othersidedd]

Cigarettes

Jackson! Joel Miller x f!reader

🖤 Joel smokes for the stress and you want to join him. However Joel thinks you're too sweet for cigarettes, but maybe he can offer you something else for your restless nights.

🖤 (sorry i think smoking is kinda hot) songs that inspired me w this; !!too sweet - hozier!!, a little death - the neighbourhood, art deco - lana del rey and cigarette smoker fiona - arctic monkeys

🖤 wc. 3.5k

🖤 Tags: one shot, (romanticized) smoking, stressed joel, struggle with sleep, opposites attract, kissing, praise, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), joel has hair yum, soft joel but he also mocks you for a bit

(reader is described as having hair she can braid)

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Smoking had became a habit for Joel, with all the stress about Ellie and his past memories that kept him up tossing and turning around bed most nights. Cigarettes were his way to calm down on those hard nights. He'd go to the porch of his house, setting down the cigarettes and a glass of whiskey on the wooden table. He'd reach for the lighter in the pocket of his blue worn jeans. He would sit there in the dark and quietness, sometimes for just a few minutes, sometimes for almost an hour. He enjoyed the way it was just him, he'd take long drags of the cigarette and slowly close his eyes, feeling the cold night breeze on his rough skin. He only allowed himself one cigarette per night, after all cigarettes weren't the easiest thing to obtain during these times.

You knew about Joel's bad habit. You'd seen him multiple times on your late night walks. Sometimes he would see you and quietly nod his head your way, an acknowledgement. Other times he wouldn't see you, his eyes closed and head slightly leaned back. Those times you'd linger around for a bit longer, stopping in your tracks and admiring the rough looking man, his skin highlighted by the dim yellow lights of his porch. But you decided to stop admiring him after a time you got caught by the man himself. You swore you only stood there for a few small seconds, watching Joel exhale the gray smoke of the cigarette resting between his calloused fingers, his eyes closed and face less tense and worried compared to other times you'd see him around the town. But apparently your seconds of eyeing him were too long. Joel slowly opened his eyes, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. His dark brown eyes found you, standing some meters away. Just standing there, completely still, like a deer in headlights, staring right back at him. His intense gaze felt almost primal on you, making your body fill up with nervousness, you wanted to run away.

"You need somethin'?"

You quickly averted your eyes from him, finding anywhere else to look but him. Nervously you fidgeted with your hands in front of you, suddenly you felt too aware of everything, of yourself, you thought about how pathetic you probably looked to him. He probably wanted to laugh at you. You stood frozen in one spot, shaking your head. You hoped that was enough of an response to him as you forced your legs to move you away from the awkward encounter, one step at a time closing the distance to your house.

Joel looked at you, eyebrow slightly cocked and his eyes filled with amusement. You avoided looking at him, turning your back to him and continuing to walk, causing you to not notice the smallest hint of a smirk forming on his lips. Joel had seen you on your walks, but you would always just walk past, barely even admitting his presence in the dark night. He wondered why you took your walks so late, it felt unusual for you. You were always so pretty, put together, as put together you can be in apocalypse, you usually wore old, a little rough looking sundresses, yet they still hugged your body in just the right places and made your sweet smile look brighter in a way. You had found some spare cloth, deciding to turn it into bows, you'd tie your hair with them. Sometimes your hair was in braids with little bows at the ends, that was Joel's favorite one. He always admired the way you looked so soft, like the apocalypse had just never happened to you. And you seemed happy, so why were you out in the middle of night, walking around in your sleeping clothes and messy hair? These were Joel's private moments, but somehow you had made your way into them. Some nights he found himself expecting you. He gazed in the direction of your house, and when he finally saw you coming, he tried to study your face, which the dim lighting made difficult. Did you wear any worries, or sadness on your face? Were you also bothered by old memories and stress? He would blow out smoke and watch you pass by.

You walked to your door quickly, taking a deep breath when your hand fell on your door knob. You promised yourself you would not stare at him again, to save yourself from this embarrassment in the future. Your heart was still beating as you reached your bedroom. You swore to yourself, feeling annoyed knowing that now you were definitely not getting any sleep. You laid your body on the cream white sheets. Sleeping had always been hard for you. You remember that even as a kid you would turn around in your bed for what felt like hours, flipping your soft pillows over multiple times. And now, being in the middle of an apocalypse, falling asleep had just gotten more difficult. That's why you started to go on your little strolls, the fresh air helped ease your mind a little bit. And when you started seeing Joel on his smoking breaks, you started looking forward to the walks even more. You couldn't help it, Joel was like the total opposite of you, big, rough skin filled with old scars and bruises, dark brown eyes surrounded by wrinkles caused by years of worrying and fighting, and that made you all the more interested in him. You felt like the only thing similar between you two were these sleepless nights. He intimated you, but in a way that made your stomach flip. Some days you would see him in town, and you felt like he always looked at you for too long, you could never hold the eye contact as he studied your face, your body, the way your hair was put today. You'd look away, trying your best to look busy. Joel had taken notice to how you avoided his studying gaze every time, as if you were afraid of him.

It was one of those nights again, for the both of you. Joel had an especially rough day, Ellie giving him attitude for the whole day and his past haunting him again. You felt restless tossing your body around your soft sheets. You had tried everything, drank water, took a warm shower, you even tried counting sheep, but nothing would bring you even an inch closer to drifting to sleep. So, you finally gave up, sat up on the edge of the mattress, sighed loudly and went to grab your jacket. A worn and slightly dirt covered denim jacket. You threw it over your nightdress, grabbed a pair of boots and made your way outside. It was completely quiet outside, everyone surely already long asleep. You went on your usual route, unconsciously making your way towards Joel's house. His porch lights flickered in the distance, and you noticed his familiar figure sitting there, smoke lingering around him.

Joel heard your soft steps against the gravel. He'd started to listen for them, hoping you would pass by. In a way it comforted him, knowing he wasn't alone in his late night worries and habits, you had something bothering you too.

He looked ethereal in the porch lights, his dark eyes glimmering like pearls. His dark curls slightly messy, you'd guess that was caused by rolling around in bed. His eyes followed your every move, as if you would suddenly attack him and he needed to keep watch. But he knew this would go just the same it always does, you walking past, only giving him a few small glances, leaving him alone again.

Something inside of you sparked when you saw him, you turned your head just once more to get a full look at him, his gray t-shirt covered in small wrinkles and his rough looking blue jeans. The cigarette resting between his lips, before his fingers grabbed it again. He was still looking into your eyes as he exhaled the smoke, and you couldn't help but feel something deep in your stomach. You were tired of these hard, lonely nights, you were going to try to change something tonight. It took you every bit of courage to open your mouth, and your question came out as more of a whisper.

"Can I join you?"

You thanked the nightly quietness around you for the fact that Joel heard you. He nodded, his expression softening ever so slightly. As you made your way towards him and the wooden porch, the smell of cigarettes reached your nose. You had never smoked, but it seemed to help Joel with his nights, so maybe it could have benefit to you too. Joel still kept his eyes tightly on you, he was unsure of your motives, he could only read nervousness on your face.

"Did you need something?" Joel finally allowed himself to speak as you sat down on the other chair, placed on the other side of the table that his drink and cigarette pack were resting on.

"Can I have one?" You said slowly. Joel looked confused, but you nodded your head towards the pack and earned a low laugh from him.

"Didn't know you were a smoker," Joel said with amusement in his voice. "Ya' sure don't look like one.” He eyed your pretty nightdress that peeked from under your jacket.

"Well- I'm not. I've never smoked. But-" You anxiously played with your fingers in your lap. "I have trouble sleeping, I thought, maybe it could help." Joel chuckled at your response and raised his eyebrows.

"That so?" He took a long breath of his cigarette, your eyes following his fingers moving it to his mouth. His rough and dry mouth wrapping around it, making the cigarette look oddly small. "You shouldn't." He added while blowing out the tobacco filled air from his mouth. You looked at his every action, you felt like your stomach was burning. Your mouth hang slightly open. "Why?" You softly said and Joel's eyes returned to you.

"You're too sweet for this stuff," He aimed the cigarette in his hand towards you. "Rather' keep it that way." You almost felt like he was being kind to you, did he really care about you enough to not want you to smoke? But you wanted to try, you were willing to attempt anything if it had any possibility of easing your nights.

"Please Joel," His breath shivered at your pleading, the way your eyes shined. Such a pretty little thing, begging something from him. It made his head flood with thoughts he shouldn't have, that he haven't had in a long while. "Just one?" You whispered into the night air.

"We don't wanna ruin your pretty lungs, darlin'."

Even if he was only calling your lungs pretty, something he couldn't even see, it still made your heart leap in your chest.

"Besides, what's got you so sleepless? Ya' always seem like such a sunshine around these streets."

You shrugged your shoulders, looking up at the starry sky. "Night time has always been a struggle for me." You explained to him, seeing in your side vision how he took a sip of the dark orange liquid, his whiskey.

"If ya' really want these nasty things so bad," he said, a little bit of ash falling from the cigarette between his fingers. "Come here." You slowly rose up from your seat, cold wind hitting your bare legs. You made your way around the table, stopping in front of his chair unsurely. You weren't sure what he wanted from you, where he wanted you, what he was going to do. You'd assumed he would be a gentleman and light you one, hand it to you here, not wanting to reach over the table.

But instead, his fingers brought the cigarette up to his own lips. Slowly he took a breath in, rising from his seat to stand in his full height in front of you. The action made you feel small, you had to stretch your neck and look up to maintain the tense eye contact between the two of you. Joel held the smoke in his mouth, and you felt his hand making it's way to your face. His index finger positioned under your chin, and his thumb slightly brushed under your lips. The excitement in your stomach, that was slowly moving to between your thighs was almost unbearable. Joel was like an unsolved mystery to you, his next move, next words were always a surprise to you. He looked at your lips, forcing you to open your mouth by pulling at your lower lip with his thumb. He close the last inches of distance between you two, and brought his lips dangerously close to yours.

At this point you had already long forgotten about the cigarettes on the table beside you, those being the last thing you wanted right now, but Joel gently blowing the smoke to your mouth returned your mind to what you had asked from him. You smelled the tobacco, and Joel. Then you tasted the smoke that was traveling to your mouth on your tongue. Joel slowly backed away from your lips, so you could focus on the smoke exploring your mouth, still keeping a hold of your chin. You finally closed your mouth after what felt like hours, and coughed gently. You weren't sure if it was because of the cigarette or because of shock.

"See, it's no good for sweet girls like you." Joel gently smiled at your coughing, rubbing his thumb on your chin, almost as if to soothe you.

"Ya' think you can handle more?" He asked, amusement in his eyes, like he was testing you. You were far too gone in your own delirium to form words, instead nodding your head softly, trying your best not to disturb the fingers still resting on your chin. Joel swore he could see the want glimmering in your eyes, the want, not for cigarettes, but for something more. Something he knew he shouldn't give you.

He took another drag of his cigarette, and slowly, almost too slowly, teasingly slowly, his lips made their way to yours again. This time however, he didn't try to open your lips for him. Instead he closed his eyes, you mirroring the action, and you felt his lips touch yours, gently, like he was asking for permission. And of course, you granted it. You opened your lips against his, and quickly, he exhaled, his mouth connected to yours, smoke finding its way to your mouth. You almost felt like the moment would end here, that he would pull away again, maybe send you on your way to go back home, saying that he gave you what you begged for. But, before his lips even fully left yours, he kissed you again. This time it was sloppier, he wasn't on a mission to transfer smoke between your mouths, now his motive was just to kiss you.

You softly sighed at the feeling of his mouth on yours, and he took his chance to slid his tongue in your mouth. He was exploring every inch like he was a starved man, and you were his first meal in months. But truly you were, Joel couldn't even remember the last time he felt like this, the last time he felt someone's soft lips on his. You felt your arousal slowly damping your panties, and then, you felt the smoke burning in your throat. You shot open your eyes and Joel felt your discomfort, his lips leaving your mouth, a small string of saliva hang in the air for a small second, connecting you two to each other. He let go of your chin to allow you to cough. He smirked as he watched you, your pupils blown wide by the intensity of the moment.

"You alright? Did I give ya' a bit too much?" Joel said, almost in a slightly mocking tone. You laughed softly, and nodded, not sure to which question you were giving an answer to, too caught up in the arousal and tension in your body to think clearly.

"Actually," Joel took a hold of your face again, this time covering your cheek with his calloused fingers. "I think you want somethin' else than this." He looked at the cigarette still hanging in his hand, then returned his dark brown eyes back to you. You brought your hands to his belt, brushing slightly against the growing bulge in his jeans, gently tugging at his brown belt, hoping he would be pleased with that as a response. Joel slowly shook his head, a dark look in his eyes.

"Need you to use your words," He rubbed his thumb over your lips. "Tell me what you want, use that pretty voice of yours." His low voice was enough for you to squeeze your thighs together, feeling the wet spot in your underwear.

"I want you, Joel." You pleaded, a begging look on your face. Your pretty eyes, so filled with need it looked like you could burst into tears if you didn't get what you wanted, if you didn't get him. Those eyes caused Joel's breath to shiver.

