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luckych · 4 months

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ʚ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : how ___ react to becoming jealous : JUJUTSU KAISEN edition! ɞ

ʚ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : jujutsu kaisen x reader ɞ

ʚ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : some small fluff moments here and there and most definitely smut. ɞ

ʚ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : there may be some bad use of punctuation, maybe some spelling mistakes, nanami lowkey being kind of rough, mentions of oral sex, mentions of whining, crying, many pet names, some suggestive themes, JUST SOME KINKY FREAKY SHIT. ɞ

ʚ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : 2979 words. this is honestly the longest shit i’ve ever written.. at least on here. i’ve been gone for so long but i have this small little thing for people who’ll look. ɞ

ʚ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : you and the character would be somewhere together with your either group of friends or just each other when some random guy comes up to you, flirting with you and asking if you had a boyfriend. ɞ

ʚ 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : me @luckych the idea might not have come directly from me and might’ve been done before, but none of my work is plagiarized. i wrote everything by myself, so you can obviously use the idea for yourself, but do NOT take my work and pass it off as your own, please and thank you. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ɞ

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୨୧ - gojo satoru would most definitely playful about it yet totally obvious about his jealousy. once your waiter starts talking too much about you and how pretty you are, gojo definitely grabs your hand under the table, squeezing it slightly.

after the waiter had finally written down your order after yapping your ears off, he looked up from his notepad, looking your pretty body up and down in a flirtatious manner.

“you’re actually really pretty, ma’am–”

“oh, i know she is. she’s a reeeaal sight for sore eyes, isn’t she.. ben?,” he questions the guy in an annoyed tone, tilting his head to the side as if he was actually curious on what this puny imbecile had to say.

his tone was clearly extremely irritated as he softly squeezed your hand as you softly winced from his roughness.

“oh, is this your girlfriend, man? that’s my bad, dude.. w-what do you want to drink?,” your waiter questions your boyfriend, pretty much avoiding gojo’s jealous blue eyes as his stare alone intimidated him.

gojo couldn’t even hold back the scoff that escaped his lips as the complete audacity of this guy stunned him. he turned towards you, chuckling with masked anger.

“satoru, not here..”

“are you ignorant or what? you see two people alone at a two person table and you don’t think, “hmm, just maybe they might be on a date?,” gojo says, softly slamming his fist down against the nicely decorated table, shifting the table slightly as you could see a muscle in his jaw twitch.

“i said i was sorry. what else do you want me to say, man?,” the waiter asked in a slightly nervous tone, placing his pen in his chest pocket and his notepad in his clean, black apron.

“i’m about two seconds away from kicking his ass, babe. you should either hold me back, or let me hurt him,” gojo remarks, a muscle in his eye twitching as he stands up from his seat, cracking his knuckles.

the altercation quickly ended with you and gojo getting your entire meal for free, not before gojo got a few small punches in.

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𐙚 - toji fushiguro wouldn’t even let a guy flirt with you in the first place. on the off chance that a guy actually had the chance to even talk to you, you and toji were out to go get boba and ramen obviously from your pockets because you wanted to treat him to something nice.

you two were walking around on the streets, toji drinking his boba in once hand as his other was wrapped around your waist, holding you close in an extremely possessive manner. your head was resting against his shoulder as he was talking about buying (stealing) some jewelry for you to make up for the money you spent.

that was before some random guys were in front of you, obviously talking about you, pointing out your features very clearly as they continued to look back at you with smirks. toji was already becoming increasingly annoyed, his smirk turning into a scowl almost immediately at their childishness.

“bro, just go talk to her! he’s probably just her guy friend, dude!,” once of the guys murmured under their breath, looking back at you immaturely as they met toji’s harsh eyes. he narrowed his eyes at the boy as he immediately turned away with an anxious look.

whoever they were hyping up finally grew the balls to talk to you, his group of friends walking in front of him as he walked towards you with a nervous yet confident expression on his face.

he stood in front of you, making you and toji stop in your tracks.

“hey, i can see that you're gorgeous, but what else should i know about you?,” he says, his gross pick up line being so disturbing cheesy that you could actually taste it.

it was as if your boba had suddenly turned sour, the seemingly sweet taste becoming instantly bitter as you took a sip.

“i’m gonna stop you right there. you’re either blind, stupid, or both if you don’t see my hand CLEARLY around my GIRLFRIEND’S waist,” toji says in an displeased manner, exclaiming certain words he said to get his point across, passing his boba to you as he shoved the guy.

his friends immediately came to his rescue, running over towards him as they stood behind him, trying to tell toji that they were the ones who encouraged him to pursue you.

toji obviously couldn’t give less of a fuck, raising up his muscular arm as he punched the guy dead in the face with an extremely tight fist, the guy falling to the ground as his nose was bleeding profusely.

“toji fushiguro! that’s enough, i think he’s learned his lesson, don’t you?!,” you cried, running over to toji as you hold both of your boba drinks in only one hand, grabbing toji’s bicep softly.

“hell no he hasn’t. once he’s fucking dead, then i know he’s learned.”

once you guys were finally home after he beat that guy’s ass, you were busy gagging and choking on his dick as he teaches you a lesson because a guy flirted with you. yes, his logic is clearly flawed, but it was his best excuse to fuck you in the most aggressive, roughest way ever.

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౨ৎ - kento nanami would be the type to be chill about his anger during the situation but totally take his anger out on you in private, even if he’s totally against being rough with you. he’d just keep his anger pent up for way too long, his anger surging inside of him for too long for him to handle it properly.

when you and kento were out at a party one of his new friends invited him to, he decided to invite you as he didn’t want to leave his precious baby by herself all night.

since you wanted to make a good impression in front of friends, you decided to wear one of your favorite black dresses, the dress being extremely tight and hugging your curves well.

you did your makeup exceptionally nice, catching your boyfriend’s attention quickly.

