#yes I KNOW their feet have little claws but so do cats and we still let them do that

[robindaydream]

Saw pictures of velvet worms on my dash again and now I'm thinking about how nice it would be if they were big and liked to be pet. And maybe they'd crawl on your lap and knead on you with their nubby little feet before curling up into a cute little spiral. They're purring also.

#bugs cw -- #not TECHNICALLY but just to be safe #yes I KNOW their feet have little claws but so do cats and we still let them do that #apparently they're also social?? I didn't fucking know that that's wild

[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 ༻

This recurring nightmare of Raphaels death haunts you each night, now you find yourself question Haarlep and believe they have something to do with it all. Tav is a sorceress with royal red draconic bloodline.

Angst - Death - Comfort - slight NSFW

You’ve been having the same nightmare over and over the past month… A vision of Mephistopheles holding a bloodied Raphael by a broken wing, ready to consume him. It haunts your very existence, each night you stir in your sleep only to awake to clammy skin and a bead of sweat descending from your temple. Your breath always ragged as if you’ve been running for hours non stop… Your body twisting hastily to see that Raphael is still next to you in your shared bed. During the nights he chooses to not be at your side at night your anxiety looms until you’re finally forced out of bed to go looking for him around his house of hope.

Whenever you come to find him he’s usually reading or writing in his diary, and when you see him sitting there quietly, his face at ease… That’s when it dwells in your soul, the deepest longing for him. You can’t help but to crawl in his lap, can’t help but to flick your tongue against his neck, to grind yourself into him; wanting nothing more than for both your bodies to become one and to make sure he is very much still alive.

“This little mouse of yours, she feels your claws within her heart, and when you’re away it only tears apart.” Your voice soft like a sweet whisper, Raphael can’t help but to hum in response as he closes his eyes to listen.

“If only I could make you feel the pain you cause me when you aren’t around, then maybe you would begin to see-.” You lean back in his lap, your eye’s glassed over as you put one of his stray hairs back in place, “That this 'Cat and Mouse' is not a game for those in love should play.”

Raphael’s chocolate eyes bore into yours, with a voice ever so amused before it becomes stern, “Love, my delight? …My torture.” His face scrunches, his brows creasing in disapproval. Yet you can see you satisfy a need he has despite trying to hide it.

He never questions why you seek him out looking so dejected at night. Raphael only thinks that it’s because you’ve become desperate for his touch once more. He enjoys how you come crawling to him, enjoys the way you ride him until he’s rutting into you.

Walking into the boudoir, you spot Haarlep staring out at the red world from the balcony, watching the hells with that oh so famous smirk of theirs playing on their face. You didn’t trust them, never had and never will. There’s something about Haarlep, you know for a fact they loathe Raphael. Every time they have spoken to you about him only malice comes from their tongue. They would constantly question your sanity as to why you would willingly choose to stay here.

Standing a few feet behind Haarlep, you decide it’s time to speak your mind, “You were a gift from his father, Mephistopheles, right?”

“Oh my my, what do we have here? A little lost pet seeking answers that they already know, but alas I will tell you what you wish to know once more. Yes, I was a gift. Bound to Raphael as a distraction.”

Your eyes say it all but your lips move so that Haarlep truly knows how you feel, “That’s what worries me.”

Haarlep laughs, striding over to you, “You’ve been having nightmares, haven’t you? I’ve heard you at night, moans escaping you as you toss and turn, not out of pleasure but agony.” Their thumb strokes under your left eye, “The bags under your eyes prove it, mouse.”

You move your head to the side in disgust to shake his fingers from your skin. Hells you couldn’t stand the way Haarlep calls you mouse, mockingly. Your lip curls under, your eyes hard as you look up at the incubus. All you want is to tell them to stay away from Raphael, that you fear Haarlep has been feeding Mephistopheles intel on the both of you… and that it would lead to the nightmare you’ve been having.

The incubus’s smugness grows, his violating eyes reading you as if you were an open book, “It bothers you, doesn’t it? That you can’t tell me to stay away. Not out of jealousy, but love and protection. You can’t order me around and that angers you. Hahaha, oh if only he would make you the lady of this house, then maybe?”

You bite your lip in vexation, but a wave of calmness takes over you. You are no sheep, you are a dragon. Not just any dragon either, you are the ancient red dragon's daughter and you will not let a mere incubus laugh in your face.

All it takes is one step forward for you to be in their face, you can feel Haarleps breath on your face, feel the heat radiate from them, “I will not hesitate to burn you to ash. Test me slave and it will be your fall.” The fire in your eyes burns bright, your breath controlled and your form daring Haarlep to say something smart. You love Raphael, support his goals and wish to see them through. You’ll help him get the crown of Karsuss, and you’ll stand by him even if it costs you your own throne.

Turning on your heels you make your way out of the boudoir, unbeknownst to you that a certain devil named Raphael was listening the whole time…

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate #raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael x reader #Raphael bg3 x reader #raphael x tav #haarlep #haarlep bg3

[captain-mj]

You know the alien au? Do you have something like that for Korangi?

Hell yeah!! Koenig is the same species as Ghost because I'm lazy but Horangi is different. No need to read the other one

Koenig felt very ashamed of himself. But his needs were... growing. He had started to get more and more irritability. He wanted a mate. Or at least someone to fuck.

It was shameful, to need to pay like this. But he had gotten desperate.

A friend had given him the suggestion after he had bared his teeth at some innocent deer people. They had been chewing and exposing their chests and their stupid little tails kept twitching around and it got the parts of his brain that were horny and hungry all confused.

The matron showed him different pictures of pretty creatures. He saw one and felt his mouth start to water. "That one."

"Horangi. He's a bit pricey."

"Whatever he wants. I'll pay it." Koenig nodded. "I need him for three nights."

"We charge hourly."

Koenig groaned. "Fine. One night. Eight hours. Then if I want more I can just buy?"

"Yes. As many hours as you want. Though, I'm sure he could wear you out. I always suggest hourly."

"No, I need longer."

The matron paused and nodded. "Alright. I'll get the bill for you."

It was steep, but Koenig made more than enough money and didn't find many things to waste it on. This was more than worth every penny. "Can I bring him to my place? Or does it have to be here?"

"He has to stay here. He owes money and he can't leave until he's done."

Koenig felt unsettled by that, but he nodded. "Fine. I'll make do."

He let the matron know about his... requirements. She took them all down and nodded. "You'll have him tomorrow."

All of this led Koenig to this moment right here. Where Horangi was in a bed, blindfolded so Koenig could slip off his hood, and "very well" prepped. His legs were slightly spread and his hands were next to his head. Giant cat like ears with tufts on the end listened intently to Koenig walking around. His cock sat on his tummy, half hard and twitching as Koenig stared at him.

Koenig wondered if he had not been informed of their size difference. He put a hand on his hip, watching his long fingers wrap around him. Horangi was roughly six feet two inches and toned, but Koenig was large. He was on the larger size of an already large species.

One of his thick fingers, claws filed to be smooth and not sharp, slid into him. Definitely slick enough, but not good enough. He could finger him, of course, but the problem with that was his claws. Even filed, he doubted they'd be very comfortable.

So Koenig picked Horangi up like a doll and started to lick at him.

Horangi jerked and hit his shoulders. "Not even a hello first??" He stopped struggling and moaned loudly the moment Koenig's tongue breached him. He started to lap slowly, letting the sandpaper texture of his tongue tug at his sensitive body.

Koenig closed his eyes. Horangi's top half hit the pillows as the rest of him stayed in the air, legs over his shoulders. He had a sweet taste to him. Perfect for what Koenig needed him for.

Koenig continued until he dripped and seemed loose enough. Horangi had started to squeeze his thighs around his head which drove him fucking wild. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper with every squeeze before abruptly pulling away.

Horangi's legs shivered and his cock was now at full attention.

Koenig didn't want to talk. It was bothersome and unnatural. Still, he swallowed thickly. "Hello. Where is your lube?"

Horangi shivered at the way he spoke and pointed to the drawer.

Koenig retrieved it and grabbed Horangi's ankles, forcing him up and exposing his hole again.

"What are you do- Cold!!" Horangi squirmed when Koenig put a generous glob directly on to him. "A little warning."

Koenig grunted, worried if he spoke too much now he'd ruin everything. All of his blood was also rushing to his cock and he was sure if he didn't get some relief soon, he'd go insane. He poured more on his own cock and put one of his hands around Horangi's throat.

Horangi tilted his head back. "getting your money's worth huh?"

Koenig pushed in, feeling Horangi tense when the head popped in. He groaned a little, hands flying to Koenig's shoulders. His fingers searched over his shoulders, over his face, down his chest.

"Wait what ar-"

Koenig shoved more into him, whimpering at the tightness. The pressure was so intense and it was so slick. He rolled his hips to try to work his way deeper.

Horangi gasped and dug his nails in, almost immediately drawing blood. "Fuck, fuck, so big."

Koenig paused, burying his face in his neck. He pressed in tight and after a moment, resumed his rocking.

Deeper. More. His body begged for Horangi to just let him in. It was his fault, maybe he should've ignored his attraction and picked a species more compatible.

Oh dear. Horangi would probably be terrified knowing he was being bedded by such a horrid creature. Koenig would make sure he stayed blindfolded and hopefully too pleasured to think too much about it.

The subject of his thoughts chose that time to sob, back arching a little. "Sorry, haven't had this big in a while. Take what you need."

Koenig snarled loudly, making him jump in his arms. Bigger? Take anyway? He rocked faster, trying desperately to fit all of himself. He took his time, making sure Horangi wasn't in pain with each inch.

Horangi's mouth opened. Sharp teeth meant for eating fish and a nice soft pink tongue. Koenig licked into his mouth, tasting him again.

Sweet.

Finally, after so much pushing and pulling, it fit. Horangi had a small dent in his tummy and seemed half awake, though if Koenig went too still for too long, he started to rock back on him, trying to get him to move.

Koenig gripped his hips hard and swallowed hard. "I am going to pull out now. Might feel weird."

"Why?"

He answered by just starting to pull out.

Horangi groaned and whined at the feeling. There was a texture that dragged along his sensitive walls, meant for making sure there was nothing in his mate but him. That he'd be bred by Koenig and only Koenig.

Another slow push in, another slow pull out. Horangi came all over himself, sobbing. His species was so expressive.

Koenig sped up and started to seek his own pleasure. He tried to get as deep as he could, breaking Horangi down.

All his thoughts were consumed by the idea of making Horangi drunk off pleasure. Only able to sit there and take and take and take.

Horangi clawed at his back and moaned loudly. "Fuck, not so fast. Not so deep."

"Please, please." Koenig pressed his face in his neck and rutted into him. "Inside, yes? Can I come inside?"

Horangi hit his shoulders. "Fine, fine, yes. Come on." He felt Koenig shudder and finish deep inside him.

Koenig wasn't even close to done, as Horangi would be unfortunate enough to learn.

He sobbed hard into the pillows, face now pressed against it as Koenig took him from behind. He had lost count of both how many times they finished and the time. There was no possible way it had just been eight hours. It felt like months.

Torture of the sweetest kind.

“Please, keep talking to me, please.” Horangi was pretty sure he was going insane. It felt good, so good and there was nothing to ground him. Just unrelenting, uncaring pounding right into his sweet spot. There was nothing to look at, nothing to listen to other than the sound of skin against his own and the embarrassingly wet sounds of his own body. All there was, was the sensation of touch. Even his taste and sense of smell were full of this evil, awful man who had done what many had tried but none had succeeded to do. Make Horangi beg.

As yet another orgasm was wrung out of him, he felt Koenig cum again without a word. It had started dripping down his legs, but Koenig just pushed it back into him when ever he took breaks between rounds. Koenig took breaks. He usually teased Horangi’s body with bites, nibbles and little licks over his sensitive tummy until he felt ready to continue his war path against Horangi’s body.

"Thirsty." Horangi whined out and Koenig sprung to action, quickly rearranging them so Horangi was in his lap. He brought a cup of water to his lips and helped him drink it down. "Thank you."

Koenig hummed. He seemed to lose more and more of his vocabulary as they went on. It was difficult to form words.

A knock on the door.

His eight hours were up.

He shoved Horangi down and took a good look at what he had done to him. He grunted in satisfaction and then slapped his ass lightly.

"Paying for two more days."

Horangi groaned but neither of them missed the way his ass shifted up slightly to give Koenig a better view. It was a stupid amount of money to blow on a whore. He didn’t think it was possible for him to survive the next two days, but… it was a lot of money and he doubted Koenig could keep this pace up for 48 more hours.

Right?

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König

[ghoulsister1]

The Cat's Meow

Captain Kuro x Female!Reader. (One Piece Netflix Series) Fluff. Suggestive content. Reader is part of The Black Cat Pirates. Secret relationship. Reader is Captain Kuro's First Mate. ☆Set before the events of Syrup Village☆

Ever since you were little, you always wanted to set sail across the seas, to see the many wonders that lies beyond the horizon and have many wonderful adventures, so that you always had a new tale to tell to the other pirates, sailors and fishermen in the local restaurants and taverns. You're family had other ideas, which is why you fled and snuck on aboard a ship one night, just in time too as the ship was just leaving port, bound and sailing wherever it's Captain wished it to go.

It wasn't until you were found by the crew that you realised you weren't on any ship, you were on the ship of the Black Cat Pirates and now, the crew was dragging you by the scruff of the neck of your clothing to their Captain, the feared Captain Kuro.

You gulped as Butchi dropped you to the floor inside the Captain's quarters, you had heard stories of Kuro and his deadly claws and ability to move so fast and quietly, like a ghost. You also heard of his ruthlessness and you shivered as Butchie and Sham addressed their Captain.

"Captain Kuro sir! We found this dirty stowaway on-board the ship" Bellowed Butchie.

"Yes, she was sneaking about below deck like a rat in our food stock" Hissed Sham.

"Wait I can explain...!" You Cried but flinched as Sham hissed at you, baring her teeth.

Captain Kuro stood up and walked over to where you were and you felt yourself tremble, knowing this how you will die, by the claws of the ferocious Captain Kuro.