He broke the almost dangerously too intense contact between you two to put out his cigarette. He stamped it on the table and tossed the remains in the jar with all the other ones from earlier nights.

"Good girl," He whispered, voice dark with want and hunger. You whimpered quietly when you felt his hands return to your body, grabbing you by the waist, his touch felt burning on your cold skin. You followed his lead to the front door, leaving the cold night and cigarettes behind you. You could still feel the burn of the smoke in your throat as he lead you to his bedroom inside the dark house, everything so still and quiet.

He lead you to his bed, covered in wrinkled up dark sheets and a blanket, a proof of his restlessness from earlier. You sat on the bed, looking up at him with parted lips, your breathing shallow. "Fuck," Joel swore under his breath at the sight of you.

You looked like someone worshipping a god, the way your pupils searched his face, the way your lips shined with arousal, the way your hands worked open his belt. You nudged down his pants and boxers with trembling hands. "Take it slow, baby. We have all night," Joel smirked at you and your eager hands working on his pants.

His hard cock gently slapped against his stomach and his happy trail, smearing some of his leaking precum onto his dark hairs. You admired the sight, trying to memorize every vein of his cock and every hair trailing down his stomach into your mind. Joel's loud breathing brought you back to the moment. You wrapped a soft hand around the base and earned a low, breathy groan from the man above you. By the way Joel was reacting to even your slightest touches, you'd guess he most likely hadn't been touched in a while, just like you. Sex wasn't really the biggest concern for people during times like these.

"You're doin' so good," Joel praised you between shallow breaths and quiet groans as your hand moved around him. "But, I need to see ya', baby." He looked at you, collecting himself as you removed your hands from his body. You stripped out of your jacket and started tugging at the lace hem of your dress, but Joel took a held of your wrist softly, "let me." You nodded, Joel not noticing as he was already focused on pulling your nightdress over your head. You felt the air hit your bare chest, causing your nipples to harden, Joel swearing under his breath, he felt like he could almost drool at the sight of you, so pretty and soft everywhere, so different from his rough and scarred skin. He softly massaged your breasts, brushing his thumbs slightly over your nipples, causing you to softly whimper.

"So beautiful. A soft, pretty girl like you don't belong to the apocalypse," he said, as if you had a choice. As if you could just be excluded from all of it.

"Joel," you whispered his name as he lowered his face to your neck, kissing your skin, your skin feeling like silk on his lips.

"And she also don't belong to my bed, with me," Joel breathed into your neck, the action earning shivers from you. "You're too sweet for me."

But in your mind, this was exactly where you belonged. His bed, with him, was where you wanted to belong. "Shhh." You shushed him as you softly attempted to push his head down. He kneeled before you on the wooden floor, kissing his way down your stomach. You opened your legs for him, and leaned back on your elbows. You watched him leave kisses to your stomach, slowly moving to your thighs. He looked right into your eyes from between your legs, and his gaze alone, was enough for you to shiver and whisper his name.

"I'll take care of ya', my sweet girl." He whispered against your thigh, his facial hairs tickling your skin. You felt him as he moved your damp panties to the side, his mouth finally exploring your most sensitive spots, causing you to throw your head back and moan his name into the night over and over again, as he tasted the sweetness of you on his tongue.

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once again, if you have any thoughts or opinions id appreciate to hear them <3

🖤: angel

[octuscle]

Change one day

Richard was sitting in the high school cafeteria, once again alone in a sheltered corner. The wall behind him. The room in view. Like a deer protecting its environment against a wolf, he was protecting himself against the jocks from the baseball team. He was a favorite victim of those monkeys. But he simply didn't stand a chance against them. A wimpy nerd against the jocks. It was clear how this would end.

He ate his cereal with lactose-free milk and surfed through his favorite IT blog. An advertisement popped up. “Unhappy with your life? If you could change one day, what day would you change?” Richard thought about it. A day that was several years ago kept coming back to his mind: The first day of elementary school. They had just moved to the city a few days earlier. He didn't know anyone, of course. On one side of the playground, a few boys were running around. Playing tag, throwing balls at each other. Their leader was Brock Harlan. Even then, he was a head taller than the other first graders. Richard somehow felt drawn to this group. But he was shy and clung to his mother's hand. And she took him to another group of mothers. The kids standing there were wearing silly shirts with bow ties. They wore glasses. They became his friends. And Brock Harlan became the kid who made his life a living hell from the first day of elementary school until today, just before the end of his senior year in high school. What would have happened if he had torn himself away from his mother's hand and run to Brock and the other boys. “Your wish has been granted,” popped up on the screen of his cell phone. What the hell….?!?!?!??

The baseball flew at Rickard with full force. Unexpectedly. But Richard, who they all just called Riker, was no rookie. Without looking up from his portion of chicken breast and rice, he stretched out his arm and caught the ball. “Yo, bro!” shouted Brock. “I want your reflexes!” “That's what you dream of,” grinned Riker. Brock and Riker had been inseparable since the first day of school. Brock wasn't the brightest candle on the cake. He had only got his college place thanks to his qualities as a pitcher. Riker's strength was more as a batter, but he had also made a name for himself as a catcher. And unlike Brock, some top-class colleges had taken notice of him not only because of that, but also because of his academic achievements. Riker was a bright guy. But he wasn't a bookworm. He always preferred the gym and baseball field to the library. Sure, while he and Brock regularly had sweaty sex after training, sex with such a nerd on campus was hard to imagine. And shit, Riker was a testosterone factory, he could and would let off pressure whenever Coach let him. And hehehe, sometimes even with Coach.

“Richard, honey, could you set the dinner table” ‘Damn it, mom, call me Riker’. Richard's mom sighed. In kindergarten, her son had been such a sensitive and creative boy. But when he started school, that was over. She would have liked her son to be an artist or an intellectual. What she had gotten was probably what they called a jock.

Riker's picture found at @alphafootballjock67

Inspiration for the story by @reallysupersheep

[seriallover]

Sexual behavior and the things you are into are seen through your Moon, Venus and Mars Yoni animal.

E.g. 1. Goat🐐 Sheep🐑: bitting, leaving marks, multiple ejaculation, rough and sensual.

2. Snake 🐍 : restriction, asphyxiation, bondage, like to doing slow, for a long time, VERY sensual, eye contact can definitely be a big turn-on.

3. Mongoose : aggressive (not in the BDSM way, more in a dominant/protective manner) and very patient. Prefer the “classical roles”, traditional type.

4. Bull 🐂 Cow 🐄: can have a praise kink or a breeding one, attracted to big chest/boobs.

5. Horse 🐎 : prefer to be the ones who initiate and like to do it fast, without much planning or organization. They are wild, have great endurance, and can last very long. Strong knees, they may enjoy immobilizing their partner with their legs. They prefer being on top and love riding.

6. Rat 🐀 : the horniest😭for PP the rat is female and she tends to be more dominant in relationship, for Magha the rat is a male who has a breeding kink. Rats usually don’t have self control over their sexual desires and can even die from having sex (the actual animal, not the human 😆or..?They are most likely to be into orgies and threesomes, and are also very fertile.

7. Lion 🦁 : lions are selective with their partners. They are passionate and sensual, needing to put on a show every time they have sex. They are aggressive, loud, and rough, preferring to be the dominant partner. Proud and craving praise, they enjoy messy, all-over-the-place intercourse Love to be teased and thrive on working for their partner's attention, embodying the hunting type.

8. Dog 🐕 : are usually submissive, love to bite, and can be somewhat aggressive (especially Ardra). They are loud and prefer 'angry/make-up sex.

9. Tiger 🐅 : all about showing off and hunting; the "prey-predator" dynamic is what turns them on. Also, the female Tiger in reality eats more than she needs, and it still isn't enough for her, so people with this yoni can become nymphomaniac.

10. Monkey 🐒 : they crave a lot of sexual attention, enjoying being the dominant one and sometimes showing exhibitionist tendencies. They prefer quickies and feel comfortable having sex only in the 'right places'—meaning nice, comfortable, and hygienic rooms or beds—for Sharavana (sex talk).

11. Buffalo 🐃 : shower/bathtub sex, into polygamy, rough, sadistic sex. For Hasta, they focus on using their hands and tongue more, turned on by dirty/sex talk, foot fetish.

12. Elephant 🐘 : they tend to prefer slow, leisurely intercourse, enjoying the process and displaying protective tendencies. As they mature, they become more open and less frivolous, often developing an interest in tantric sex.

13. Cat 🐈‍⬛ : turned on by eye contact, docile, prefer longer foreplay, don’t like to rush, and everything needs to be handled with care and softness. Like the snake, they enjoy hugging the other person tightly, almost crushing them. And like all the predator yonis, they usually enjoy performing oral on their partner.

14. Deer 🦌 : prefer to be 'hunted,' usually they aren’t the ones who initiate sexual intercourse. Sensual and mostly focused on procreating, they enjoy sex more when they are in a relationship.

This is based on what I’ve read, my experiences, and the people I’ve asked. If you’ve had different experiences or feel differently, feel free to share. Like all my observations, it may not apply to everyone. As you can see, each animal has both male and female versions, so the kinks may vary depending on the gender of the animal.

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dino's are fancy! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: new year eve celebrations are in full swing, however, buddy is set on wearing a dinosaur costume to the party, so leah has to compromise somwhere along the line...

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"Ou' need dis one next! B'ue one next!" You demand, less than patient as you thrust the Lego brick into Monkey's hand, "Ere', Monks'! Take it!"

You're sitting cross-legged on the floor in the living room beside Monkey, near to the twinkling Christmas tree. The two of you are deep into building the massive Lego set that your favourite person got for Christmas.

Monkey generously let you help her-- though she was actually doing most of the work, she had cheekily dubbed you as her "assistant."

"Pass it over here then, shrimp," Monkey mumbles, holding her hand out.

"Ere ou' go! 'Ave it!" You chirp, pushing the piece into her hand with determination.

"Good job," Your favourite person murmurs distractedly, focused on the instructions.

The room feels cosy, the soft hum of New Year's preparations buzzing in the background. You're aware there's a big crowd coming over later, and you're beyond excited - especially since your best friend, Rory, is also coming to the party as well with Beth and Viv.

"Monks'?" You not so politely prod the older girl in the shoulder, "When everyone comin' round?" You ask, curiosity piqued.

"Not until way, way later tonight, remember? It'll be dark and the monsters will be out to get ya!" Monkey tells you with a teasing smile.

Your eyes widen in fear, "No' Monsters!" You exclaim, scrambling to your feet and leaving Monkey behind to continue building Lego on her own, "Mummy! Mummy!" You shout aloud the house without a care in the world, absolutely frightened now.

Leah and her girlfriend, Elle, are both currently in the kitchen in the middle of sorting out all the grown-up drinks ahead of the party when you run in like a deer in the headlights.

"Whoa," Elle is the first to catch you mid-run before you crash into something and hurt yourself like you've done once or twice before, "You okay, little miss?"

"I scared. Where's me, mum?" You ask frantically, your eyes darting around the room to catch sight of Leah, "Mummy! Where are ou'?"

"I'm right here, bubba," Leah chuckles, carrying a couple of funny-looking bottles in her hand as she places them both down on the kitchen countertop, before crouching down to your level and seeing your frightened expression, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Mummy! Monks' said der' be monsters tonight at the party cos' it'll be late!" Your bottom lip trembles with worry, your eyes wide like saucers, "I don' wan see none of da' monsters!"

"What? Ignore your big sister, bubba. I think she’s just being a bit silly," Leah says, shaking her head in disagreement, reaching down to scoop you up and sit you on top of the kitchen counter, "There'll be no monsters in sight at all, alright? You're safe inside the house."

"Ou' promise?" You look sceptical, not entirely sure whether to trust Leah's word or not.

"I promise, bubba," Leah coos, gently moving a flyaway hair out of your eyes, "Monkey is just joking around like she does, alright? But there'll definitely be no monsters at the party tonight, so you have nothing to fear!" She adds, playfully poking you on the nose.

"Kay' den but ou' better mean it!" You agree, still somewhat sceptical about the answer, "I needs’ to ask ou' a question, please!"

"That's good manners, bubba," Leah praises with a soft smile, "And what might your question be then?"

"When Roo comin' round?" You question, impatiently, "Monks' said no till later on. Dat true?" You ask, letting out a dramatic huff, complete with flailing arms.

Leah smiles softly, nodding in agreement, "Monks' is right there, bubba. It won't be until much later on when it's dark outside, remember?"

"Why no' earlier? It be borin' when it' dark!" You exclaim, scrunching your face up in confusion, "Me and Roo can' no play with me all toys if it' dark, Mummy!"

"There'll be time to play, bubba," Leah reminds you with a soft, genuine smile, "And remember? Roo’s sleeping over tonight. Are you excited about that?"

Your eyes lit up in excitement, "Uh huh! I 'cited for me sleepover, an' I gets to see Auntie Kei as well, right?" You question, getting straight to the point.

"You do, and Holly, too. I know she's really looking forward to seeing you!" Leah grins enthusiastically, "And you know, Auntie Beth and Auntie Vivi will be coming as well, along with some of the other girls now they're back!"

