#i can't stop giving him little monkey ears

[rotten7rat]

12 year old Jay (12 and a half, if you asked him)

Posting this before I look at it too much and don't like it anymore

#jason todd #robin #robin!jason #curly haired jason todd #its supposed to be curly anyway ☠☠ #i can't stop giving him little monkey ears #who needs a grapple when you can just glide from building to building #thats the real reason he wears that giant red helmet #to hide those ridiculous ears #kidding #unless #i should have made his nose and cheeks redder #he was always sunburnt as a kid #bruce forgot he was ginger until they stepped into the sunlight and he could smell something cooking #and then realised it was his son #bruce also burns #but not because he's ginger just because there is no sun in gotham

[delicioushottubpeanut]

kinktober; dry humping

oneshot

> monkey d. luffy x fem!reader

fandom: one piece (live action)

warnings: nsfw 18+, drunk luffy, alcohol, reader and luffy are inexperienced, dry humping, kissing, smut, public sex, minors dni..

You sighed, watching your captain drink with his crew-mates as you all came back from a long day.

Chuckling at his drunken words, you leaned on the railing of the ship .You turn around and see your captain smirking with his face flushed from alcohol. “I told you to stay with me..” Luffy whined, completely ignoring the rest of the crew.

"I can't always be with you Luffy.." You sigh, chuckling at his cute behaviour. He frowned, looking at you in his drunken state, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“But.. But.. But I want you to be!" Leaning up against you, trying to get you closer to him. “Stay with me, pretty please?!” He whines into your neck, sniffing the skin.

"Luffy, are you drunk?" You whisper in his ear, a little surprised. He normally is very affectionate but not this clingy.

He nods his head slowly in your arms, snickering. “I just had a few drinks, so what?” His body bumps into you as he gets closer to your face “You can’t leave the captain behind..” He whispers.

"I think you should go to bed now.." Blushing at his drunken state, looking at the other crew members half asleep, sluring their words. Hearing your words, he pouts, leaning up against you. Trying to move your body more onto him.

“No.. You’re staying with me!” Hearing the others, his eyes scan over to them and back to you as he suddenly grips your thighs and places you on his lap. Feeling your body on his lap, he felt himself becoming flustered Blushing with his face all red, he looked up at you with stars in his eyes.

His lips parted as he went to speak. “I- Uhm…" His eyes went up and down your body, slowly moving from your legs to your face.

"You okay?.." You whisper as you stare into his eyes, then suddenly become still, feeling something hard against your ass, feeling his arousal.

He stared up at you with puppy dog eyes, his eyebrows raising as you stared into his eyes. The only thing on his mind was you, as he smiled at you. “I’m doing fine, but uh… why are you blushing?” He said, diverting the conversation away as he moved his hand onto your chin. Stroking it up and down, not knowing what he was doing himself.

"H-huh? Oh, nothing.." You stutter, trying to get off his lap accidentally grinding against his bulge. Feeling your body rub against him, he becomes flustered. A hand slowly wrapped around your waist as he began to slowly grind back against you.

“Is it really nothing, or are you keeping something from your captain?” He said teasingly, as his eyes stared up at you with interest.

"Luffy.. we should stop here.." You glance at the others sleeping, trying not to moan as he grinds his body against yours.

Luffy hummed, feeling your soft body against him. Looking at you with a drunken smile on his face as he chuckled slightly. “Well why should we do that? It’s not like we’re going too far..” He said, his hands beginning to rub up and down your thighs.

"S-shit.." You moan as you feel him grind harder against your clit, trying to focus on keeping the noise down.

His eyes widened slightly, hearing you moan. Seeing how red you turned, his other hand moved to cup your chin. Looking up at you with an innocent look. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling warm?” He said it like he was oblivious, as his body rubbed slightly harder against yours. Slowly moving his body more into yours.

"You're such a tease.." You gasp, hearing him moan loudly in your ear. He chuckled a bit, his hand moving to grab your hips. His eyes went down to your neck as his mouth parted slightly. He started to kiss slowly up your neck, to your ear. “I just want a little fun..” His voice got lower, his hand cupping your chin as he leaned in slowly. "God's.." His hips stuttered against your core as he moaned, wanting more.

#monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #one piece luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy #straw hat pirates #straw hat luffy #one piece #oneshot #monkey d. luffy x you #monkey d. luffy x reader smut #smut #x reader #luffy x you #luffy x y/n #luffy x reader smut #luffy x you smut #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #sanji x reader smut #sanji x reader #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x you

[ghostlywhiskey]

dad! price!!! 🥹🥹 this man has children hanging off every limb, his neck, clinging to his back like a little monkey and still has the audacity to tell his wife, “i want another. i’m gonna put another baby in you tonight”

everyone in my inbox with dad!price...y'all want me DEAD. you need to understand something - i write price with a heavy breeding kink/wanting 3-4 kids because i am PROJECTING.

the oldest price boy, 8, has his arms wrapped around price's neck as his body clings to his father. the middle son, 5, has his body clinging to price's right leg. and lastly, the youngest being held by price with one arm as he walks through the upstairs hallway with them.

you trail behind them, giggling as price moves with ease despite little bodies trying to slow him down. you gently take the youngest one from price as he stops by the toddlers room, price giving the 2-year-old a kiss on the cheek before he heads off to get the other two ready for bed.

when the kids are all settled in their beds, you and price resign to your room for the night. shutting the door as you two walk in, he grabs your arm and pulls your body against his. his body pressed against your back as his lips finding your neck quickly. "john," you moan softly, head tilting to the side to allow him better access. his trail of kisses reaching behind your ear before moving back down again.

"i think we need another." his hands reaching under your sweater, sprawling across your stomach as he pulls you closer.

"another kid?" your voice slightly laced with surprise, the topic of another kid hadn't been brought up since your pregnancy with your youngest son. but based on the age gaps of your children, it was reaching the time frame of where price started thinking of another one.

"mhmm," he hums, sucking gently now at the skin. his mouth only pulling back so he can speak clearly, "don't you want a little version of you? you got three of me." he teases, hands turning your body to face him.

"and what if we have another boy?" you ask, knowing he can't promise the gender of the child.

"then we have another boy." price shrugs, starting to walk so it forces your body to take steps back towards the bed. "and then after that, we can try again for a girl."

"john, i think after four we need to consider getting you a vasectomy. not another kid." you chuckle, but eyes widening as the edge of the bed comes in contact with the back of your legs. price pushing you gently back so your body hits the mattress.

his body hovering over yours as he climbs onto the bed. "well, right now i want another. so, i’m gonna put another baby in you tonight. don't care if it's a boy or girl.” he mutters, kissing you softly.

#john price fluff #john price x reader #john price x reader fluff #john price #nic responses #nic talks price #anon ask

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #15 (Dante x reader)

Fluff headcannons

-How to describe Dante in a single word: Loud. Everything he does is loud. When he wakes up, he stretches loudly, moves around loudly, gets dressed and drops a whole bunch of stuff in the process, which is pretty loud, and even eats loudly.

-9/10 times when you come home, you'll find him shirtless in the living room, playing rock music at top volume while the smoke alarm blades in the background. If you dare enter the kitchen, you'll find that one of your appliances has exploded and pieces of it are embedded in the floor.

-Loves to wrestle with you and does not hold back. No, he won't hit you or use weapons against you, but he will be trying to pin you to the ground with all his strength, and should you manage to fight back and succeed, you'll instantly become a target. The minute you walk into a room, he'll pounce on you and a wrestling match ensues.

-Will prank you in various ways such as giving you cupcakes that are actually uncooked broccoli florets covered in frosting, or by mismatching your socks. They're harmless little jokes, but annoying ones.

-Challenges you to a dance-off almost every other week, where he will select a song and start dancing, expecting you to join in. Even if you can't dance as well as he can, he doesn't care. He honestly just wants to dance.

-Sometimes you two put on matching dinosaur suits and go confuse the fuck out of Vergil. You two literally gallop over to him and start roaring in his face. It's the strangest thing he's ever seen and not even his MOTIVATION can stop him from screaming "What the actual fuck is happening!?" And then when Dante pulls off his mask, the MOTIVATION clicks in and the night ends with you hiding behind a rock in a dinosaur costume while the bros go at it--Dante still in his costume.

-Occasionally you go out for pizza. Can't do it too often because Dante turns into a monkey when he's near it and usually destroys the entire eatery, so...

-However, if you happen to know how to make pizza at home, Dante will frigging worship you. Every night he'll be begging, "Pleeeeeease babe? PLEEEEEEEEASE make me some pizza?" And if you say no, he pulls the world's most pathetic puppy dog eyes and you relent.

-There are some occasions when you are forced to become the Mom Friend and police your boyfriend, especially when you go out. He can easily get lost in the crowd--however, there's a way to find him. All you must do is shout "I have pizza" at top volume and he'll come running.

-Unfortunatley, sometimes that isn't enough. Sometimes he can't hear you. It's times like these when you are forced to play your ultimate trump card; your guaranteed Dante GPS. In these rare situations, you must pull out your phone and call Vergil. Using the power of their twin telepathy, the Motivated One will locate his brother and literally drag him back to you by the ear.

#Dmc #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry #Dante dmc #dante devil may cry #Devil may cry dante #Dante x reader #headcanon #headcannons #Fluff #fluffy headcanons #Vergil dmc #Dante sparda #fluffcember 2023 #fluffcember #Part 15 of 31

[dabislittlemouse]

No one else will hear me out so sadly I'm just gonna borrow your ears real quick cause I feel you're the only one who can understand

Mind you, sure you're a sex monkey yeah but hear me out this is shy AF S/O to Dabi

And so you both go to an adult toy shop and no one, no one, NO ONE can see your fucking face all day, because you have it buried into his arm, clutching at his jacket with your claws little quick steps not letting you get far away from him because you're just so embarrassed and ✨ can't ✨ as he just so casually goes about the toy shop, occasionally grabbing something and showing it to you to see if you like it.

almost as if it was a fucking teddy bear what he's showing to you, seeing if it's cute and you want it when in fact, what he's showing you are vibrators, dildos, lubes, and other weird shit.

He's not perverted about it, actually it's as if he's in his natural habitat oddly enough, he's not technical either he just wants to make sure his princess will be happy whenever he can't comply due to being busy with training, missions, or whatever else

No one saw your face that day, no one knows who Dabi be fucking

Your face never left his shoulder unless it was to move to his pit or inside his coat because he needed to move or something

He never complained, maybe a little joke here and there but with the goofiest fucking smile.

He's been dirtier in a fucking restaurant than a fucking sex shop, because this man legit did not try to shame you at no point

He's saving those remarks for when you put those toys to WORK, be it over the PHONE or he just watches right there

🐗🐗🐗

I will hear you out until the moment I give my last breath on this earth👹 I love your ideas so fucking much please I’m so lucky to be blessed by your mind

Dabi x Reader MDNI +18

“Let’s go shopping today, what do you say baby?” he asks, tapping your thigh to get your attention. His question took you off guard, Dabi wasn’t the one who’d suggest to go shopping, ever. Maybe finally he decided to change his damn closet for the first time.

“Sure thing! Where are we going?” you chirped excitedly, and he chuckled softly.

“You’ll see soon enough doll”

——

No way in hell could you believe where you were right now, the moment both of you entered the shop (which he didn’t even let you read the name of the shop but instead he dragged you in immediately), your mouth fell open and you felt your face getting hot.