“you’re really going to the party like that, baby? you look gorgeous, my love, but there’s going to be guys at the party,” he commented, placing his hands against your hips as he pulled you close to him, your face against his broad chest.

you felt him place a soft kiss against your forehead, a small blush creeping against your cheeks.

“i know. i wanna look good for you, not other guys,” you tell him with a reassuring grin.

nanami was extremely hesitant about letting you out of the house looking so seductive but he decided to allow it as he didn’t expect anybody to actually flirt with you.

sadly, he was dead wrong.

multiple guys at the party were flirting with you, even some of his new friends even though nanami was right there.

he just gave everyone who flirted with you an irritated stare, keeping himself composed to not ruin the night

once you guys were back home, you were crying, screaming his name as you took him harshly from the back.

you were pretty much so incredibly overstimulated to the point where you were cumming way quicker than you ever had in your life, your core being full of his seed and covered in your past orgasms.

afterwards, he definitely gave you the most wonderful aftercare of your entire life, giving you anything and everything you wanted.

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୨ৎ - megumi fushiguro would give you the silent treatment, not because he’s mad at you but because he needs a moment to calm himself down and think before he does something extremely irrational just because of his jealousy.

when you and megumi were hanging out at the park eating ice cream together, a guy who was on the swings with his little brother came up to you two, smirking softly as he looked you up and down in an obviously flirtatious way.

megumi looked up at the guy, seeing that he was obviously attractive.

you also looked up at the guy, becoming awkward and nervous as he stared at you.

“hey, i can see that you’re pretty bored with your friend here. want me to steal you away?,” the guy asked, holding his hand out as you didn’t return the favor.

you turned towards megumi, waiting for him to do something, anything, but he just sat their clenching his fists in angry silence.

you scoffed in an annoying manner, seeing megumi look up as you handled the situation by yourself. you told the guy to go fuck himself, telling him that megumi wasn’t your friend but your boyfriend.

he got the message as he walked away embarrassed, going back to his brother.

the date was awkward afterwards as you weren’t over the fact that he didn’t do anything at all even though you would’ve for him.

you both went to his house afterwards, giving him the silent treatment as he did to you earlier.

“babe, i’m sorry. i - i just froze up. you know if i could’ve done something, i would’ve! i love you, you know i do..,” he said, grabbing your hand as he turned you around, pulling you in as you rolled your eyes softly.

you knew that you couldn’t stay mad at him forever so you eventually gave in, feeling him press the most gentle kiss against your forehead before kissing your lips.

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ೀ - suguru geto is extremely quick to just shut down any type of flirtatious conversation between you and a guy whether you like it or not. he’s just possessive like that.

when you’re talking to one of your old friends from back in the day, he can’t help but listen from the sidelines.

you two were out at a coffee shop just chatting about anything that came to mind.

the barista called out your name as it was the one that you put for the order. you and geto stood up from your table hand in hand, walking to the counter to grab your coffee and cakes.

you stare at the barista’s face for a long second, finding the structure and look of his face to be really familiar.

geto just decides to leave you to your weird actions, grabbing both of your coffees and cakes, taking them back to your seat.

“oh my gosh, chris? is that actually you?! holy shit, i didn’t think i’d ever see you again!,” you exclaim slightly, chris gasping at the discovery that it was you, one of his childhood friends.

you both started to have a conversation, catching up with each other about all the things you’ve missed over the years.

“you’ve definitely gotten prettier, y/n. you look way better than all those years ago,” chris says, reaching out to grab your hand. before you knew it, your hand was in geto’s as he dragged you away from your ‘friend.’

“don’t ever talk to that stupid monkey again. if he can’t take a hint, you shouldn’t even be friends with him,” geto said, pushing your cutely decorated cake and coffee over to you, rolling his eyes as chris still eyed you and your body.

geto caught your eyes staring at the barista, becoming annoyed that he still didn’t get the message.

he turned towards your fake friend, sticking his middle finger up high towards him, telling him to fuck off in the meanest way he could muster.

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ʚɞ - choso kamo would definitely be really needy and desperate for your attention whenever he’s jealous even if it’s a little bit. he always hates it when you talk to other guys, becoming really self conscious for god knows why.

he will NEVER ever tell you why he’s jealous so don’t even ask him.

when you and choso are out at the beach (you dragged choso out), you were laying against a beach towel under and umbrella as choso sat next to you in a chair trying to ignore the heat and how boring it was, knowing that he could’ve been playing video games right now when a guy comes up to you, softly tapping the umbrella as it catches your attention.

you open your eyes, seeing a tan guy with his shirt off, his abs being extremely prominent as he was a muscular guy.

choso looks at the guy then at you, immediately climbing out of the chair to sit next to you on the towel.

you sit up, listening to the way the man flirted with you so confidently and persistently.

choso leaned against your shoulder, whispering soft whines and begs for you to tell him to go away. “c’mon, y/n, tell him to go away already..,” choso pleaded, softly shaking your arm.

eventually, the guy caught the hint that your pale baby was your boyfriend, walking away with a silent scoff. you turn towards choso, seeing the pout on his face as he clings against your arm.

he was obviously frustrated as this wasn’t the first time a guy has hit on you.

he was trying to mask his anger but it was way too obvious by his body language and how he was acting. when you ask him what’s wrong, he can’t help but talk your face off, ranting for about an hour.

really, all you can do for this baby is just hold him in your arms, telling him that everything was gonna be okay and that you’d never leave him for another guy when he’s all that you needed.

afterwards, he definitely tries to control the way he reacts to his jealously as he can tell that he was overreacting just a little bit.