"What are you doing sneaking on board my ship and why?" Asked Captain Kuro, looking down at you with a sneer as you froze upon seeing the long, sharp claws he wielded. You couldn't answer, the words gone as you just couldn't stop staring at the deadly clawed gloves and knowing that's what's going to kill you.

"Answer the Captain!" Shouted Butchi, making you jump at the sudden sound of his voice and you began to babble.

"I'm sorry I snuck aboard, I had no choice! There was no where for me to go as my family will find me! I just wanted to see the world, sail the seas and live you know? I just jumped onto the first ship I saw leaving port and well, here I am" You Babbled, tears welling up in your eyes.

Captain Kuro and the two crewmates listened to your explanation without a word.

"Please forgive me Captain Kuro! I know you must be suspicious but believe me when I say I come with no ill intent to you or your crew. You may do what you wish with me. Maroon me on an island, drop me at the next port or anything! But please don't take me back to my family, please" You Pleaded, tearfully.

Captain Kuro said nothing, just looked at you with cold, calculating eyes before smirking.

"So, a run away from home? Wanted to be rebellious? Be a pirate? *tsk!* You have no idea what you are getting into young lady" Remarked Captain Kuro with a tut. You said nothing, just kept still in the spot you were dropped in.

"Very well, we are far from the port now and I'm not turning the ship around to drop off some runaway brat!" Spoke Captain Kuro with a sneer as he ordered you to stand up on your feet, which did on shaky legs, still unsure if you were gonna die or not.

"Welcome on board, little stowaway! Don't expect this to be a 5-star cruise. You will be part of my crew now. You will work to earn your keep on this ship, if the crew works you work. I don't tolerate slacking from my crew and I will not tolerate it from you. Do you understand?" Asked Captain Kuro, glaring at you.

"Yes Captain" You Replied nervously, nodding your head.

Captain Kuro smirked at you as you addressed him as "Captain".

"Good. Learning already. Right little brat, go with Butchi and Sham, they'll show you where you will sleep tonight. We have some cheese and bread, you'll have that to eat tonight. Tomorrow you work" Ordered Captain Kuro sternly.

"Yes Captain. Thank you Captain Kuro" You Said, grateful. Captain Kuro waved you off with a slight sneer and you left the Captain's quarters with Butchi and Sham.

At the first light of dawn, your new life began on board The Bezan Black. You swabbed the decks, helped unload and load cargo, helped cook meals, fished and hunted, helped the crew in every way you could. Along the way you gradually earned your new crewmates's respect, especially Butchi and Sham. You really earned their respect during an attack by Marines.

You had picked up a sword and thanks to your rich family's upbringing of horseriding and fencing, you fought off three Marines much to the surprise of Butchi and Sham, even to the surprise of Captain Kuro who was impressed by your swordfighting. Thanks to that, Butchi and Sham saw you as a Black Cat Pirate and on a full moon night with a sea calm and quiet, you were fully made an official Black Cat Pirate.

As a pirate, you did see wonders and had some adventures that you were proud to be part of. You sought and found treasures, saw amazing sights and of course had epic battles, mostly with Marines.

During all that, you moved up through the ranks in the crew. Captain Kuro saw you as reliable, diligent and cunning. He admired that in a person and in his crew. So when Captain Kuro made you First Mate, everyone was surprised but were happy except for Jango, who was Captain Kuro's original First Mate. But Captain Kuro had made his decision and he expected his crew to respect that.

You and the feared Captain kept things professional. Until he kissed you in his quarters during a celebration after a successful raid. You kissed him back and soon you two began your relationship, but in secret. Captain Kuro wanted to keep his image and status as a ruthless and fearsome pirate Captain in front of his crew and enemies. You respected that and both of you would carry on the image of feared Captain and his loyal First Mate in front of the crew and enemies, but behind closed doors you and him were lovers who would spend many wonderful nights in each other's arms, everything around you two disappearing till it felt like it was only just you and him in the world.

One year or two had passed and you smiled as you thought back to the night you were taken in by the Black Cat Pirates, became part of their feared crew evening earn a new name in the process and becoming "Hellcat" instead of Y/N. But with Kuro and behind the locked door of the Captain's quarters, Kuro still called you Y/N.

"Something on your mind, my kitten?" Asked Kuro raising an eyebrow and smirking at you. You smiled at him and approached him.

"Was thinking about the night I snuck onto the Bezan Black and I was introduced to you and the Black Cat Pirates" You Recalled as Kuro gave a chuckle at that.

"Ah yes, you were just a bratty stowaway sneaking about my ship like a stray kitten" Teased Kuro and you gave a giggle, nudging him as he laughed softly.

"Hey, I wasn't that bratty" You Teased.

"But look at you now, a proud member of my crew" Remarked Kuro smiling.

"And your lover" You Added as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to kiss you passionately and you eagerly returned it. Things were about to go further until a bang on the door broke the spell.

You and Kuro pulled away to straighten yourselves up before Kuro unlocked the door and Jango rushed in, he looked haggard and panic-stricken but he looked at you as you made yourself busy by looking at a map, glaring at Jango when he stared at you.

"Something you care to report Jango?" You Asked sternly.

"What's she doing in here?" Asked Jango, shocked. Kuro glared and his face darkened.

"She is helping me map out potential raids and coming up with a strategic approach to each one. Why? She's my First Mate! Are you here to tell me something or waste time?" Asked Captain Kuro, snarling.

"Captain! Marines have been spotted and are fast approaching!" Jango Cried. You looked up at that, shocked and Kuro looked annoyed.

"Marines? Again? That's the third time this month! Jango, prepare the crew and wait for me outside! Now!" Ordered Captain Kuro and Jango fled outside to get the crew.

You turned and saw Kuro, he was annoyed but also looked tired. You frowned, you've seen Kuro was looking more tired these days, especially with the Marines constantly attacking.

"Kuro?" You Asked, worried as you approached him. He looked at you tiredly but embraced you nonetheless.

"These Marines keep coming for us, for me. They won't stop till they have me. It's getting tiring my dear, quite tiring" Kuro Replied softly.

"What will we do?" You Asked.

"I have a plan my kitten. I've been planning this for months. It will work perfectly and it will make the Marines never bother us again" Explained Kuro, smirking as he recalled his plan.

"You are called 'Kuro Of A Hundred Plans' for a reason my dear" You Remarked and you both shared a smile.

"First though, I must deal with the Marines. Then our plan can begin" Declared Kuro as he pushed his glasses up with his palm.

A crescent moon hung in the sky that night, the Marines never stood a chance against your beloved Captain Kuro. By the time you and rest of the Black Cat Pirates arrived, only one Marine was left alive though badly wounded. Kuro stood amongst the bodies of the Marines, the deck covered in blood, bodies and giant claw marks.

"Now, we can begin our plan Jango. But first, Hellcat! A word in private" Shouted Captain Kuro and you followed Kuro to a private corner.

"Listen to me my dear and listen good. I must stay here with Jango to set the plan in motion. There's a boat for you to get you back to the nearest settlement or town, Butchi and Sham will escort you" Explained Kuro.

"Will Butchi and Sham come with me to shore?" You Asked. Kuro frowned.

"They will only see you off, they must stay with me" Replied Kuro.

"But wait, what about you? Will you join me?" You Asked, worry growing as Kuro's eyes filled with a strange sadness as he gazed at you.

"You will be coming with me, right? My love?" You Asked, feeling dread seep in to your heart.

"I will join you on shore when everything is ready. Butchi and Sham too" Replied Kuro.

"You promise me Kuro?" You Warned, feeling afraid to leave Kuro's side.

"I promise you kitten. I promise" Kuro Vowed and with a quick kiss you two parted ways.

Butchi and Sham lead you to the boat. You got in the boat and looked ahead to see the lights of the nearby town.

"Goodbye Hellcat" Cried Sham as you began to row. You waved at the two.

"I'll see you on the shore!" You Shouted, smiling but you frowned as Butchi and Sham waved at you sadly, Butchi shaking his head.

You reached the shore and landed. You watched the two ships, anxious and wondering what was Kuro's plan to get rid of the Marines.

Hours passed until you saw the Marine ship sailing. You frowned as you looked over at the Bezan Black which stood still and dark. Fear flooded into your brain, but you still held out hope that your crewmates and beloved Captain were safe.

But as the Marine ship sailed into the night, you heard a voice shouting from the ship. You listened closely and your heart sank upon hearing a somewhat familiar voice shouting loud and proud from the deck of the ship.

"I AM CAPTAIN KURO OF THE BLACK CAT PIRATES!" Echoed throughout followed by the gruff voice of a Marine shouting: "I HAVE SINGLE-HANDEDLY DEFEATED THE BLACK CAT PIRATES!"

Your heart shattered at hearing those words and you clutched your chest, tears welling up as you let out a loud wail and you sobbed as you sat upon the sands of the beach. You mourned for Butchi and Sham. You mourned for the Black Cat Pirates who were not only your crewmates but also a family to you.

And most of all, you mourned for your beloved Captain and love, Kuro.

Syrup Village. Present Day.

You looked over at the flyer you found pinned up in one the establishments.

"Maid Wanted.

We are currently looking for a woman who has experience in cooking and domestic tasks. If interested, please go to this address for further details."

You were looking for a decent bit of work to make some money. Despite no longer being part of a crew, your inner Black Cat Pirate never died, despite being the only living member of the fearsome pirates. You had a few run ins with Marines and recently a brush with some Arlong Pirates but you held your own against them.

As you arrived at the address you were greeted by a ram like man called Merry.

"Ah! Hello there miss!" Greeted Merry.

"Uh hello there. I'm here about the job" You Replied handing Merry the flyer. He smiled at that and took inside the grand house.

"Oh Miss Kaya will be delighted that you've accepted! Oh Miss Kaya! We have a lady here who wishes to apply for the job!" Cried Merry happily. You told Merry your name and he smiled.

"Just out of curiosity, did you work previously?" Asked Merry politely. You smiled warmly.

"Only on a ship. I was a cook and I sometimes cleaned the decks. That's all" You Replied as you remembered that beautiful ship, the Bezan Black fondly.

Suddenly Kaya made her appearance and she wasn't alone. She was standing with a butler of sorts, but your heart stopped upon seeing him.

"Miss Y/N, this is Miss Kaya. And with Miss Kaya is our finest butler, Klahadore!" Announced Merry happily.

Klahadore stared at you and you stared at him.

"No...it can't be....y..you were captured....and you....were executed!" You Thought as you stared at Klahadore who then smirked at you and shot you a wink.

"It is you.....Kuro!" You Thought with pure joy, tears nearly welling up your eyes. You composed yourself and introduced yourself.

"What a lovely name!" Bubbled Kaya smiling at you sweetly.

"A charming name for a charming lady" Replied Klahadore, smiling at you and making your heart race.

"Miss Y/N tells me she worked on a ship, just like you Klahadore!" Recalled Merry.

"How interesting" Remarked Klahadore, smirking at you.

After introductions, Klahadore offered to show you around privately. Once alone, you both embraced each other in a loving, passionate kiss. Tears of happiness streamed down your face as you were finally reunited with your beloved.

"Oh Kuro! I thought you were captured! I thought everyone was gone!" You Sobbed as Kuro held you in his arms.

"Oh my sweet kitten, I'm sorry for causing you such distress. But I was afraid that there was a possibility of the plan going astray, which is why I sent you away to avoid any repercussions. Thankfully my plan didn't fail. But I'm sorry my love you had to bear such a pain" Explained Kuro pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Where are the others?" You Asked.

"Oh, they will come soon. This is all part of my plan. Now that you are here, we can really start" Recalled Kuro smirking.

"Does this plan involve separation?" You Asked, anxiety skyrocketing.

"No. Not anymore. My sweet kitten, we'll never be apart again" Promised Kuro.

"Promise me?" You Asked unsure.

"Promise" Assured Kuro and you two shared a deep kiss.

Kaya's parents set up a room for you to sleep in but you always snuck off to Kuro's room and sleep there, in his arms just like the days when you and him sailed upon the sea.

But you knew Kuro's plan was just beginning and you both smiled as Kuro plotted his next move. You snuggled closer to him, happy to be back with your beloved Kuro.

#one piece #one piece netflix #kuro one piece #captain kuro #captain kuro x reader one piece #kuro one piece live action #fanfiction #black cat pirates #kuro and the black cat pirates

[clangenrising]

Month 11 - Leafbare

“It’s getting worse out,” said Jagg, staring out over the fields. Ghost nodded and shuffled his feet to shake some feeling into his toes. The horizon was a hazy white blur, the mountains a smudge of grey barely visible through the falling snow that continued to amass on the grass and the trees and the distant houses. 

“We should get started on some snow dens,” he said, mostly to himself. 

Jagg looked over at him, her pretty silver pelt shimmering under the flakes adorning it, and tilted her head in confusion. “Snow dens?” she asked. 

“They’re burrows in the snow,” Ghost laughed, enamored by her naivete. “They’re for keeping warm in. We’ll need them if we’re going to stay out here and watch the front.” 

“Gotcha,” she said with a nod, filing the thought away behind her yellow eyes. They reminded him of Miss Smoke’s. “Do you think you could show me how?” 

“To keep warm?” he rumbled suggestively as he leaned in to her. “How could I say no?” She laughed nervously and shoved him away - all in good fun, he thought. 

“No, how to make a snow den,” she shook her head, still smiling. Tooth and claw, she was pretty. “Please?” That was just like her. Always seeking out knowledge, finding ways to take the world apart and put it back together. Sometimes he wondered if she only hung around him to pick his brain for useful things.

“Sure thing,” he chuckled and gave her a cuff over the ear. “Get the others together and I’ll show you. I’m gonna check in with Razor real quick.” 

“Good luck,” she whispered, her unnotched ears flicking back against her skull for a beat. She shivered and not from the cold.

“Thanks, doll,” he purred. He shook his pelt in vain and started across the little camp they had made. It was more a clearing of trampled grass and snow than anything and it was always shifting, stretching deeper into wild territory every day. The openness of it was not ideal - they’d been attacked by a hawk the other day which Sycamore had managed to kill before it could get ahold of anyone - but that was the nature of war, or so Razor said. 