“Hm? What is it?” Dabi asks nonchalantly, but there was a slight teasing tone in his voice. The bastard was clearly amused with the dumb look on your face, visibly flustered and awkward, and the way you clinged on his arm the moment the shop owner looked at you both. What a shy little thing, he thought.

“Dabi, why are we even here?!” you mumbled, feeling yourself sweating from embarrassment and he chuckled.

“I’m just here to get you some stuff doll. We’ll be out in one minute, no big deal at all right?” he responded, going through the aisles and looking at various of toys and many other pleasurable things. He found a butt plug with a pink heart stone, before turning at you.

“Would you look at this, imagine how cute that pretty ass of yours would look like if I put this in you. The perfect view when you bend over am I right?” he said casually, studying the metallic item and you hid your face on his shoulder.

“Dabi stop!!” you whined, he always had a way of making you so flustered you’d almost pass out. And you loved hated it.

“Awwh c’mon, I need opinions when I’m shopping. I also give you my opinions when you buy those cute little dresses, don’t I?” he chuckled, before continuing to look at the other toys, not bothered at all, casually humming and studying each toy, imagining how all of them would make you feel.

“We gotta try this” he smiled, showing you a clit sucking vibrator and you widened your eyes. “Even though I’d rather suck that clit of yours myself, I still wanna see some show”

Dead. You were absolutely dead. Dabi was holding some kind of dildo which seemed way too big, and his eyes shifted at you.

“This will fit right?”

In that exact same moment another couple passed by, looking at the two of you and the dildo on Dabi’s hand, and they gave you a knowing look.

“God I hate you..” you giggled, hitting Dabi’s chest while your face remained flushed.

“Ease up doll, nothing to be ashamed of. That’s what this shop is for. All I care about is your pleasure” he kissed your forehead. “And my satisfaction” he winked. Experimenting with toys has never been something that you’d done before, but with Dabi you were willing to try anything. The thought of him playing with your pussy and putting those toys in use, had you drenched the whole time that you were in that shop.

#B.writes #🐗🐗🐗anon #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #touya x reader #touya x y/n #dabi smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut

[panpanghost]

_"Wait!"

The young Six-eared Macaque turns around with a "Hm?" and a tilted head.

He had a great day today, playing with the young Rock Monkey and draining every last drop of his energy, but, as much as he'd love to stick around, he can't. He didn't expect playing around with someone else would be this fun, he never even thought anyone would play with him, years of being treated as an outsider, a freak, ate away his confidence and left him in the dark, he would love to hang out again in the morning however, but right now, all he could think about is to lay down and give in to sleep.

_"Uhhh...Umm" uncharacteristically, the rock monkey was hesitant, shuffling around with his hands and looking down to the ground as if it's suddenly interesting, "wou-would you like tooo...umm, ya'know- maybe..uh- sleep in my nest tonight-?"

He can't believe he actually said it, he knows he only knew the Six-eared Macaque for just a few days but he couldn't help it.

Anyone would think that the Monkey King sleeps surrounded by his subjects in a pile, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. It wasn't really anyone's fault, he was just way too strong and heavy compared to the others.

He didn't always sleep alone to be honest, it all began when he woke up to a screeching scream, he jumped from his nest and looked around for the danger then back at the nest to see one of his friends holding his arm in anguish, his heart dropped when realization hit him, he had accidentally broken his arm in his sleep, guilt burned thru him like wild fire, it was the first time he had ever harmed one of his family and he'd be dammed if he didn't make sure it's the last.

After the accident, he couldn't sleep properly for days, at night he'd sit still in the middle of snoring monkeys, and during the day he'd try to find a place to nap a little, away from the little ones so they wouldn't join him, it wasn't as easy as he thought, and he hated it more with every passing day.

After a while though, he stopped laying down at night at all, he just couldn't stay still, it was torture, he felt powerless against sleep, but there was nothing he could do about it.

In the end he made a new bed for himself alone, and didn't allow anyone to sleep in, ofcourse the loyal monkeys didn't like it, worried, and refusing to believe they have to let their king sleep alone, he doesn't even have a mate yet, how could they possibly do that? Still- after talking with each other, they admitted he did start to look tired lately, maybe it really is the best option to let him be at night, it's not like they wouldn't tend to him during the day, they'll work twice as hard to make sure he's comfortable and well taken care of.

He had been sleeping alone for some time now so he didn't worry about turning and breaking something or worse...

However, unlike the others, the Macaque is strong, stronger than he had originally thought. It took some rough playing for him to know that, he'd let himself go and use a little power, seeing how it didn't matter, the black furred monkey would just bounce back at him with even more strength, it felt great fighting without worrying all the time about breaking the other. Every time he'd even touch someone it'd feel like trying to touch spider webs without destroying it. But not this time, not with The Six-eared, it felt warm, it felt right and this hole inside him is craving for more.

But- would the Six-eared Macaque want to join his pack? Would it make him uncomfortable? He was originally a guest staying for a couple of weeks so would that make him feel pressured or uncomfortable? What if it made him leave?- what if-

_"Oh! Okay! Sounds great!" He frees the monkey king from his mind with a bright smile.

_"Really?!" With a clear shock on his face, Rock monkey still can't believe it.

_"Yeh! I don't see why not." He affirms, sure he had never slept in a pile with someone else, but he always wanted to try it, being honest with himself, he was jealous of others.

_"Okay! Come! It's this way." The Rock monkey excitedly grabs the other's hand and drags him through the forest, his happiness could reach the sky, finally, a sleeping buddy!

In the nest, The Six-eared Macaque decided to just lay down and let the king do his thing, even if it was his first time cuddling someone to sleep, he didn't really care how it was, he wasn't gonna sleep much either way, and it's not because of movements or the sound of The Rock Monkey's heart beating like a drum with a joy stick, nope, he was, ironically, a nocturnal creature, he didn't need much sleep, two to three hours a day were enough, he could have them separately or in one go, didn't bother him, he was born that way, it was natural, even though, not spending the night alone sounds wonderful.

The Rock Monkey sank thru mattress of his bed, puffing the pillow, placing even more blankets than the ones already there, he was filled with hope, that maybe, just maybe, if he made it comfy enough, Six-eared would like it and they'd do it more often- it's gonna become a daily routine but he doesn't know that yet- after he's done, he pats his side, hinting for his sleeping buddy to come.

The patiently waiting monkey finally climes up and lays on his back, covering himself with a blanket so easily found, finally resting his hands on his stomach,

_"Man, your nest is reeeeally comfy."

YAS! A victory call was shouted in the Rock Monkey's head, this is great, his plan is working.

_"I Know right! I actually made it myself."

_"You made it yourself? That's actually pretty impressive.", the tired Macaque starts to close his eyes.

_"Thanks, if you like it that much you can come over and sleep as much as you want, i don't mind."

_"Really? I guess it'd be nice to nap here every now and then." The little Macaque's voice is barely heard as he starts to give in to sleep despite the loud bu-bums coming from his night buddy.

He's coming AGAIN! Yesss! Would it be too much to ask for cuddles?, the Monkey king shakes his brain to stay awake and think fast before the Macaque falls asleep or he'd loose his chance to ask, he had never cuddled another before, he really wanted to, but he's heavy and his squeeze would turn flesh and bones into a smoothie, he'd usually hug a pillow but he really wants to at least try it once, it's been uncomfortably sitting in his head for as long as he can remember, but is it too soon? Would it be crossing the boundary? Is it rude? screw it- we ball.

_"hey Six-ears..."

_"hmm"

_"i actually like to cuddle, could you lift your arm up?"

_"ehmm" he did not expect that and truthfully it did make his heart pound a little faster, still, what harm would it do, he was also hoping to cuddle with him some day, it just happened that that day was right now.

The Six-eared does as told and the Rock monkey snuggles himself under the blanket, his head on the Macaque's chest, tangling their legs and tails together and hugging him closer, as he feels arms surrounding him, he won't deny the safety he felt in that moment, this isn't so bad, he could get used to it.

_"uhh... sorry i'm a bit heavy..."

_"I can hold you up with one arm, you're as light as a feather."

True, he did do that, when he first did it caught the king completely off guard, after registering what happened, it was kinda embarrassing...

Well, now for one last test, just to be safe, the Monkey king starts to slowly squeeze his new bady pillow little by little, focused on any noise that would indicate a stop.

_"I don't mind being squeezed." The Macaque finally says, startling the little one.

_"oh-ok." The little one whispers and squeezes more. Nothing, nothing happened, his buddy is still okay, no- more than that he feels himself being squeezed in return, this... this feels nice...

Before they knew it, they were both falling in deep sleep, the best they've ever had, just like two peices of a puzzle. One that moves and tosses around at night and one that gets bored when waking up every hour or so and decides to ruffle thru the first one's fur or help it get the blanket back on. It was nice, not boring, not cold, not lonely, they'd love to do this more.

(Why did i make this you may ask, well, clearly because i want to throw my hc at everyone, this was just more fun than saying it. Also english isn't my first language so sorry for the mistakes or if a sentence doesn't make any sense, ignore it for your brain's sake. Hope you enjoyed it ^^)

#lmk #macaque #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #lmk wukong #monkey king

[augustghosts]

Wedding Ring

Tangerine x Fem!reader

Summary: A wedding ring will not stop Tangerine from getting what (who) he wants.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut! Basically straight from the get go so 18+, minors leave pls. Cheating. Pinv. unprotected sex. Lots of teasing and dirty talk. Lots of pet names and swearing.

This is based off of the song Bad Thing by Arctic Monkeys lol. This actually has a little bit of plot, idk if it's gonna be boring or not. I kinda have an idea for a part 2… hehe. As always this isn't proofread soooo, lmk if you spot any dire mistakes. I hope you like <3

@slut4tangerine 🫶

“Your brother is next door.” Breathless, a sigh. Practically a moan. A dingy hotel room somewhere in a noisy part of the city. Cheap and small. They had only been in here a few minutes, their bags tossed by the door, curtains shut. Shoes still on but Tangerine had her up against the door nethertheless. His large, ringed hand gripped her waist tightly. His warm, kiss swollen mouth traveled down her neck.

“So?” She can feel the smile on his lips as he whispers against her ear. Another dreamy sigh leaves her mouth. “He’s tired. He’s probably already in bed. Don’t make me think about my brother right now.” He finishes his sentence by shamelessly palming her tits through her blouse. “All I've been thinking about is you.”

“Yeah?” She starts to reach for the buttons on his shirt.

“Yeah.” He groans when she gets the buttons undone and runs her palms over his chest. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”

“What were you thinking about?” He’s returning the favor now, ripping open her shirt. His eyes darted straight to her chest. Not as courteous as she was with his clothes.

“Been thinking about this stupid little skirt. Been thinking about how good you look in it.” His hands run down her back to grab at her ass, a firm squeeze makes her whimper as he says: “How good your ass looks in it.”

When he starts to kiss down her neck again, her head naturally moves to the side to give him some more room. A glint catches her eye, a small flicker of reflecting light on the bedside table. Her wedding ring sits neglected on the side, just like the man who gave it to her sits neglected on the other side of the world. He notices the change, he knows - he always knows.