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ꕤ - yuji itadori is honestly the least likely to be jealous out of the bunch. he’s honestly never jealous as he recognizes that there’s no reason to be.

he doesn’t care about guys flirting with you that much because he knows that you’re loyal to him and wouldn’t leave him for some other guy.

when he sees some random guy deciding to flirt with you when you guys are at the movies, he doesn’t really do much about it, not because he was too nervous or he froze up but because he literally knows you can take care of yourself and doesn’t need him to fight your battles for you.

( he definitely fights the battles you actually need help with though. )

once you finally get the guy away from you, you get your large popcorn bucket with your coke, handing yuji his drink before you two head into your movie.

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ꕥ - sukuna is literally the most possessive of them all. he literally feels the slight urge to go ballistic when any guy even pays you any mind that isn’t him.

when you and sukuna are at the carnival together, getting ready to go on another ride, a guy comes towards you two with a large cone of cotton candy in his hand.

sukuna glares at the guy with pure disgust, a frown appearing on his face as he sees a puny human that isn’t you in his line of vision.

you thought that seeing sukuna’s harsh glare would make him go away but no. he just had to embarrass himself by persisting.

“hey there, pretty lady. do you believe in love at first sight or do i have to walk by again?,” he says in the flirtatious manner, a smirk plastered against his face as he holds out the cotton candy to you.

as you go to grab the cotton candy, sukuna’s hand immediately slaps your hand away, grabbing it instead of you as he drops the delicious looking cotton candy onto the floor, stomping on it and using his shoe to smush it down against the concrete.

how dare any other man try to grab your attention? another man trying to get your attention was almost like the world getting nuked.

“if you EVER in your pathetic, sad life decide to flirt with what’s mine, i won’t hesitate to kill you, freak,” he spat, spitting against the guys shirt as he pushes past him, shoving him as he grabs your hand, dragging you towards the line that you wanted to be in before some despicable loser interrupted you two.

“you’re mine, alright? and don’t you forget it.”

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ * - i made this extremely sleep deprived being extremely bored without anything to do so if it’s bad, then that’s understandable

₊˚⊹ ᰔ * - again, this was made by me @luckych

₊˚⊹ ᰔ * - i can agree to you using the idea because i feel like this has been done before, but please, don’t copy my work word for word.. (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)

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yaut-jaknowit · 3 months

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Suspect

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Yautja (Platonic)

Word Count: 2979

Summary: After the attack that left you a mess and marred you skin, We'ar-ow has increased her protectiveness of you. She's constantly has you either in her lap for scent marking or somehow less than five feet from her. You no longer sleep in your own room. Just hers.

Author Note: I think we all know who the suspect is. Said suspect will surely pay for the pain they caused. We'ar-ow will make sure of it. Also, side note, I'm hyperfixating on Marble Hornets and Toby Rogers... again so if I'm slow to post, blame them

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The tension in the air could be cut with a blade. It latched onto every other form that sat at the council table before her. It was a dreaded, cold feeling that leeched away the heat from the room. We’ar-ow easily produced it all with the intense expression on her face. She stood at the end, palms flat on the table. The last of her words leaving her mouth. Her eyes filled with the fire that burned her soul and created her personality.

No one spoke or dared to move a muscle. Their terror of their monarch palpated through the air. All of their eyes were trained on her. We’ar-ow scanned along the room and waited for someone, anyone to speak up. For a single being to have any sort of clue to what happened and why her ooman was attacked.

A huff surpassed her mandibles. We’ar-ow stood straight up and looked down upon her councilmembers. “Does no one have anything to say? At all? Was no one aware that that sector had gone down, including life support? How could this happen? If any of you have an issue with my pet, grow some courage and come after me,” she snarled then slammed a fist down onto the table.

“I said, does no one have anything to say or report?!” We’ar-ow spat at her group, ready to tear into the closest councilmember until someone speaks up.

Out of everyone, Xilomere was the only one lax yet on high alert. There was a reason We’ar-ow was crowned as Monarch for this clan. A tilted earned, not bestowed. He was ready at only a beck to back up We’ar-ow. There must be order in the clan unless it falls to ruin.

Off to the right, a throat is cleared. Dunkot stands up and nods his head at We’ar-ow. “Monarch, as commander of security, I have no reports to speak of. There hasn’t been anything to be alerted of. I will personally look at the footage we have of the area and report to you of my findings immediately,” Dunkot rasped and met her blazing eyes for a fleeting moment.

One of We’ar-ow’s upper mandibles flinched. “Go now. I want a report within the hour.” Dunkot took his leave swiftly and left a trail of fear out the door. Not that anyone noticed as the room reeked of it.

She looked around the table again, but no one dared looked her in the eye. “Anyone else?” More once, complete silence. We’ar-ow stiffy rolled her eyes. “Everyone out! Be useful or I’ll find someone else to do the job.”

Everyone rapidly filed out of the room besides Xilomere. He stayed and leaned back in his chair, feet thrown up onto the table. “We’ar-ow, this is the most intense I’ve seen you. I’ve got to be honest with you: what is truly bothering you?” he asked the Monarch.

We’ar-ow plopped down in the chair and placed her forehead in her palm, elbow resting on the table. “This isn’t the first attack on the ooman. This time, it was planned. It had to be,” she conferred with him and looked at him with what could be considered pleading eyes. “I will not stand by and let my pet get injured because someone had a problem.”

Xilomere twitched his mandibles and nodded. “Alright. And you know I will stand by your side even if this ship implodes. Now, we have to ask the hard questions. Why would someone attack the little thing? No respectful Yautja would even think of such a thing. And why now? No one had a problem the week after the ooman arrived. No one dared attacked.”

The questions made the Monarch think. An idea struck her. “I know who it is: Dwainet. That little snob of mucus!” We’ar-ow stood up abruptly, ready to mow down anyone to get to the thorn in her side.