"I more excited to see dem. I already see Holly at Nanas' other day," You retort, sassily with a small roll of your eyes, "She nothin' special anymore, Mummy. She don' even bring me choc'ote, she mean."

"Bubba," Leah starts, biting back laughter, "That's not very nice to say things like that now, is it? You know Holly loves you a lot, regardless if she brings you chocolate, or not."

"Yeah, but, I mean Auntie Kei better than Holly cos' she bring me cookies at least!" You declare, your mind made up on the matter.

Monkey snorts as she enters the kitchen, "Ooft, don't let Holly hear you say that, shrimp." She jokes, ruffling your hair as she passes you.

"Oi, you," Leah turns herself round to look at the teenage girl, "What's this I'm hearin' about you telling Buddy that there'll monsters tonight because it's dark?" She questions.

Monkey winces in realisation, "It was a joke, I swear."

"Yeah, well, it won't be very funny when she's waking up in the middle of the night crying though, will it?" Leah retorts, arching her eyebrow.

"No... I'm only messin' I promise," Monkey protests her innocence, holding her hands up in self-surrender, "Sorry, little Buddy. I didn't mean to really scare you, honest. Do you forgive me?" She apologises to you.

"It'fine. I 'pose' I forgive ou'!" You agree, nodding your head promptly.

Monkey grins cheekily, before proceeding to walk over to the fridge, "I'm absolutely hank Marvin'!"

"Me too!" You chime in, "I 'ank Marvin' as well, Mummy!"

"Oh, you are, huh?" Leah teases, ticking your sides until giggles bubble out of you, "I guess the three pancakes you ate for breakfast didn't fill up, did they?"

"No. I still hungy!" You continue to protest, holding your stomach to emphasis.

"Oh, I'm sure you are," Leah teases, playfully rolling her eyes.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a flippin' horse!" Monkey complains, rummaging through the fridge, and pulling out a bag of grated cheese and digging in before Leah swiftly intercepts.

"Aye," Leah scolds, taking the bag away and shooting her a disapproving look, "If you're going to eat that then at least make a sandwich, eh?"

Monkey grimaces, "Yeah, but sarnies are effort."

"Well, then you're not that hungry, are you?" Leah deadpans, returning the cheese to the fridge.

"Yeah, well, it's a lot of effort," Monkey mumbles in response, slumping her shoulders, "Well, what else can I eat? You've practically written everything off for later for the party, I'm starving 'ere, you know? I'm a growing girl!" She states, dramatically.

"You literally ate breakfast less than an hour ago, I'm sure you'll cope," Leah retorts, not resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"How can you both be so hungry?" Elle chuckles, shaking her head.

"I'm a growing girl, innit?" Monkey insists.

"Yeah, I g'owing girl as well!" You parrot.

"Copycat," Monkey mutters.

You give her your best scowl, "Am not!"

"Are too!" Monkey quips.

"No I not!" You fire back, stomping your foot in protest.

"Yes you are, you're such a parrot recently..." Monkey murmurs, going back to the fridge to grab a can of Diet Coke out.

"Are they always like this?" Elle jokes, amusedly watching you and Monkey bicker back and forth.

"More often than not it seems these days," Leah retorts, chuckling and shaking her head, "Girls, that's enough, you two. Can we go one day without you two squabbling, eh?"

"Sorry," Monkey mumbles, piercing the drink and taking a swig of it.

"I sorry. I only speakin' truth!" You feign innocence, using familiar words you've heard one too many times now.

Leah chuckles, smoothing a flyaway piece of hair out of your eyes, "Right, shall we go and find you something to wear for the party tonight?" She suggests, switching focus.

"Yeah!" You excitedly agree, eager to get down from the kitchen counter, "An Elle help as well!" You add, pointing your index finger in the direction of the woman.

"You want me to come and help you?" Elle repeats, surprised.

"Uh-huh. I need 'elp choosing!" You insist with a firm nod of your head, "Can ou' help me down, please?"

"Sure I can, little madam," Elle retorts, scooping you up off the kitchen worktop with practised ease like she's done it all before.

"Thank ou' very much!" You exclaim politely before you have the advantage to run off ahead of them, "Come on, Mummy! Come on, Elle. We needs' to pick me outfit!"

"It's very important isn't it," Leah teases, catching up with you as she shakes her head fondly, "Which dress are you going to pick out?" She wonders.

You impatiently tug open the doors of your wardrobe before spinning around and scrunching your face up in disgust, "No dress, Mummy. They yucky!"

"Oh, but how about the dress that Nana brought you?" Leah suggests, moving to grab the sparkly silver dress out of the wardrobe, "Or there's the pink one as well..."

"No, Mummy. I no wear a dress!" You state, stubbornly as you cross your arms over your chest, turning towards Elle, "Can ou' tell her that she's being ridiculous?" You insist.

"I'm being ridiculous?" Leah fauxes her hurt, clutching her hand over her chest, "Oh, where has my little baby girl gone..." She pretends to wipe a fake tear from her eye.

"It 'kay, Mummy. I still here, but I big girl now!" You tell her with a cheeky lopsided grin on your face, "I love ou'!" You add, moving to stand in front of her.

"I love you too, bubba," Leah smiles, squishing your cheeks together and kissing you on the top of your forehead, "Right then, so if you don't want to wear a dress. What do you want to wear instead?"

"Hm, I fink... Dino'daur costume!" You exclaim, spotting it out the corner of your eye hanging on a coat hook, "Dino'daur costume protect me from da monsters!"

"Your dinosaur costume, again?" Leah repeats in a silly tone of voice, "Don't you want to wear something cool for the party? You can wear anything you like! You don't need to wear anything to protect you from the Monsters, they're non-existent, remember, bubba?"

"I wear dino'daur costume just in case!" You insist, puffing out your chest with determination.

Leah grimaces slightly in disagreement, "Bubba, I think you might end up getting a little bit hot when you wear that when you're dancing, won't you, hmm? Maybe we could try a different option..."

"No, I be fine. I gon' wear dino'daur costume!" You tell her firmly, your mind made up on the decision, "I dance in dino'daur costume!"

Elle chuckles in amusement, "Well that's certainly a different option, hey?"

Leah still doesn't look entirely convinced on the matter, "Little miss, I know you want to wear your dinosaur costume, but don't you want to wear something a bit more... fancier?"

"Ou' need to understand, 'kay, Mummy?" You tell her with a certain seriousness, "Dinos' are fancy!"

Leah bit back a laugh, "Oh are they, huh? I mean, what about pretty instead?"

"Yuck! No pretty! Dino instead!" You declare.

"But... I thought you liked this one, bubba."

"No, it itchy an' scratchy, an it look horrible!" You ramble off different words you have heard before, shaking your head making your decision firm.

Leah blinks, "You won't look horrible, bubba--"

"Yes, I will! I be look hideous in it! I no wear dat!" You interject, repeating the words that you hear Monkey say when she doesn't like a certain outfit she wears and looks in the mirror.

"Bubba, Nana brought you this one though, and you liked it when you saw it," Leah explains in a gentle tone of voice, "How about we give it a try?"

You shake your head in disagreement, crossing your arms over your chest, "I don' care. I wan' be a dino'daur!"

"Excuse me, little miss sass," Leah mumbles in outrage at your newfound sassiness that she's still not entirely used to.

"Ou' need to understand Mummy 'dat dino'daur better," You wiggle your index finger in front of her face and have a somewhat serious expression plastered on your own, "'Kay?"

Leah stifles her amusement with a bite of her bottom lip, "Right, whatever you say then, my stubborn little miss," She jokes, "Are you sure you don't want to try something different instead?"

"Nooo!" You exclaim loud enough to be heard through the whole house, "I be dino'daur, Mummy. Roaaaar!" You let out an almightly loud roar like one of your favourite t-rexes.

"What, are we pretendin' to be a dinosaur tonight?" Monkey teases as she sticks her head around your bedroom door, "T-Rex or Stegosaurus?"

You ponder the question for a brief second, tapping your small finger on your chin, "I be a t-rex!" You insist, "Roaaaaaar! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!"

"Scary little t-rex," Monkey jokes, pretending to look somewhat terrified, "What're you shoutin' the house down 'bout anyways?"

"I be a dino'daur for da party!" You tell her, pointing your index finger in the direction of the costume where it lay still, "Monks'! Ou' tell Mummy dat she hafta let me wear it!"

"Well, I mean, why not, eh? You can rock the dino costume!" Monkey exclaims, stepping further into the room and taking the chance to ruffle your hair, "We'll have a little dino at the party instead of a little Buddy, eh?"

"Aye, no, Monks' get off me hair!" You whine, trying to push her hands off you.

"Buddy," Leah tries again, "Maybe just for tonight, we can try something different instead, hm? What about this?" She suggests, holding up a different outfit.

"Nooo! I no' wearin' dat," You tell her, scrunching your face up in disgust, "No way I wearin' dat!"

"Geesh, three-year-olds are so sassy these days," Monkey quips, plonking herself down on the carpeted floor, "You know, she's really not going to want to wear anything other than the dumb dinosaur costume now that she has it."

"Yeah, you're not kidding there," Leah mumbles, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I clearly shot myself in the foot there, haven't I?"

Monkey pulls a silly face, flailing her hands up, "I mean, really, it's sorta your own fault for buying it for Christmas. Whatcha' think would happen?"

Leah shoots your favourite person a disapproving look, "Yeah, alright, thanks for your help, Menace," She mutters, "Bubba, look, it's really not that bad. Why don't you just try it on and see what you think?"

"No! I gon' look like a... I look like a bin bag!" You declare promptly, standing firm on your decision, "I no wearin' it an' ou' can' make me!"

Elle bites her lip to stifle her amusement.

"A big bag?" Leah repeats, baffled, "No, you won't. I think you will look adorable."

You shake your head in disagreement, "No. I won', Mummy! An it be itchy, an' scratchy, an' I be smelly!"

"Smelly?" Monkey snorts in amusement.

"Yeah, I smell 'orrible, like da bin!" You insist.

"Personally, and I'm just saying, my own opinion and all," Monkey begins, exchanging a cheeky grin with Leah, "I think you might as well let her wear the dino costume, cos' otherwise it's gonna end in tears, innit?

"Alright, fine," Leah inwardly groans, "I give in. Bubba, you can wear your dinosaur costume to the party tonight."

"Yeah, I be dino'daur!" You exclaim, practically vibrating with excitement, "An I bring all m' dino'daurs into da living room to show 'eryone!"

"Bubba, no," Leah's eyes widen at the determination in your little voice, "We're not bringing all your dinosaurs into the living room..."

You scrunch your brows together in confusion, "No, ou' listen! I gon' ave' me t-rex, an' me steg'saurus, an' me bron'saurus! I have to show all of 'em!" It's very important, that each one of your dinosaurs gets shown around to everyone at the party tonight.

"You can take a few downstairs to show, but not all of them, alright?" Leah overrules your own decision in a gentle tone of voice, "You have quite a lot now, and we don't want any of them to get broken now, do we?"

You huff in disagreement, "Well den dey should be more careful an' no' stand on 'em!"

"Wha?" Leah blinks in confusion, "Right, Bubba, that's not the point. You can maybe bring one or two downstairs, but no more than that, okay?"

"Why no more? I wan bring 'em all!" You cross your arms over your chest and stomp your foot in protest, "Ou' bein' mean no' lettin' me bring 'em all down! Ou' said I can do dat!"

Leah opens and closes her mouth, baffled by your words, "Since when?"

"Since... Since ou' said so, Mummy!" You insist, stubbornly, "I heard ou' say it! Ou' said I can!" You repeat.

"No, no, I didn't," Leah retorts, shaking her head, "I said you could take a few downstairs, but not all of them."

"But dey all 'ave to come down, or dey be lonely on their own up 'ere!" You exclaim, dramatically throwing your arms up in the air, "Ou' hafta 'ave 'em all!"

"I'm sure there will be just fine upstairs, bubba," Leah chuckles, shaking her head.

You shake your head in disagreement, "I don' think so, Mummy. Ou' might hurt der feelings!"

"Bubba..." Leah looks exasperated, all but ready to give in.

"Cos' ou' can' 'ave one, an' then no 'ave the others," You cut her words short, telling her your over-the-top explanation, "Ou' can' be like meany like dat, Mummy!"

"I'm not... I'm not being mean," Leah mumbles in disbelief.

Needless to say, the conversation ends with you bringing down a whole bucket full of different dinosaurs, and chucking them onto the rug in the living room.

"Auntie Kei!" You exclaim, spotting the woman walk through the living room with her girlfriend, Laura, beside her. " Ou' 'ere!" You don't waste time throwing your tiny arms around her legs.

"Ooh, hello little dinosaur!" Keira coos, scooping you into her arms and squeezing you tightly, "Did you have a good Christmas this year? Did you get spoilt lots and lots?"

"Uh huh, I got lots an' lots of new toys!" You tell her excitedly, flailing your arms in the air for further dramatics, "I' got a dino' costume. See?" You say, motioning to the outfit you're wearing.