“Don’t worry about it.” He mumbles, his hand weaving into her hair to make him look at her. His strong grip pulled her head back. His other hand on her back, keeping her flush against him. Keeping her there to feel how hard he already was. By it, he meant him. Her husband, her marriage. Tangerine hated thinking about it. She should have his ring on her finger, he would have bought her a much nicer one. He hadn’t held back from telling her this in the past and honestly, she believed him. He always made sure she had nothing but the best.

Taking off the ring didn’t make it any easier - maybe it made it worse. Thew thought of fucking her with the ring on made Tangerine’s cock stir to life. The thought of holding her hands above her head as he fucked her, while the ring sat there on her finger. Fuck, he wanted that. He wasn’t even sure why. But she always took it off and unfortunately for him, he had to respect that. Her brain constantly warns her that removing the ring every time probably makes this whole affair harder, the mere act of removing the ring makes her feel guilty. But there is just something about Tangerine that she can't resist. Something that she needs. Something that makes all of this strangely worth it.

Tangerine is like a whirlwind. His lips capture hers again, his hands continue their race to pull off her shirt - her bra following. He maneuvers her down to the surprisingly soft mattress. It never took him long to get her squirming and begging. She only needs half an excuse and she’ll be away with him. Away with him down the same road they’ve traveled a million times before. His lips leave hers to rid himself of his own shirt.

“Tan, please.” She whimpers below him. Her hands caressing his chest that was now bared to her - warm skin and muscle under her soft palms.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He coos. “You want me to touch you?” One of his thick fingers trailed over her covered pussy, his arm pushing her skirt up over her hips. Her legs wrap around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. His other hand comes up to cradle her throat. Such a simple touch yet it held everything. And he knew that she loved it. He drew back to look at her underneath him.

“You look so good like this baby. Tell me what you want.” He urged, his voice deeper. It wasn’t enough for him to feel it or see it, he wanted to hear it. Hear her beg for it, hear her beg for him.

“I don’t know.” She breathes. His grip on her neck is still tight. “Just hurry. Please.”

“You do.” He whispers. “Show me.”

She rolls her eyes at him, grabbing his hand that was around her neck and guiding it back under her bunched up skirt. The place that always ached for him. His touch is always electric. His hand slipped into her already soaked panties, she’d been wet for him for most of the day. But she wouldn’t tell him that. The last thing he needed was an ego boost. His fingers easily find her clit, circling it tightly - slowly. The whines and moans that she let out sounded heavenly, the sounds he always thought about when he was alone. His fingers slid down just a bit further.

“So wet for me already.” he groans. She was dripping for him, writhing against his hand. Craving him. She flushed as he held his hand up to the lamp beside the bed, his fingers glistened in the dull light.

“Look at that.” He smirked.

“Stop being a dick.” she said, reaching for his belt buckle. “Get on with it.”

“I just like taking my time with you, baby.” He said as he slipped his two fingers into her mouth, pushing them past her lips. Groaning at the feel of her mouth - warm and wet.

“I can’t wait to get my cock in between those lips.” He mumbled as he helped her with his pants, throwing them to the floor. He undid the zip at her hip, unraveling the skirt and slipping it down her legs, joining his clothes on the floor. He pressed a kiss to her navel as he slipped off her soaked panties next. Then, he was above her again- her hands cradle his neck as she pulls him down for a kiss. He kissed her like no one else. Better than her husband ever had.

“We’ll save that for later, I can't wait to have you baby. You look so pretty like this.” She was a sight that Tangerine thought he could worship for the rest of his damn life. Legs eagerly open for him, pussy glistening in front of him.

“Please Tan, I need you.” She whimpered. He smiled and stood on his knees before her. Pressing one last kiss to her lips before pulling away, grasping her waist in his strong hand - the other one holding his cock at her entrance. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I thought I told you to stop being a dick?” Her ankles around his waist attempt to encourage him forward.

Tangerine laughed before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and finally pushing inside of her. They both groaned in unison, moaning into each other's mouths. Fuck, he filled her up so well. It always felt so right. He started slowly, studying her face - engraving every little reaction into his mind. Waiting to hear her begging for him, the way he liked.

“Fuck, please.” She finally breathed out - she sounded heavenly. “Harder!”

“Yeah? You want it harder?” He pulled out, ignoring her whines of protest and gripping her hips. “Turn over for me, gorgeous.”

He helps up onto her knees and flips her over, a groan leaving him as she pushes her ass up into the air. He places his hand on the small of her back, forcing her to arch her back further. Her hands grip the pillow in front of her as he pushes back inside of her, immediately starting a bruising pace.

“Is this how you wanted it?” He asks. She moans in response, a firm slap to her ass encourages her to answer.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Tan.” She practically shouts, her voice high pitched. The sound of skin on skin rings throughout the room, if she wasn’t so far gone she would be hoping they didn’t have anyone staying in the rooms next door.

He slaps her ass again, his palm soothing the spot afterwards as he mutters; “So fucking perfect, baby.” He loves seeing her face, loves the face she makes when she comes for him. But having her like this - back arched, face pressed into the mattress, it always ignited a fire in him. He keeps up his pace, she always marveled at how strong he was. A lot stronger than he looked, she had underestimated him when they first met. Something he would soon teach her to regret. She’s close - a tingling in her belly that travels down her legs tells her so. Her fingers come up to rub at her clit, it almost drives Tangerine insane.

“Oh fuck yes, touch yourself sweetheart. Shit, are you close, baby?” He’s close too, it’s so hard for him to hold back when it comes to her. He wasn’t even embarrassed about it, and he made sure she knew it. “So fucking tight baby, you feel fantastic. Gonna make me come all over you. You want that?”

“Yes! Please. I want it.” She screamed, she knew he liked it when she was vocal. “I’m gonna come, Tan. Shit, don’t stop!”

Her mouth opened, a moan of his name followed by her pressing her face into the pillow as she came. His hand wrapped into her hair, tugging her head back up. “Oh no you don’t.” He hissed, his teeth gritted, jaw tight. “I wanna fucking hear you baby. Fuck, i’m gonna come all over this gorgeous ass, sweetheart.”

And that he does, she’s still recovering - moaning softly and panting, when he pulls out and spills over her skin. His hand finishing himself off. A gruff moan of her name as she feels his seed drip down her thighs. Honestly, she could have come again just from the sounds he made. She collapsed onto the mattress, turning over onto her back - he flops beside her. She laughs when the bed creaks underneath them. Both of them are breathing heavily and she can feel him looking at her. she doesn’t want to turn, this was always the hardest part - meeting those big blue eyes and having to leave him behind.

When she does meet his gaze, it's exactly as she suspected. He’s looking at her hopefully, laying on his side, his head propped up on his hand.

“You know we only booked two rooms, right?” He says. “So, unless you’re planning on rooming with Lemon next door….”

He trails off, a proud smirk on his face. Two rooms. Of course. She knew she should have done it herself. Oh well, nothing she can do now. She’s tired and sweaty and honestly, going to sleep in Tangerine’s arms sounds like heaven. But first, she gets up to shower and of course, he follows. Half an hour later they are back in the bed, the room is dark but illuminated by the bustling city lights - reds and purples. An open window lets a comfortable breeze in, the soft sound of cars and Tangerine’s breathing fills her ears. His strong arm is laying over her waist, she’s pulled tightly to his chest - so warm. Fuck, she could get used to this. She really should have booked her own room. But for now, this is okay. Just this once.

#tangerine bullet train #tangerine #bullet train #tangerine fic #tangerine x reader #tangerine smut #bullet train fic #bullet train smut #smut #fem reader #x reader

[sunshine-scented]

Hii, I really love your work and I'm in love with your Lego monkie kid headcanons <3, can you make a Macaque, Wukong, Mk and Mei (if possible) with a dragon half that is sweet and very affectionate? The reader just loves to give them love and affection <3, if noy, just ignore it ;)

How adorable~ I'll make sure this satisfy your needs phuhu ♡

❀ Woah,,,big lizard♡ ❀

: them having a half dragon s/o!

: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK, Mei x gn! Reader

: Fluff and a hint of crack if you squint

Sun Wukong

Will gladly revel in your affection

Loves it when you're so willing to show affection, like, yes please do it every day??

If you don't give him his daily affection he literally panics

What happened??? Are you okay????? Where are my kisses >:0????

Spoiled brat

Whines and pouts about you ignoring him, arms crossed and everything

If you humor him and kiss his cheek, he's now giggling and wrapping his arms around you asking for another one

Greedy greedy monkey ♡

When you randomly hug him from behind or kiss him out of no where, gosh, he's so giddy he'll explode with happiness

When you revealed your dragon form to him, he's very amazed

Like, bro? I'm dating this huge giant and they're all mine???? I'm so lucky

Oh my gosh you guys would definitely have the most pettiest races every (fun fact; you'd always win)

Loves to just lay on your dragon form and caress your scales, he's just admiring you in any chance he gets

You can't tell me that he stares at you with the most love struck eyes from a distance

It's really easy to mess with him in your dragon form, continuously shove your tail on his face, laying your giant head on his, he's there acting all pissed but in reality he just loves how playful you are

Imagine that he's fighting a really powerful demon and is actually on the brink of losing and the demon getting all cocky for beating the monkey king

Only to be petrified by a huge dragon right behind him with glowing angered eyes

PS: they pissed their pants

Wukong's eyes lit up at the sight at you, as if he wasn't covered in scratches and bruises

":0! Hi babe!! :D!!"

"YOU'RE DATING A DRAGON?!?!!?!"

Yeah so now nobody wants to mess with monkey King anymore

Six eared Macaque

Isn't used to physical touch

He flinched the first time you hugged him, and frantically reassured you that no, it's not your fault

But a lot of time and patience can make him get used to your affection, maybe he'll even start to yearn more of it

Subtle touches from his tail is like an invitation to completely drown and smother him with affection

Loves it when you just start touching his hair and scratch behind his ears as you talk about your day, gosh, he's falling so hard rn

But if you don't talk and just stare into his eyes while you pet him, you're killing him

He can't breathe, you're just so mesmerizing and so attractive, stop making his heart beat faster! >:(

Once you showed your dragon form, he's shocked to say the least, but quickly recovers after noticing that it's you

"My my, I never thought I'd be having a dragon wrapped around my finger~♡"

"Love, your tail is wagging really fast right now"

"You're seeing things"

He didn't really want to touch you right away since he's afraid of going over boundaries

But if you reassure him then maybe he'll cinsider

Once he started to scratch under your neck and once you started purring, now be can never stop

He finds you absolutely mesmerizing both on human and dragon

Adores your every being, literally becomes soft when he sees you

MK

You guys are literally the most cutest, grossest couple ever

The both of you never fail to give each other the dumbest pet names ever and Mei's on her last straw

"Hello my little boo boo bear 🥺"

"Hello to you too shnuckums 🥺"

"You two should shut up 🥺"

You guys literally are beside each other every single day

MK's heart literally swells in happiness when you cheer for him at training

Now he won't stop trying to show off cause he loves the praise coming from you

Literally starts to sulk when you aren't beside him and does everything on his daily routine bad

Very definition of puppy

He's so downbad give him a leash

You wanted to show your dragon form by scaring him, why? He's so cute that's why

So when you roar right on his face he screamed and literally tried to fight you

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO (NAME)!?"

"I AM (NAME)!!"