The big grey tabby was talking with Sycamore and Tiger when he approached. Ghost paused just outside of earshot but within Razor’s field of view and waited. At this point he knew very well that Razor did not like to be interrupted. After a minute or so of conversation, Razor looked up and gestured for Ghost to join them, which he did.

“Just the cat I wanted to see,” said Razor. “I’m heading back to the city for a few days. While I’m gone, Sycamore is in charge.” The ginger house cat in question looked Ghost up and down, daring him to challenge his authority. 

Ghost simply nodded. “Understood.” 

“Tiger and a few of the others are coming back with me,” Razor continued. “Will you be good to manage the Chaff who are here or should we take them with us?” 

“I was just about to get them to work making snow dens,” Ghost said. “I should be alright, this is a good crew.” Tiger smiled to himself as if Ghost had made a joke.

“Perfect!” Razor purred. “See? I knew you had it handled.” 

“Have fun while you’re gone,” Sycamore said to Razor with a grin. 

“Oh, you know I will,” Razor laughed. Ghost smiled to hide the eye roll that wanted to take over his face. Yeah, I’m sure Scorch will be thrilled to see you, he thought. The bitch. He almost hoped Razor gave her a good scar for the stunt she had pulled with Mystique. Almost. He still frowned on hitting girls, even if this one deserved it. 

Before long, Razor and most of the Exalted had left for the city. Ghost made note of the cats remaining: Sycamore, Oreo, London, Humus, and Miss Bella. An interesting group to be sure, but not one that would give him much trouble. He headed to the other side of camp where Jagg had gathered the Chaff. 

“You ready to get to work?” he asked, looking them over. Today it seemed he had Dandelion, Wicket, Lizzie, and Tadpole to work with. Not terrible, as far as groups went. 

“Yes, sir,” Jagg said eagerly, her shoulders straight and proud. Dan nodded his head in agreement. Wicket snuggled close to Lizzie, his fur fluffed up into a big ginger ball. Tad didn’t seem to be paying attention. 

“Alright, let’s get to it then,” said Ghost. The den building went smoothly enough. Once he’d shown Jagg and Dan how to do it, they split up to show the others and it wasn’t too long until they had finished the first one. 

“Well done,” Ghost said as he looked around the little room. 

Dan smiled under the praise and ran his tongue over his paws a few times.  “Thank the Folk,” he said, “I don’t think I could dig much more!” 

“Why don’t you two go check on the others?” Ghost suggested. “You can settle down in that den when it's finished.” 

“Why can’t we stay here?” Tad asked flatly. 

Ghost frowned. “Because the Exalted need a place to sleep. Now, go on.” 

“They can use the other one,” she flicked one ear. Dandelion shifted, starting to look nervous. 

“It’s fine, Tad, we can go,” he said. 

“You’d better watch your tone,” Ghost scowled. “If the Exalted heard you, they’d wouldn’t be nearly as forgiving as I am.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Dad,” Tad droned sardonically, “I forgot how gracious you were.” Ah. So she was one of his. He searched his memory for any chance that he already knew that. Luckily for him, Tad got up and headed outside, glaring dully at him as she passed. 

Dandelion popped up to follow her and said, “you’ll have to forgive her, Sir, she’s just cold and cranky.” Ghost looked the tom over, his memory straining. His scruffy cream fur was ticked with brown and his face was round and inviting, home to a pair of bright, yellow-green eyes. He reminded Ghost of someone… Daisy? Lacey? He couldn’t remember. He wondered briefly if he’d lost the memory to age or if he hadn’t cared to learn in the first place. 

“You’re her brother?” he asked. 

“Yes, Sir,” said Dan.

“And your mother, she was…” Ghost trailed off, trying once again to dredge the name from the depths of his mind. 

“Maisie, Sir,” said Dan. 

“Maisie,” Ghost nodded as if that had made everything perfectly clear. To tell the truth, the name did nothing to jog the rest of his memory. After a moment, he refocused his gaze to realize Dan was still waiting obediently for him to continue. 

“Uh, that’s all,” Ghost waved him off. “Go get yourself warm.” 

“Yes, Sir,” Dan smiled, then bounded after his sister. 

Ghost shook his head, disappointed. In what, he wasn’t sure. His memory? Tadpole? Something else? The edges of that thought made his muscles tense and tighten, like they were anticipating a fight, and he pushed it away with another, more jarring shake of his head. 

Stepping out into the snow, he called to Sycamore. “The den’s ready.” 

“Finally!” Humus cried, bursting from his spot in the snow to race towards the shelter like a jingling, brown striped rabbit. Oreo followed shortly behind without a word of acknowledgement to anyone. 

London brushed his tail against Ghost as he passed and said, “Thanks, pal.” 

“Yes,” added Bella, “I was certain I was going to freeze to death.” 

“Maybe they’ll be faster next time,” Sycamore said, leaning against her as they made their way into the den. He looked at Ghost out of the corner of his eye, ginger tail twitching. 

“We will certainly do our best,” Ghost dipped his head. Sycamore huffed but said no more. Once the Exalted had disappeared into their burrow, Ghost let out a sigh and looked up at the thick white flakes starting to come down faster and faster. It was going to be a rough night, snowed in and stuck with a bitter daughter in a small space. If the snow didn’t let up by morning they were going to have to go hunting in the storm which he was not looking forward to. Luckily, he had the authority to delegate that sort of thing. 

Shaking the snow off of his muzzle, he turned and went inside, resigned to a tedious evening and a long, quiet night.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Leafbare #Ghost #Razor #Tadpole #Jagg #Dandelion #Wicket #Lizzie #Sycamore #Bella #London #Humus #Tiger #Oreo #swear warning #clangenrising

[angelbitezzz]

Not really an update but I thought you guys would find this funny

:) (some more writing under the cut)

"She's stable now, and I've restored her to full HP. However, healing takes a toll on all creatures. She is going to need to rest—no matter how fine she acts when she wakes, tell her that I said to stay in bed for at least a day."

Asgore spoke softly to the skeletons in the room, hand resting on Angel's forehead. Her pained expression was smoothed over, replaced by abject relief, her eyes just barely open. They were still glowing that bright purple, but duller now, clearly having given up on forcing her HP to halt now that Asgore was there.

"Humans get especially fatigued when healing. It takes a lot of energy, even supplemented with my magic."

"WOWIE! THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE."

Asgore merely chuckled, raising a claw to his mouth to remind Papyrus to stay quiet. The skeleton shut his jaw with an audible snap, looking a little guilty though his eye sockets glowed a bright green in relief.

"Thank you for calling on me for this—she was in an incredibly precarious position. Her HP was—"

"low. too low. she shouldn't have survived that."

Sans interjected, off to the side with his arms crossed. His expression was tight, permanent grin just a little strained despite the relief showing clear in his eyesockets.

"...that was magic, right?"

Asgore shut his mouth and looked down at her again, her eyes blearily focused on some distant point. Still glowing.

"...Yes. I never would've imagined a mage falling in all this time..."

"so what do we do?"

Asgore thought hard, eyes trailing to the nearby window.

"... I'm sure you're aware of how rare purple magic tends to be. I'm afraid I cannot do anything about helping her control it, beyond what any monster would teach a child. Perhaps seeking out someone who can may be beneficial—so she does not...show it off in public."

There was a mutual look of understanding among the small group. Bad enough that another human had fallen down here—a human mage would likely incite fear and backlash from everyone who didn't know her personally. The residents of the Starlight Isles (and Ruined Home, perhaps) might be understanding, given how popular she'd gotten as Starstruck...but the rest of the underground? It wasn't worth the risk.

Asgore bid them adieu, only stopping to brush a few strands of hair off of Angel's forehead before he made his choice to walk home. Papyrus prepared to sit and stare at Angel, but Sans cut him off before he could. Even if the taller skeleton wouldn't admit it, the last few stressed hours had taken their toll on him.

"i'll keep watch, bro. go get some sleep. you're dead on your feet."

"NO I'M NOT—WAIT, THAT WAS A JOKE, WASN'T IT?!"

"to-marrow is another day. go rest. or you'll have to listen to more of these—"

"BYE!"

Papyrus zipped up to his room before Sans could hit him with the rest of the joke, bypassing the stairs entirely and simply vaulting the balcony above, landing with cat-like grace with nary a whisper. His door would've ordinarily slammed, but apparently he was still conscious enough of Asgore's reminder to stay quiet that it instead painstakingly slid shut.

Sans turned back towards the human on the couch, noting that her eyes had finally shut. Her head lay flat on the cushions, a blanket of Papyrus's tossed over her form. Something about the scene nagged him, and he shifted from foot to foot before glancing back up the stairs to Papyrus's shut door. He raised his hands and slipped his cape off his neck, messily bundling the blue fabric up before kneeling in front of the human, one hand taking her shoulder (CAREFUL, his thoughts screamed, remembering the injury even though it technically no longer existed) to tug her forward.

"Huh...?"

She sounded rough, her eyes blinking open at the movement to stare at him with a somewhat comical expression of annoyance.

"lift your head."

She did as told, the skeleton swiftly tucking the make-shift pillow under it and patting her shoulder back down.

"get some rest."

"...'kayyy..."

He turned and walked to the television, switching it on. Then he went to the lightswitch and shut off the main house lights, casting the room into darkness. It was almost dark enough for him to pretend not to see how she turned her face into the fabric of the cape, a dopey smile settling onto her expression as she nuzzled into it.

#art #my art #traditional art #doodle #ts underswap #underswap #ts underswap sans #ts underswap self insert #self ship #Crossbones and Starstruck #Starstruck oc #i think his cape smells like pine and the ocean #since the starlight isles are a summery beachy pine tree filled place #sans probably: sure im probably attracted to this human even though i dislike humans but i dont acrually CARE about her #lile hmmm okay bud

[trashlie]

hey this is lil anon again :3 listen we're all so feral about the latest fp episode can i just talk about it some more please and dump my thoughts here bc oh my god so many thoughts 🙏🏾 you can leave my other, longer ask in your inbox for now if you want to it's totally fine bc sdhfgdhfjksdhfk FERAL

PLEASE it is actually soooo funny how maya asks such a simple question: "why is he your friend?" - and shinae just explodes and goes off at the him in her head HISS GROWL I WANT YOU AND IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU THEN YOU'RE NOT GONNA HAVE ANYTHING OF MINE and maya just stares at her in shock and disbelief like: 😶😶😶. and you are ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. how can she possibly put nol and what he means to her and what she feels for him into words??? something something if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more. shinae is so intense and bold and fiery I LOVE THAT SOOOOOO MUCH and tbh compared to shinae, nol is handling his feelings like a champ actually 😹 like at least the tiger hasn't bitten anyone (yet) LMAOOOOOOO he's been holding back a lot, trying his best to stay composed, mortified by his desire to kiss her because how dare he even *think* about that. it's the same intensity, the same feelings at the same time but he's very in his head, meanwhile shinae - the feral little cat - is just completely unhinged and off the rails. it's incredible. poor girl, all these new feelings and realizations hitting her all at once and she's understandably SO ANGRY that she can NOT control it and go back to normal, that he's making her such a mess, passed out on the bed bc it was all too much for her to handle.

you know, before 235 i thought their meeting would be… on the soft/sweet/wholesome(?) side bc of the new shyness and nervousness and vulnerability that comes with these realizations, maybe a through the door conversation without directly facing each other (like i mentioned in my longer ask), but we've kinda had that with the balcony "you're special to me" scene, right. so idk maybe shinae will just storm in there a fiery raging whirlwind of emotions and be all like how DARE you steal my heart and then try to get rid of me and run away, you asshole. IF YOU WON'T GIVE ME BACK MY HEART, THEN I NEED YOU TO BE MINE!!!!! it sounds so dramatic but seeing what all this is doing to shinae, how it brings out the fiery bold possessive assertive side in her, who knows??? she's for sure not letting go without leaving her claw marks on him. as she should.

and YES YES it's def both jealousy and insecurity. i didn't expect it to come up as part of her realization simply bc it wasn't on my mind tbh, but it works so well as part of the ✨realization process✨!! if just platonic then you don't get jealous and insecure, then it (typically) doesn't matter if/who they're dating. but if you can't stomach them being with anyone else but you, if you want them all to yourself, then sorry but that is NOT "friends". and there's definitely a comment here to be made about how alyssa isn't just some random hot girl, she's an idol and as such she embodies what's conventionally attractive and desirable, smth smth beauty standards patriarchy society. and she leaves nol cold but shinae still can't help but become hyperaware of it all bc everything you said ;; i can't get over the "timing" of this scene either bc we see shinae crying happy tears and for a moment she's forgotten her drama but then BAM suddenly there's gorgeous glamorous idol alyssa dancing on stage, and nol is there, looking at her, and they're both at this elite event in this world that shinae is simply not a part of. and. smth smth alyssa being a good dancer nol being a good dancer meanwhile shinae has two left feet. it's like the universe is laughing at her, telling her "she is all that and you aren't, she can have him and you don't". and as if it's not enough, of course it's the girl who gave her all this trauma. of course. how can it not sting her how can she not become insecure honestly ;; i too would immediately lose my appetite :<

(there's also the juxtaposition of shinae being surrounded by unconditional love, a supportive family, in a peaceful home where she can be raw and messy, fully accepted as she is, bags under her eyes and snot on her face and all; meanwhile alyssa is all glammed up, on the tv screen, putting on a performance for strangers that will only ever love her conditionally, that will never know the real her, is in a group that doesn't like her, is in an unsafe environment, surrounded by people who prey on girls like her, no one by her side 😔💔) i also wonder a little bit if not nol himself could (unintentionally of course) play into shinae's insecurity… especially in this initial stage bc like. he's a conventionally attractive dude; tall, handsome, nice smile, he's charming, he's got a rich dad too. shinae isn't stupid she's very aware of this. she's noticed how women reacted to him at the formal. one of them even commented that "he's way out of her league" or smth like that when she saw them together (which :/// shallow rich people talk 🙄)… and when it's friendship then you don't care, and she didn't care back then, and rationally she knows nol is not shallow like that, that she really shouldn't worry about such things, but when you're so young, inexperienced, have low self-esteem, are in such an emotional state, then suddenly you start questioning yourself on this shallow level. why would someone with his looks and money be interested in me, when he could have (and does have) an "alyssa-level" girl? sure he might like me as a friend but would he ever want me like that? it's like when you're crushing on the hot guy you've been friendly with and suddenly become all too aware of the hot girl that all the boys (and girls) have their eyes on. you just can't help but be aware that you're simply not her :/ yeah i think. she's going to need affirmation and reassurance re: what alyssa is/was to him, but i think more importantly, she'd need it about herself, what he likes about her, how he feels about her, that he doesn't want anyone else, that she *is* beautiful in her own way even if she doesn't see it herself, and then she'll hopefully grow more confident from it ~

-feral lil anon 😼

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm so sorry it took me all day to get to this response! I could NOT pull my brain together and kept getting distracted and having more feral breakdowns about Stalkyoo alfkajkfjkafjkafjka lmao and then I had to cry about my babies performing tonight and I have been through EMOTIONS but also ALSO I LOVE THIS MESSAGE SO MUCH I'm gonna do my best to do it justice because you ABSOLUTELY bring up things I also want to yell more about!!!!