The male got to his feet as well and put his hands out. “Whoa, whoa there missy. You can’t do a thing him without evidence.”

C’jit. He was right. Her mandibles were wildly fretting and clicked against one another. She slowly turned towards Xilomere. “I will get the evidence and flay him alive. I will have his head mounted on my wall… no, no. Above my pet’s door, daring anyone to hurt them again,” We’ar-ow stated firmly. It had become fact and not even Paya could challenge her words.

“And I’ll ensure the door is locked so the little gnat cannot escape for even a second,” Xilomere proclaimed and stood by his Monarch’s side. Through thick and thin.

A pink hand rested on his shoulder and gave a firm shake. “I thank you, my dearest hunt brother for your words and backup. I could not and would not ask for a different soul in all my years.” Xilomere smiled at her words and bowed his head.

“My monarch, are something different.” A pregnant pause for their words to settle in fell upon them. Xilomere brushed off We’ar-ow’s hand. “Now, you must return to your pet and ensure their safety. I will investigate myself. I will look into every dark corner and turn over every rock to find the evidence we need.”

Through the haze of her rage, We’ar-ow nearly forgotten about her little ooman pet curled up in her bed once more. A second attack in two days was not a coincidence. Neither was the first one. Dwainet had tried to kill you from the marks of your neck, that was evident. It had failed. An accident she was thankful for. Sorrow would fill her veins as she would mourn over your loss.

In a state of exhaustion yet wakefulness, you jolted when the door hissed and groaned when the movement pulled at your fresh wounds. Sleep had not found you. It felt like it was keeping a twenty foot pole between the two of you. You wanted nothing more than to simply sleep away the pain, to pass out and forget about the day’s event for just a moment. The world hated you.

The brighter light from the main room filtered into the dimly lit bedroom. It was harsh on your eyes, forcing you to bury your face back into the blankets as a shield.

Seconds ticked by before it suddenly hits you. You scrambled to sit up on your knees and reached for the knife that perched on your hip. It’s spot empty. Your eyes snapped wide open. The realization dawning over you that whoever entered could’ve killed you without even struggling.

Everything returned to the low light situation from before you. A sight you were most thankful for. Through the pain that throbbed behind your eyes, you peered up and sagged in relief.

We’ar-ow stood just shy of the closed door, face neutral. Her bright eyes nearly shined through the creeping darkness and scanned over your form. Whatever she found pleased her, the Yautja moved towards you and sat down on the low bed. Her hand reached out, carrying a weight of timidness, and cupped your cheek.

You didn’t have it in you to speak and felt like if one wrong thing was said could set her off. You didn’t need to know the alien long to see the tension that wormed its way into her muscles. Worse of all, you couldn’t tell if you were relieved to see this seething anger about the fact you had been injured or dreadful. Did she care about you or was this just because this posed a threat to her status? You attempted to bow your head but her hand stopped you.

The two of you stared into the other’s eyes, searching. For what? You mentally shrugged.

Whatever held this trance of We’ar-ow vanished and her hand fell away. “How do you feel?” she questioned and stood up. You followed her with your eyes while she moved towards the bathroom but didn’t turn the light fully on. The same dimness filled the space.

Through the lump gathering in your throat, you swallowed it harshly down. “Hurts. Couldn’t sleep.” You rubbed at your crispy eyes and licked at your dry lips. “I probably have a concussion from how hard I was slammed into the ground,” you rasped in a monotone voice.

A short hum came from the bathroom. We’ar-ow exited the connected room with a glass in one hand and a box in the other. Her lethal form stalked across the room swiftly and sat back down on the edge of the mattress. The glass was offered to you. Which, you took her up on it and sipped away at the clear liquid.

Silence engulfed the room to the point you heard your own heartbeat. A ringing began in your ears. We’ar-ow set down the box at your side and opened it up. Medical items were revealed to you. “Turn around.” Her voice gruff with the order.

In the haze and cotton that still filled your brain, you wiggled your body to have your back to face the alien. Warm, coarse hands touched at your shoulder. You couldn’t help the jerk or the gasp. “Calm, little ooman.” Ashamed, you bowed your head and muttered a short apology to her. You hated this feeling of weakness in front of her. Yet, there was nothing you could do in the moment besides cowering in her room.

The thick, sticky bandage that covered the claw marks on your back was pulled off to reveal a nasty, angry sight. You shuttered at the fresh air touching the damp skin.

“Did… did you find out, out who…?” you trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Her fingertips ran a path down between two of the claw marks. Another shutter raked your sore frame.

“Not yet.” Despite the headache pounding inside of your rattled brain, you picked up on her choice of words. ‘Yet’. She was actively searching for the perpetrator.

In this dark moment of your pathetic life, you needed the light she sparked in your chest. Anything not to wallow in your sorrow and mourn over the day. “Okay,” you whispered, lips barely even opening to let loose the word.

A new silence overcame your voices. Neither of you finding the energy or focus to talk. We’ar-ow worked away though on clearing the fresh wound again and covering it once more. A heavy hand rested on your shoulder after she finished and tugged you towards her.

The Yautja easily turned you around and sat you in her lap, arms mindfully wrapped around your torso. In your vulnerable state, you leaned into her chest. This wasn’t the first nor, you believed, the last time you would sit in her lap. She held you close, like a protective shield against the monsters on this ship hunting you.

“I will protect you, little ooman.” Your heart swelled, needing reassuring words. “You are my pet and no one shall hurt you again.” Then harsh reality crashed down on you. Nothing more but a pet. Your facial expression soured, not that We’ar-ow could see it anyhow. You just stayed, limp against her chest and trying to find sleep in the moment of semi peace.

Over what felt like a week, We’ar-ow rarely left her quarters. Not that she was at your every beck and call. But, the Yautja was mindful of what you needed.