"YOU'RE LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So you almost created mass destruction

After calming him down (and showing him your human form to tell that you aren't lying) he's ecstatic

Traumatized, but that's on you

You like to randomly scoop him up on your back and fly around the city with him, his little squeals of happiness and amazement on how high you're flying never gets old

Shyly asks if you wanted you mane to be groomed, why is he so cute oh my gosh

Baby :(

Mei

Oh my gosh you guys are so cute

You can not tell me that you both wear matching clothes every time you go outside

I'm talking similar colors, designs, aesthetic, everything

Selfies!! Lots of them

If you don't like photos then she can just make you her photographer lol

Is very happy when she knew you were a dragon too! Literally almost exploded with excitement

Now MK has two extremely huge dragon bodyguards

Dragon cuddles, DRAGON CUDDLES!! ♡

She likes to zoom all around the city on her bike with you

And when she's racing, her face beams in excitement knowing that you're watching her

Probably played pattycake on your dragon forms, everyone was concerned

Such a perfect girlfriend ♡

I'm having a Mei brainrot

#lmk x reader #lmk #monkie kid #monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk MK #lmk mei #macaque x reader #sun wukong x reader #MK x reader #mei x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk MK x reader #lmk Mei x reader #x reader #fluff

[greghatecrimes]

i have this vision of house carrying thirteen by her ankle into wilson's office and just holding her out to him as she's giggling because he wants wilson to watch her for a bit because he can't let her near one patient or something

wilson being unsure how exactly to grab her from that position

Have a very quickly written ficlet, anon!:

PPTH, circa 1993ish:

Wilson's in the middle of a meeting when the sound of laughter and familiar footsteps floats into his office from the hallway. He doesn't even bother trying to finish whatever sentence he'd been in the middle of; instead, he breaks off and lets loose a long sigh.

"...Is... everything alright?" The patient he'd been talking with asks, watching him with slightly widened eyes.

"I'm so sorry." He runs a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to put his head down on the patient files stacked in front of him. "You know, I just have this terrible headache. It comes and--"

The door to his office bursts open. In steps one Greg House, accompanied by the source of the childlike giggling that had been the harbinger of his arrival: his two and a half year old daughter, who's dangling from House's hand by one ankle. She sways back and forth in midair when House steps over the threshold and into the office, causing her face to flush red and her laughter to bubble up, crisp with joy.

"...Goes," Wilson sighs, and gets to his feet. "I'm so sorry. This will be just a minute."

"Hey, Wilson!" House greets, completely unperturbed by the fact that he's just walked into a private consult. "Take Thirteen for an hour, will you? I'm not supposed to have my hands full around my new patient."

"House," Wilson groans. "How many times do I have to tell you to just hire a babysitter–"

"Don't need one! Really, it's just an hour! Cuddy said they think the patient has TB or something else deliciously contagious. Can't let this germ magnet–" he shakes Thirteen for extra emphasis, and she laughs even harder. A fond smile pulls at his lips. "Anywhere near that."

"Oh, my," Wilson's patient says from between them, and Wilson's not sure if she's referencing the tuberculosis or the child dangling upside down, clearly delighted at being handled by her father like a sack of potatoes. "Is she alright?"

"My patient?" House asks. "Bleeding out of her eyeballs, last I heard, so I really need to-- oh, you meant the kid." House gives her another shake, and this time Thirteen laughs so hard that it borders on a shriek. "She's fine, she loves it. Begs me to throw her around all day long. She'd be crawling around on the ceiling if she could. Like a little spider-monkey, aren't you?" Thirteen grins, her smile flashing white like an upside-down crescent moon.

She's too damn cute, Wilson thinks. House is all too aware of this and wields it like a weapon. He lets out another long-suffering sigh.

"I'll take her," he relents, and steps out from behind his desk. "C'mere, Munchkin." He reaches for her, only to freeze when he realizes he's not quite sure how to grab her.

"Do you need–" his patient starts to ask.

"I'm fine, thank you," Wilson says loudly. He knows he's the less-experienced one out of the two of them when it comes to children. He doesn't need his own patients reminding him of that. "Here we go. Nice and easy." He decides to grab Thirteen by the waist. She's small enough that he manages to get her flipped right-side up without having to set her down on the floor or the desk first.

"Hi, Jimmy." Thirteen settles into the spot just above his hip easily, as she always does. Before he can stop her, one of her chubby little hands is reaching for one of the many pens he keeps in the chest pocket of his lab coat. Her fingers close around a bright yellow highlighter. "'Side-down? Again?" she asks.

He can't bring himself to say no. "When your dad gets back," he promises. He tucks a few flyaways behind her ear-- all that swinging around had really mussed up her ponytail. Hopefully she'll sit quietly long enough for him to fix it. "But right now Jimmy has to finish a meeting. So let's tell Dad bye-bye for now, okay?"

She waves at House with the fist that's gripping the highlighter. "Bye bye!"

"Be good for Wilson, you little gremlin," House playfully growls, narrowing his eyes at her. Thirteen laughs and hides her face against Wilson's shoulder for a moment. "I'll page ya when I'm on my way back up. Oh, and I'll order us takeout from that Chinese place for dinner tonight, sound good?" House is already halfway out the door before Wilson can form a response. "Thanks a million!" the cheerfully sarcastic tone floats back to them from the hallway. "Kisses! Mwah!"

Of course he doesn't bother to close the door on his way out.

"Um," the patient says, just as Wilson slides back into his seat. Thirteen has already managed to uncap the highlighter and is now reaching across his desk with sweeping arms, searching for something to 'color' on. He manages to feel around and find a blank notepad for her without pulling his attention from his patient. "I can always come back later, if now is a bad time–"

"No, no, not at all," Wilson assures her, and then sighs in exasperation. "I am so sorry. He seems to think I'm the on call nanny instead of a practicing oncologist."

His patient cracks a smile. "She's quite cute," she admits, after a moment of watching Thirteen. Wilson can't help the rush of pride he feels at that. "She's your colleague's?"

Wilson hesitates. "My..." In his moment of thought, Thirteen squirms in his lap and manages to twist herself around enough to swipe a streak of bright yellow across his face. Wilson closes his eyes. The taste of highlighter is bitter on his lips, but he can't help but smile. "My... partner's." he says softly.

When he opens his eyes again, Thirteen is grinning up at him, clearly pleased with her work of art. His patient is stifling laughter. "Did you want to...?" She mimes rubbing her face.

"...We'll be just fine." He tells her, settling further into his seat. "This one is an excellent listener. By all means, let's get back to where we left off."

#my writing #ficlet #baby thirteen au #ask #anon #james wilson #remy thirteen hadley #greg house #this is super messy but it helped a lot with a lot of stress/anxiety so that's a win. we'll take it #hilson

[quitealotofsodapop]

So Mk gets surprise eggo because of paint and confined space and lack of food? Imagine that he has no idea what’s wrong with him, he goes to Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu goes “congrats on the baby” Everyone just kinda stops.

And Mk bursts into tears so loudly that all of heaven can hear. He’s all “I can’t have a baby, it’s too dangerous!” And “I’m not ready!” Pigsy and Wukong are trying to comfort him, and the poor boys is just a sobbing mess.

And Lao Tzu is just standing there like “?????”

Sorry MK XD You're getting Egged

Bonus Anon asks:

Referencing this post where someone pointed out that MK could theoretically create a Stone Egg + the sequel that pointed out that he'd most likely do it on accident.

I could see this most likely happening in the Canon! verse since I bet the other au MK's would be more wary of Stone Egg mishaps. But I could 100% see it happening in the SlowBoiled au since that causes more drama.

And as much as I love the idea of MK becoming *ahem* egg'd as the result of a bad guy's plans or a huge catarosphe, I think it would fit more if MK did it completely on accident.

So the idea:

Post S3 MK decides that he needs some "Me time" and takes a break from work and training after the whole "Saving the world from a bone demon"-thing. He just needs some time to shut off completely from his responsibilities in the city. His friends understand and wish him well, even though they're worried since MK won't tell him *Where* he's taking a break to.

"Where" turns out to be a cool cave-let MK found while exploring FFM during S2 with no Monkey King to hover over him. Its quiet, it's secluded, its completely off-grid... But MK just can't relax. His brain is all busy, and everytime he sleeps he sees Her.

So he starts painting. And drawing. And using charcoal. Maybe a little rough pottery with the muddy clay-like stuff in the water? And soon enough he's looking like his Artist Clone with how caked in material he is.

In liu of going to sleep and risking terrible bone demon nightmares, MK meditates like how he saw the Monkey King do. In these moments his thoughts wander into deep, dark teritory. Real "call of the void"-type of thoughts.... hey should he eat something? It's been... oh gosh Pigsy's gonna killl him if he doesn't at least text to tell him how his sabbatical is going.

After his inpromtu vacation is up, MK feels... really gross? Maybe thats cus he hasn't really washed or slept or ate, or spoken to anyone in all that time. Weird.

Pigsy asks him how long it's been since MK last ate a full meal, and huffs with disappointment at his nervous laugh before pouring his son a bowl of noodles.

Bouts of nausea and dizziness follow MK everywhere afterwards. He had no idea why - paint fumes maybe? Did some toxic chemical seep into his skin? Did he get sick somehow from isolating himself in that cave? Is that Jin and Yin trying to take over the city?

At somepoint in the utter chaos of S4 likely as the rest of the gang are recieving training from Subodhi; a certain alchemist meets MK to whisper a few questions into his ear.

Lao Tzu: "I was told that you've been experiencing extreme power fluctuations for the last few weeks. May I run a few test to rule out any abnormalities?"

MK: "Oh cool, no probs! Just don't put me in that furnace thing-y."

(*a few tests later*)

Lao Tzu: "Ok great news, it's not a curse or medical problem."

MK: "Phew! Then why is my body feels like its "glitching" all the time?"

Lao Tzu: "Thats a decaying glamour spell. Its likely that you had one affixed to you shortly before you were given up by your creators."

MK: "Glamour spell...? Wait, then what about my powers wigging out?"

Lao Tzu: "Oh thats easy. You're just pregnant."

MK (has not Done the Do): "What!?"

Mere seconds after Lao Tzu gives the diagnosis - MK just starts bawling.

He doesn't want this! Not now! He does want to have kid while all This is going on! The world might be ending for Buddha's sake!

MK is having a million panic attacks rn. He wants to have kids, so many, but only in the *Future*! When he's like semi-retired and has a protege of his own to take over the monkey business- HEY WAIT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!

Subodhi has to drop the big lore that MK is a Stone Monkey - capable of reproducing asexually under extreme circumstances, in order to clear up the whole immaculate conception part.

Then Lao Tzu has to tell MK that the Stone Egg he carries will likely Kill him since he's (mostly) mortal.

MK starts crying before deciding to tackle the issue Later.

Ofc MK simply doesn't want his family to worry about him what with all this Brotherhood stuff going on... so he just keeps quiet for now.

His family are going to find out soon though. And by Guanyin, Pigsy is gonna freak.

Macaque (and later Wukong), just need to sniff MK once after they reunite to notice whats up.

Wukong offers to grab some No-Baby Spring Water immediately if MK doesnt want to keep the Egg. Macaque briefly panics thinking that the kid got knocked up the old-fashioned way... only to panic harder when he and Wukong determine it to be a Solo-Made Stone Egg(!!!). Cue two panicking fellow Stone Monkeys making MK feel even worse about his conflicted feelings on the matter.