There's something SO funny to me about how much Nol and Shinae mirror each other. That we now can tell they started to fall for each other at the same time and it just kept growing, that it's on the SAME DAY that they're becoming aware of these feelings, in much the same way - yknow, being so embarrassed to have FEELINGS lmao. But YES Nol does a much better job containing it at all. I want to say it's probably because he's so used to hiding everything, holding things in, but we also know he came so very close to just biting Shinae before he kicked her out lmao and it's not like Shinae hasn't also been decent at pretending things aren't wrong, but MAN she's so beyond her breaking point at this stage, isn't she lmaooooooo She CAN'T contain it - it's too big, too loud, too messy, so carnal. She's been trying for so long to keep shoving it into this box it doesn't fit and it just keeps growing bigger and bigger and spilling out. Something so funny to me about her is that Shinae.... like she kinda externalizes a lot and I'm trying to figure out how to explain this because clearly she isn't good at telling people about her problems, but as a result of being alone so much she talks through her thoughts out loud, to Lil Buddy, so of course for this she NEEDED to externalize to Maya. Because yes, it's so messy, it's spilling out everywhere and the more she tries to make sense of it the bigger a mess she makes and Maya really DID have to put it in words for her. I know I said I wanted Shinae to come to the conclusion without anyone else saying it but I still love how this played out because she still said, OF HER OWN FREE WILL, "If I can't have you" LIKE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But also we know that Shinae just has an EFFECT on Nol and while he's doing a good job keeping things at bay, all things considered, I think the moment she goes back to his hospital room it's all gonna just be.... *sweeps papers off the desk* lmao

Another tangential thought I've had is that neither of them have really gotten to BE teenagers. Nol is forever having to play a game of making sure he doesn't make too many waves, doesn't get noticed. Likewise, Shinae has had to be the good girl while her dad is always busy working, not get into trouble, take care of herself, get good grades. Maya goes on to remind us, too, that Shinae didn't even HAVE any social experiences beyond what happened in middle school, just. Rolls with things stopped making friends. There's so many teenager moody things that they've largely missed out on and we're seeing so much of that come bubbling out. Yes, Shinae's moodiness is mostly because girl is CRANKY she hasn't slept she hasn't eaten and she's scaling the walls trying to figure out why she thinks her friend is pushing her away (he's not) and what she has to do to make him stay (figure out feelings) and she's just SO frustrated it all spills out. Relatable. I, too, become an awful monster when I haven't slept LMAO but it's just SO nice to see them have this moment? Get to be selfish and moody and a little bratty when they have spent so long trying to just be good and get by. Let them have a tantrum or three, it's fine!

Also LITERALLY SAME. I thought Shinae would realize her feelings, maybe balk at them, hide away for a day, try to deny them, then become determined and go back to him but too shy to look him in the eyes to face him, yes maybe talk through the door so this was SUCH a surprise but YEAH YOU ARE RIGHT! They already had that tender shy little moment. Now they can just be. Feral lmaooooooo listen idc how corny it is I'm exploring EVERY possibility I can, writing half-baked fic moments in my head. I want Shinae to wake up and go in guns BLAZING I want her to say dumb things she doesn't stop to think about FINE IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY OF MY THINGS what are you talking about I SAID YOU'RE A THIEF AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON GIVE ME BACK MY THINGS something something there's one thing he can't give back something something you're a thief, too alkfjkfjFKAFKJAKJF SCREAMS I need Nol to just say something SO blunt that makes her stop in her tracks aljakfjkafjafjk lmao I need her confessing in every which way but the words again, until he's standing too close SCREAMS

idk idk idk however it goes I know I'm going to love it because they just are going at it with such equal energy and I'm PRETTY SURE Dieter is going to talk to Nol while Shinae sleeps so maybe that will give Nol the conviction to say what he couldn't, now that Shinae has figured out the answer to "why isn't because friends" enough. Actually, more than anything, I want Nol to end up in the kind of position where he blurts something out without thinking or he acts on his feelings just BLINDLY because I just need him to see that he can't keep running from things and pretending and that Shinae is someone he cannot resist so make the right choices, boy. I need him to understand how much he wants her and deserves to ACT ON THAT ALFJKAFLJAFAJFLKJAFJF RRRRRRRRR FRRTFTT GROWL HISSSSSSSSS

but alfjakfjkfajfka THE INSECURITIES GET TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE because YES at the end of the day it's not just anyone. It's ALYSSA. The very person who gave Shinae her trauma, the person who GAVE HER HER ACTUAL SCAR. It's not the first time Shinae has envied something of Alyssa, either - Alyssa with her warm, beautiful mom and her big home and all her opportunities and her family so suffocating by being parents, Alyssa with her many talents with her intelligence. I really REALLY like the point, too, that it's not just Nol looking at Nol, it's Nol at that party in a world that Shinae is not a part of, doesn't belong to. Logic doesn't stand much against insecurity and jealousy or else she'd be able to remind her that Nol doesn't much like the world he technically belongs to, that Alyssa doesn't make him happy. Somewhere in her jealousy she sees the way she measures to Alyssa in these shallow ways and it hurts to come up short like that! AND RIGHT the girls at the gala saying Nol is out of her league! Shinae is like... aware that Nol is handsome (she literally said VERY handsome) but most of the time it doesn't seem to be a thing she thinks about - mostly because she hasn't really openly thought about him in a romantic way. But now that she's got these feral feelings about trying to keep him and have him and know him and see all the parts of him that he hides from her, she's facing the reality of how she looks to others, compared to him, compared to Alyssa. Sangchul has even implied it a couple times - Nol has a hot idol girlfriend so what is it about Shinae that's so special why is he hung up on her, what does she do that can possibly be better than a hot idol girlfriend.

And if there's something I love it, it's the tender unfurling petals of first love and the insecurity and jealousy that blooms with it, that ache that you aren't good enough that you can't possibly compare, because it leads to the REASSURANCES. Nol has SO many reasons to prefer Shinae, so many reasons to have fallen for her. I REALLY feel like we'll have a callback to that day Shinae asked Nol why Dieter might like to date her, when he told her he has a couple reasons in mind. Like... self consciousness and feeling inadequate is an awful feeling but I LOVE how it can be used in text, because also right: IF PLATONIC WHY FEEL LIKE THIS? Jealousy can be a useful device when it's not toxic and in this case it's someone like Shinae who has never really been made to feel like she's special, who has never seen anything in herself, realizing that she has fallen SO HARD for her friend who has a bombshell girlfriend and is super handsome and himself and comes from this elite world of affluent people. But there's also so much Shinae doesn't know about him yet, either, so much she hasn't had a chance to digest about him. She's seeing things at face value but I need him to tell her to her face that she makes him feel a kind of peace that NOTHING else does, that he cannot help but gravitate to her, that she's LITERALLY made his life worth living. Remind her that even though he was trying to avoid her, he failed SO miserably. Nol didn't get to tell Shinae at the party what he likes about her and DAMNIT I WANT TO HEAR IT!!!!!!!!! Especially because we've seen Shinae's POV of him at this poignant moments, I want to hear from Nol's mouth what he likes about her, the way he sees her. Like her, does he feel like clouds part when she's near, does she make all of the noise quiet for the moment? Does he find himself wanting her to notice more, wanting to steal more of those private moments where they open to each other?

I WANT TO HEAR IT SO BADLYYYYYYYYYYY and I want her to know that she doesn't have to compare herself to Alyssa, that there's no one in that world who has ever caught his attention the way she has. That no amount of money could make anyone from that society better than her. That it's not about any of that - it's about what she makes him feel. Just as much as Nol has had such an impact on Shinae, we've seen it in Nol. I agree that it's far too soon for her to know that he's literally still alive because of her lmao (that's just so much it's so overwhelming!!!!) but there are other ways she's impacted his life. When he told her he really hoped she'd get the job working with them, I think he meant it. Life was more interesting with her in it, he wanted to be around her more before Yui reminded him of what she does.

Like idk to me that insecurity is such a quintessential aspect of puberty and teenage years and first love. That rush of trying to see how others perceive you and the reassurance that comes from the person you like? GOD. And especially for people like Nol and Shinae, who have felt so invisible, so underappreciated, who have never really been made to feel special, having this with each other just LKFJAJKFJAFKAFKAFJLJAFLKJFKf

Also don't think I haven't forgotten about Yujing complimenting Shinae, or that moment when Nol made her laugh during her dance with Kousuke. How he was literally right in her face doing her make up and how it just augmented how pretty she already is. While I don't think he probably has that conscious thinking of it - gee golly Shinae sure is pretty because you know.... *gestures vaguely at his life* i SO BADLY want him to tell her that ;A; that she's beautiful ;A; like to be fair I think something about Stalkyoo that is SO well done is that it's all so deeply based on connection and the way those feelings developed as a result, as opposed to attraction first, but especially in the light of Shinae feeling so jealous and insecure, I want him to saaaaayyyyyyyy iiiiiiiiiiiiit. I want him to tell her how pretty she is when she laughs and lights up, what a beautiful smile she has and that he wants to be the one who makes her smile more I WANT THE CHEESY FUCKING SHIT DAMNIT I DON'T CARE I'M NOT GONNA PRETEND OTHERWISE ALKJAKFJKAFKJAFJKAFAFKJLKJAF SCALES THE WALL SCURRIES ACROSS MY CEILING AND STARTS CHEWING THROUGH MY CEILING FAN

I want him to reassure that there is not ONE way she pales against someone like Alyssa, that she is worth so much more to him ;A; howls

I WANT HIM TO TOUC HER FACE WITH HIS BIG STUPID HANDS AND BRUSH HIS THUMB ACROSS HER CHEEK AGAIN AND CONFESS THAT HE IS SO MISERABLY INCAPABLE OF RESISTING HER AND THAT NO ONE ELSE COULD POSSIBLY COMPARE BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER MADE HIM FEEL SO SEEN, FEEL LIKE HE MATTERS, NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER MADE HIM WANT TO BREAK HIS OWN RULES

JUST SCREAMING INTO THE NIGHT

also ;A;

(there's also the juxtaposition of shinae being surrounded by unconditional love, a supportive family, in a peaceful home where she can be raw and messy, fully accepted as she is, bags under her eyes and snot on her face and all; meanwhile alyssa is all glammed up, on the tv screen, putting on a performance for strangers that will only ever love her conditionally, that will never know the real her, is in a group that doesn't like her, is in an unsafe environment, surrounded by people who prey on girls like her, no one by her side 😔💔)

tHAT SHIT HURTED THAT SHIT HURTED ;____________;

Alyssa my tragic, messy girl ;A; I can't help but love the tragedy of her, I can't help but be so invested. The way Shinae and Alyssa have been foiled against each other and how I know we will continue to see this. There's something about... yknow like Alyssa doesn't have FEELINGS for Nol, but I think Nol going from Alyssa to Shinae is SO poignant in a painful way. Alyssa's former crush!!!!! I think in much the same way as we're going to see Nol become all the things Kousuke feared, we're going to see that in Alyssa and Shinae. Like... imagine being Alyssa and watching someone like Shinae capture Nol's attention, capture Yui's attention, capture Kousuke's attention. It's because she's so sincere and faces confrontation head on that people take notice of her, but that's something Alyssa has never really been able to learn. She puts on a brave face like Shinae told her, but she can't do the rest of it. She's so terrified of this secret she holds, of what she is and what people will think of her, and she continues to put on a persona to keep it at bay. Meanwhile I think we're going to watch Shinae walk a path Alyssa never could - find her own success by being authentic and true to herself, not having to live in that shell, that mask. Shinae will do everything Alyssa has never been able to do. ;_______;

And yeah, that juxtaposition makes Shinae's insecurity all the more intriguing to explore because she's so insecure about these shallow things, but Alyssa is insecure about the things that DO matter, the things that make Shinae special, and make Alyssa so forgettable.