"I do, wow," Keira playfully gasps, tickling your sides, "It's very roar-some!"

Leah appears with a drink in hand, "Ah, you guys are here!" She exclaims with enthusiasm, wrapping her free arm around Keira first and then Laura, "I see you met our little dinosaur of the night." She jokes.

"Hiya, Le!" Keira greets her best friend, "We did, and she looks absolutely adorable!"

"Mummy let me choose me outfit me' self!" You declare proudly.

"Yeah... I mean, I did try and sway her mind but well Buddy is very stubborn," Leah begins to explain, "Which I now realise is a trait she has picked up from either me or Jord, apparently."

"Oh, we could have told you that before," Holly chimes in on the conversation, holding another couple of drinks in her hand for Keira and Laura, "Personally, I think she takes after you more than she does Jord, especially when it comes to her stubbornness."

"What? Rude," Leah mumbles before she takes a sip of her drink, "I'm not that stubborn..." She retorts, mocking her offence.

"Sure, you tell yourself that," Keira snickers, thinking otherwise, "Where's the other troublemaker? It's quiet around here."

"Currently chatting Elle's ear off about whether she's watched Shrek or not," Leah explains with a half-amused smile, taking a sip of her drink, "I'm sure she'll be more than happy to see you both though!"

"We're here!" Beth announces, walking through the house with an energetic five-year-old attached to her, "We're not that late are we? Little miss here wanted to choose the perfect outfit to wear."

"No, no, you're just in time," Leah grins, wrapping her free arm around Beth and Viv, before crouching down to Rory's level, "Hi, Roo! Did you have a good Christmas with your Mummy and Mamma?"

"Hi, Auntie Le! I got loads of presents, and friends for Twix as well!" Rory is beaming a great big smile on her face.

"Roo!" You shout in excitement, wriggling in Keira's arms to get down.

Rory's face lights up even more, "Buddy!"

"Let's go an' play!" You are ecstatic to see your own best friend, Rory again, "Put me down' please, Auntie Kei!”

"As you wish, little dino," Keira obliges and sets you back down on the floor.

Beth chuckles, "At least the two of them are happy enough, Roos' been ecstatic about tonight," She tells her, before taking note of your outfit as you are set back down on your feet,  "What's with the dinosaur costume? That's an acquired outfit, eh?"

"Let's just say I know which battles to pick, and this battle with my three-year-old, well it's just better to agree to the costume rather than the full-blown meltdown I could have ended up with," Leah explains with a shake of the head.

"Sounds like you've had a fun day then," Viv laughs in amusement.

"Just another day being a parent to a three-year-old," Leah retorts, shaking her head in asperation, "Don't even get me started on the swearing jar, either..."

"Mummy puts' lot of money in der cos' she always sayin' words she shouldn't!" You throw Leah directly under the bus, "An Mama 'ave one now as well!"

"Oh?" Keira arches her eyebrow in amusement.

"Yeah, let's not talk about that," Leah huffs in response, taking another sip of her drink in hand.

"Come on, Roo, let' go an' play!" You impatiently tug on Rory's hand, attempting to drag her over to where you'd thrown all your dinosaurs out, along with the rest of the toys out of your toy box, but there’s is always still room for more, "Mummy say no gettin' all me toys out but I think it fine!"

“Buddy, no more getting any more of your toys out,” Leah calls aloud, shaking her head with an aspirated sigh as she hears the unmistakable clatter of toys being thrown out onto the floor again, “I might as well just talk to myself right now– Buddy, no more, please or people are going to trip over them!”

“Mm, yummy pizza!” You exclaim enthusiastically, rubbing your stomach as you sit cross-legged on the floor, happily munching on a slice, “It good, isn’t it, Roo?” You ask your best friend, your grin as wide as can be.

“Yeah, it’s good!” Rory agrees with a mouthful of pizza, nodding eagerly.

From the corner of the room, Monkey strolls over, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, “Hey, munchkins!” She crouches beside you, her gaze fixed on your pizza like a cat watching a mouse, “You enjoyin’ that, little dinosaur?”

“I eatin’ pizza, Monks’!” You beam proudly, completely oblivious to her intentions, “Ou’ can’ have any! It mine!”

Monkey lets out a playful gasp, clutching her chest in mock offence, “What? Not even a single bite of it? I’m starvin’ over here!”

“Nooo!” You cry, clutching your pizza slice to your chest as if it were your most prized possession, “It mine, Monks’. No’ ours'!”

Monkey chuckles, but her hand moves faster than you expect. Before you can react, she pinches the tip of your pizza slice and takes a playful bite.

“Hey!” You squeal, scowling at her as you pull the now-smaller slice away, “Da mean! Dat mine!”

“Mm, it tastes even better when it’s stolen,” Monkey murmurs, licking her fingers with exaggerated satisfaction.

You glare at her, your cheeks puffing out in frustration, “No steal, Monks’. Dat bad!”

“Aw, come on Buddy,” Monkey ruffles your hair with a cheeky grin still plastered on her face, “Sharing is caring!”

“You can’t eat her pizza!” Roo exclaims, giggling as she keeps a tight hold of her own pizza.

“Nooo!” You huff, your voice growing louder in protest, “Mummy!”

“What’s going on in here?” Leah’s voice cuts through the room as she steps in, her hands on her hips, “Why does it feel like you two are always arguing at the minute? What’s happened this time?”

“Oh, hey, Le!” Monkey says, flashing her an innocent smile, “We’re not arguing, honest. We’re bonding! Right, Buddy?”

“Mummy! Monks’ is ‘tupid!” You accuse, pointing an accusatory finger at the teenage girl.

“Whoa,” Leah frowns as she crouches down to your level, “Hey, bubba, we don’t use words like that, do we? It’s nice not.” She tells you, her tone is gentle but still holds a sense of firmness.

“But she is doh! She ate m’ pizza!” You insist, your tiny fingers still directed at Monkey like a prosecutor in court.

Leah pinches the bridge of her nose, glancing up at Monkey, “What did you do that for?”

The teenage girl shrugs, still grinning sheepishly, “In my defence… Well, I guess there is none, but the pizza tasted super good!”

“There’s plenty of pizza left, Menace,” Leah sighs, shaking her head, “You’re only upsetting her when you take her things.”

“Yeah, okay, I didn’t think that one through,” Monkey admits, scratching the back of her neck, “Sorry, Buddy. I didn’t mean to eat your pizza. Am I’ forgiven?”

“No, m’ pizza gone now!” You whine, your bottom lip quivering as you clutch the remains of your slice, “I don’ like ou' right now, Monkey!”

“I’m really sorry for eating it, shrimp,” Monkey looks incredibley guilty about eating the pizza.

Leah strokes your hair gently, “It’s okay, bubba. We can get you another slice, yeah? It’s just pizza, there’s plenty of it.”

“But it’ mine!” You protest, sniffling, “An’ she ate it!”

Monkey’s guilty expression deepens, “Hey, Buddy. I’m really sorry for stealing your pizza,” She says, crouching to your level, “Tell you what–how about I make it up to you with some… lemonade?”

“Fizzy pop?” You ask, your tears momentarily forgotten as curiosity takes over.

“Yeah…” Monkey hesitates, instantly regretting her offer but knowing she’s already said it.

“Yeah!” You exclaim, your face lightening up with excitement.

Leah blinks at Monkey, her disbelief evident, “Are you serious right now? It’s almost 8 pm, Menace!” 

Monkey shrugs with a custious smile, “Hey, look how happy she is now! Win-win, right?”

“Unbelievable,” Leah mutters, shaking her head, “You can have one small cup of lemonade, bubba, but no more than that. Just this once, and we’re not telling your Mama about this either, got it?”

“Oou' got it dude!” You beam a wide smile, sticking your thumb up in the air.

It’s inching closer to midnight, but you’re nowhere near tired. You’re sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, surrounded by your toys, stacking blocks and chatting to Rory with endless energy.

“Stack it’ like dat Roo!” You insist.

“This way?” Rory replies in question, gesturing to the green block in her hand.

“Uh huh!” You nod in agreement.

“Come on bubba, time for bed," Leah says softly, holding her hand out to you.

You cross your arms stubbornly, sticking your bottom lip out in defiance, “No' bed. I stay up tonight with all da grown-ups!"

Leah crouches down to your level, tilting her head, "Oh no little miss. You definitely need to get some sleep, or you'll be super grumpy in the morning, won't you?"

"I no like dat. I be fine. I gots to stay awake!" You insist, stomping your foot for emphasis.

Leah bites back a smile, "I think it might be a bit too late for you, bubba," She says, pointing to your drooping eyelids.

"No, I stay 'wake. I wish 'erybody 'appy new year!" You tell her with determination.

"Buddy,” Leah sighs, rubbing her temples, “It's going to be very late, and I might get into trouble with Mama if I let you stay up, and she finds out, hmm?"

You shake your head, "Dat don't matter. I stay up wif everyone else!"

"Bubba--" Leah begins to speak.

"We don' hafta tell her. It 'kay!" You declare confidently.

Leah shakes her head, amused but exasperated, "That's not the point, little miss..."

Keira, lounging on the sofa, chuckles at the exchange, "She's really trying to blag you there," She says, grinning.

"Oh, she definitely is," Leah replies, raising an eyebrow at your mischievous grin.

"I stay up. Deal?" You say, holding out your tiny hand like a seasoned negotiator.

Leah laughs incredulously, "... What? No deal, bubba. Little girls like you can't stay up that late, it's bedtime for a reason, New Year’s Eve or not."

You pout dramatically, "Don' be borin' Mummy. I no like ou' when ou' like dat!"

"Umm excuse me little miss, I'm not boring,” Leah places her hands on her lips, feigning offence, “I am just wanting to make sure you're going to sleep at a reasonable time.”

"Come on Le, what's the harm in letting her stay up late for just tonight? It is New Year’s Eve after all, eh?" Keira chimes in, smirking.

Leah exhales a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I don't know why I even bother," She mumbles, "Fine, but if Jord questions it then it's on you to tell her!"

“It’s fine, I can deal with that,” Keira grins as she gets up off the sofa and scoops you up into her arms, “Come on my little dino, let’s go and find the biscuits in the cupboard!”

“Not too many because it’s near to bedtime– Oh, that went in one ear and out the other. Never mind…”

The living room hums with the warm buzz of conversation and laughter as Keira carries you into the kitchen. Setting you down on the counter, she holds you steady with one hand while rummaging through the cupboard with the other.

“Right then, little dinosaur,” Keira says, peering into the cupboard, “What biscuits do we fancy?”

“Da choc’late ones!” You exclaim, clapping your hands with glee, “Choc’late da bestest!”

Keira chuckles, pulling out a pack of chocolate biscuits and handing one to you, “Chocolate it is. But just one, alright? It’ll be our little secret, yeah?”

You nod eagerly, biting into the biscuit with a big grin, “I no tell! It our ‘ecret!”

Keira winks, popping a biscuit into her own mouth, “Exactly. Our secret.”

By the time midnight was approaching the party was in full swing. Laughter and music filled the room, and you were more determined than ever to prove Leah wrong by staying awake and joining in the celebrations.

Rory had long since succumbed to sleep, her head resting on Viv’s shoulder, but you were still fighting valiantly to keep your eyes open.

As the countdown began, your resolve wavered and you curled up on the sofa, a party hat sat crooked on your head, and a party blower hung limply from your mouth.

“10... 9… 8…” Everyone began to count down in the room.

But you didn’t even make it to one.

The sound of fireworks outside should have been enough to keep you awake, but it was all too much for you it seems.

“I think the partying might’ve been a bit much for her after all,” Holly quips with a grin, gesturing toward your peaceful, sleeping form.

Leah chuckles softly, crossing the room to you, “Oh, bubba,” She coos, carefully tucking a blanket around you. She brushes a stray curl for your forehead, her expression warm and tender, “Happy New Year, my little dinosaur.” She added, pressing a gente kiss to the top of your head, lingering a moment for straightening up.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[miriunknown]

Our Love story could be kinda Gory 🧠 [pt.2]

Zombie!Jinx x Flreader

Summary: after your first encounter with Jinx, she continues to follow you like a lost puppy. When you both go to find more food you come across a dangerous person.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Zombies, jinx, not proofread,

Divider credits: @bernardsbendystraws

It had been a few months, (four to be exact) since you came across the blue haired zombie, she was nice company. She'd follow you everywhere, when you went to find food, when you'd sit on your little balcony thing to smoke or just relax, everywhere she was always right beside you.

You'd think she'd have some ulterior motive of sorts the way she was always eyeing you, but no there was something different in her eye that didn't suggest a motive of any kind. She started drawing pictures for you and leaving them around your apartment , a smiley face here, a monkey there, every now and then a heart or a star would pop up painted or drawn on your wall. You just let her do it, Jinx was happy doing it so you just let her, you felt yourself feeling rather drawn to her.

You started having rather— impure, thoughts about her. You always scolded yourself thinking like that after all she was a Zombie, and you're human and there was no amount of magic potion that could fix that. You could tell you were falling for her the way you would unintentionally lean into any touch she gave you, you found yourself drawn to her no matter where she was to the point you started leaning into her when she wasn't even next to you, you just moved in her direction. It was driving you crazy, you wondered if the crush was obvious to her or not.

A tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality, you turned meeting the eye of the girl you'd been admiring for the past few weeks. She pointed towards a small store— she'd been trying to help you find food, she seemed to care more than you knew— you could see through the windows and there were shelves knocked over, food cans and what you assumed to be rotting produce littered the floor. You nodded at her before making your way to the doors, there were no lights or anything on in the building. You squinted your eyes while scanning the room; there wasn't much, some canned goods seem to be salvageable, but most produce was rotten— mold covering most of the surfaces, you didn't think that there'd be much but this was just sad.

You could feel your stomach growl, you hadn't eaten today— the five cans of canned ravioli's and two cups of instant noodles that you had left back at your apartment made you realize you needed food, thus you decided not to eat that morning to try and save what little food you had left. You reached to one of the broken shelves to grab a can of spaghetti-os, eyeing it and checking the date to make sure it hadn't spoiled by now. You stuffed said can along with the others that were on the shelf into your bag, the clanking of the metal rang through the store causing an eerie silence to follow.

You turned, nudging Jinx to follow you as you stepped out of the building. You were about to take another step when a loud bang pierced through the air, and Jinx let out a yelp as she toppled over from getting shot in the leg. Your eyes went wide as time seemingly slowed at that moment, you didn't run, or try to fight, you just froze like a deer in headlights. Jinx was hissing at the pain as you stood, mouth agape watching her. You were pulled from your shocked state as you heard another shot ring through the air, almost making the windows of the buildings that sat nearby shake, you felt something pierce through your forearm causing you to jerk your arm back from the pain.

You quickly gripped your arm as the pain hit you and you fell to the ground. Jinx hurriedly rushed over to you, checking your wound and tried to apply pressure to keep the blood from pooling. "Well well, what's this?" You heard a deep voice say, his voice was low almost in a whisper but it was loud enough for the both of you to hear, causing the two of you to turn your heads towards the man who just assaulted you.

Jinx pulled her gun out, hiding it behind her quickly as she narrowed her eye at the man as he just stood there, staring, a big grin plastered on his face.

"What the fuck was that for??" You hissed, still gripping your leg, he let out a obnoxious chuckle at your question, "I saw a Zombie, so I shot it. As for you? I just wanted to shoot you." You just stared at the dude blankly, completely dumbfounded by his statement. He made his way towards you, his eyes scanned over your face as well as Jinx's. Realization dawned on him as he saw Jinx, his face went pale realizing who she was. "Jinx, wow... Didn't think you of all people would turn, but I guess that was too much to hope for." He said a sigh escaped his lips, he pulled his gun out once more pointing it towards her head,

Your blood ran cold as he did so, "wait!! She's not like the others, she won't try to eat you!" You blurted out in an attempt to get him to drop his weapon, he just laughed a bit but his eyes landed on you again, "I can't believe it. This is rich," he let out a manical laugh, his guard was down, Jinx saw an opening and took it. She disarmed him, knocking the gun from his hands and throwing it as far as she could manage, she was able to swing her uninjured leg underneath him knocking him off his feet. He landed on the ground with a thud as she pulled her gun out from behind her back and pointed it at him. He groaned as she pressed the muzzle of the gun harder to his forehead.

The guy just smirked at her, "still as agile as ever, no wonder you were Silco's favorite." He muttered, Jinx's brows furrowed as she moved the gun away from his forehead and pointed at his foot, he didn't have time to react before she shot him. He screamed clutching his foot, she just pointed the gun back at his forehead, you moved towards them still clutching your injured arm. "You're a bitch, you know that?" You spoke, your voice cracking a bit forcing you to clear your throat. He just nodded still cradling his hurt foot.

You nudged the girl who still held her gun towards the man, she didn't snap out of it, she just stood there still. The muzzle of the gun still pointed at his forehead, her finger shook lightly on the trigger. You grabbed her by the shoulders to look at you, finally snapping her out of whatever trance she was in, her eye went from hateful to kind in mere seconds as she saw your face. Her gaze was always intense, but now it felt more intense than ever. You cleared your throat, feeling heat creep up your neck, "let's go, this guy isn't worth it." You said, her eyebrows raised in shock as she pointed to your arm, blood splayed across your jacket sleeve.

"he'll probably get eaten by zombies anyhow, let's go home." You smiled at her, she looked down avoiding your gaze, but she nodded putting her gun back. "She'll be the death of you." The guy sneered, clearly still pissed that she shot him. "Even if she doesn't bite you now, she will later. At some point." His breathing was heavy, he was panicked and you could tell. "Just because you two have the hots for each other doesn't mean she won't turn on you. She's mindless, she'll get you even if she likes you." You just looked at him, his expression was hard, guarded, "you don't know shit. You're lucky we're letting you live, I wouldn't test your luck." You spat turning and walking off, Jinx in tow. He breathed out a laugh, "it's your funeral." Was all he said as you left the area.

What the man said was still in the back of your mind, what if he was right? But, no. Jinx wouldn't do that, if she wanted to, she would've by now it's been a little over four months or so of knowing her at this point, she clearly doesn't mind.

She was quiet; though she usually was, but this was a somewhat eerie silence. Something was in the air you didn't like, it made you nervous. The walk back home was awkward, you could feel the tension hanging in the air. Neither of you said a word, (not like Jinx could anyways,) it was silent besides the sound of your shoes hitting the ground.

It'd been a couple days since your encounter with that weirdo, neither of you have left the apartment. The awkwardness has died down, but it still hung in the air. She's more reserved than usual she just sits on the couch scribbling away on her notebook, you didn't know what she was writing or drawing everytime you tried to peek she'd move the book from your view quickly, giving you a small playful glare.

Though you were sure the man was just saying shit to tick you off your mind constantly wandered back to what he said a few days prior, "Just because you two have the hots for each other doesn't mean she won't turn on you." You were unsure if he was truly just saying things to piss you off, or if he noticed the feelings you felt for her. You weren't worried about her turning on you, she clearly had a mind of her own.

Your thoughts raced as you came back to reality, you were sat on your desk chair, tapping a pencil on your desk as you sat there, deep in thought. scanning the room your eyes landed on the blue haired girl, she sat on your bed drawing in her notebook. You smiled as you admired her, even undead she was pretty. You sighed standing up, you felt Jinx's eyes on you as you moved about the room. You decided to get ready for bed, you cleaned up, made sure the lock on the front door was secure, and told Jinx goodnight as she sat in the living room; she didn't sleep, so she just stayed in the living room at night.

You said good night and walked down the hall to your room, looking over your shoulder you saw Jinx's figure shrink as you got farther to the room. You stopped at the door slowly closing it you noticed her eyes dart to you, her pink iris staring at you intensely. You could feel your face heat, closing the door fully before flopping on your bed that Jinx had sat on only a hour or so prior.

As you tucked yourself under the covers, you felt your eyelids get heavy, all you could think about as you drifted off to sleep was Jinx.

So so sorry this took so long, I have major writers block and I had to rewrite this about 3 times. I hope y'all like it and again sorry for the wait! •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

[lotusloong]

I think there's not a lot of MKR stuff and it's making me sad 😭

Do you have some more headcanons about him? And would he react if reader was shy around him but would always try to look at him while he isn't (it's not oblivious that reader likes him, she/they are just way too shy to make a move XD)

Would he do something about it ? 👀

More headcanons coming up!!

So, MKR!Wukong is very…emotionally guarded. He's very hesitant to admit he cares about others because he's very used to having things taken away from him. 

But even if he doesn't tell you how much he cares with words, he definitely does with actions. 

You know that one moment where Fruitie is sitting on his shoulder but falls forward and without even looking Wukong catches him and puts him back, refusing to look at the cute spirit or acknowledge that he cares for his safety? That's something that happens with you often as well. 

You're helping set up camp and Bajie leaves you to struggle lifting heavy stuff? Wukong just steps up behind you silently and takes it from you, relieving you of the weight so you don't hurt yourself. 

If it's been a day where you can't find much food to eat for dinner that night, you don't go hungry. Wukong will notice that your portion of food is smaller than anyone else's and simply grab your bowl before shoving his own into your hands. You won't even get a chance to argue, to give him back his food, he's already eating from yours so you have no choice but to accept it. 

He will check on you that same night, asking if you need more food. If you're not full, he's not satisfied. He'll take a late night fly and look for whatever he can find, as far as he needs to go to make sure you're taken care of. 

If you try to tell him it isn't necessary, he doesn't need to go to all this trouble over you, he scoffs and rolls his eyes before grumbling that a good mate provides. So deal with it. 

Speaking of, if you want to watch Wukong blush and stutter like a goof, give him gifts and genuine compliments.

You remember when the Mountain Deity called him handsome? He stuttered and nearly dropped Jingu Bang. He will be acting the same with you. 

“Oh Wukong, you look so handsome today!” He stumbles over his own feet and stares at you like a deer in headlights before regaining control of himself.

Now if you're too shy to do such things, to act so bold, that's totally fine. 

Because he is too. 

If you manage to work up the courage to actually try and flirt with him, he's blushing just as hard as you are and trying so hard to hide it under his grumpy facade.

The two of you will stand like dorks in front of the other, fidgeting with your hands and staring at the other. 

Finally Wukong will let out a frustrated growl and all but shove his clawed hand into your personal space, glaring at the sky. 

“Just-! Just grab my hand already-” He'll huff. When you slide your own fingers into his and actually hold hands for the first time, the two of you will just look back and forth between your linked hands and each other, like you're waiting for something horrible to happen.

As the moments pass you both grow more comfortable and start to relax, shoulders drooping with relief. You'll finally get to take notice of the rough calluses on the palm of his hand and the tips of his fingers, the scars and toughened tissue on his knuckles from fighting. 

His thumb will rub back and forth over your own hand, his eyes watching in fascination, like he can't believe he's actually getting to touch you. 

Now, before you got together, Wukong was very much not a touchy monkey. The only one who could pet him was Master, and that was still a very rare occasion. 

After that first time hand holding session? He's practically glued to you. Hands laced with yours, tail wrapped around your waist or a leg, if you're sitting down he sits down right behind you so he can have his legs frame you and have his chest pressed against your back. 

The only other being who gets to touch Wukong as much as you do is Fruitie, after he joins your journey, and even then Wukong makes it clear he likes your touch the best. Fruitie is more like “this might as well happen/I don't mind so much” and your touch is more of “I love that so much please hold me more” kind of response. 

Everyone else is “stay at least 5ft out of my no-no square or I will bite.”

A relationship with him does require patience, especially if he’s in a mischievous mood! Just because he likes you best doesn’t mean you're free of his teasing. If anything, it makes it worse.

Your little pout when he’s messing with you is just too cute! 

Of course there are other faces you make that he loves just as much as, if not more.

The face you make after he kisses you? That's his favorite. Your eyelashes flutter back open and your pupils are wide with adoration and love, all directed at him - the bastard monkey with no parents, who’s always seen as a problem to get rid of instead of a person who desires basic respect.

No matter what, you are his safe space. A person who he can disappear from the world with, to escape the pressures and annoyances of his punishing journey. 

Someone who makes him happy.

[princessbrunette]

playlists for the readers … ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

bunny!reader ♡

just girly fun vibes — she likes her music catchy, pop-y and fairly relatable. rafe never lets her play her music in the car unfortunately, because he cannot be seen speeding down the road blasting the pussy cat dolls.

🎀 cassie — ditto

🎀 kali uchis, steve lacy, vince staples — only girl

🎀 frank ocean — sweet life

🎀 coco & clair — pretty

🎀 sabrina carpenter — feather

🎀 flo milli — never lose me

🎀 cassie — miss your touch

🎀 childish gambino, jhené aiko — pink toes

🎀 flo.rida, wynter — sugar

🎀 kali uchis — honey baby (SPOILED!)

🎀 angels — my boyfriends back

🎀 foxy brown, kelis — candy

🎀 lana del rey — music to watch boys to

🎀 jhené aiko — maniac

🎀 fergie — clumsy

🎀 ciara, 50 cent — can’t leave ‘em alone

🎀 shelley duvall — he needs me

🎀 nancy sinatra — sugar town

🎀 heidi montag — i’ll do it

🎀 nicki minaj, jeremiah — favourite

🎀 kali uchis — melting

🎀 lady gaga — boys boys boys

🎀 cassie — long way 2 go

🎀 the pussycat dolls — when i grow up

🎀 tom tom club — genius of love

🎀 beyoncé — freakum dress

🎀 gwen stefani — bubble pop electric

🎀 marina — primadonna girl

🎀 madonna — material girl

🎀 pussy cat dolls — stickwitu

🎀 leven kali, syd — do u wrong

🎀 kiana ledé — mad at me

kitty!reader ♡

listens to her music to feel cool n edgy. shes one of those people that think she’s a bitch but she’s not at all, just a lil grumpy. wants everyone to know she liked deftones before it was cool.