Pls add on what you think so far! :3

#MKEgg au #stone egg talk #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #pregnancy tw #stone monkeys #lmk lao tzu #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk pigsy #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque

[ohnoanalien]

Headache

@journey-to-the-au has an awesome fake marriage AU, and as someone with PTSD this post really touched my heart in ways I can't explain. My writing's not as good obviously, but it's a little 'thank you' gift for giving us such great content! Enjoy!

TW: PTSD, flashbacks, phantom pain, panic attacks

It didn't take long for the Monkey King to notice something was wrong. As he walked through the halls of the Jade Emperor's palace, each fiber on soft carpet felt like long-dead grass.

The noblemen around him shot unwanted gazes. On the average day they buzzed like a swarm of gnats– annoying, but harmless. But all too suddenly, eyes pierced through the dark like cold spotlights. And the world blurred like a crude, two-dimensional set on a stage. 

He fought the urge to cradle his head.

No. No no no, not now--

"Wukong!" The Great Sage blinked back a dizzy spell, a soft beacon of light cutting through the audience. Earth Reaching Willow greeted him with a soft smile, hanfu gliding across the snowy fiel-- the floor. He shot back a wide grin with a bit too much teeth, unsure if her presence was a saving grace or a terrible nightmare.

"How is Flower Fruit Mountain, darling?" Earth Reaching Willow's dark eyes flicked briefly to the immortals that surrounded them, staring openly.

Keep your composure. Don't look weak. You were-- will be fine.

"Are you alright?" Willow whispered, interrupting her husband's thoughts.

In return her husband smiled wider, wanting to die.

"'Course I am!" He rested his hands on his hips. Willow didn’t miss the way the Monkey King’s tail wrapped tight around his waist, itching to lash like a broken metronome. "What makes you think I'm not?"

It seemed like they were the stars of the banquet, hushed chatter muffled into wine glasses. But his ‘beloved’ persisted. "You just seem...what’s the word. A bit off-color?"

"Pfft! Off-color?" A seething pain rattled Wukong's skull, and his pained smirk reached his ears, "I'm alright! I'm alright! Nothing to worry about, Master!"

The voices went silent. The palace went still. The Great Sage felt his face warm, slapping a paw over his mouth.

The pain was unbearable. Colors and lights began to morph and shift, and the ground rocked beneath his feet. He allowed himself to be pulled by an unknown force, and marble hallways stretched into a dirt road. No, no they were by a snowbank. Or was it a monastery?

"Wukong?"

The chilly air did nothing to dull the pain, gasping for air as Tripitaka’s eyes continued to change color and shape. Dark to light, scared to angry. Over and over until his mind began to crumble, disorientation clouding his vision.

"Poor thing." A soothing voice called from the flashback, cleaving the delusion open like a knife on the butcher's table. "How are you feeling?"

"I was-- I'm-- I'll be--" Wukong scrambled to collect his pride before it could fall any further.

"It's alright, it's alright. Just calm down and--"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" Wukong snarled. Rage snaked up his throat like a trapped beast. "I am the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, and I am no mere monkey!"

His eyes stung, desperately scraping at his head, searching to rip off a phantom crown. And ignoring the stinging, self-inflicted wounds that bloodied his claws. "I was the one who single-handedly took down the entirety of Heaven! I was the one who journeyed for years-- nnh! I-- I'm not-- I don't care about the pain!"

A muffled voice called above the panic.

"I don't care! I don’t care! So just make it stop!"

"Wukong!" A panicked voice called.

Earth Reaching Willow.

He cracked open an eye-- dammit, he was crying on the floor. His old friend kneeled on her knees, robes pooling around her like a waterfall. Delicate hands reached out, then pulled back. "Sun Wukong, Vengeful Fighting Buddha. Lovely monkey. Listen to me and listen well. You have to care."

For the first time in his long, long life, the Great Sage was speechless.

"You have to care." She repeated, tears spilling down her cheeks, "You have to because you're hurting yourself."

A terrible realization weighed on Wukong's heart, and he touched a shaking finger to his forehead. Blood seeped through a perfect, golden coat, and he breathed in the iron scent that burned his nose.

"I. I'm sorry for worrying you." He croaked. “I was lost.”

"No need to apologize, my friend." Earth Reaching Willow placed a hand to her chest, "I am no different. During my own panic attacks, my father would constantly tell me to 'calm down'. I'm ashamed I did the same to you."

"Willow--"

"But this isn't about me." A shaky, pale palm wiped at her cheeks. "Tell me how to help."

"Don't worry! Don't worry! I'm fine." Sun Wukong threw on a smirk, sewn in place with string and prayers.

Earth Reaching Willow shot back an unimpressed expression. "Wukong."

Mortification spread like wildfire across his face. Wordlessly, the stone monkey stared at her lap. And before he could open his mouth, Willow gently pushed him downward.

"Lovely monkey." She whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple-- worry unraveling as a relieved sigh brushed her ears. "You may have a position to uphold, and I may not always understand what you’re going through, but I promise you are safe with me. I will hold you if you need to cry. I will listen if you feel alone. I will give you your space when you ask for it. But please, for my sake, ask for help. Don’t try to hold up a century’s worth of pain and false pride by yourself. Let me keep you safe, as you have for me."

Gentle touches turned into strokes. And even when choking sobs wracked the walls, Earth Reaching Willow hummed softly, brushing aside the tears that soaked her fingers.

#@journey to the au #jttw #journey to the west #jttw fanfic

[leiawritesstories]

I'm so happy for you, congrats🫶🫶🎉

This prompt: "I would marry you again in a heartbeat."

thank you so much 🥹🥹❤️ i ADORE this prompt

Word count: 1,154

Warnings: kids being uncontrollable as usual

enjoy!!

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"I'm home!" Aelin called, pressing the button to close the garage door as she stepped into the house. She kicked off her heels with a sigh of relief, set down her leather tote, and counted exactly eight seconds before two sets of little arms flung themselves around her legs and waist, two excited little voices squealing for Mama! "Hi, my loves," she laughed, ruffling her children's hair. "Let Mama actually get into the house before you tackle me, alright?"

"Tackle?" Brannon perked up, hearing his favorite word. At ten years old, he was just as sports-minded as all the other boys in his class, and he'd had to learn that if he wanted to tackle, he needed to be outside in the Whitethorn-Galathynius family's expansive backyard.

"Of course that's the only thing you hear," Aelin chuckled to herself. "Not literally, son," she told him. "I'm way too strong for you to tackle."

"Are not!" To prove his point, her son charged, barely able to latch his arms around her waist before she swept him up into her arms, tipped him over her shoulder, and carried him into the playroom.

He shrieked with laughter. "Okay! Okay Mama! You win!"

"That's right, B," she teased, squeezing him in a brief hug. "Hi, my boy. How was school--aaaaaand he's gone." She laughed to herself. "Boys."

"Hi Mama!" Seven-year-old Evie gleefully took Bran's place in Aelin's arms, snuggling herself up close against her mother.

"Hi, lovey," Aelin beamed, holding her younger daughter close. "How was your school day?"

"Good!" Evie's grin was a perfect replica of her mother's. "I got a gold star on my spellin' test, an' I pushed Timmy off the monkey bars!"

Aelin's shoulders shook with mirth. "Evalin, honey, haven't we talked about how you shouldn't push other kids on the playground?"

Evie shrugged. "He said Sana's bow was stupid."

"Hmm." Unable to resist her little mirror image, Aelin winked. "Well, I understand that, then. But next time he says something like that, you need to tell the teacher, okay?"

"Okay." Evie bobbed her curly blonde head. "Wanna see my gold star, Mama?"

"Of course I do!" Aelin let her small daughter lead her back out to the kitchen, where she found her eldest child sitting at the dining table, working on a set of math problems.

Evie tugged her past the table before she could stop and say hello. "C'mon, Mama!" Aelin followed her to the fridge, where her latest spelling test was stuck to the door with magnets. "Look!" Evie pointed proudly to the gold star adorning the top of the page.

"Well done, lovey!" Aelin gave her a high five. "You're way better at spelling than I ever was."

"Really?"

"Yep." She nodded. "Don't tell anyone, but I couldn't spell 'banana' the right way until I was Lana's age."

"And you still can't," Rowan teased, coming up behind her and sliding his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, just below her ear. "Hi, my love."

"Hi." She turned to face him and pressed her lips to his, earning a full set of disgusted noises from the children.

"Ugh, you guys! Gross!" Lana protested, throwing an eraser at Rowan's back. The oldest of the Whitethorn children, she was almost thirteen and growing up far too fast for Aelin and Rowan's liking.

"Just give it a few more years," Aelin whispered into Rowan's ear.

It was her husband's turn to shudder. "Don't remind me," he groaned.

She chuckled. "I won't. Not when you're cooking dinner, at least." Leaving one last kiss on the edge of his jaw, she went back into the dining room and sat down next to her oldest. "Hey, Lana."

"Hi, Mom." Lana was busy with her math homework, pencil scratching against the paper as she worked through a problem. Aelin could tell from the set of her daughter's jaw that she was stuck, so she waited quietly until Lana groaned and tossed her pencil down on the tabletop.

"This is stupid," she grumbled, scowling. "Stupid math. Why can't they just give us equations instead of stupid word problems?"

Aelin retrieved the pencil and placed it next to Lana's math book. "How far did you get?"

Grudgingly, Lana turned her paper so Aelin could see. "I literally don't even know." She pointed to the problem in the book. "I kinda get what it wants me to solve for, but it's not helpful at all with how to solve it."

"That's why it's called a problem, sweetheart." Aelin read the problem over a few times and looked over her daughter's work. "You've got it just about halfway solved, actually."

"No I don't! There's three variables, I only found one!" Lana was on the verge of wailing.

Aelin kept her voice calm. "Do you know how to use a system of equations?"

Slowly, Lana nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay, good. Here." Aelin rewrote the two equations Lana had found using the variable she'd solved for. "Now can you substitute so there's only one variable?"

"Um..." Lana took the pencil back and scribbled. "Yeah! I can." As she grasped the problem, she wrote faster, until she'd solved for the second variable, plugged it into one of the equations, and found the third. "I did it!"

Aelin checked the math and nodded. "You did it!"

Unexpectedly, Lana got up and squished her mother into a hug that was all lanky limbs. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." Aelin smoothed Lana's messy, light blonde hair and let her go put her math book away, homework done for the night. She went back into the kitchen and took the stack of plates from Rowan's hands. "Let me."

He flashed her a grateful look. "Thanks, babe."

"Ewwwww," Lana grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she passed by.

"There's our almost teen," Rowan chuckled, fondly.

Aelin came over to get silverware. "Stop saying that, it makes me feel old as hell." She pressed her fingertips to his lips before he could make a smart remark about how she was old. "I know, I'm not twenty-two anymore, but neither are you, my love." She smirked. "You've always been old."

"Rude!" Checking to make sure the kids were far out of eyeshot, he flicked the dish towel at her, swiping it across her ass.

She flashed him a wicked grin. "Careful with that, old man. That's how we found ourselves in this situation in the first place."

His face flushed a delightful shade of scarlet and he coughed, choking on whatever he'd been about to say. "I love you so much," he wheezed, regaining his breath.

"I love you more." Silverware set, she slipped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his shoulder. "I know we're already married, Ro, but I would marry you again in a heartbeat."

His deep green eyes went soft. "I'd marry you again every day, Fireheart."