;_____________________________________;

gonna go sob now HECK

#I Love Yoo #ILY Brainrot #ILY FP #ILY Spoilers #Lil Anon #ILY Anon #Stalkyoo #Aegi #Shiae Yoo #Nolan Oliver T. Lochlainn #Alyssa Cho #GODDDDDDD i have so very many feeeeeliiiiiingggssssssssss #about Stalkyoo #about Alyssa #about Alyssa and Shinae foils #but i have cried so much tonight (LMAO I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS TODAY) so I'm gonna just focus on feral cat Shinae and Nol #and how desperately I NEED Nol to tell Shinae all of the things he likes about her as he moves closer and closer until he reaches the last #point and also her mouth #LKFJFAJAJFJAFKAJFJKAFJKAFKJAKJA #I CANNOT BE CONTAINED I'M SORRY NOT SORRY AT ALL #NOL USE YOUR WORDS BUT ALSO YOUR MOUTH IF U KNOW WHAT I MEAN #CONVINCE HER #ALL THOSE THINGS THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN IN THIS ROOM DRAWINGS ON PATREON JUST HAUNT ME EVERY NIGHT #I CLOSE MY EYES AND I GO 'BUT WHAT IF' #WHAT IF HIS BIG HAND CUPS HER FACE THREADS HIS FINGERS INTO HER HAIR THE NAPE OF HER NECK THUMB DRAWS ACROSS HER CHEEK #WHAT IF HE LOSES HIS COMPOSURE WHAT IF HIS BRAIN JUST SHUTS OFF AND IT'S NOTHING BUT CARNAL FERAL WANT UNLEASHED AFTER BEING PENT UP SO LON #HUH? WHAT IF?! #SHRIEKS

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Ellie's contract

When Ellie woke up, the first thing that registered in her mind was 'soft?' Her bed wasn't soft it was a lumpy ten year old mattress. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. This was definitely not her bed, and this was definitely not her room.

Long dark curtains covered large windows, and the furniture from what she could make out in the dim light of the room was fancy. Antique? The warm sheets covering her almost compled her to go back to sleep. Instead, she crawled out of the sheets feet landing on what felt like the softest carpet in the world.

Shaking her head, she tried to focus. This was not the time to be lost in luxury. She has to figure out where exactly she had ended up. The door slowly crept open, and she snapped her head in that direction only to see....

A cat? Or something that looked like a cat with a ridiculously long tail and a pair of wings. It stared at her as if waiting for something. Blurry memories started to play through her mind.

Oh, she sold her soul to a demon. Was that why she was here? The creature still remained at the door. Taking a deep breath, she made her way over. "Are you here to show me the way?" She asked hesitantly. "Meeeoowww," it responded before turning and walking down the hall.

Maybe that was a yes. Ellie looked both ways down the hall before following. She was afraid to touch anything. It all looked expensive and polished to perfection. Down a long stair case and into what appeared to be a dining room of some kind.

She waited patiently. Another set of doors busted open, causing her to jump clutching her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. "Hello, sweetheart! How did you sleep?"

She recognized that voice instantly and kept her head down. "Yes, thank you." Shifing uncomfortably not knowing what to do with herself, she rung her hands together tightly.

"Sit down, sit down, you must be hungry!" He egarly guided her to a chair. On the table lay various foods. Some were almost recognizable, but others had well... rather unique ingredients.

Was this some kind of test? Or maybe it was a form of torture. Or perhaps he wanted to fatten her up before eating her. Not that she had any right to complain she did sell her soul to him.

"Now that you're awake, we can discuss the terms of contract!" The demon seemed oddly happy about it. Making her more nervous. "Now Ellie dear, what do you want?" She blinked slowly. Nobody ever really asked her what she had wanted before.

"But I thought -" He waved a clawed hand at her. "Bah, that was hardly anything. Come now, you must have some real desire. Think Ellie, what do you want?" His eyes seemed to look deep into hers as if trying to read her thoughts.

"I want," she whispered breathlessly. Could she really ask for anything. "Can you really get me anything?" She asked. "Anything your little heart desires! As long as you don't as to leave."

That confused her. "I wouldn't do that. We made a deal. I can't leave. Not that I really want to go back." She mumbled, picking at some fruit. "Truly? You wish to stay here?!" More excitement. Just what was he thinking?

"If you give me what I want." Placing a piece into her mouth so she wouldn't feel like swallowing her tounge. "YOU MUST TELL ME!" The demon squirmed in anticipation.

"I want to sleep as often as I want, I want to eat whenever and whatever I want, I want to wear warm clothes and read books and an endless amount of books." She rambled, starting to put more on her plate.

"Go on. Keep going!" She wasn't sure if he was encouraging her to eat more or to ask for more things, so she did both. "I want to never have to work unless I want to. I want to never have to worry about bills or landlords. I want to have the choice to do what I want whenever I want."

Shoveling more food into her mouth, she hadn't even realized she was crying. The demon carefully cupped her chin, drawing her attention away from the feast. "Is that all? My sweet Ellie, we are going to have to work on how to be more selfish. You will have all this and more already."

They stared at each other. "Why would I have it already?" She asked. "Because I want you to be my daughter, of course." Ellie's mind reeled. Daughter? A demons daughter at that.

"I don't even know your name." The demons eyes widened. "Oh my! We can't have that, can we? My name is Sullivan, but you can call me Papa!" What a confusing day. But he did tell here to be selfish right?

"Sullivan -" "Papa," He corrected. "Papa," She said carefully, the word strange on her lips. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like you to add one more thing." He perked up. "Anything you desire, princess!"

She tried not to cringe. "I want a special favor. This means I can cash it in anytime, anywhere without consequences. Even if it seems like it's over the top or ridiculous." She waited.

"Deal! Just sign here!" Suddenly, a parchment was set in front of her listing all the conditions she had listened to and stating Sullivan's own. None of them were outrageous or seemed impossible for her to accomplish.

Really, they were simple. The most excessive looking thing listed was that he could take pictures of any activity they were doing together. So she signed on the dotted line. The demon squealed and picked her up, twirling her in circles.

"Oh, I can't wait to show you off! You're so cute!! You'll be the envy of all of hell, just you wait!" Ellie just allowed herself to be manhandled. She's the one who agreed to make a deal with a demon. She should just accept her strange fate.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #lord sullivan #oc

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Anyone remember this WIPpet? It got scrapped with the last attempt at the self-insert shenanigans, but I liked it so much I wanted to keep it. Thankfully, I found a way to rework it into the new version :) Plus some fun digs at myself because I am very much not a combatant and yet I'm throwing my SI into combat, lol

765 words of me-the-author having fun under the cut :D

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"It's a good thing she had Knell to hold her together," Cuff said, caught somewhere between sneer and laughter. "She could never have survived long enough to get to Cipal otherwise."

"Should we step in?" Frey asked, trying not to wince when the zombie swiped Bobbi across the face with its claws.

"Are you joking? This is prime entertainment!"

"You don't think this is any funnier than I do," Frey retorted, and grabbed Bobbi's bow and quiver. She stayed crouched, torn between letting Bobbi prove herself, and not wanting to watch her new friend get torn apart by zombies.

"It's like watching a puppy tumble down a flight of stairs. Repeatedly." The delight in Cuff's voice made Frey grind her teeth. Asshole.

It didn't get better the longer they watched, either. At least Bobbi had the sense to lure the one zombie away from the group so she didn't pull aggro on the whole horde. And she got a little more confident over time. Still missed more often than she hit, and the few hits she did get in were paper cuts at best. 

"Do you know what I find fascinating?" Cuff asked a few minutes after Frey settled down cross-legged on the edge of the bluff to watch. 

"Hm?" Frey asked, only about halfway paying attention to him.

"Knell."

If Frey was a cat her ears would've perked up. "What about her?"

"She is in full control of that bond. There's nothing at all stopping her from stepping in."

Frey grit her teeth, thoughts running around in her head and colliding with each other. "Kinda glad she doesn't, though."

"You're not scared, are you? Not the mighty Tanta Frey?"

"Shouldn't I be? She's another Rheddig weapon. Like you."

"Oh, no, nothing like me," Cuff scoffed. "Nowhere near as powerful, for one thing. Considerably freer, for another. Your new friend is in over her head, and I don't think she knows it yet."

Bobbi slipped and fell on her ass trying to dodge the zombie. Happy accident that it worked; the zombie bowled right past her, and Bobbi scrambled to her feet again. 

"...I meant in regards to Knell," Cuff clarified, almost sheepish.

"What do you mean she's in over her head?" Frey asked, ignoring that last comment. She'd figured as much. 

"Knell is in full control of their bond," Cuff repeated, back on solid ground and sure of his words. "She wasn't cursed into that form like I was. She took it willingly. I've no idea why, of course, but I do find it very odd."

"How can you tell?"

"When you're as old as I am, Frey, you learn how to read and understand the power of those around you," Cuff said, affecting a wise and venerable air. Frey snorted. 

"You're only four years older than me," she reminded him.

"You go ahead and keep believing that." He had that smug tone that made her want to punch him again. "But I'm quite serious, I can tell by the way Knell has bound herself to your new friend that she is the one who set it. Not Bobbi, not a third party. It's quite similar to how I bound myself to you back in Newark."

"New York," Frey corrected, absently. Mostly on reflex at this point. "But weren't you already cursed by the other Tantas?"

"I was. That's why I said it's similar. I was cursed into that vambrace form, yes, but I chose to bind myself to you, Frey. Just as our Rheddig friend has chosen to bind herself to Bobbi."

Interesting. Frey put that information away for later. 

"What's that got to do with..." She gestured to the pantomime of a fight happening below her.

"Simply that I'm surprised Knell does nothing to protect her bearer. She certainly could with no ill-effect to Bobbi. Either how I protect you or by revealing her true form. I wonder why she doesn't."

"Huh." Frey clicked her tongue, now wondering the same thing. "Maybe—"

The zombie raked its claws down Bobbi's back, and Frey spotted a glimmer of light reflected off of something too small to see clearly from where she sat. Bobbi turned, a cry of pain filtered through gritted teeth, and the tip of her sword passed through that glimmer. 

Silver wire erupted from the contact point, pierced through the zombie and shredded it to ribbons that disintegrated on the wind. 

"Oh," Frey and Cuff said at the same time. Bobbi sheathed her sword and shook out her hands, which set Knell jingling enough Frey could hear it.

"...mine's better," Cuff grumbled.

#WIPpets (WIP snippets) #self-insert shenanigans #Forspoken #Forspoken fanfic #Forspoken oc #Forspoken self insert #self insert #scraps documents and folders my beloveds 💜 #highly recommend anyone who writes to just cut and paste scenes that don't work into a separate document #that way if you find use for them later they're already typed out and all you need to do is glue them back in :D #also fun fact: Knell's counter is single-target whereas Cuff's is AOE #so IMO his *is* better lol

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Domesticity

Summary: Sweetheart and Milo spend a comfortable day at home, decorating and getting ready for a Christmas with the Pack. Word Count: 2824 CW: Cursing, food mention, drink mention

Author Note: This fic was written for the Redacted 2022 Winter Gift Exchange event! It's a gift for @teasandcardigans, I really hope you like it! Big thanks to @the-sugar-crash for arranging and hosting this event!

Milo burst in the door, letting a gust of cold wind follow him in. Sweetheart shivered and scolded, “Milo! Did you have to bring the entire North Wind with you?” They chuckled right after, letting him know they weren’t actually mad.

“Sorry, Sweetheart, ‘m just not quite used to bein’ in a real house, is all.” He shoved the door closed with his foot and shuffled forward.

“Well, at least take off your coat first. You’re going to drag snow and stuff everywhere if you’re not careful.”

He bent over to yank at a shoe. “Yes, Mist.”

Sweetheart laughed at the title. “Thank you, love.”

With a wet pile of coat, boots, scarf, and gloves left on the welcome mat, Milo picked back up the grocery bags. “Thanks for keeping an eye on the pie crusts,” he called back to them as he shuffled into the kitchen.

“I didn’t do much.” Sweetheart bent down to pick up another ornament.

By the time they stood back up, Milo had already padded over to them. He reached out with cold hands to gently hold their face. “Still, it helps that you were here to watch them. It let me go out and grab the needed stuff.” He pulled them in for a kiss which they gladly returned.

“I love you,” Sweetheart said, hands coming to rest on his hips, one still holding the angel ornament.

Milo smiled, pressing his forehead to theirs. “I love you so much.”

When they parted, Sweetheart reached up and placed the angel near the top of the tree. Milo shifted next to them, a hand moving to their lower back while the other dropped away. “Why do ya put them there? At the top like that?”

Sweetheart shrugged. “Ma Marie once told me you liked seeing the angels at the top. Like, they’re watching over the rest of the tree or something. I know you didn’t get a proper tree growing up so I like to fulfill that little Christmas dream.”

He kissed their cheek and murmured, “Too fucking sweet to me,” before walking past them.

The music filtering through the air, coming from Sweetheart’s favorite Christmas playlist, was soon joined by the smells of baking as Milo resumed working on the pies. “Are you sure you wanna work on the tree instead of help me bake, Sweetheart?”

Their laugh drifted through the open concept space. “Yeah, baby. We’ve only got a few days left until the rest of the Pack ramps up the visits and I wanna make sure it looks good for them. Besides, it’ll be nice to have it all decorated for the holidays and we don’t have to worry about it again until taking it down.”

“Okay. Lemme know if that changes or you need a break or something.”

Sweetheart assented. They were more than content to stay where they were, decorating the tree. Aggro was curled up around their feet, blissfully unaware of the joys a Christmas tree could bring a cat, and they were more than willing to just stay there and hum to their music as they decorated the tree.

The house had only been fully moved into a few days ago so they were all still trying to get used to the space. Sweetheart thought that a few of the usual routines they’d done, like them decorating the tree while Milo made something delicious in the kitchen, would get them both used to it and more in the spirit of the holiday.

The afternoon was quiet and peaceful. At one point, Sweetheart picked Aggro up to lay across their shoulders as they moved around, the cat purring up a storm and only digging his claws in to stay put when Sweetheart shifted a bit too quickly or too high for him. They hummed and swayed along to the music, sometimes singing along to it if they got too caught up in what they were doing. Those times, they would catch Milo looking at them, stopped in the middle of a task like rolling out dough, mixing fillings, or putting things together. They thought it was sweet.

When they looked up from a box for a moment to glance at the track, Milo was leaning against the island and once again watching them. “Like what you see?” Sweetheart teased.

Milo bit his lip and smirked. “Yeah, I do.” He padded forward and lifted Aggro from Sweetheart’s shoulders. “I love you, Aggro, but right now I want my Mate for myself.”

Sweetheart laughed as the cat raced off, the bell on his tree in the office soon sounding. “Oh, you want my attention, is it?”

Milo hooked an arm around them and pulled them close, his other hand coming to caress their cheek. “I always want your attention, baby. Dance with me?”

The song switched over to a softer one, perfect for dancing to. Sweetheart let themself get swept into his arms. “Did you finish the pie?”