Water for every time your glass goes empty. Three meals throughout the day and snacks as well. The wounds on your back cared for every day. Your tablet had been replaced. All the data lost and forcing you to start from scratch. But, from the depths of your mind, you knew the foundations of your plan and the backup ones as well. You had engraved it. You wanted to go back home, leave this wretched place.

Time passed swiftly over that week. She kept you close, never letting you leave her sight. This included bedtime. Instead of letting you sleep in the room she has given you, We’ar-ow has you constantly nestled into her massive mattress and many pelts. Deep down, a thought you wouldn’t admit, you didn’t mind sleeping in the same bed as her. It was a comfort you had missed, feeling touched starved. Dwainet would cuddle with you every night. With him gone, it was hard to recover.

Today was no different. You had woken up to a gentle shake on your shoulder and the face of We’ar-ow. Said Yautja motioned her head towards the open bedroom door. “Food is prepared. Come and eat.” Then, she stood to her full height and exited.

The door stayed open. An open invitation to follow her out. You stretched out with a big yawn but winced when it pulled at the claw marks. A groan sounded from your lips. You pulled yourself out of bed and meandered into the main area of her quarters.

We’ar-ow had made her way into the kitchen and dished herself a plate. It was set down next to your spot at the counter. You continued your way over to the dish and sat down with a huff. All this sleep made you feel tired and ready to simply pass out again. But with the way your stomach snarled and grumbled for food forced you to follow the scent of food.

It took little time to finish off the plate. A quick thanks was sent to the Yautja. You didn’t move though and stayed perched on the stool. The skin of your bottom lip was gnawed on while deep in thought.

Questions whirling around before you grew enough courage to speak up. “We’ar-ow… are there any updates?” Your voice was meek and quiet in already calm room.

During this entire time, she’s not once mentioned the attacks or who was responsible for them. You couldn’t tell if that increased your anxiety or somehow put it to ease knowing she was handling the situation. Yet, if they hadn’t gotten the attacker, meant they were still at large and could… attack again. They could fulfill their mission.

She set down the clean plate on a drying rack and peered at you. “I am dealing with the situation,” she answered shortly. You knew that had to mean she hadn’t found out. Your whole body sagged, nearly curling into itself as if that could be your shield.

Breakfast was over. We’ar-ow moved over to a couch in the main living area of her quarters and pulled out a tablet device like yours. Your eyes darted between her and the familiar entrance to her bedroom. Her bed practically calling your name.

One the last look at the salmon pink Yautja, you paused and admired her lethal form. Not necessarily bulky or lean. A mix of both. Her tresses hung from her strangely shaped head. A cascade of what looked to rubbery dreads that were all a light black with a hint of undertone brown. Two of her tresses were painted a pink similar to color of her skin.

The middle of her torso was colored a creamy white that started from her neck and down the insides of her thighs and touched the arch of her feet. Purple splashes marked her scales in random spots.

A creature born and bred for danger and death. Yet, here you stood, as her pet, alive and soon-to-be well in her care. You caved into the thoughts that sat in the back of your mind.

Within a few steps over to her, you timidly lowered yourself next to her. It was a strange feeling to crave the touch of an alien that surely didn’t want anything to do with you. But you needed it, like a drug to keep your heart beating.

The weeks have come crashing down on your fragile form in a dangerous world. You craved comfort, touch, anything to let you know it was going to be okay. Because after a near death experience that you endured a week ago, you were ready to collapse and bawl your eyes out. Again.

Her heavier weight caused the couch to dip further than your own. When she shifted, it caught you and dragged over to her side and forced you to be pressed into her torso. The Yautja barely even reacted besides another simple shift of her hips. She continued on with the tablet and let you stay. And stay you did.

The warmth engulfed you. A feeling welled up inside of you, making you feel gross. You should be disgusted or terrified even to be this close to her. The fact you’re not furthered that growing feeling. You were used to be touched by her when she held you in her lap and scent marked you every week or so. This was different than that though.

In a floating haze of being awake and asleep at the same time, you feel the Yautja at your side vibrate with a growl and tense up. Irritation grew in your veins at the fact you were forced to be in a more awakened state. You groaned and nuzzled more into her side, delirious in the moment.

The action caused you to slip down into her lap. Mentally, you shrugged it off. You shifted around to lay down properly on her lap, head resting on one of massive thighs. They were muscle as much as of her body was corded with it but they were still comfortable to lay on.

All of the tension in We’ar-ow’s body washed off of her form. She placed a palm on your head and softly scratched her claws mindlessly over your scalp. An action that had you dazed and on the verge of passing out on the second stroke alone. You hummed and became lax, body completely malleable if need be.

The sounds of the room faded out as you embraced the peacefulness.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #alien vs predator #yautja x you #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #We'ar-ow

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20th-century-railroading · 2 months

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C&A train, engine number 2979, engine type 2-8-0 Freight; 10 cars 12 MPH. Photographed: approaching Chicago, Ill., August 3, 1934.

#c&a #chicago & alton #1934 #trains #freight train #history #chicago #illinois

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gacougnol · 7 months

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Jean Mounicq

Escalier et Passage du 31 Rue de Bagnolet

Paris XXème. 2979

#jean mounicq

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y2sims · 1 year

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16 (+1) Lidiqnata Meshes in The New Hair System.

colors by pooklet.

textures mostly remi v2 + poppet’s wavy.

binned, tooltipped and compressed.

all the meshes are included.

hey! i wasn’t supposed to do a full hair dump but this happened! some of them were requested, most of them weren’t. i was just happy to notice how easy most of these were to retexture, hah. binning was a completely different story, though, as most of these hairs make the hair binner crash. @profesionalpartyguest had the same problem and i found out that it’s because the hairs have some 1x1 texture files... anyway, i managed to bin them all, but they aren’t familied and some hairs have separate grey colors, some have it linked to black. most of these also have separate files for all the colors, because i didn’t want to start merging them separately 😬

all these hairs are pretty old but look very nice (with pretty low poly counts!), at least on bodyshop. i haven’t tested how the animations etc. look in-game, but hopefully there won’t be any problems!