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[fallingforel]

arabella pt 1

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you meet alex turner on a night out with life long friends matty george ross and adam. what happens when the night digresses?

warnings: not too sure i think slight mention of drugs, food if I’ve missed anything off please let me know and I will add them in

"Cmon Y/N" Matty states blaring through my phone speaker, while pulling it away from my ear because of how loudly he's speaking

"No I simply won't" I said back in the same tone and loudness replying to my best friend "look Matty we've been out every night this week I simply can't, because A) i don't have the funds B) I'm turning into a little alcoholic because of you, personally I think I'm being somewhat reasonable. Look if you want to go out with everyone, go ahead, stink I won't stop you but don't drag me along."

At the current moment I hate Matty. Why you may ask? Matty was trying to get me to go out to drink with him. Don't get me wrong I love him, we love each other, but sometimes he is so awfully annoying:  right now he's trying to get me to come out, I stand my ground and somehow, somehow he always wins me over I don't understand why? but I don't mind him for it because we always have the most fun

"loooooook if you're so worried about money i'll buy you all your drinks, and so what who cares if you're turning into a little alcoholic because of me we're young we've got our whole lives ahead of us. just come out for one drink please besides George Adam and Ross all want you there. don't you guys"

a whole chorus of yeahs was heard on the other end of the phone he convinced me, I swear that boy had me wrapped around his finger. "Matty I hate you" "awwh come on you love me" "You're right I do. Catch you in 30 come pick me up yeah?" "Of course i always do, love you" "love you too" I replied and quickly hung up the phone.

30 minutes later, I was suited and booted clad in a leather coat, my snakeskin boots. My hands littered with rings and of course my red lipstick. Beeping of a car horn was soon heard outside of my flat, signalling Matty was here. I shut all of the lights off, making sure Arabella's food bowl was filled, I gave her a stroke and left my flat. Heading downstairs I saw Matty in his convertible; George Ross and Adam missing though.

"There's the lead singer of the 1975 but where's the rest of them" I say placing my hand above my eyes pretending to search for them. Matty chuckled and replied with a simple "at the club already, come on bug" I hopped in and we soon sped to the club. Turning on the radio, I soon noticed that sex was playing  "Oh my god! Matty your first radio play. I'm so happy for you!" I exclaimed giving him a side hug. "Thanks love! this is so cool wait till the boys hear about this" Matty said in reply turning his head for a split second to smile at me "I'm turning it up!" I simply said in return .

Both Singing along pulling up to the club as the songs finishing  "THEY'VE ALL GOT BACKCOMBS ANYWAY THEY ALL GOT BOYFRIENDS ANYWAY". Laughing and singing along I was happy in my own world until Matty opened the door for me bringing me back to reality "you comin' bug?" "course I am stink!"I stated back.

We were making our way to the back of the line before the bouncer stopped us.  "OI!" his yelling shocked Matty and I before we turned though Matty whispered to me "don't worry I've got this, bug" uh huh sure you have tough guy I didn't dare say it out loud though, it would just start another one of our silly bickering's.

Turning to the bouncer "yeah? what's up?" "ahh sorry didn't mean to scare you there lad, just wanted to ask if you were from that band what are they called? the 1957?" I chuckled to myself before correcting him "you mean the 1975?" "yes that's the one!" "yeah he is." "ahh nice one my daughters a massive fan can I get an autograph and a photo she wouldn't believe me if I didn't have a picture you see?" Matty turned to me looking at me as if to say "is it okay?" I mouthed "course it is" and smiled.

After pleasantries were made, the bouncer let us in skipping  the queue of course because the bouncer said "it'd be rude not to" and that his daughter would "kill me if I didn't let you in"  and Matty headed straight for the bar while I went out to seek the rest of our friends. Of course, they were in a corner sipping on their drinks where they usually are. Going to join them I shouted at them in a joking manner "You boring fucks. G I would've at least expected you to be out on the dance floor by now, Hann and Ross I understand you, G I'm very disappointed "

They just all nodded their heads at me,knowing I was joking, "ya alright Y/N/N? Where's Matty? where there's one of you the other one is never too far behind" George asked me "I'm dandy G. and Matty is at the bar getting us drinks. when he comes and joins us  will you  dance with me?" I ask him. Getting a shrug as a reply so I follow it  up with  "I came out to have fun. Not mope around in a corner all night just drinking" "OI IM HAVING FUN" Ross shouting back at me "Ross you're literally bopping your head shut up" Matty shouted back handing me my rum and coke "here you go love. Get that truth serum in you" you just laughed at him sipping on it through a straw. "come dance with me Matty these lot are being boring." "Of course I'll come dance with you bug! this song seems very fitting though"

with Dizzee rascals dance wiv me was blaring through the speakers of the club. matty and I ran down the stairs heading to the dance floor dancing with each other. "THATS WHY IM ASKING B! SO LETS PARTY B COME AND DANCE WIV ME" we shouted at each other.

After some time both our drinks were finished so I headed to the bar to get some more Matty giving me his card to get some more. "hiya love what can I get you?" the bartender shouted at me over the music "one rum and coke and one red wine bottle please" I replied "of course i'll get them sorted and i'll come back in two secs" "thank you" i replied as he was walking off.

While waiting for the bartender to come back to my drink I look around for Matty and the others: Matty was dancing with George (rude if you ask me!) Ross was still sitting at our table booping along to the songs, and Adam was in the corner necking off with some girl, good for him he deserves some action. He's been upset a lot ever since his girlfriend broke up with him a few weeks ago, turns out all he needed was a night out with us.

The bartender soon came back with our drinks, tapping Matty's card i thanked the bartender again and walked off with our drinks, joining Ross at the table. All of a sudden there was a silence followed soon by excited cheers were heard throughout the club. "What's going on?" I asked Ross nodding my head to where the commotion was happening on the dance floor. "Some indie band performing tonight. think they're quite big won't lie. not too sure though" Ross said in reply to my question.

All of a sudden, the opening chords of you look good on the dance floor were heard and I immediately screamed. "OMG! ROSS ITS THE ARCTIC MONKEYS WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING!!" "I didn't realise you liked em y/n/n" replying to my shouting in a calm manner "like em? I LOVE THEM ROSS!" soon Matty came by my side dragging me onto the dance floor.

We danced for the rest of their set. This is how I always wanted it to be, Matty and I with the rest of our mates dancing to absolute tunes. "this is the whole reason I dragged you out bug. Wanted it to be a surprise for you." Matty said to me grinning ear to ear, drunk yes but happy nonetheless. "you little fucker! stink " I simply said drunkly grinning back at him.

Granted the Arctic monkeys only played a few songs keeping their set small. It was a great set, covering the classics. I stayed out on the dance floor Matty went back to the table claiming he needed a break "feel the alcohol coming back up bug, need a breather" "okay i'll stay here". After a couple of songs, I looked around for Matty and the crew and couldn't find them anywhere, only Hann still necking off with that girl, didn't fancy staying with them on my own. Besides, it's not like Hann would show interest in me and I didn't want to interrupt either "Damnit Healy" I said grabbing my bag off the table and walking out the club going to find them probably shacked at the smoking shelter either smoking weed or cigarettes .

Once I got out of the club the cold air hit my face, sobering me up quite a bit, I walked to the smoke shelter, pulling my cigarettes and lighter out of my bag lighting one. waiting around searching for matty or anyone at this point, popping my head out and occasionally moving to keep me warm, Oh how I hated being on my own.

giving up and walking away because they weren't here anymore lighting another to keep me warm, suddenly I felt someone tap my shoulder with an "scuse me love" turning around with a "yeah can I help you?" not catching on that my favourite artist, had just tapped my shoulder "look it's just I saw you lighting your cigarette normally I wouldn't ask this but could I borrow ya lighter my mate took mine and I don't know where he or my lighter for that matter, is?" "Of course you can, here you go. My mates ditched me too I don't know where they are"

Looking up at me he noticed who i was "holy shit you're like the really hot model who stars in that 75 video" laughing to myself "yes that would be me, although i do have a name other than 'really hot model' it's Y/n. and the 75 are the friends who ditched me" "nice to meet ya y/n, the names Alex Turner" "yes I know who you are alex, I'm a big fan!" chuckling to himself I think more than to me. "that hilarious, such big fans of each other" laughing along too I said "yeah i guess so"

keeping each other company for a while talking about how demanding each of our jobs are George ran over to me shouting "There you are, y/n/n, been looking all over for you". "looking for me? I've been looking for you lot I came back from the dance floor and you were gone all of you. well apart from Hann, he was still there wasn't interested though. think he was more interested in that girls lips, was just about to give up and go home before you showed up" "haha yeah. well we went to go smoke a zoot but didn't think you'd want to come." george caught alex gawping at him, as if he had just seen the queen of Sheba.

Leaning into me george said in a whisper "is he alright?" "yeah he's fine, just a little starstruck that your in front of him, big 75 fan ya see, like I am of him, I don't show it though" nodding george understanding how big fan I was of the arctic monkeys he held a hand out and introduced himself "Hey, George nice to meet you" Alex tried to keep his cool "nice to meet you too, big 75 fan. isn't there more of you?" "yeah Matty and Ross are coming they're just having a heart to heart you see. came to find our best friend and adopted 5th member of our band y/n here. and our guitarist Adam is inside necking on with a bird, shown disinterest in all of us tonight"

Not too soon after, Matty and Ross came up and joined George Alex and I. Matty came up next to me and put a hand round my neck and kissed my temple, "there you are been looking all over for you bug" "went looking for you,dick" shoving him adding "you disappeared stink" with a pout. "sorry y/n/n drug duty calls" standing to attention like a solider in a jokey matter,

coming back to whisper in my ear while Alex and george were still talking "Isn't that Alex? as in arctic monkeys Alex?" "yeah it is. nice innit apparently he's a big 75 fan and big fan of me too" whispering back. Matty just smiled and went up to introduce himself to Alex but not before nicking on of my fags. taking his iconic 75 lighter and lighting it.

After pleasantries we're made. we all decided to take a walk, Alex joining us, leaving Hann behind deciding that he wouldn't want to come anyway being too distracted in some girl's lips, wandering around the streets aimlessly with no end goal that until our drunk cravings were shouting at us to get greasy kebabs. so that's what we did, we got them from the nearest kebab shop and took them to a local park and sat in it eating our kebabs. Alex got to know us, and we got to know him.

"And it was her foot!" Matty said finishing his story, we all laughed "still can't believe that happened, what drunken nights can do to us hey stink?" I chimed in running over to the bin throwing my rubbish away. the others soon finished theirs and we headed out together, deciding it was late and we should all probably head home.

Stupidly though I ended up inviting everyone back. Matty stating that it would've happened anyway "you just want to see Ara" "that's true I love her more than her own mother" "not true you just give into her because you think she's too cute" "okay yeah. but we love her equally"

Alex being confused chiming in with a "who's Ara" ross sighed with george adding in a "you just got yourself into a whole mess pal " giving Alex a pat on the shoulder knowing that Matty and I would get into a heated bickering about who's cat it was. Alex obviously knowing us for a night so didn't really know the whole depths of it. "so it's my cat, her names arabella, matty of course decided to adopt a cat as well not to mention it looked the exact same as ara, we introduced the cats one day because we thought it would be cute because well it would be nice to have our cats as best friends, turns out it was a stupid idea as one of the cats jumped out the window and it was never seen again. but the fight happened so fast we weren't sure which one was which because we hadn't gotten them collars yet. so Matty thinks Ara's his cat, but she's not" "she is she answers to Caroline" Matty added in "she answers to about anything mate" George chimed in before putting a hand round his neck taking him off so he could cool off before the bickering got any further to save Alex, he wasn't ready for the constant bickering yet.