“I just slid two of ‘em into the oven.”

He twirled them around before pulling them close. The way his eyes lingered shut whenever he blinked and the gentleness he held them with almost drove them crazy. They felt so loved and cared for, cradled in his arms and with his loving gaze directed at them. They sighed and came even closer, letting their head rest on his shoulder. “I love you, My Little Wolf.”

He groaned at the name but tightened his hold even as they both swept across the floor, easily taking the steps to a waltz despite the song not being the right tempo for it. “I love you too, gremlin.”

The waltz slowed until they were just swaying together. A timer from the kitchen startled Sweetheart’s head up, heart suddenly pounding. Milo’s hand was instantly on their cheek, thumb stroking their cheekbone. “Shh, baby, it’s just a timer. Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you with it.”

They shook their head, shaking off the anxiety curled in their chest like a snake. “No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Still, they pulled back and pushed their sleeves down their arms, seeking warmth and the lack of skin exposed to the air. “You . . . probably need to go check on that.”

They felt their Mate’s eyes on them, their strings humming at the thought of him, as they crossed the living room and went back to the Christmas tree, pulling an otter ornament from the box. Sighing, they turned to look at Milo, who they could still feel watching them. “Seriously, love, I’m fine. It happens occasionally, I get startled, it’s not that big of a deal. You should know that by now.”

“I do, and I know you’re tough enough to deal with it but would still tell me if you needed help. I’m just upset with myself for not telling you I set the timer. I always tell you and now I’ve gone and upset you.”

Sweetheart placed the ornament on the tree before padding over to their partner. “Milo Greer, the only way you could upset me right now is by keeping that attitude up.” They slid a hand along his cheek, fingers slipping around his ear. “I love you too much to be upset by a little timer startling me. I’m okay enough to handle it. Now, go check on those pies and maybe bring back some hot chocolate. The tree’s almost finished.”

He smiled and kissed them gently on the lips. “You got it.”

Another few ornaments went up as they heard Milo check on the pies. They kept him in the corner of their vision as they went back to humming along with their music. “Do you mind if I turn it up a bit?” they called to him.

He turned, a smile back on his face. “Sure, I don’t mind that.”

They nodded and cranked the dial up a few notches before going back. The sounds of Milo making hot chocolate were comforting and soothing, like a balm to their soul. A spoon clinked against the inside of a mug before Milo spoke again. “Hey, Sweetheart?” he called, walking over to lean on the island again.

“Yes, my love?”

“Do you want any marshmallows, a candy cane, anything like that in it?”

They paused to think, a small train ornament nestled in their grasp. Humming to the music still, the tip of their tongue poked out in the way it sometimes did while thinking. “Um, sure. I’ll take some marshmallows.” They turned their head to look at him and a smile lit up their face when they realized he’d been watching them and was already smiling at them.

“You got it, then. Anything for you.” Milo padded back on socked feet to add those to their mug and a candy cane to his own.

He walked back out and placed their mug nearby, kissing their cheek as he did so. Instead of moving away, he just stayed where he was. His own mug went next to theirs and his arms wrapped around them, chin resting on their shoulder. Sweetheart reached up to run their fingers through his hair before putting up the last few ornaments.

They turned their head to look at Milo. The way his eyes scanned the room and his hands lightly gripped their sweater, something was going on in that head of his. “Penny for your thoughts, my love?”

He blinked and turned to look at them. “Sorry, I was just a bit lost in thought.”

They hummed, shifting an ornament to another branch. “Care to share those thoughts, darling?”

“I was just thinking about the new house and how good you are to me. I mean, I’m standing here with you right now, my Mate who gets my magic jumping at just the thought of you. There’s music playing that we both love. The house is warm and my pies are coming along nicely, and I’m about to sit down to a lovely little cup of hot chocolate with my favorite person in the world. What more could I ask for right now?”

Sweetheart smiled and cradled his head, pulling him close to kiss his cheek. “Sap.”

“Yeah, I know I’m sappy. I’m full of Christmas cheer and our decorating is almost over, I’m allowed to be a little sappy.” He shifted, putting a hand on their back and placing a kiss on their shoulder. “Now, how about you leave the tree alone and take a break with me? Drink your hot chocolate before it becomes chocolate milk?” He murmured the words into their shoulder, lips so close to their sweater that he kissed them with almost every other word.

Sweetheart chuckled and shifted one last ornament around before turning to wrap an arm around his waist. “That sounds nice.” They shifted their feet, leaning on him just a bit more and resting against him. They loved these moments, when words weren’t needed and they could just exist with each other.

Milo picked up both their mugs and they walked to the couch together. Sweetheart took their drink, Milo’s going on the side table, while they settled into the couch. Milo sat down and swung his legs onto the couch, back half against the armrest and half against the arm of the couch. Sweetheart curled up between his legs with their back and side against his chest. He wrapped one arm around them while his other hand held his mug on his knee.

He hummed low in his chest, a noise of contentment. Sweetheart could almost feel their soul echo that contentment back at him, pressed so close to their Mate and safe in his arms. It was nice to just be able to relax with him and a warm cup to drink.

Milo pressed a kiss to their cheek. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

They looked up at him after taking a sip, smiling and savoring the taste of homemade hot chocolate. “For what, babe? Putting the ornaments on the tree? You were busy cooking, it’s the least I can do.”

He smiled and shook his head. “No, but I am thankful for that. I meant, thank you for buying this house with me and letting me know I can provide for and take care of you. It feels good to give you stuff and spoil you. You do so much for me and it’s the least I can do in return. I love you so much and would never have been able to imagine my life like this before I met you. You’ve given me so much and changed me in so many ways I could spend the rest of my life trying to pay you back and it wouldn’t be enough.

“You might not think what you’ve done and what you continue to do for me is anything special, you might just brush it off as nothing, but it’s everything to me and I need you to know that. Sweetheart, you’ve given me everything in life and I don’t know how I can ever tell you what you’ve truly done for me, the changes you’ve made in my life and me to make me a better man and a better wolf. Fuck, Sweeheart, I don’t think I’d even be able to shift right now if it weren’t for you. You’ve helped me in so many ways I can’t describe what you do to me.”

Sweetheart took a breath and placed their cup on the coffee table before reaching for Milo, putting their hand on his cheek. “My love, my Little Wolf. It isn’t nothing. Not to me. It’s never just been something I do casually. I love you and always want the best for you and want to care for you the way I do because you deserve it. And, you haven’t just given me nothing in return. You’ve given me a reason to relax, a reason to live outside of my work. You’ve given me a reason to come home and a reason to rest. Not to mention that you practically had to teach me how to rest and relax at some point.” They laughed.

“Milo, baby, you’ve given me someone to spoil, someone to hold, someone to love. You transformed my life so completely, more than you know. In a way, it feels like I’m the one who has to pay you back. You’ve helped me get promotions, pay raises, get through so many panic attacks and lessen my anxiety and panic attacks. You make life worth living and please never forget that.”

They nestled against him as Milo squeezed them tighter. “I love you,” he murmured against them.

“I love you too, my Mate,” Sweetheart responded, curling up and getting comfortable.

They sat like that for a while longer, just soaking up each other’s company and drinking from their mugs. Eventually, Milo had to get up to take the pies out of the oven and took care of their mugs while up. Sweetheart kissed his cheek as he left and pulled a pillow into their lap. They thought about getting up to get a book but weren’t exactly in the mood to read. So, they searched for something Milo might like to watch.

He came back and slid into his spot. “What are you up to?”

“Looking for something.” They responded absentmindedly. They kept flipping through things until Milo made a noise they knew as his This Might Be Interesting noise. They chuckled. “Really? A nature documentary is what gets you?”

“Hey, a man’s allowed to have his hobbies. Besides, why were you looking for that?”

They smiled and shifted their pillow and themself until they were lying on top of Milo. “Because, I’m kind of tired. So, I’m either going to take a nap or pay just enough attention to this to talk about it with you later. Either way, it’s relaxing time and I demand to be held.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around them and accepting the remote. Automatically, he started rubbing up and down their back and sides in ways he knew they liked, ways he knew soothed them. “Okay, Sweetheart. You go ahead and sleep or do whatever you need to relax. I’ll just be here, watching my documentary and enjoying it.”

Sweetheart laughed, raising their head just enough to let him see them stick their tongue out at him before settling again. “Who knows, I might actually pay attention to it too.” Even as they said that, they yawned and felt their eyes drifting closed.

Milo just dropped a kiss on the top of their head. “Sleep, baby, you need it anyways. I know you didn’t sleep well last night, don’t try to argue with me.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so comfortable to lay on like this.” Sweetheart grumbled even as they felt the tension leave their body. Soon enough, Sweetheart was drifting off to sleep and Milo was enjoying a documentary about tigers.

#Redacted 2022 Winter Gift Exchange #ace writes #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #a little bit of angst #like a few paragraphs of angst #but other than that it's all fluff

[flintox]

"That was a good lift!" The goat said, exasperated. "I upped my squat record."

"I saw." his friend nodded. The bunny opened the door and held it open for his friend. "And you're gonna be a stiff if you don't get into the sauna. Trust me, you'll need it."

He grumbled. "I don't see how steaming in some room is gonna help-"

"Because I told you so. Now get in."

The goat sighed and stepped inside the empty sauna room. Immediately the damp and hot air stung his nostrils and he nearly slipped on the wet floor. He was not a fan of sauna's.

"Let's sit over here." The bunny quickly trotted over to one of the benches and slowly took his towel off.

"What are you doing?" The goat blushed.

A giggle was heard from the bunny as he set the towel aside. "What? There's no rules saying we need to be clothed. Relax."

He grumbled and did the same, folding his towel and tucking it under his arm. The goat walked over to the bench besides his friend and quickly sat down. "Ah!" he yelped.

"Yeah be careful. The benches are super hot."

He tensed up. it wasn't the heat heat that shocked him. Under his rear he could feel something moving. Wiggling, struggling. "I-Is this a mixed size sauna?"

"Hmm?" the bunny looked around. "I think so? Don't seem to be any micros here. Not that a towel would help hide that big butt of yours. Hah!."

The wiggling underneath him intensified and he could feel tapping against his left cheek. Very deliberate tapping. He was sitting on someone. No doubt about it.

Standing up wasn't an option. He would never live it down if the found out. He was already subject to a litany of jokes regarding his large rear and would never live this down. It couldn't be that bad, and it wouldn't be too lon-

"Dude, you're sitting like you're in a job interview." The bun sighed, stretching out across the bench. "Relax."

Doing quite the opposite, he tensed up even more. But he couldn't look to suspicious. Maybe he could use this is a chance to get both him and the poor micro under him into a better position?

Slowly, he wiggled his hips into the bench, leaning back and spreading his legs. He felt the little lump under him move, going from the edge of his cheek before ending up right square between them. "AH!"

"What is it?" The bunny asked, cocking his head.

There was the distinct sensation of someone frantically trying to claw at the outer edges of his cheeks, desperately trying to pry themselves out. "Uh-Splinter. these old wooden benches…you know."

That answer seemed to suffice. the bunny leaned back and closed his eyes. "Trust me, you're gonna thank me when you're not sore tomorrow."

He was sweating, and not just because of the heat from the sauna. Whoever was under him seemed to have slowed down. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. The goat wiggled his hips a bit, trying to see if the little guy was still alive. no movement. "UH-I t-think we're done, right?"

"But--" The bunny cocked his head. "But we just got here."

"It's just-really hot is all--"

His friend stared at him for a long moment. suddenly he got to his feet. "Oh thank god you said something." The bunny gasped. "It's way too hot and I regretted it as soon as i stepped in-"

The goat blinked. "Uh-"

"I'd just hyped it up so much that I couldn't back out-" He chuckled as he rushed to the door. "I don't know why people do this."

Before he could speak a word, the bunny was out the door. He stared at the door until he was sure that his friend was gone. The goat jumped to his feet and turned around, only to see an empty seat. "Wha-"

A faint wiggle between his cheeks sent a shiver up his spine. the goat quickly reached behind himself and plucked out the small writhing lump, holding it to his face.

Between his fingers was a tiger, weakly gasping for air but still alive. "Oh gosh--I-I'm so sorry! I didn't see you down there--are you oka--"

"N-number-" the tiger whimpered.

The goat blinked. "W-what?"

"C-can I have your number?" The cat said faintly.

"…y-yes?"

#sizetumblr #macrophilia #size kink #giant/tiny #macro/micro #furry anthro #macrofurry #furry #macro #story #goat #bunny #tiger #butt crush #sitting

[spookyboywhump]

Royal Guard AU (part 1??)