🐈‍⬛ pixies — is she weird

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — mardy bum

🐈‍⬛ black box recorder — child psychology

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — pretty girls make graves

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — crush

🐈‍⬛ mazzy star — she’s my baby

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — creep

🐈‍⬛ chris isaak — wicked game

🐈‍⬛ limp bizkit — rollin’

🐈‍⬛ the pretty reckless — makes me wanna die

🐈‍⬛ pearly drops — bloom for me

🐈‍⬛ deftones — root

🐈‍⬛ fka twigs — two weeks

🐈‍⬛ deftones — romantic dreams

🐈‍⬛ hole — doll parts

🐈‍⬛ margeaux — hot faced

🐈‍⬛ siouxsie and the banshees — she’s a carnival

🐈‍⬛ kip tyler — she’s my witch

🐈‍⬛ deftones — mascara

🐈‍⬛ soho dolls — bang bang bang bang

🐈‍⬛ enigma — sadeness

🐈‍⬛ DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM — perfect hair

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — idioteque

🐈‍⬛ björk — come to me

🐈‍⬛ the nbhd — fallen star

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — crying lightening

🐈‍⬛ deftones — diamond eyes

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — girl afraid

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — unpunishable

🐈‍⬛ mitski — townie

🐈‍⬛ gorillaz — kids with guns

🐈‍⬛ evanescence — taking over me

deer!reader ♡

she’d say her playlists are all over the place — but it’s organised mess. she has them perfectly collated and in her head they make perfect sense. don’t put her on the aux though, not because the songs aren’t good but because the vibes are all over the place.

🍪 shura — 2shy

🍪 minnie riperton — les fleurs

🍪 april march — chick habit

🍪 benee — kool

🍪 camille saint- saëns — … le cygne

🍪 the little dippers — forever

🍪 allie x, mitski — susie save your love

🍪 she & him — why do you let me stay here?

🍪 lesley gore — i’m coolin’ no foolin’

🍪 sza — prom

🍪 the penguins — earth angel

🍪 SALES — renee

🍪 cleo sol — sunshine

🍪 japanese breakfast — be sweet

🍪 kate bush — cloud busting

🍪 mazzy star — halah

🍪 the mamas & papas — dedicated to the one i love

🍪 scissors sisters — filthy / gorgeous

🍪 fiona apples — shameika

🍪 fleetwood mac — mystified

🍪 margo guryan — under my umbrella

🍪 erykah badu — apple tree

🍪 mort garson — plantasia

🍪 sza — sweet november

🍪 quadron — sea salt

🍪 corinne bailey rae — green aphrodisiac

🍪 sade — lovers rock

🍪 ella fitzgerald — moonlight serenade

🍪 cigarettes after sex — truly

🍪 tv girl — heaven is a bedroom

🍪 the velvet underground — femme fetale

🍪 clairo, coco & clair — racecar

🍪 james blake, rosalía — barefoot in the park

🍪 tame impala — nangs

puppy!reader ♡

never seen without her walkman — loves running around and dancing to her upbeat music. her playlists will remind you of days in the sun and dancing in summer rain.

🐶 her’s — love on the line (call now)

🐶 HAIM — summer girl

🐶 the la’s — there she goes

🐶 stacey q — two of hearts

🐶 faye webster — right side of my neck

🐶 bakar, summer walker — hell n back

🐶 beabadoobee — sunny day

🐶 dominic fike — babydoll

🐶 jungle — back on 74

🐶 pinkpanthress — attracted to you

🐶 duran duran — girls on film

🐶 shuggie otis — strawberry letter 23

🐶 sixpence none the richer — kiss me

🐶 matilda mann — bloom

🐶 HAIM — falling

🐶 311 — amber

🐶 earth, wind & fire — boogie wonderland

🐶 lorde — ribs

🐶 lesley gore — sunshine lollipops and rainbows

🐶 stevie wonder — all i do

🐶 the human league — don’t you want me

🐶 the turtles — happy together

🐶 pet shop boys — west end girls

🐶 clairo — bags

🐶 pat benetar — love is a battlefield

🐶 the psychedelic furs — love my way

🐶 scouting for girls — she’s so lovely

🐶 noisettes — wild young hearts

🐶 the all eyes i — beat goes on

🐶 tame impala — elephant

🐶 sublime — waiting for my ruca

🐶 mgmt — boogie down

[quidell-fics]

Sneak peek of Chapter 12 from A Tale Painted with Blood!

Fandom: Black Myth: Wukong

Relationship: ♡ Sun Wukong x OC/Reader ♡ Destined One x OC/Reader ♡

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58851448/chapters/149992375

They had called me Guai.

Because of my hair, wild and red, and apparently a sign of bad tidings for people. A color too loud, too unnatural for a mere mortal. And here I thought Guai was just the singular form of Yaoguai.

It happened about two weeks after Monkey Boy got his first relic. We had stumbled upon our first human village, and while I had waltzed toward civilization with all the grace of a deer on too much excitement, he’d lingered behind, perched high in a tree like a smug monkey too good for humans. I’d tried coaxing him down before entering the village, but he'd just flicked a berry at me, hitting me square on the nose. A clear dismissal.

Fine. His loss.

I then burst into the village like a one-woman festival, practically skipping as I zeroed in on the first poor soul I could find. I was… really excited to see normal humans. “Hey, hey! Traders! Do you have them? I’ve got goods, I’ve got wares! Well, okay, it’s mostly junk, but one man’s trash—you know how it goes!”

The man had screamed.

He, apparently, had not known how it went.

Not a yelp. Not a startled jump. No, this man had let out a scream so raw, so soul-wrenching, it could have summoned his ancestors. He'e pointed at me with a trembling finger, eyes bulging like I had just crawled out of his nightmares. “Guai! A spirit in disguise!” Then he’d turned and bolted—full sprint—into the nearest hut, slamming the door so hard I swear the whole structure reconsidered its existence.

And that had been all it took.

Like a chorus of panicked chickens, the rest of the village erupted, gasping, whispering, slamming doors with the efficiency of a well-rehearsed ghost drill. Guai! The word shot through the air like arrows, bouncing from house to house like a very aggressive game of telephone.

It wasn’t until I'd reached the village center that an elderly woman, hunched and weathered like an old willow, spat at my feet. Then she muttered a prayer, eyes narrowed with deep suspicion.

I'd frowned. "Um… okay, I get that you're all very passionate about this, but—uh—what exactly did I do wrong?

She jabbed a finger toward my hair. “Bad omen.”

Well. That was a first.

So I'd sulked my way out of the village, head down, hands crossed in contemplation, all the bright excitement drained from me like ink from a torn scroll.

That was when Monkey Boy had dropped down from his tree, right in front of my path, a wicked grin splitting his face, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.

He knew that would happen.

Great. Just great.

[ellamuffin97]

Truth or dare ? 💚

Rating: +18

Word count: roughly 3.5k

Summary: playing a round of “Truth or dare” with the Avengers you challenged Loki for a dare -and he accepts it .

Warnings :NSFW,+18,smut,drinking , kissing,breast playing,fingering, edging,overstimulation, orgasm control, spanking , consensual sex

Final :orgasm, creampie , cum , a bit of soft Loki cuddles

The bottle was spinning and everyone held their breath. Steve had already danced the Macarena, Dr Banner had to eat fish which he totally doesn’t like at all , Thor was stripped , only in his underwear , Tony had to chew a whole box of menthol chewing gums and Natash had to scream her lungs out the balcony that her only boss in life is Tony Stark. As everyone watched, the bottle stopped turning, pointing its neck at Bucky.

"Yes!" Natasha yelled, raising her fist in triumph, "Truth or dare?"

Everyone turned their eyes on him while Bucky let out an annoyed huff, the corners of his lips pulling into a disgruntled pout. "This is dumb." Yet, after a short pause, he scoffed "Ok, dare."

"Alright!" she squeaked with joy, squeezing her eyes shut, "Tell us a joke."

"A what?" Bucky's face went blank.

"A joke. You know, make people laugh," Natasha's voice oozed with disbelief but she grinned like a thousand volts nonetheless.

Bucky’s face was still blank, deep in consideration though.

Then he rasped slowly "Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?"

Silence.

"Because it was dead." He deadpanned.

Silence again.

"Ewww, that was gross!" Natasha broke the silence and stuck out her tongue, cringing as was the rest of the members, "And not funny at all."

"Mate, don't ever– just don't," Tony took a shot glass, filled it up, and held it up "Drink up. That was horrible, you deserve it."

Bucky drank up, but not without glowering at everyone.

Next was your turn. You spun the bottle and everyone stared at it expectantly. It stopped pointing at Loki.

His smug grin spread wide in his face when your eyes met. Before you could even open your mouth he already said "Dare for you,cutie."

You rolled your eyes. He was always like that. Smug and annoying. And handsome. He brought your blood to a boil in an instant with his cocky attitude. Time you showed him who held the reigns. "I dare you to get a Jacob's ladder!"

Just as fast as you said that your hands shot up to cover your mouth, cheeks going ablaze, eyes wide with shock over the words that had just come out of your mouth. The entire room had fallen silent, everyone was staring at you both, waiting for the scene to unravel in front of them.

But Lokis smirk spread even wider as he leaned forward to get closer to you, his mesmerizing blue eyes boring into yours.

“Already have that doll. Long time ago when I started dating midgardian women . be more original," he cocked his head and raised his brow, eyes half-lidded.

A deep inhale went around the room at his revelation, and you felt a heat pool deep in your guts, your cheeks going ablaze even further. At a loss for words, you did not know how to respond. Blood rushed in your ears and then you heard Loki break the silence.

"Now here's my dare. Your room or mine?" He rasped, holding out his hand.

Still too dumbfounded to respond, he raised to his feet, grabbed your hand, and pulled you up. With a big knowing grin, he dragged you off to the hallway, waving the others farewell with the words "Y'all can continue playing alone. Don't expect us back for the night."

“Hey rain deer games don’t even think that I will let you …Tony started but he s been cut out by Natasha’s elbow in his ribs . Her eyes burned him alive because she knew you held feelings for him and it was finally the time that he took the first step .

Once you reached the hallway, you blurted out "Loki. What the fuck are you doing?"

But before you got an answer he crashed you against the wall, latching his lips onto yours.

“I am aware of your feelings my little mortal *he cooed . And I am willing to show you that I feel exactly the same way as you

The kiss was so hungry, hot, and eager. His tongue dug deep into your mouth, while he pressed against you, his bulge already hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, rubbing into your hips.

A little whimper escaped your mouth, as his one hand slipped behind your neck, holding you in place, the other one trailed under your shirt.

The kiss got deeper the further up his hand got until it cupped your breast through your bra and that's when your resolve melted, moaning into his mouth, shuddering while a shiver crept up your spine.

“Lo please *you whimpered . Show me what you’ve got .

There was a slight chuckle against your lips and he squeezed your breast, first once then twice until he got impatient and pushed your bra up and your tits spilled free.

Your breaths turned heated, his lips pressed harder on your mouth, he tilted your head to dive in deeper as he alternately groped your breasts.

His hips rutted against you now with a feverish pace when he suddenly let out a curse and broke free, having you gasp for air. His eyes glowed hungrily, taking in your disheveled state.

"Y/n, you're gonna make me cum if we continue like this," he huskily whispered, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

You pulled your bra back down, swallowed, and managed to croak out "Your room then," mind still dizzy from the heated encounter.

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you with him towards his room. Once through the door, he used his Æsir to kicked it shut and also put a spell on the room to become soundproof then finally he was all over you again.

It was a stripping off clothes, a stumbling, heated kisses pressed against each other's lips as you both managed to bridge the distance to the bed. Loki had kicked off his boots and you frantically pulled off his tunic revealing his lean, muscular torso .

Your breath hitched at the sight but he just shrugged and moved about getting you undressed.

Standing in your underwear in front of him, he cocked his eyebrow and whistled "Never knew you hide such perfection under all those clothes," and you couldn't help but feel the redness spread through your cheeks again.

He stepped up to you, and you felt his bodyheat, could smell him again, this intoxicating mix of whiskey and cinnamon . Your chest heaved and fell with every deep excited breath you took.

There was an insatiable hunger in his vibrant eyes and he pushed you slowly towards the bed. When the back of your legs hit the bed, you looked up at him.

"Lo, I-" but you couldn't finish when his hands wrapped around your back and with a squeak of yours toppled you over, laying you onto the soft sheets.

Not breaking eye contact, you propped yourself up on your elbows, crawling back, making room for him.

Chuckling lowly, he kneeled down as you watched him pull your panties down. He let out a sharp hiss through his teeth seeing the strings of wetness clinging to your panties snap, as he pulled them lower.

"Fuck Y/n–" was all he was able to mutter as you lifted your legs and he pulled the string of fabric off, smelled on them, and tugged them in his pant pocket.

“Ready to have some fun?” he straightened up, cocked his head, and grabbed his fat hard bulge with his hand, squeezing it and letting out a pleased groan.

You nodded shyly and he bent forward again, moving to hover over you, his eyes eyes so seductive, they seemed to suck you in. His lips were suddenly so close, his breath hot on yours and then he met you for a sultry kiss, lazily working his mouth against yours.