With George Ross and Matty walking ahead and Alex and I walking behind we got to know each other better until the question i've been dreading all evening came up "so...are you and Matty like a thing?" "no of course not just best friends. although you wouldn't think, we argue like a married couple and are very cuddly but that's because we've been through a lot together, I think of Matty like a brother you know, besides Matty would be too high maintenance for me." "Good because I was hoping you and I could become something sometimes"

— end of pt 1

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[your-divine-ribs]

Reading Festival (Dad Van)

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You take the kids to watch their dad perform at Reading Festival ✨

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🎸 You try to keep life as normal as possible for the children growing up which is easier said than done considering their dad's career.

🎸 Since you and Van started a family he's cut down on touring considerably, finally finding that work-life balance he struggled with during his early twenties.

🎸 Touring still takes him away from home for weeks at a time though, and especially over the busy summer festival season.

🎸 Van FaceTimes every day whilst he's away, but even with seeing his face on screen and hearing his voice, Grace and Leo are missing their dad terribly by the time Reading festival rolls around.

🎸 "So... I've been thinking about driving down and coming to watch you at Reading this weekend," you tell Van over the phone. He's excited but when you add "with the kids" his enthusiasm wavers.

🎸 "You know how much I'd love that babe, but I'm not so sure. I just don't think Reading festival's the place for little 'uns really."

🎸 "Come on Van," you reason with him. "Loads of families go to festivals, it's no big deal. You know how much they love music, even little Leo. And Grace won't stop watching the TRNSMT video on YouTube over and over again. She's been begging me to take her to see you on stage, and Reading's the last show of the summer for you."

🎸 Van's quiet for a moment whilst he mulls it over. He's so protective of the kids. It borders on over-protective at times, and his next comment proves this. "I'm still not sure love, it's so bloody loud... and all those people... there's thousands... they'd get crushed!"

🎸 "We're not gonna be at barrier or in the mosh pits silly!" You laugh. "We'll be side of stage, nice and safe, and I'll get the kids some of those big ear defenders. It'll be fine, stop fussing!"

🎸 So there you are on a glorious summer's day in late August, making your way through the crowds with your very excited kids. Grace is decked out in proper festival style with bright pink wellies, flowers in her hair and glitter on her face and Leo's wearing a little bucket hat and shades. Both are wearing Catfish t-shirts specially customised with 'Daddy's Tour Security' on the back and you just know Van's going to be delighted.

🎸 He bounds over immediately when he sees you all entering the artists' area and there are hugs all around. "There they are, my little fan club! My two favourite girls and my main man!" Leo gives him a little fist bump.

🎸 "Daddy I can't wait to see you on stage... you're like the biggest superstar in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!" Grace stretches out her tiny arms to demonstrate.

🎸 "Oh I don't know about that Gracie," Van chuckles. "There's much bigger stars here, Arctic Monkeys are headlining tonight and they're massive! I saw Alex Turner earlier... he was standing right next to me and I almost lost my shi......"

🎸 Van cuts off abruptly as you glare pointedly at him, quickly rephrasing his sentence. "Uhhh... I nearly lost my cool, that's it... cool!"

🎸 Leo reaches over from your arms, plucking off his sunglasses and placing them on Van's face. "Daddy cool, Daddy cool!" He giggles, clapping his hands.

🎸 Van's hyper as he takes you all on a tour of the artists' area back stage, and you try not to appear starstruck as you get introduced to some of your favourite bands.

🎸 "I'm guessing I don't need to tell you who these guys are!" Van says as you all enter the hospitality tent and you feel your heart thumping in excitement as you come face to face with Eli, Rob, Josh and Ryan. "This is my missus Y/N, she's got your records on all the time, reckon she's a bigger fan than Catfish!"

🎸 You get a hug from all the Inhaler boys, your cheeks flaming scarlet as Grace loudly announces "Mummy, isn't that the man that you've been looking at pictures of on your phone?" whilst pointing straight at Eli.

🎸 Josh takes a shine to the kids, producing a pink cowboy hat with sequin trim which he places carefully on Grace's head. "Don't tell Eli I've given you that, it's his but I think it looks much better on you!"

🎸 Grace is over the moon with her new hat. "I'm never taking it off... ever! Not even when I go to bed!"

🎸 Van pronounces her the Queen of Reading festival and Rob and Ryan devise some silly coronation ceremony to 'crown' her. She's delighted with all the attention.

🎸 "Yer not gonna trade me in for a younger model, are ya?" Van sniggers as you step away from the Inhaler boys in search of some lunch. "I don't think it's me you need to worry about!" You laugh as you realise Grace isn't moving away with you and you turn around to see her tugging on Josh's jacket, not wanting to leave him.

🎸 Van has a meltdown when he spots Alex Turner again across the other side of the hospitality tent. "It's mad ain't it? He's just standing there eating chicken like a normal person!"

🎸 "He is a normal person!" You laugh, but Van's having none of it. "He's a genius! He bloody wrote Cornerstone!" You love the way he still gets starstruck when he comes face to face with one of his idols despite his own level of fame. His goofy 'uncool-ness' is one of the most endearing things about him.

🎸 Van's nervous about getting hassled by fans and would rather stay in the artist's area until Catfish's set but Grace begs her dad to come and watch Inhaler who are due to play in fifteen minutes. "Daddy you've got to come, you're way taller than mummy and I want to go on your shoulders.... I'll have a much better view... PLEASE!"

🎸 You're wary that a tantrum might be brewing but luckily Van relents when Larry turns up in a golf buggy to transport you all over to the main stage. "Thought we could travel in style!" He grins.

🎸 Van's in awe. "Ahh mate where did ya get that from? Bet ya nicked it off security didn't ya? What a legend!"

🎸 The kids immediately burst into cries of "Uncle Larry you're the best!" which is their usual response to seeing him. You all climb on to the hijacked buggy and you have to close your eyes most of the way as Larry swerves through the crowds, almost taking out a group of festival goers with his reckless driving. Only Larry could make travelling in a golf buggy a risky venture.

🎸 The Inhaler boys put on an amazing show and you're having the absolute best time dancing and laughing with your family. Leo is up on your shoulders and Grace is perched on Van's and you and your daughter are screaming out the lyrics at the tops of your lungs.

🎸 "Hold on a minute," Van shouts over the music, pretending to look dismayed. "How come I never hear you singing my music like that Gracie?"

🎸 Grace shakes her head, giggling. "Because your music's full of naughty words and mummy would tell me off if she heard me singing them!"

🎸 By the time the band are ready to go on stage everyone's excitement has reached monumental levels, especially Van who's so full of energy he looks like he's going to pop if he doesn't get out there soon. You've missed seeing him performing, before the kids came along you were always side of stage for shows.

🎸 You make sure the kids' ear defenders are in place just in time for Helter Skelter to blare out and it's a good job as the music's so loud you can feel the bass thrumming through you. Bob, Bondy and Benji give the kids high fives as they walk past and Van gives everyone a big hug and a kiss.

🎸 The crowd erupt into deafening screams, whistles and cheers as the lads emerge on to stage and your heart swells with pride. Even though they've not quite made it to the headline slot yet you know they'll make it one day. You recall watching them play the BBC Introducing Stage back in 2013 when you and Van had just started dating. Now there's tens of thousands of people out there all eager to see them play.

🎸 Leo's squirming around in your arms chanting "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" You have to hold on to him tight or you know he'll be making a break for it and toddling on to stage. Luckily Larry is there next to you to help distract him.

🎸 Grace is having the time of her life, shouting out the lyrics and playing air guitar. She's obviously been watching Van's performances closely as she's got his stage movements down perfectly.

🎸 The boys are playing a blinding set but you can't help worry that Van might lose his focus as he glances over at you regularly throughout. He only messes up the lyrics once during Hourglass but the fans are there to fill in for him and he beams over at you with a look of pure happiness. Hearing the fans singing his lyrics so passionately gets him every time.

🎸 You're a little overcome with emotion yourself, a stray tear escaping which Grace doesn't miss. "Why are you crying mummy, I thought you loved this song?" She throws her arms around your waist, hugging you tightly.

🎸 "That's why I'm crying sweetie," you tell her, stooping down to plant a kiss on her head. "Me and your dad wrote the lyrics together when he was touring a lot and I was missing him. It just reminds me of those days."

🎸 All in all the lads pull off a pretty seamless performance, dropping an atmospheric transition from Glasgow to Rango just as the sun starts to dip below the horizon. The fans are euphoric, the band haven't played Glasgow outside of Scotland in forever.

🎸 By the time the opening bars to Cocoon ring out Leo's fast asleep in his buggy but Grace is still going strong. "Forget it if they talk!" She cries out with gusto and you're thankful for the clean radio edit of her favourite song.

🎸 You and Van had argued many a time about whether Grace should be allowed to swear when singing his songs, Van's stance being that it would show her the importance of only using bad language at appropriate times as she grew up. You weren't happy with his controversial suggestion though. "Van... she's only five... no way!"

🎸 "Thank you Reading, we are Catfish and the Bottlemen, it's been an absolute pleasure!" Van shouts out his farewell line and you're expecting him to turn and walk off stage with the rest of the band but he lingers there, huge grin on his face as he looks over at you.

🎸 "She's probably gonna kill me for saying this but there's a few very special people here to watch the show tonight, Y/N, Grace and Leo!" You stand there in shock, frozen to the spot. This is unprecedented. You look out across the sea of faces in the crowd who are all cheering and going crazy, craning their necks to catch sight of the three people who Van dedicated the band's most recent album to.

🎸 You shrink into the shadows, overcome with embarrassment. Van's right... you are gonna kill him!

🎸 Before you even know what's happening Grace is slipping out from her spot between you and Larry and running on to the stage, arms held out wide as she barrels towards her dad who scoops her up into his arms.

🎸 The collective "AWWWWW!" from the crowd is deafening. A group of girls at the barrier are in floods of tears, recording the touching moment on their phones. Van looks fit to burst with pride as your eyes lock and you think you've just fallen in love with him a little more. Maybe you can forgive him after all.

🎸 Unfortunately Van's momentary lapse in concentration gives Grace the opportunity to grab hold of the microphone. Most kids would probably be overwhelmed at being on stage in front of such a mammoth audience but not your daughter who's inherited an over-confident and wilful streak a mile wide from her dad.

🎸 "Fuck it if they talk!" She croons into the mic, her note-perfect angelic voice ringing out across the stunned crowd. Van's jaw goes slack in shock as he snatches the mic out of her hands and quickly scuttles off stage with her in tow. The fans are going absolutely wild. They didn't even scream this loud when the band first emerged.

🎸 "Shit... am so sorry love, I wasn't expecting that to happen!" He blurts, looking at you sheepishly. Grace is grinning like a Cheshire Cat and the rest of the band are bent over double in fits of laughter. You note Bondy giving your daughter a surreptitious thumbs up.

🎸 It's quite obvious that Van thinks you'll be incensed but you actually think it's hilarious now the shock's fading away. You still manage to glare daggers at him for a few moments just to make him sweat before you break into laughter.