! please note that there is an issue with elisabeth and helena meshes, they seem to conflict so you can only have one of them in your game at once !

DOWNLOAD ALL // FOLDER FOR SINGLE FILES - previews included!

↓ more info and individual previews under the cut ↓

Lidiqnata Alice

(preview)

ages cf - ef

3986 polys

Lidiqnata Amelia

(preview)

ages cf - ef

2660 polys

i used @deedee-sims retexture as a base for the scalp bc i got too lazy to try to make it look decent 😩

Lidiqnata Charlotte - two versions

(previews: 1 & 2)

ages cf - ef

3028 polys

two versions: one with longer alpha and one with shorter

Lidiqnata Donna

(preview)

ages cf - ef

3060 polys

Lidiqnata Elfy - no flowers

(previews: 1 & 2)

ages yaf - ef

2979 polys

Lidiqnata Elisabeth

(preview)

ages yaf - ef

3912 polys

note!! for me at least, this mesh conflicts with the “helena” mesh. idk why, but if i have them both in my downloads folder, both hairs show up in bodyshop either as elisabeth or as helena, depending which mesh has loaded first.

Lidiqnata Ellyn - plus male version Teodor

(previews: 1 & 2)

ages cf - ef / cm - em

2750 polys

Lidiqnata Helena

(preview)

ages cf - ef

3884 polys

note!! for me at least, this mesh conflicts with the “elisabeth” mesh. idk why, but if i have them both in my downloads folder, both hairs show up in bodyshop either as elisabeth or as helena, depending which mesh has loaded first.

Lidiqnata Jessi

(preview)

ages cf - ef

2979 polys

requested by anonymous

Lidiqnata Kara

(preview)

ages cf - ef (no young adult state bc i don’t know how to add one myself lol)

2962 polys

Lidiqnata Lily Ordinary

(preview)

ages cf - ef

2582 polys

Lidiqnata Michelle

(preview)

ages cf - ef

2332 polys

retextured by @jellymeduza, i just recolored this one

requested by anonymous

Lidiqnata Nadia

(preview)

ages pf - ef

2266 polys

Lidiqnata Silver

(preview)

ages pf - ef (though, i only now noticed that the toddler version is pretty wonky...)

4384 polys

there’s also a male conversion of this hair but i couldn’t find a version that would have allowed me to extract it in bodyshop so i didn’t do that

Lidiqnata Stella - two versions

(previews: 1 & 2)

ages pf - ef

3490 polys

two versions: one with longer alpha, one with a shorter

Lidiqnata Victoria

(preview)

ages cf - ef

3486 polys

#the sims 2 #ts2 #ts2cc #sims 2 #sims 2 cc #the new hair system #done by me #lidiqnata #lidiqnata: f #lidiqnata: m #fhair #mhair #hair #request #hair dump

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hartsvale · 4 months

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ship : gale x miawen. rating : explicit. words : 2979. prompts: anal, rimming.

Gale was utterly precious when his tongue got away from him, leading the both of them with an eager hand through no shortage of labyrinthine explanations and outrageous anecdotes.

Even when the topic of discussion was one such as lubricant.

“– as ever, a matter of alchemy that led one of the more debau–” Gale shifted higher up on his elbow, flicking a lock of hair away from his wrinkling nose. The interruption spurred on a sigh that rattled through the following sentence. “... the more debauched – or, rather, the more intimately inclined, as debauchery has little to do with the application – Waterdhavian scholars to discover a method of synthesizing an oil with the use of fairy’s stool –”

Miawen tried not to laugh, but her attempt was in vain. A giggle bubbled up from her chest before spilling out into the palm of her hand. She waved his suddenly indignant expression away with a smile.

“No, no, I apologize.”

“Miawen, it is a mushroom.”

The bard snorted.

Rather than flustering or frowning or fussing, the sun-kissed skin around Gale’s eyes wrinkled as a smile grew on his face. “Why are you laughing, hm?” He plucked up the vial that sat between the two of them, made from rich amber glass and secured with a fawn-colored cork. “Do you find lubricant amusing?”

Miawen turned over onto her belly. As she shifted, the silk sheet they’d purchased from a Baldurian merchant caught outside of Rosymorn tangled around her bare hip and between her equally bare thighs. In the near-dark of Gale’s tent, the dark blue fabric looked black against her skin and scales. She watched his eyes as they dipped below, keener than before to find a distraction.

“There is nothing generally amusing about lubricant,” she stated once she’d schooled her expression. “But there is something amusing about using fairy’s stool to make something meant for relaxing one’s holes for an easy fuck.”

“You’re terrible,” Gale murmured. He trailed the edge of the vial down the curve of her spine. “But, alas, you are also very dear to me.”

Miawent lifted her hips off of the bedding stretched over the ground. There was little in the way of cushioning, but she had plenty to offer him – all broad hips and dimpled, generously rounded ass.

“Dear enough to encourage a ‘less talk, more action’ plan of attack?”

Her wizard exhaled shakily. She felt the vial’s magical warmth bleed into the skin just above her tailbone as its movement slowed. Whatever nerves bothered him, whatever kept Gale Dekarios from launching himself at her with abandon, stilled as he twirled the vial between his fingers, watching in a sliver of firelight as it followed the curve of Miawen’s ass.

“Dear enough,” came Gale’s whisper after another long moment of admiration. He lifted himself up from his elbow and crawled over her. The belt of his robe caught beneath his knee, pulling the soft fabric open to reveal as much of him as he’d been given of her.