Writhing below him, you lifted your arms to weave your fingers through his soft raven hair, while he rutted his dick against you, thrusting hard against your already swollen sex. You could feel the heat of his erection through his pants, and you were gonna go insane if you didn't feel him inside you soon.

Arching your back, he snaked his hand behind it and undid the latch of your bra with his skilled fingers. Continuing to kiss, he pulled it off, while his mouth trailed down along your cheek, continuing to press hot kisses all over your neck and collarbone.

Once his mouth reached your breast, he started lapping, kneading them with his large calloused hands and you couldn't help but let out a choked gasp. He bit into your nipple, ignoring your sudden shriek. You couldn't help but screw your eyes shut, moaning out as every lick and nip sent a shiver up your spine. Eventuall pulling back, he released your breast with a plop and looked at you with eager eyes.

You were squirming below him, the heat between your legs burning like a melting furnace, needing more of him as you arched your back, begging for him to please you.

"So needy–"he purred into your inner thigh skin

“Yes,” you whimpered, too drunk on the feeling of him so close, invading all your senses.

His hand slowly snaked downward, coming to a rest over your warm folds and then he slowly slid his fingers over them. First once, then twice with an agonizingly slow pace.

“Gods , so wet,” he shuddered, teasing his fingers over your cunt again while you let out a weak whimper.

He started rubbing your clit, repeatedly dipping down to stroke over your pussy having you choke out one moan after another. With each swipe and flick over your clit you felt the climax nearing until you were right on the edge, closing your eyes in anticipation – but then he pulled his fingers out.

"LOKIIIIII !" You wailed out in frustration, throwing your head back at the sudden loss of stimulation, but he just chuckled lowly.

"What?" a smirk spreading across his face, knowing all too well what you were implying.

You moaned, hating his smugness, and reached down to try to give yourself the much-needed stimulation. But he grabbed your hand, pinning it above your head, latching onto your neck, and started sucking, leaving a reddening mark.

Then he eased two fingers inside of you without a warning. Your eyes went wide and you gasped at the sudden stretch. Clenching around his fingers, that relentless stimulation had the tension inside of you so close to bursting. He kept rutting his fingers in and out of you while you moaned and writhed beneath him, eyes almost crossing with lust.

But then, just as you were about to fall off the edge again, he stopped, pulling his fingers out, holding them high to show you the glistening juices clinging to them.

“Fuck– Loki," you choked, somehow managing to swap him at his broad chest, nearly in tears from being denied again.

He just snickered softly into your neck, teasing his fingers over your quivering cunt as he waited for you to come down.

As your breathing had calmed a bit, he pushed his fingers back into your pussy. Oversensitive and frustrated as you were, you couldn't help a shuddering moan from falling off your lips. As soon as his dexterous fingers curled up against your special spot, you were a goner, your climax surfacing so quickly, it had you breathless.

All you knew was him inside of you, pumping his fingers into your g-spot. You were speeding toward your orgasm, bucking off the bed, pushing your hips to meet his fingers, wanting him to go deeper. You started whimpering, your cunt tightening around him as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge again. You couldn't form coherent words anymore, desperately needing the release.

When you were about to release, your legs shivering, aching, falling to the side, your walls suddenly clenched around nothing as he pulled his fingers out again.

You almost cried, your body and mind aching with frustration. A teasing grin on his face, he sat back on his heels.

"You did fantastic, kærasta," he pressed a gentle kiss on your mound, making you jerk involuntarily.

Adjusting between your spread legs, he pulled his pants down and off to free his dick. Your eyes, lashes thick with tears, wander down and you gasped, not expecting the sight in front of you. He was big, girthy, and hard, his pink pierced tip dripping precum in excitement. You could see the metal barbells running along his underside and couldn't help but drool at the thought of him inside you.

With a smirk on his face, he grabbed you by the hips, and flipped you over onto your stomach, as if it was nothing. You yelped, surprised by the sudden change in posture. Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you towards him. Loki’s hands slid over to your lower back and gently but determinedly pushed you down to lie with your breast flush against the mattress.

Your ass and hips were now raised into the air, his fingers tracing little circles into the skin along your back, making you shiver.

And then you felt it. The hard metal of his piercing, as his tip pressed against your entrance. He slid his cock back and forth over your slick folds, smearing his precum with your juices. You were so oversensitive from all the denial that when the piercing caught your clit you had to bite into the sheets not to cry out loud.

"Lo, please,” you sobbed and pleaded, tears springing to your eyes, so desperate to feel him inside of you.

"I know babe, I got ya–" he said breathily and you just had enough time to take a deep breath before he lowered his body, his tip pressing into you.

Your hands fisted the sheets, your mouth biting into the fabric, the feeling of the metal ring on the tip of his dick rubbing along that special spot being too much. And then the first barbell entered and you bit your lip until it drew blood.

The feeling of him stretching your aching walls had you almost instantly fall over the edge as a loud choked moan spilled from your mouth.

"Shit, babe, I'm gonna—" You squealed out but a sudden sharp pain on your butt cheek had you screaming and ripped you from your blissed-out stupor. Loki ran soothing circles over the reddening spot forming on your skin where his hand had just smacked you.

"Don't cum yet," he scowled and you huffed into the sheets, frustrated tears pricking at your eyes.

Then he pushed in further, groaning with every barbell of his Jacob's ladder disappearing into you. It was more than overwhelming. There was so much of him pressing inside of you and he just kept going in.

“Lo—” having been edged so many times, you were so sensitive, just struggling to last, holding your breath, trying to focus on anything else but the feeling of him inside you, his cock filling you to the brim.

But you couldn't.

Your fingers screwed at the bedsheet, your breath hitched in your lungs and all you felt was the burn, the burn of him stretching you so thoroughly.

"Fuck, so damn tight–," he shuddered, allowing your body a moment to adjust to the size of him inside you.

“You OK?” He asked, kissing you softly on your back.

You were only able to respond with a shaky nod of your head, your entire body trembling like a firework close to exploding.

"Ok doll, let's do this," he purred into your ear after he gave you a moment more. And with that he started moving at a frantic pace, making you cry out loud.

With the piercings rubbing all the right spots, being so overstimulated, and finally being able to let go, you felt yourself hurl towards the edge, all feelings focused on him ramming in and out of you.

It sent heat into your gut, made your toes curl, as a tingling feeling increased and spread throughout your body, the coil winding tighter in your core, growing, tensing with each of his movements.

With everything focused on his pierced cock driving in and out of you, causing delicious friction at just the right spots, you forgot about your surroundings.

You could barely process anything anymore, your mind too dumb with the white heat starting to burn your insides. You slowly felt your composure crumbling and struggled to hold back your orgasm.

His hips bucked into you at an unforgiving speed, making you bounce from the force, each rut pushing you closer to your high. You couldn't hold back anymore, the pleasure too intense, your mind whitening out. You were crying for real now, lashes thick with tears.

"That's it, gorgeous, cum for me," Loki groaned, breathless, close himself.

That's all it took for you to go spiraling, falling as the coil snapped, sending the first intense wave of pleasure through your body. Your walls clamped down on him, increasing the pressure, each thrust feeling better, more intense.

You buried your face into the soft bed sheets, moaning desperately as yet another orgasm hit you full force, wrecking your body and your mouth dropped open for a high-pitched cry.

Loki was starting to lose it as well, lazy eyes hazy with pleasure, his climax building with every feverish thrust of his behind you. You heard him groaning, swearing under his breath, diving into you while you kept coming around his dick.

With a final broken moan, his hips stuttered to a halt, and you felt him twitch inside you as he came, pumping you full of his seed, while he panted above you, his hair sticking to his face in sweaty strands.

Giving his hips a few more agonizingly slow thrusts, he pushed his cum around, making a sticky mess between you and his pelvic.

A few moments later, he slid out of you. You instantly collapsed onto the bed, not having him hold you up anymore, your combined juices seeping out between your puffy folds and dripping down, making a puddle on the sheets.

It was suddenly so quiet, only your quickened breaths filling the silence between you both. He laid down on his back next to you, looking at you, his hand on your back, drawing small circles with his fingers into your skin.

You turn your head to meet his gaze, your face all red, black mascara smeared across it and your eyes still teary.

A big grin spread across his face as he snarled, " You look fucked out,Y/n.

"Well, that's an understatement," you sputtered into the sheets, still too weak and worn out to move.

"Come here” laughed out loud, genuinely, and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close to him, ignoring your meager whines about having to move your sore limbs.

Nestling against his warm chest, you inhaled his masculine scent mingled with the smell of warm sex and fresh orgasm. It was delicious.

He kissed the crown of your head, humming in approval as you laid your hand on his stomach, tracing little circles into his soft,pale skin .

"So, what are we doing next? Going back?" You mumbled, rather sleepy.

"Nope ,I am not done with you yet .😈

[roseyisopodsart]

RE0, RE2R, and RE3R as LPS!

Why did I do all three? Tbh I was just on a roll 💀

Billy - either a black fluffy cat (#435 Persian) or a black dog (#92 is technically a Doberman but it’s a German Shepard model!)

Marcus - So LPS doesn’t have many bug/leech/slug options so I made Marcus a snail!! Except he wouldn’t be as slow-

Kevin D. - Penguin #389! The yellow belly is his vest!! And he looks like he’s wearing a helmet 🗣️‼️‼️

Leon - Collie #2452! Specifically cause of those brown ears and chest, mainly cause I envision him browning over time, like his hair in canon!

Ada - Shorthair cat #336! So cute, so sleek, so pretty!

Claire - Wolf(cat) #1953! I think she’d be more of a red tone, but the model reminds me of her sm

Sherry - Kitten #134! SHE’S JUST A BABY!!!

William B - Shorthair #73! Once again, the tired eyes convinced me.

Annette B - Persian #217! I was originally gonna make her a shorthair, but she just screams longhair cat to me!

Marvin - Scottie #23! I chose a Scottie cause Scottie dogs are known to be feisty, stubborn, but protective! Also he gets cool accessories cause Marvin’s the coolest here 😎

Elliot - He’d be this specific model of deer (reindeer?)! I couldn’t get the idea of him being a deer out of my head the moment I realized he looked like a deer in the headlights (BLINK ELLIOT BLINK!!!), but I wasn’t vibing with any of the regular deer and thats when I discovered these models! Also I couldn’t find the specific number because ofc I couldn’t 💀

Katherine - Maltese #79! At least I think its 79, this dog and another spaniel come up with the #79??? Anyways, she’d be this cutie!

Ben - So he’d either be a regular hedgehog…or this silly one with hair. Get it? Cause of his ponytail?

Kendo - Husky #174! He is so husky to me…

Emma - Puppy #1013! And her mama would be husky #1012 💖

Carlos - Sheepdog #1077! Too perfect! And YES, he needs the flower in his hair!!!!! I have this one 🤭

Tyrell - Jaguar #1419! Honestly, it’s another case of this specific LPS just reminds me of him! Plus, I was thinking of how there’s so many videos of jaguars lounging followed by them being expert hunters and Tyrell is a relaxed guy, but is obviously greatly skilled!

Nikolai - He was so hard to find an lps for. Looking through the different models and designs, but I landed on cat #9 (the hair sorta matches his) or Dane #184 (cause Nikolai’s second name is “The White Wolf” And I wasn’t too pleased with assigning him a cat)

Mikhail - Mikhail was also hard to choose for. Maybe a German Shepard or a Boxer?? But ofc white/grey

Murphy - Monkey #304 :] just monkey

[newkatzkafe2023]

So for a part 2 for the courtnapping, how would the others react to the monkeys being courtnapped?

THIS IS THE GENDERBEND VERSION😊

(Lmk Wukong) Mk was heading to flower fruit mountain for another day of training until she saw something that made her jaw drop. she saw a WHOLE ASS MANSION next to Wukong's little house and saw that the baby monkeys got a bunch of new baby and kids toys to play with hell their was even a playground. Mk ran inside to see a bunch of expensive furniture, and she ran in the halls to see multiple paintings and photos, some of Wukong and some of a another tall male Monkey and the rest of them was Wukong and the man AKA you together. That's when she found Wukong sitting in a Jacuzzi making out with the same man in the pictures

(Wukong)(kissing) Oh💛 Huh? OH MK HEY I forgot you were coming 😅

(Mk)...................Who is that????😦

(Wukong) Oh this is M/n he's my new husband💛

Mk was at an extreme loss at the info she was given, Wukong then told her that she was courtnapped a few months back, but it was love at first sight for you both and that's all that matters to Mk.

(NR Wukong) Li and Stu were dumbfounded, the young couple hadn't seen Wukong in a few weeks just to see her dressed up in even more expensive clothing they both ever seen. You and Wukong have gotten back from shopping downtown where you gave her your blackcard and told her to go crazy and she purchased whatever caught her eye no matter how expensive it was.

(Li) uhh what do you got there🤨?

(Wukong) a smoothie😊🥤

(Stu) She means the rich guy next to you😑

(Wukong) Oh my new husband 🥰

(Li and Stu) YOUR WHAT?!?!?!?!?