🎸 The next day your daughter's stage debut has gone viral and has practically overshadowed the band's phenomenal performance. It's possible that Catfish's already huge fanbase might have doubled overnight.

🎸 Van's overjoyed. "What did I tell ya love? I always said she had star quality. Takes after her dad ya know!"

#dad van #catb imagines #van mccann #van mccann x reader #au fanfic #vanfic

[magician-kitty]

Tragedy

CW: Miscarriage

"Macaque?"

"What's up Hon?"

"I have something to tell you." Wukong sat on the bed, tucking his legs on top of the sheets. He had a silly smile on his face that made a total idiot of him. He alternated between biting his lip and fiddling with his tail.

"Oh yeah?" He asked distractedly.

"Mm-hmm." He confirmed, with her grin getting wider. Macaque blinked at his husband, trying to make sense of his unexpected good mood.

"Well?"

"Uh, remember back on our journey for the rings, and we campsite?"

"Yeah, I remember. I was there." He replied rolling his eyes. Wukong sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, and do you remember what we did after everyone went to sleep?" He attempted again, Macaque had to think back for a minute before it suddenly clicked to him, It was after the team had came back from the moon from Chang'e.

"Yeah, I remember now," He chuckled, trying to ease the blush that formed in his cheeks. "I remember I was giving it too you good~"

The Monkey King growled, starting losing patience and fast. "Cmon I’m being serious right now.”

"What wrong then?" He asked, noticing he wasn’t kidding around anymore.

"I, Uhh....Well, Do I look different?" He asked holding her arms out. He knew he looked different because apparently MK knew weeks before he did.

"Different?" He asked, cocking his head. Good gracious he reminded him like a kitty cat sometimes.

"You know, bigger in some key places." He looked her over once. Wukong crossed his arms.

"Aw peaches, are you asking me if you're fat? Cause you have put on some weight, but nothing I don't like. You could afford a little softness."

"I'm not fat, stupid, I'm pregnant!" Well, that hadn't gone as planned. They just stared at each other for a good five minutes; Then he saw Macaque start to wobble and could only watch as he fell backwards, in the ground.

Wukong sighed loudly. "Well that could have gone better."

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For real, You're Pregnant!?"

Macaque winced at the shout of MK's shouting and ran a hand towards his ears to soothingly massaged them. After he told him, Wukong insisted on telling MK and others, and just as he thought—They were beyond thrilled about the news.

"Yep, I sure am bud." Wukong looked down at his stomach and smiled affectionately has he placed a hand on his lower abdomen. Macaque smiled and embraced his partner, giving him a light peck on his cheek and nuzzled him has he purred.

MK couldn't hold back her excitement any longer, she goes over to hug the happy couple, carefully avoiding his abdomen. "I'm so happy for you and Macaque! I can't wait to meet the baby!" Wukong grinned and happily hugged back, Macaque also.

Monkey King then he noticed something about MK and leans close to her, "There's something different about you, bud. You're glowing," He gazed into MK's face "And you smell different, sweeter even. He then started sniffing MK's neck, making her face red.

"Peaches, stop!" He pulled the pregnant monkey back, MK pulled away. "Easy, easy..." she cooed. "I prefer not having my kid hurt, okay?"

Both Monkeys blinked, MK gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes went big and wide. "Oops." She whispered.

"Say what?"

Oh Well, the cat was out of the bag now. MK couldn't help her excitement anyway, leading one of Wukong's hands down to her stomach. It was still flat, but still. Beginning to firm with child.

"Me and Red Son are having a baby," she admitted in a near hush.

Standing there astonished, Wukong stared at his young successor, MK--who the great sage views as his own little cub, pregnant!?

Tears began to roll down his cheeks. "I don't...I don't know what to say," He whimpered. "I'm so happy for you, sweetie!" He pulled her back into a hug, nuzzling his face into hers.

But there was one thing one his mind right now. 'I'm gonna kill that little bastard!'

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The two husbands slept peacefully has sunlight came through the window from the rising sun. Macaque was spooning Wukong and sighed blissfully has he nuzzled his face at the back of Wukong's head and Wukong purred at the action has he went back to sleep.

But the peaceful moment was interrupted when Wukong snapped awake feeling completely nauseous has he covered his mouth then sprung out of the bed and zoomed into their bathroom and hunched over the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach.

"I hate Mondays…" He groaned before vomiting again some more. Macaque came into the bathroom and rubbed his back soothingly

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Bàba! We made something for you!" Three adorable voices shouted.

Wukong's ears twitched when he heard someone coming towards him, He looked up to see Bai He and the twins walking towards him carrying a heavy basket. When they arrived, they both had smiles on their faces which also made him smile.

My my, how time flies. It seemed like yesterday there were only little kids that his husband brought home.

Not to mention when they officially adopted Bai He, she started going through some, changes. And by changes I mean growing a monkey tail.

"Hey, you little troublemakers, what's up?" He asked

Bai He giggled, "We know you're feeling a bit annoyed since Father won't let you do anything, Sooo..." She trailed off.

"We thought we'd all cheer you up by giving you this!" The three of them set a heavy basket down and removed the cloth to behold a cake inside the basket.

A peach flavored Cake, go figure.

"Oooh..." He covered her mouth with his paws, eyes getting all watery. Thank you cubs!~" He picked all three of them up in hugs, smooching their faces, much to their dismay.

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"Hey there little one~"

Macaque almost choked as tears starting to fall down his face, he rested his face on his peaches swollen stomach that carries their precious cargo inside. "I'm your Dad, And I can’t wait to meet you~"

His tail wagged happily and let's out happy chirps when he felt those tiny kicks. Macaque got up then kissed Wukong, who happily returned. They broke away and leaned against his shoulder.

"I love you, Peaches~"

"I love you too, Sugarplum~"

You know, it really seemed like everything would turn out wonderful, but unfortunately.....

Life tends to turn into bad directions.

Wukong woke up one morning, he felt like something was amiss. He got up and went into the bathroom, He felt a nerve wrecking pain in his stomach.

He pulled down his pants and saw….

A pool of blood running down his legs. A look of terror spread across his face.

"Macaque! Macaque!" He screamed, waking up his husband. Macaque woken up from his slumber from his cries. "Peaches what's-" he gasped at the sight of him.

"Get help! Please!" He cried, crying out excruciating pain as he held his stomach, In a sheer of panic Macaque took him in his arms and opened a portal.

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No, No!!

It not fair!! Everything was going to well, It wasn't supposed to be like this.

The Monkey King sat on the bathroom floor crying, The shower water ran over his body. The pain; the only thing the water couldn't wash away.

He....he had lost the baby.

When Macaque had taken him to the Bull Palace, he wanted Iron Fan to look over him. After a while she had told everyone--MK and the others had tagged along, the devastating news.

"I'm afraid that The Monkey King has suffered a miscarriage." Was what she said.

The water began to turn ice cold even though he didn't want to leave the spot he'd had curled up in, Tears still streaming down your face, he hugged himself tighter.

Everyone figured that since what happened between The Lady Bone Demon, his body couldn’t handle the stress.

But still. Why did this happened. He was doing so well. He was finally doing something right for once.

And now, now...

He didn't even flinched when he felt Macaque pulling him out the shower and into his arms trying to comfort him.

"Why, Mac...Why?" He mumbled, burying his face in his husband chest, he felt his lips against his forehead.

"I...I dunno hon, I just don't know." He whispered as he continued to cry, rested his head against his chest as Macaque stared at the wall in front of him.

They both stood in silence. There was nothing to be said or done.

#lego monkie kid #tales of the monkey princess #lmk macaque #lmk monkey king #lmk shadowpeach #miscarrying #writing

[fluffypotatey]

Okay I talked enough about Macky, time to balance it out but s4 y’all like that was DEVIOUS they showed the Specific Macky Scene where he’s tied up in the unalivement by his own shadows (I think) it’s like the only similar thing so like, Wukong remembers that? for a split second with the melting blue face it almost seemed like Macky was crying, also oof, he sounded more distressed than angry, well anyways and then we have even MORE evil stuff like the DIALOGUE “you’re nothing” “what have you done? “Monkey! No violence!” and that last line? It’s so much closer to the ear, and when Wukong goes “no!” right after that ohohoho that was SOOO on purpose, and can we PLEASE talk about the special where he gives that hero speech because daaaaang I love them turning it on our heads like that bc Wukong is well, he ain’t lying, in fact I’m bouncing up and down how it’s Ink MK he’s talking to and the fact this is their way of representing Wukong battling against his own mind. “I know you don’t really believe that.” Okay but he’s TRYING and I both love that and relate to it. And when he calls everyone his friends MMMM Wukong’s key characterization can sometimes be so subtle but if you CATCH THE VIBES you can think so hard about it, like they REALLY just had to crush him like that in the middle of that speech? and then how he has to bring it all back in a shower of gold and power, yeah buddy, I still don't think you're okay! I love Macky whump as much as the next person, but boi do I love Wukong's entire hero/mentor/flawed humane character dilemma too. hook line and sinker, you can pull me in with him kicking butt and you can pull me in with the angst and excitement from that heroic visage, one can only be trapped as the legendary savior until I start cackling over fourth wall breaking their lives and sad little situation, oh buddy does the narrative praise you! what an untouchable hero you are. get up, again again again- you can't retire :D this is "past catching up with you" done RIGHT. because it's just him. becoming a different person, maturing, and nobody is here to drag him down to hell. it's still just himself. and everything he was never able to fully work through, the idea of him everyone still holds when they see him, and, most of that stuff came after the journey, so he got new issues as he became "the good guy" the hero for centuries, what a polished stone monkey right? but the consequences of all those experiences on his new personality...nobody would see some of those things as a problem. like his accepted loneliness when MK thinks to see the fireworks with his friends. the serene smile as Wukong just looks away. yeah okay, you became the great sage, you got wisdom pal, and it's such a smiling sad look on you!

stop reading my mind 🤧

NO BUT HIS SMILE!!!!! HIS SMILE IS ALWAYS HAS A TOUCH OF SADNESS!!!! THERE IS A WEIGHT THERE!!!!!

he makes all these off-handed comments like they are jokes and moves to a different topic so fast that you forget about them—BUT NOT ME I REMEMBER!!!! THEY ARE BURNED INTO MY MIND AND THEY HAUNT ME

because it was never just an “off-handed” comment. no, no, no! lmk doesn’t play by those rules. even the tiniest details or throwaway jacket style is picked carefully for foreshadowing purposes.

AND WUKONG IS FULL OF THEM!!! HIS LINES, HIS MANNERISMS, HIS FUCKING OMISSIONS!!!

*ugly crying* this monkey is killing me 🫠

#‘meditate on the fact that i am an immortal being WHO WILL NEVER DIE!’ <- strike 1 and what piqued my interest #WHICH WAS THEN CALLED BACK IN S4 SPECIAL: ‘i have been alive for a long LONG time’ #‘no you’re just loud’ <- strike 2 (rewatching s1 bc i got distracted by finals) that’s an astute observation you got there swk 👀 #‘you should’ve stayed buried’ <-STRIKE THREEEEEEEE #AND STRIKE 4: when he closes his telepathic call with MK in ep2 and his smile FALLS #I FUCKING KNEW YOU HAD LAYERS AND I WAS DELIGHTED #lmk #lmk sun wukong #asks #anon forgive me for not touching on everything you mentioned but know that imma as unwell about them as you are #also it’s ok you can say kill & death & shit #no need for unalive