I've been reading a lot of fantasy whump recently, and randomly got the urge to write again (at the worst time, work. Imagine me dictating this to my phone while handling very dangerous chemicals), which is how I came up with this. It's very AU and not very whumpy (yet) but I thought you might like it.

~~~

Lord Cain's always been intimidated by the huntsmen, but not just because of their masks imitating snarling hounds. It was also because a little voice whispered in the back of his head that they had served under his father and knew how pathetic he was compared to the man. His bodyguard didn't like them either, but for different reasons. The hulking man's jaw tensed when two of them walked into the room, their masks shining in the torch light.

“We found one of them.” said the one closer to him, and Cain didn't have to ask what they were talking about.

Nonetheless he was taken aback

“Now? Here?” he asked, in almost a whisper, incredulous.

“Yes, milord.”

Something flashed in the Lord's eyes, “Take me to it.”

The long capes around the huntsmen's shoulders covered their feet, and made them appear to glide down the stairs. That in addition to the masks made Cain often imagine them as statues, possessed. He doesn't think he'd even know, he realizes, as they turn the corner and unlock a door.

If they had gone down the main hallway of the underground portion of the castle, they would have arrived in the dungeons, but the holding area was tucked away elsewhere, in what apparently used to be a solitary confinement cell. The hall past the door was thin, so much so they had to walk single file.

As they approached the end of the narrow hallway, an intense dewy, earthy smell filled the air. Lord Cain wrinkled his nose as it tickled the back of his throat. 

It was the smell of magic.

The group spread out as the hallway widened, a tiny viewing area for the cell so far away from the others no one could hear what was happening in it, though this close, there was so much noise he had wondered how they couldn’t.

The only way to see inside the cell was a small viewing window in the door. The rest was solid, once to keep the prisoner inside as isolated as possible while still watching them, now it minimized how much damage the captive inside could do. Even wrought iron didn't stand a chance if they were persistent enough. The young Lord stepped up to the window, looking intently, and felt one of the huntsmen over his left shoulder. His bodyguard was a step further back from his right, not wanting to get within touching distance of the men. Cain wouldn't either, but he'd still have to punish the man later.

For now, though...

Moonlight flitted through a tiny crack of a window in the wall, as long as a cat and barely tall enough for a full grown man to stick his arm through. The light shone on to a contorted form. It was hard to focus on the thing in its entirety, when even focusing on one part was dizzying. An arm that was covered in dark fur, stubbed with claws, which then lengthened into smooth hairless digits, clutching the air in pain, only to grow hair again and become something in between. All of it surrounded by a miasma of purplish gas that made the shadows dance even further.

A werewolf. And judging by this cyclone of magic and random transformations and groans of pain, one that was too new to have mastered being such a beast.

Well, that explains how it got caught.

The thing had not noticed them yet, it was turned away now, hunched over itself and clutching its hair in rapidly transforming hands.

Cain grew impatient, and a bit cocky, if he was honest with himself (he never was). He rapped one of his ringed knuckles on the bars, a clanging echo resonating through the cell.

The creature turned its head to stare at him, but kept its back firmly to him as it hunched over, like an animal protecting its belly.

A gleaming golden and indigo brooch that held up the boy's tattered cape marked him as a member of the mages guild. He might have been wearing nice clothes, but his capture had left them ripped and muddied. Cain stared into its panicked blue eyes, and they held each other's gaze in a vice grips for barely two heartbeats.

Then many things happened at once.

Cain saw the man go from completely human to monster instantaneously. He saw it turn on its heel to lunge at the window. He saw a large hand from his right shove him away, the huntsman catching him ungracefully.

And when time caught up to itself, Cain's bodyguard, now a hulking beast covered in matted black fur, was sticking his foaming muzzle up to the bars, snarling at the smaller rust-colored one, and snapping whenever it got too close.

The other huntsman had already pulled out his spear, and now rushed over to the window, pointing the silver-tipped weapon at the creature within, but the black wolf stayed where he was, eyes only on the smaller beast, staring it down.

“Zander! Down!” Cain shouted, and the beast's ear flicked before he seemed to register what his master had said.

With a final growl, he stepped back, fluidly turning from the beast back to a man, with only a faint whiff of magic. As easily as dropping a fur coat from his shoulders.

He had had much time to practice, after all. Cain dusted himself of imaginary dirt as he straightened himself back up. The man returned to his side.

He approached the bars again, only this time a good step away. The beast had backed itself into the far corner of its cell at the sight of the spear. As the burst of emotion drained from it, so did its permanence to one form, and the various changes to its body resumed their erratic appearance and disappearance again.

Both the huntsmen and Zander turned their attention towards him, wanting a verdict after that demonstration. 

“It's a little small,” Lord Cain admitted, “but perhaps that will be a good thing. I think this one will be a fine addition to my entourage, with the proper training, of course.”

#submission #other people’s writing #BITCH IM FERAL #HELLO 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 #WEREWOLVES WEREWOLVES WEREWOLVES

[the-faceless-bride]

Sunday was supposed to be A fun day

Lost boys x reader

The boys were just having some fun on the boardwalk, they have gotten a lot more virulent after what happened with the frog brothers and we're starting to take extra safety processions...

Even going to a witch

Marko and Paul were touching everything!! Crystals, trinkets, bottles that were sealed at the top with wax and trying to get it open

Dwayne was looking around making sure the witch doesn't try anything on them, he almost let them down once he wasn't taking any chances again.

David is talking with the witch, asking her questions and telling her what had happened that night... When he asked her what they should do she gave him an answer...

"You'll have to lay low for a little while," Ravynne said, her green eyes staring the Vampires down; she walked around them, her heels lightly clicking as she grabbed different bottles off her shelves.

"Lay...low?" David questioned as his eyes trailed after her, keeping his guard up. Ravynne pushed her dark passion twists put off the way of her face the rings and shells in her hair clinked together gaining the other's attention.

"Yes, those young boys will now be on the lookout for more Vampires, and when they go looking and they find you... It won't end well" she said slowly in her low sensual voice, causing Paul to bite his lower lip and Marko to elbow him in the ribs with a scoff.

As Ravynne whispered chants on the four gems she could barely focus from all the giggling, whispers, and grunts... She was a busy and powerful woman that didn't have all day for silly games and a group of brutish Vampires that only care for themselves... And then a vision flashed behind her eyes, she smirked and knew how to take two birds with one stone.

Protect the boys and get them to care about someone other than themselves... She knew just the spell to cast on these gems...

Marko jumped around with Paul as they laughed and joked; going back home to their cave. Paul was unable to stop playing with the Blue Gem that was now hanging from his neck. "So... What do you think they do?" Paul asked his partners.

"I... Don't know... Maybe they like... Shoot the fuck out of people how come near us?" Marko answered. David chuckled and Dwayne playfully rolled his eyes. But the calm playful mood shattered as they heard a group of people talking... And they didn't sound friendly.

They talked about terrible means to torture Vampires and they wanted to hunt them down, and then something happened.

"Did you hear that?" One of the hunters asked the others; David, Dwayne, and Marko looked to Paul who accidentally kicked a spray can. The hunters start to follow the sound and the boys started to panic, after the fog brothers they just came back... They weren't strong enough to fight yet, they are still weak.

But then they felt a strange twist in their bones and for a moment everything went black, only for a moment later being met with the hunters; only they weren't attacking them?

"It's just some stupid cats!" One of the hunters called out to the others...

Wait... What?

The boys looked down to be met with fluffy paws... When David tried to talk only a meow left his mouth... 'Well... Looks like we will be talking telepathically' David groaned.

'My feet hurt! Dwayne Carry meeeee!' Marko complained 'I can't carry you, Marko... I don't have any thumbs to lift you.' Dwayne explained

'We won't make it to the cave in time! The sun is almost up!' Paul cried out to his partners and they started to panic again... That is until they heard a voice.

"Kitties?" The boys all turned around and while David and Dwayne looked as though they were ready to scratch, hiss, and claw; Paul and Marko looked at each other getting the same idea due to sharing one single brain cell.

They both started meowing and trying to rub themselves on the stranger, 'what the hell are you two doing?!' David yelled not wanting his partners to get hurt 'think about it, the sun is coming up! We play our cards right and they might take us home!' Marko explained to his two other partners.

Before David or Dwayne could do anything they heard the sound of a zipper, the stranger opened up their bag taking off their sweater and placing it at the bottom of their bag picking the kittens up starting with Marko then Paul, the stranger looked to the other two cats wondering if they should take them too; Dwayne took the first step moving towards the stranger, then David.

The zipper closed but not all the way to allow air and they started to move; they all huddled up snuggling together burying themselves in the soft material of the sweater to hide from the small speck of sun that would be showing soon as they all slowly drifted to sleep.

They would figure out what to do later, but for now, they wanted to sleep; they were tired.

Cat-astrophe masterslist

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys imagine #the lost boys as cats #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys marko #lost boys #slashers x reader #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #analeena's slashers #the lost boys #the lost boys david #the lost boys paul

[universitypenguin]

Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon

Warnings: Smut, Light bondage, NSFW, 18+

Word Count: Too long, as usual.

First of all, Steve Rogers loves sex. 

He’s a bit touch starved after waiting for the right woman, but when he finds you and things move into the physical affection stage, he’s all over you.

During sex, Steve loves that he can pick you up with little effort

He likes doing it against the wall

Standing, almost any position

Likes that he can hold your hips still even when you start to squirm when he hits the right spots

In general, holding onto your hips, your butt, and even when he gets to curl his hands around to grasp your inner thighs, Steve is thrilled. Captain America is an ass man.

He loves your legs too, though.

Likes to pin you down for prone bone.

He hates to admit how much using his strength against you turns him on.

But you love it too and when he realizes that you like the same positions he does, it gets more intense.

Like, he’ll pick you up while he’s standing and lift you to his shoulders, draping your legs over his shoulders to eat you out.

When Steve learns that you not only can orgasm multiple times, but that you enjoy it, he starts to let go a bit more.

At first he was careful in bed. He kept things slow and gentle, not being entirely sure of his strength. But once he gets comfortable…

He goes feral

It starts when you ask him to tie you up. The idea is only familiar to him from Tony and Thor’s jokes about 50 Shades of Gray.

Steve hates 50 Shades of Gray. He thinks Christian is an ass who doesn’t respect women.

But back to the topic: bondage. He’s willing to hear you out about why you want that. And eventually, he says yes.

The conversation about bondage goes like this:

You’ve never done bondage before. Despite having several past relationships and experiences, you’ve never trusted a man like that. Erotica tastes aside, reality is a beast of its own.

And without the feeling of complete safety that Steve Rogers inspires in your heart, you won’t have even brought it up.

But you trust him without reservations.

The idea of bondage for you is totally psychological. To have your hands restrained and be blind folded takes the pressure off of you. Sometimes your mind starts going during sex and it ruins your enjoyment.

It’s not like you’re thinking about the groceries or anything, just that you start planning your next move. Should you kiss him now, or do you need to moan louder? Does your moaning sound like a dying cat? Maybe you should keep it down.

So the blind fold is important.

And you don’t want to be able to move because you’d try to plan that too. Sometimes you put a lot of pressure on situations to be perfect. Perfect because you made it perfect, you mean. Your expectations are of yourself.

This is one reason you hate not being able to achieve orgasm. That matters to Steve a lot and he always but your pleasure first. The man is selfless and sweet. And when your mind decides to shut down the orgasm buttons, you hate disappointing him.

Steve is sold on the idea of bondage once he understands that it’s only an option because you feel safe with him. And he likes being the only person you’d trust to be this vulnerable with. All the 50 Shades objections vanish for him once you explain that part.

When you tell him that your struggles orgasming sometimes are from your own pressures to be good in bed, he gets it.

He loves that about you, your desire to please him and make things good. It motivates him to accept the offer of bondage.

Because it makes perfect sense that being forced to be the recipient and having control stripped away would fix that for you.

Steve says that you’ll have to let him make the plan. Which is *so* Steve Rogers it’s almost funny.

On a random Tuesday you get dinner with a friend and come home late. The lights are off which is weird because you expected Steve to be home. When you step inside you call out for him but no reply. Kicking off your shoes you wander to the kitchen and when you reach for the light switch, a hand grabs your wrist.

You give a small scream as a body presses you into the wall. Then you recognize the feel and the scent of his aftershave.

Steve has you pinned to the wall, wrists on either side of your head, feet spread apart and his big body caging you in.

It’s happening. It’s so happening. And you feel thrilled and scared and outrageously excited.

He’s excited too, you can feel it pressing into your back. The man’s been planning and fantasizing, clearly.

“Do you still want this, honey?”

His first words to you are the reason that you want this. It warms your heart at the same time your panties are growing wet.

“Yes, Steve. So much. Please.”

He rolls his hips, pressing his body against you and you can’t control the moan that passes your lips.

“Red means we stop. Yellow is slow down. If I’m going to do something that I think you need to consent to, I’ll ask ‘is this okay?’ and you’re going to say “Green” if you want it. Understand?

“Pick a safe word, doll.”

Eagle is your safe word. Your mind just liked the whole patriotic motif, you supposed.

Once the ground rules are laid out, Steve turns you around and with a tap on the curve of your ass, signals you to jump up.

With your legs around his waist and arms curled around his neck, he carried you upstairs to the bed.

Blindfold goes on first. Then cuffs that are lined with something soft that feels like shearling.

You know without asking that he picked them because he thought handcuffs would be too aggressive. Again, your heart flips.

“I’m going to push you, baby. I want you to wring every bit of enjoyment you can out of this. I’m going to make you come hard. You with me on that?”

You’re with him. You’ve waited a long time to try this.

“I have a plan for aftercare too,” he says.

And that’s your first hint that he’s about to go feral on you like he sometimes does when he’s keyed up from a mission.

Steve Rogers has freaking stamina for days. The man could kill you with sex if he wanted to.

(His sex drive is high… all that waiting for the right girl makes a man horny)

He undoes the halter tie of your dress and pull it down, slipping it over your legs.

He uses his mouth first. And it’s frustrating that he left your panties on. 

(The outfit was something he’d suggested. You’d thought he just liked the sundress and had been complimented when he’d said you’d look great in it today. Now it was clear he’d been planning all day. Probably longer.)

He’s been planning since the night you told him two weeks ago. Before the conversation was even over. You felt safe enough with him to ask for such a private and vulnerable fantasy and that turned him on in a mental way he can’t even explain.

So he starts by teasing you.

He kisses your mouth, slow and sensual. His tongue flicks against yours but never quite for as long as you’d like. And he knows how you like it by this point in the relationship. So you’re well aware he’s teasing you.