Then Wukong cheerfully explained to the couple, about meeting you at a fancy nightclub and how you rocked her world. How You would spoiled her rotten and she was just madly in love with you. Meanwhile Li and Stu just sat in shock as you sat and typed away on your phone but smile when she spoke about you.

(HIB Wukong) She still needs to get used to this whole courtnapping thing, especially when the children now live with you as well. You wasted no time spoiling Silly Boy and Luier with whatever they wanted, even giving them a fat wad of cash as so-called pocket money. Meanwhile was just dumbfounded on how she could be so calm in this situation, and she would think this would make her uncomfortable.

(Pigsy) soooo how did you guys meet😐

(Wukong) Well it all started at the marketplace🥺

Wukong continues to explained your meeting with her, and bought her to your home promising to provide for her and the children. Which you did in an infinite way she could never imagine.

(MKR Wukong) The pilgrims and the monk look like deer in the headlights, Wukong was gone for a week and now she came back. The small group had many questions for Wukong before somebody came from behind Wukong and their jaw touch the floor. Soon their was a tall male Monkey with a expensive looking battle armor holding a large duffel bag with him.

(MKR Wukong) Master tang this is M/n he's new fiancée, we plan to get married at the end of the journey

(pilgrims)...............EXCUSE US?!?!?

Wukong then continued to explain what happened to the men about how you both met and your whole courtnapping ritual and about what happened at your mansion, and the battle that happened between the two of you. meanwhile you doted on fruity as you immediately saw her as a daughter to spoil rotten too.

(Netflix Wukong) Lin was very worried about his sister-figure Wukong, I mean He knew Wukong could take care of herself but he still loves and cares about her. Until he was invited by her to her new home, which confused him greatly but when he saw it was from Wukong he headed over looking for an explanation. Dragon queen following close behind and that's when they saw her in front of a whole FREAKING CASTLE!!! The saw Netflix with cucumbers on her eyes as a servant messaging her face, shocking Lin and Making dragon queen super jealous. Wukong felt a presence and move one of the cucumbers to see Lin and Dragon queen.....

(Wukong) OH GUYS YOU MADE IT!!!😎

(Lin) What....is going on......here😧

(Wukong) Oh Lin get this I was courtnapped a few weeks ago and now I have an new fiancée

(Dragon Queen) YOU WERE WHAT?!?!?!?

Lin was perplexed from the whole situation, but after an quick explanation on demon Customs from Dragon queen he now understood, long story short Wukong is now a trophy Fiance but is loved and cherished by you dearly.

(BMW Wukong) The celestial court was on Edge. The monkey queen hadn't made a peep in months. Their wasn't an incident, altercation, or anything hell, not even Erlang had heard from the Monkey girl. It didn't take long for her to be assigned to figure out what Wukong was up too so with her all seeing eye she found Wukong, she was on FFM alright but THEIR WAS A HUGE MANOR BUILT ON THERE! Erlang immediately headed down. She quickly found Wukong sunbathing and drinking expensive wine with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes

(Wukong) What are you doing on my mountain Erlang???😎🍷

(Erlang)(unmoving) Monkey what is all this, What have you done here???

(Wukong) Oh haven't you heard I'm married now, my husband is moving into the mountain this mouth🙄

(Erlang) You what now???🫨

Wukong proceeded to explain how she was courtnapped about a year ago, but she found us to be interesting so You know the whole song in dance and now you're married. Erlang meanwhile was buffering like never before, Even With her three eyes , she did not see this coming at all😲.

(Destined one) Poor Auntie Bajie was worried sick about D.O, she was looking everywhere for the young female monkey but it was a dead end. Bajie felt all hope was lost until she heard news of a pair of monkeys getting married and ran to where she heard the rumors. That's when she saw the destined one reading a book, as their were curlers in her head, as she sat with a cup of tea and a servant scrubbing her feet.

(Bajie) THERE YOU ARE NIECE, I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU, CAN'T EVEN LEAVE A NOTE AND JUST DISAPPEAR......also What is all this????🤔🤨

The destined one just showed Bajie her Beautiful wedding ring with a ridiculously large and expensive rock on it. Bajie's jaw dropped at this and she finally noticed you next to the destined one surrounded by more servents as you ate peaches while getting your long fur brushed. Bajie then Put two and two together and was honestly shocked and impressed that the destined one went out and found a rich husband.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG💍

[saeivra]

Moots as animals?

MY FIRST EVER MOOT GAME YAYAYAAA

@jayparked a puppy. don't ask😭

@yuvany- a sheep<3

@orimuraa pregnant male!<3

@dollyhoon- a swan!!

@nshmurarki- a cheetah(she slick fr)

@wonwonpuffs- a dove(fav+pure)

@enreveriee- an owl(SHE SEES EVERYTHI)

@tzyunaes- a deer(you seem calm)

@amorsae 😼(😼)

@honeybelleee a 🐈‍⬛(a black cat fr)

@inaisis - a baby chicken(CUTIEE)

@pshawtyy- a baby deer(ALSO CUTIE)

@douqhnxtss- a squirrel(sanas animal😋)

@flwrstqr- a kitty(another cutie)

@lueuriki- BUNNY!!(hehe get it)

@levandright chick(😋)

@jiiyen- a duck(OKAY PURR)

@kpopiedictionary baby duckling(CUTIE.)

@coqhee also a deer😭🩶

@spade0635- MY IDIOT MONKEY(one word:special) also a molerat🩶

@yvnempire cheetah😋

@yjwsgf racoon!<3

@moonstruckjw squirrel (ONCE AGAIN😭)

@wonsdoll- a kat<3(W A K)

@icyy-hoon - a bear!

@pshbites - a baby cat

@virtualhoon also a black cat😋

@mioons- a white cat

@smigcrazy - a BIRD 🐦

@woniesprincess kittieeee

@betazsharkz shark in honor of sharky😍

IF I MISSED U LMK! I HAVE ALOT OF MOOTS😭

[suguru-getos]

fractures // geto suguru x f!reader // chapter 5

masterlist // summary: the reader is depressed as fuck, going through it yall 😔 suguru finally decides to let her go because he could only take in so much without causing irreparable damage to his own mindset about monkeys. // warnings: angst, comfort (yeah geto sama became suguru for a moment), mentions of fucked up mental health.

hurts… hurts when you didn’t go to the invite suguru had for you, to walk with him in the gardens. its embarrassing whatever your condition is right now. forced to sit amongst everyone who loathes you & hates you for lunch. four days… four days are left now. last night had been bearable, you didn’t accept geto’s offer to join him in the gardens for a walk, and didn’t sleep out of the anxiety of him hurting you. hurts… his grip on your psyche hurts.

it seems detrimental to engage in a conversation amongst a group of people who clearly think they’re better than you. hate you just because you’re weak perhaps. before you realize, you’ve ended up gazing and glancing at the plate. tears flowing from your eyes and a weak sniffle escaping you.

mimiko & nanako glanced at the wounded deer they all have kept in their den. you. “she’s crying.” nanako pouts, you look so beautiful to her she wishes she could just be your friend honestly. though, she doesn’t have the guts to confront suguru about it. “sickening…” manami scoffs, looking at you. “stop crying and stop making the lunch unbearable, i can barely stand your monkey stench.”

monkey stench…

you wonder what that even means. suguru, is awfully quiet. he’s just observing you as you desperately try to wipe of your tears. “be grateful you’re given food at all. waste of space and fucking breaths.” manami snarls again, “or should i beat the shit out of you again just like when i did when you tried to slither out like a pest?”

so much hatred… these people held so much hatred it was eating you apart. scatching you, hollowing you to the very core. you don’t want to be hurt anymore. or maybe they better do a good job at it and hurt you enough so your heart stops.

“that’s fine,” suguru hums, “just focus on the lunch manami.” his words sound like an order. something no one can stand against. it was weird, how it somehow helped you feel the slightest of a shield against their sharp jaws.

you could barely finish the lunch, the food’s taste wasn’t the issue exactly. it was the environment. gently leaning the plate away with more than one-third of the food finished, you get up to leave. no one says anything to you. weird… these people feel weird.

another day passes, and suguru’s affect on you has lessened beyond imaginations. he just lets you be. you wonder why is there a change of heart like this. does he plan to kill you directly? why hasn’t he just hurt you like he usually does? neither have his lackeys. it’s eerie, how you sleep on the bed today, just like you did yesterday night & stare at a wall. the dark circles in your eyes have been daunting. you look like a sack of flesh forced to be alive. it’s unbearable. you wish it would stop. you wish your brain would stop it…

desperate- you gasp and get up and off the bed instantly. hands clutching at your scalp and tugging at your hair with a whimper as you scream cry. everything that’s happened to you so far reminds you of the hell you’re forced in. how geto suguru makes you feel, how you immediately wish this was just the biggest nightmare you’ve ever lived.

suguru… can’t sleep either. it’s weird. his mind is just not working how it should. that’s always been the problem with him. he’s always been someone who’s unfit to be a sorcerer. he cares so much. that’s why he couldn’t stand his comrades & his own friends dying because of filthy monkeys who create those very curses. then why is his heart being torn apart brutally at the sounds of you crying. why is he taking a walk right ‘outside’ your door. this makes no sense. why is he being partial to you? to check his resolve, he’s killed seven monkeys today. all those who should have been useful but weren’t. then there’s you, tearing him apart just with the sound of your sniffles. is it because you’re beautiful? no- that’s not it. it’s just because he doesn’t know where to place you in his self righteous scale of morals.

you need a breath of fresh air, and when you lurch forward to your bedroom door and open it, you’re left aghast when you see geto sama standing in front. you lean back a few steps. blinking rapidly to see him clearly with the foggy vision you hold due to your tears. “i- i- wasn’t - i wasn’t trying to run.” you babble, observing him. watching his feet, his face. “please believe me i wasn’t trying to run- i was just trying to have some fresh air.” you explained yourself, sobbing out at the bone chilling fear.

“please please please — “ you fall into your knees at his silence, face covered with both hands as you break down. “please don’t hurt m-“

suguru just looks at you, eyes softening, his own eyes glazed at your torment. his little monkey pet. “i believe you.” he hums, walking towards you and crouching. he doesn’t need to necessarily touch you. but he does anyway. holding the back of your head and forcing you to lean against his chest. soft pats on your head as you cry out. he is silent. saying anything seems insolent. he can’t really do anything but hope you quiet down with that. why is he even doing this… he doesn’t have time to think through it. it’s impossible.

no… you’re changing him. he can’t have you do that. you can’t change him. that’s impossible. he has a goal to meet. he has to erradicate all the monkeys in this world to make sure sorcerers can live freely. he can’t be sympathetic for a fucking monkey—

“i’ll let you go tomorrow.” he hums, and your eyes widened, what is he even saying? “your parents will give the money within three says, i can’t stand you crying out everyday like a bad omen in my own house.” he hums, watching your facial expressions change to one of pure shock. “you understand? now don’t make me change my decision by crying anymore.”

you desperately nodded, wiping your tears over and over and over like a traumatized child. it is heart breaking really… maybe when he’s without you, and away from you, he would get back the losing and faint sight of his goal.

the next morning, you wake up, groggy as ever. whatever happened last night seems like a fever dream. you don’t even have the energy to think it was reality. maybe geto was tired of you crying and screaming & wanted to shut you up temporarily. yeah, that’s what it seems like at the end of the day. you drag yourself to the bathroom, and take a shower. thoughts jumbled up in the brimming brain fog. you’re tired, your mind & body are unable to keep up with the rapid anxiety you have burning within you.

“good morning.” you blink when you hear geto’s voice while combing through your hair. “morning.” you respond, gazing at him through the mirror. “let’s go.” he raises a brow, watching you, scanning you. maybe you will smile…

maybe… he will see you smile for the first time ever. he’s spend a few hours yesterday night trying to imagine how pretty you would look when you’re smiling brightly. when your lips curl up… do you smile with your eyes? would they squint up? how would you look? he can’t wait but want to see you blossom like that. pathetic really.

“yeah.” there is no response apart from that. you’re dreading this. you don’t know if you would be able to survive when you’re out of here. the fear that’s been instilled inside you wouldn’t just go away like that. as heartbreaking as it is, your body has given up for now.

and that’s exactly what happens. everything passes in a haze. the echoes of multiple footsteps as you walk to the estate gate & sit in the car, eyes fixated at your nails and scratching them up throughout. you don’t register anything until you actually reach home. a faint beep sound is the only thing you hear and the faintest echoes of your parents crying and hugging you. your friends visiting you in the coming next few days and weeks. everything is nothing but a faint echo. you feel like you’re drifting apart, losing a sense of reality. you don’t remember how long it has been since you’ve been back. or if your parents gave suguru the money anyway, or if you are still dreaming about this whole thing and stuck in the geto estate. maybe you died when he carved the word “monkey” in your arm and these are the last bits of delusional memories your brain has in store for you before finally pulling you into slumber….

depressed, numb, and done for. you are done for.

[mashpotatoe]

his name is Trail and she's a half antelope half deer half goat and half monkey somewhere in the mix, he loves the feeling of sitting in wet grass and her biggest dream is to have been everywhere