Delight gleamed in her eyes as she took him in over the peak of her shoulder – dark, cool-toned skin, dense hair that covered him from chest to belly to thighs, a half-roused cock that lifted from the delightfully thick bush. One of Miawen’s canines caught at the curl of her soft mouth as she peered back at him, the arch in her back persisting as he rounded to kneel behind her.

“Tell me,” Miawen said, her instructions lost somewhere between a ravenous little purr and utter indulgence. “What are the effects of this lubricant? You hadn’t quite gotten there yet.”

Gale lifted his head suddenly. She’d wrenched him from a haze of arousal and hauled the scholar who lived beside the lecher in his mind to the forefront. But the lecher would not be silenced or denied. Not completely.

The thumb of his free hand pressed into the pliant flesh of her ass, coaxing the cheeks apart farther and farther until he was satisfied. Between swatches of golden scales, goosebumps rose on Miawen’s skin as she tucked her head into the crook of her folded arms. She could only take him staring at her in such a way for so long.

In his other hand, Gale clutched onto the oil for dear life.

“You felt the warmth that emanated from within the glass, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice lowering into a full-bodied rumble that sat in the barrel of his chest. “That is an… addition I made to the original concoction. Otherwise, the oil… mmh, the oil is meant to relax you and amplify your pleasure.”

Miawen’s toes curled as a warmth disconnected entirely from the bottle of lubricant swam up her back, spilling around her throat and into her cheeks. He was still staring down at her; she could feel where his eyes connected with her skin as clearly as if it was something as simple as a touch. But still, that rush of heat was nothing compared to what she felt in the subsequent moments.

Coaxing her thighs farther apart with his knees, Gale divested himself of his robe entirely and handed her the garment to keep the fabric from being stained in the process. Nothing a cantrip couldn’t mend, but he knew her as well as she knew him.

The moment the robe was in her hands, Miawen buried her nose into the folds around its neck, breathing her lover’s scent in with a greedy nose. Perfume, soap, sweat – she drank from the fabric as deeply as she could before bundling the robe in her arms and holding it close to her bare chest.

Gale had nothing to say. And, if he had, there were smallclothes in his pack that barely smelled like her any longer… but he refused to part with them.

Behind her, she heard movement as much as felt it. His hands clutched at her hips, thumbs digging into the cheeks of her ass. Only when he let go of a sigh did she realize that his mouth was closer to her than expected. His warm breath swept against her hole, and she couldn’t help but shift closer, lifting her hips even higher in hopes of reaching the mouth she’d grown to know so well.

She found his tongue before his lips – broad and wet and narrowed near the tip as he pushed back against her wordless demands. His grip stretched her open without the application of a single finger or the aid of his vial of oil, easing her hole to unclench just enough to bury his tongue inside of her.

The arch in Miawen’s back went taut as she choked out a whine, her hands diving deep into the robe she clutched against her person.

Gale licked into her as if he was starved.

And perhaps he was. They hadn’t been given time to do more than sleep in recent days, and that constant denial of pleasure had turned them into creatures that were more fang than teeth, no matter the ease of their banter or the sweetness of their stolen touches.

One of his hands slipped at her hip, finding purchase instead in the crease of her thigh. He pulled her closer as he gasped for air, spit clinging to her skin as much as his lips before he drew himself back in. He licked and licked into her, groaning against her asshole as he sought to push deeper where he could not. That place was for his fingers, for his cock.

That thought alone seemed to alter his heading. Gale drew back, as out of breath as Miawen as he drew himself up onto his knees again behind her.

“Here,” her wizard murmured, and any question Miawen might have had quieted in her throat as he pushed the fat head of his cock into her. A gift, the word said when his voice wrapped around it like a yard of ribbon. Her cunt fluttered around him as he tucked inside of her. “Here… Gods’ sakes, Mia –”

She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, wanted to grip him like a fist, but she knew that such a thing would make their predetermined goal impossible. So, she fought against that urge with bloodied fists and relaxed as much as she could, though the effort of it left her trembling.

Hearing him work the cork out of the vial nearly made the fighting useless.

Arousal poured through her, and she struggled to keep from shifting, to keep from tucking a hand beneath her belly and rutting her fingertips against her clit. In any other situation, he might have encouraged such a thing. How many times had he assured her that watching her grasp for her own pleasure made his cock wet? How many?

Miawen sighed against her bare forearm as Gale pushed deeper inside of her, as he poured the oil on his middle and forefinger, as he took a fair few determined breaths to steady himself.

At first, she did not feel the enchanted lubricant as anything different from what she was used to. She’d been stretched with oil before; the sensation was as familiar as a friend – a pull at an even more sensitive hole, a faint tingle that sent a pang of heat right up towards her cunt.

While she could not squirm without threatening to dislodge her wizard, there were little things. Little things that would only encourage the both of them towards pleasure.

She pressed her hips down flush against the bedding, against the ground, and the pressure against her chubby lips stirred up a spark of pleasure from her clit. Gale felt it, too, in the way she tightened around him, in the way her asshole spasmed against his fingertips.

“Eager,” Gale said, awestruck.

Miawen’s laugh was a breathless thing. “You’re not wrong. Mm, quickly?” Rhetorical question, punctuated with a husky murmur of, “Quickly.”

“I ought to be patient.” The pad of his forefinger rolled around her hole, wetting the skin there before pushing at it until she gave for him. “I should be –”

“Inside of me.”

Gale’s forefinger pushed deeper, and he let go of a groan as she allowed him in up to his second knuckle. Inside of her, his half-hard cock stirred, insistent that she should no longer think of it as such.

And then, quietly, with her mouth smeared against her bicep, “... Another.”

Another was enthusiastically applied once the first slipped free. Only when it might have been too much or too quickly did the enchantment and the alchemy make themselves known. Warmth unspooled everywhere the oil touched. Where the warmth touched, so did an inability to tense, to tighten. The lubricant did nothing to numb what it touched – she felt every inch of Gale’s fingers as they reached inside of her – but she felt little to no discomfort as he spread her, as he worked her open.

She would never laugh at the words fairy’s stool again. Not for as long as she lived. And when he invited her to his home in Waterdeep, she would kiss the intimately inclined wizard who’d cooked up the original oil.

Gale did not have to stretch her at any great depth for what he offered, but a third finger proved necessary to accommodate the generous width of his cock. His determination to make the process as painless as possible set loose a rabble of butterflies in her chest, their featherlight wings leaving her as breathless as the pleasure did.

His fingers slowed. Stopped. Stretched outwards.

The sight offered to him snatched a moan right from his throat. Miawen tightened as much as she could, fighting against the effects of the oil, but she managed little.

Little, but enough.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

To another, such a thing might have been seen as little more than inept stumbling. To Miawen, the words left her panting, left her drooling. They belonged to him, as if no one had ever said such a thing before Gale Dekarios.

Her response was not a high-pitched please. Her response was not a shrill fuck me or a tangle of yesyesyes.

“Good,” she exhaled.

Three fingers had not been enough, truth be told, but with the aid of the oil, Miawen felt not a single twinge of pain as he tucked into her, squeezing inch by inch of himself into her ass with the help of five measured breaths. Only once he was all the way in did he allow himself a moment of weakness, of the abandon she’d hoped to encourage.

His hips bucked forward without anywhere more to go, thrusting her down against the bedding with another ragged gasp. Arms curling around her shoulders from behind, Gale buried his face into her hair, breathing in a hint of rosemary oil and the sweat of her scalp as she’d done with his robe. He could not get any closer to her, not where they were connected, and so, he curled over her, pressing his belly into the arch of her back and his mouth to her temple. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the dense hair of his chest between her shoulder blades.

She felt everything – on her, against her, inside of her.

“Gale,” Miawen whimpered. “How… how does it –”

Words failed her, but only for a moment. What sort of bard was she, if she couldn’t sing with a cock inside of her?

“How does it feel, darling?”

Her wizard gave a shudder instead of a response. It wasn’t often that he was without his words. They were two-of-a-kind, after all. But where she’d managed to dip into the reservoir that remained available to her, he could do no such thing. She couldn’t blame him.

She certainly couldn’t blame him when she tightened around him as best she could, though the grip quickly faded under the effects of the oil.

Bliss, he said without speaking. She heard the word in the trembling breath he released against the pointed shell of her ear. Never felt anything better, he murmured into the thickest parts of her black hair, his nose buried in so deep that he still struggled to catch his breath. He managed to lay a kiss on her temple as his hips began to move, as his cock pulled part of the way out of her only to push just as deep as before. The kiss sounded like, You’re perfect.

With every thrust, she heard another sound, one that originated not from his mouth or hers. As Gale ground down against her hips with his own, she heard the lewd squish of her own cunt. It wept in response to her arousal, leaving the silk sheet beneath them darker and damper every time he pushed down on her body.

“Mia,” Gale whined. His fingers, still damp from the oil, crawled up the scaled column of her throat. He held onto her as he had from the beginning – tightly. “I… Nnh, I’m…”

She knew what he failed to say.

And again, she responded in much the same way: “Good… Good, Gale.”

He began to pull away, to ease out of her in order to finish in a creamy mess in the curve of her spine, but as he unraveled himself from around her, she reached back and grabbed at his side.

“Move another inch away from me,” Miawen spat out, “and I’ll cry.”

Conflict crossed what she could see of his face. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d left her tearful, and it certainly wouldn’t have put a damper on his orgasm. But still, something about her wide, golden eyes and the soft plea on her lips ensnared him. Kept him close. Kept him fucking her.

There was no flurry of movement near the end, no desperate bolting for the peak of his pleasure. Instead, Gale hunkered down, spreading her thighs farther in an attempt to squeeze her hole around him as his sack began to tighten and lift, as the pleasure that spread outwards from his cock threatened to drown him entirely. He quieted in his determination, leaving only the sounds of their labored breathing and the occasional impact of skin upon skin to fill the darkened tent around them.

Miawen’s hands twisted into the robe beneath her chest, still warm from Gale’s body as much as her own, and buried her mouth into the silken fabric as she felt him push and push and push, deep and deeper still, until once again he could not move any further.

Gale mashed his mouth between her shoulder blades as his cock twitched and throbbed inside of her, pulsing as he emptied himself inside of her. He pawed at her stomach, gripping at the pliant curve of her belly as he panted and sighed and whimpered through his end. His well-kept nails scraped at her skin, skidded along the scales that fanned away from her navel.

She felt every breath he took against her back, felt every twitch of his cock inside of her as he began to soften.

And he felt her.

Miawen reached beneath her heavy breasts and belly to curl her fingers around his wrist, bringing his hand up to lay against the very center of her chest. She felt her heart racing. More than that, she knew how often he rested his head right there, as if comforted by the fact that there was only a heart there.

His fingertips curled, pressing tenderly against her flesh.

Gale breathed out only one more heavy breath before he found a calmer state, lost in her tangle of coal black hair, the warm planes of her body, and her giddy heartbeat.

“It’ll be a mess in a moment,” Miawen whispered to him.

Her wizard chuckled, spent, and then echoed her with a hint of amusement in his voice. “In a moment.”

#bg3 fic #gale dekarios #gale x tav #type: writing #game: baldur's gate 3 #ch: gale dekarios #oc: miawen helerri #ship: gale x miawen #mine: writing #once i get a couple of these written i'll start posting them on ao3 🖤

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