His mouth begins to wander to your neck and he laps at the sensitive spot. Your thighs clench in response. You’re soaked now, so wet it’s a little bit embarrassing.

He finally finds your breast with his mouth, taking an aching bud in his mouth and drawing on it. Softly. Gently. Lapping and teasing without the friction you needed to enjoy it.

Your breath came in pants now and you spread your legs to open yourself to encourage him to continue. Because there’s somewhere else that really needs attention.

Instead he turns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Slower. And softer. Stroking with his tongue until your nipple was painfully tight.

His hand trailed up to cup the breast he wasn’t sucking on. The pad of his thumb made teasing circles and you moaned, arching your back into his mouth.

He chuckled and released the aching bud with a pop. Fingertips swirled the nipple he’d just abandoned, coating it with his saliva. He pinch it just right and your hips jerked.

Arousal was a living breathing thing inside your body now, clawing at your lower belly, turning breath into unsteady pants.

“How are you doing, baby?”

The bastard knew you were dying. Sweat was starting to burst from your pores. Your entire body was hot with need.

“Please, Steve…”

“Mmmhh? What do you need, doll?”

“I need your to touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. I’m so wet for you, please touch me. Get inside of me.”

He purred. This was the moment you realized that you’d created a monster. Because he was getting off on the power play.

(This wasn’t actually when the monster was officially created. No, that would be later when you were done and he got to see your dazed face and tear filled eyes from the magnitude of what he’d drawn your body.)

He let go of the nipple and flattened his palm on your ribs, sliding it down inch by inch until he paused on your low belly.

He toyed with the band of your panties.

“You’re wet for me? Does this needy pussy want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both!!”

He laughed again. But he went ahead, so it was worth it.

And heaven help you, there were fireworks. The bondage was working wonders for your mental need to be out of control. But Steve took it higher when he forced your legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.

And while spin class workouts did amazing things for your thighs, nothing topped super soldier strength. You were stuck. Legs pushed flat to the bed, hands cuffed to the head board and nothing stopping the extremity turned on man with his head between your legs.

He lied about giving your his mouth and fingers. At first he only used his mouth on your clit, licking around it, touching the tip of his tongue over it in slow flicks, then finally, finally, sucking.

Your body seized at the shock of pleasure, white hot and raw jerking through nerve endings frayed from lack of fulfillment.

He knew what pitch he needed to hear you moan at before he added his fingers.

He knew it because Steve Rogers is a man who studies all the angles of a situation and knows his enemy. Or in this case, knows his lover.

He rubs at your G-spot with the pad of his finger and you scream.

Your head falls back on the pillow and tears start to flow because it’s not enough.

“More, oh, please. Steve, I need-“

He growls. “I know what you need, babydoll. And I’ll give it to you when you’re a good girl and you hold back that orgasm for me. I don’t want you to come yet. Don’t you dare come. If you do I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”

Just the idea of him spanking you almost makes you lose it.

He backs off the intensity. And you start to sob from the brutal frustration of being taken so high and left without release.

His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany, as you start to beg.

“Steve! Please, I want to come!”

“Not yet. Hold back. You be my good girl and hold back. I don’t want to spank that sweet behind until it’s red, but I’ll do it.”

Your scream is gargled by a wave of pleasure that makes your whole body roll as it rips through you from head to toe.

“Let me come, damn it!”

Smack. He’s light and there’s a sting on your right inner thigh.

“Hold. It. Back!”

Screams become sobs. You can’t hold still. You’re fighting the restraints and trying to move but he’s not allowing it. All you can do is clench around his fingers and cry.

“Come for me, baby.”

Release floods you in a second when he gives permission.

The cord of tension snaps. Your muscles lock. The scream you felt building is nowhere to be found. Your voice disappears in the violence of the orgasm. It’s totally silent as your body takes control.

Your channel clamps down around his fingers. The orgasm pulses through your body like being set on fire.

Then you scream. And the muscles that had gone stiff suddenly quiver with release.

If Steve hadn’t held you down through it you’d have been snapping your hips and arching into the sensations, away from them.

He keeps going, pushing you through it until the orgasm is finished.

Then you cry.

Honestly crying, because of the intensity of the release.

You’d expected to get off. You hadn’t guessed that you would get obliterated by the world’s most intense orgasm.

Steve immediately crawls up and takes off the blind fold.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe. Hold on to me.”

You move, trying to reciprocate when his arms go around you, but they’re still cuffed.

This makes you cry harder.

Steve rips them open, letting you free.

And then you’re in his arms and you can cry properly.

He rolls over with you in his arms, one arm tight around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

What shocks you is that he’s not nervous, apologizing, or asking if you’re hurt. He’s petting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere. Hold on to me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

The warm hand moving over your back is a delicious comfort. Almost as good as being held to the strong chest by arms thicker than most people’s legs.

When the storm of emotions passes, you blink up as Steve, a bit confused.

His smile is gentle and his eyes are filled with warmth.

“I did my research. You came down from that hard, didn’t you?”

Your answering “yeah,” is slurred.

He kisses your forehead. If you weren’t already boneless from your release, that would have finished you off.

“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to do this again.”

With a tired smile you arch an eyebrow.

“But we can’t be done. I haven’t had you inside of me yet, soldier.”

Steve’s eyes go wide at the remark and you smirk.

“I still need you to fuck me, baby. I need to feel you finish on top of me and collapse into my arms. Please.”

You said please. And if he didn’t get assist a lady who needed his help, what kind of a hero was he?

#steve rogers #captain america #headcanon #smut #steve rogers smut #avengers #lemon #lemon rambles #chris evans #reader #steve rodgers x reader

[artzee-bee]

End of all things [1] | Chat Noir x witch!reader

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug (Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir)

Summary: Y/N had been Chat Noir’s friend and moral support for a long time now. Even though she had magical powers too, she never liked getting involved with akuma attacks, but now, as Hawkmoth’s gotten control of the miraculous of creation, she couldn’t stay indiferent anymore. She had to save her friend and Paris!

Genre: Mostly angst? A little fluff

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death/dying

A/N: This was requested, but as I was writting it, it got very long and I’ve decided to post it in 2 parts. I’m not gonna post the request just now, so as to not spoil the rest of the story but Part 2 will be coming out on friday!!!

Part 2

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Chat was pacing around the room, waiting for you to be done with your potion. You had heard from your parents that there had been a new akuma attack today, but as the news reported, the two parisian heros took care of the problem in no time. For this reason, Chat’s presence at your house felt unusual. Normally he would stop by when he needed to rant, when he was in need of comfort and reassurance but the fight today went well, so what could possibly be bothering him?

“Ok, I’m done” you said, screwing the cap on the little bottle and placing it on your shelf “Wanna talk?” you asked, to which Chat gave you a shy smile

“Yeah, a little”

You made your way to your bed, motioning for him to follow you. You got under your covers and passed him his favorite plushie, a cat to no one’s surprise

“So what’s up? Is it about the fight today?”

“Well no it’s more like a...personal problem?”

“Oh…”

“Claws out” in a rush of light and electricity, the infamous hero vanished before you, transforming into Adrien Agrest

“Well, what is it?” 

Adrien revealed his identity to you months ago. You first met him as Chat, but when you really got to know each other, he decided you needed to know all of him. Well, he needed you to know all of him.

You listened to him rant until way past midnight. Until you were both too tired to stand up straight, so you laid down in your bed, covers up to your necks, muffled stories told in between yawns. You listened carefully, giving him your full attention. He fidgeted with the collar of the stuffed toy and you used your magic to make 2 hot chocolates. Eventually, everything that needed to be said, was said. You offered Adrien to watch a movie, since that always cheered him up, but he refused

“It’s late and I have a photoshoot early in the morning. My makeup team will be angry with my dark circles anyways, better not make it worse” he joked

Adrien transformed back into Chat and you cast a safety spell on him, which you did every time he left your house late at night. He always teased you about being ‘too protective’, but deep down he found it sweet how much you cared and wanted to know that he would get home in one piece.

“Night Chat” you said, wrapping your arms around the hero

“Good night Y/N!”

The next few days went by quietly. You hadn’t run into Adrien at all, but you texted a bit back and forth. Sunday evening however, things took a toll for the worst. You turned on your tv, ready to catch up with your show when you heard Nadja Chamack’s voice doing the news report

“It seems as though Rena Rouge and Chat Noir are struggling to stay on their feet! They have taken shelter under a fallen bus, leaving Ladybug alone to defeat Hawkmoth'' your pulse skyrocketed. As you watched the screen you could see Chat and Rena off to the side, struggling to catch their breath. Rena seemed to be in pain while Chat was trying to help. Ladybug was using her yoyo the best she could in order to protect herself from the supervillain, who was wielding his cane like a sword over her head. The fight was clearly going in Hawkmoth's favour! You grabbed your jacket and ran out the front door and onto the empty streets of Paris, towards the Eiffel Tower, where the fight was taking place. 

People screamed at you from their balconies to go home, warning you about the fight and the danger you were putting your life in but you didn’t care. All you could think about was how they needed you. Chat needed you! Every late night talk and every inside joke shared between you two replaid in your head like a broken record. Behind Chat’s tough mask, his alter ego of hero and protector, was the fragile figure of Adrien Agreste. The young blonde boy who cried during romantic comedies, who liked to have his hair braided and forgot how to speak when someone complimented him. If you didn’t help, the heros would loose and he would most likely die! Alongside Ladybug and Rena who, even though you didn’t know their real identities, were still young girls. As you ran down the street, you heard kids crying inside one of the homes. You ran past but at the last second you heard Nadia’s voice coming from their tv

“Ladybug was akumatized”

You approached the Eiffel tower from the side, where you could see everything going on. In front of the tower, right next to Hawkmoth, stood Marinette Dupain-Cheng, dressed in a tight, dark red suit, darker than Ladybug’s. Black butterflies replaced the dots of the heroine's suit and the purple butterfly mask of Hawkmoth’s control was shining over her face. Marinette was Ladybug! She did, in fact, get akumatized. On the other side, you saw Rena and Chat, struggling to stay up right. They were obviously in a lot of pain and extremely tired, but Hawkmoth was merely mocking them.

“After all this time” Chat spoke up, but his breaths were shallow and rapid “I thought you’d know one thing about us! We don’t give up without a fight. Never will. Especially not against you” and with that, the two ran at each other.

“It doesn’t have to end like this, you know?” he said “We don’t have to fight to death. I wouldn’t want to have that on my conscience. All you have to do is give me your miraculouses willingly. The town will be safe, you will be safe! It’s the most heroic option you’ve got. You won’t be any good to Paris if you are dead”

You knew this was not just another fight between them. This was it. Either the heros won or everything they’ve worked for would be lost. Hawkmoth would win and get his hands on both miraculous and god knows what kind of destruction that would bring not only upon Paris, but the world. You focused all your energy in one spot in the air, right between where Chat and Hawkmoth were supposed to clash but before they could reach each other, you sent a wave of energy that blew both of them apart, like a bomb. Hawkmoth flew back into the Eiffel tower while Chat hit the pavement with a thud. Confused and certainly disturbed, both of them began looking around for an answer as to what happened when, finally, Hawkmoth’s eyes landed on yours.

“Aha, miss Y/L/N. What a spectacular honor to finally meet you!” you didn’t reply, instead you stood tall, maintaining eye contact

“I know a lot about you. Seen a lot. Felt a lot of your emotions. None of them can compare to the powers I’ll have with the two miraculouses. With Ladybug’s earrings and the guardian under my control, I’d say my mission here is almost over’’

“Y/N get back!’’ Chat screamed but you were too involved now to run. This was your fight too.

“It is time you give up Hawkmoth. Paris is not yours, neither are the miraculouses. We will destroy you, no matter what it takes!”

“Listen to yourself, kid! <<Destroy me>>? The most you can do is pull a rabbit out of your hat…” before he could finish his sentence, you snapped your fingers in his direction and instantly, the ground around beneath Hawkmoth and akumatized Marinette, fractured. From within the cracks, many tangled plants came out, encapsulating the 2 villains. You sprinted towards Chat and Rena, ignoring the signs of struggle coming from the prison of weeds.

 Alongside the two superheros, you hid inside a corner coffee shop, which was now empty.

“Y/N, you need to leave!! You are putting yourself in too much danger!” Rena told you, as she collapsed to the ground from exhaustion

“Stop with that already! I am here and I’m not going anywhere!”

“Yes you are!” Chat looked at you. His voice was calm and yet, his eyes were filled with disappointment “You are not a superhero. This is our job!”

“You need help”

“No we don’t!” Chat had never, in all your years of friendship, raised his voice at you, let alone yell “ You need to stay safe! You could die! Hawkmoth doesn’t care about anything if it helps him get what he wants! I am ready to take that risk. Rena is too” you both turned to the red headed hero, only to see her slowly nod “But I can’t allow you to take it”

“You can’t tell me what to do”

“I don’t want you to die!” he screamed again “I love you and I will never forgive myself if you don’t come out of this alive!”

Before you could say anything, you saw Hawkmoth and his minion, through the cafe window, cutting through the last of the plants and escaping your trap. You grabbed Chat’s arm and pulled him to the floor, from where you could not be seen

“We’re in this together now” you said in a stern voice, looking the blonde kid right in his eyes “Whether you like it or not '' this time, he simply nodded.

You stuffed your hands into the pocket of your jacket and pulled out 3 little bottles, containing a mate, green liquid. You had prepared one for each of the heros, now you’d only need two.

“Here, drink this!” You handed each of them one “Regeneration potion. Should put you back on your feet.” as soon as they finished drinking the brew, you could see color coming back to their faces

“Where’s Marinette’s akuma??” 

“Her necklace” replied Rena “It’s a gift from her kwami”

“Got it. You deal with Hawkmoth. I’ll bring Marinette back!”

Chat and Rena exited through the front door, grabbing Hawkmoth’s attention. He called out to Marinette to attack, but before she could take a single step in your direction, you had snuck up behind her. Using a simple invisibility spell, you managed to exit unnoticed behind the two heros. It finally felt like the fight had truly begun. From the corner of your eye you could see Chat and Rena doging Hawkmoth’s attacks while you, were doing your best to get your hands on the stupid necklace! Even though she couldn’t see you, Marinette seemed to almost always know what your next move was. She would expertly block all your attack and would keep you an arm’s length away at all times. Finally, you had enough and in one swift motion, you pinned her back to your chest, ripping the necklace away. A wave of black and purple took over the both of you and when it vanished, all you were left with was a half unconscious Marinette in your arms. You dropped her to the ground slowly as she was coming back to her senses. You wanted to talk to her but your thoughts were driven away as you heard Chat scream bloody murder.

On the opposite side of the platza, you saw Hawkmoth rip Chat’s ring off his finger, forcing him to detransform. The exhausted figure of Adrien Agreste fell to the ground with a thud. Hawkmoth had, indeed, gotten his hand on both the miraculouses.

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can we have a chat noir x reader x ladybug where chat and lady are constantly trying to out due in battles each other for the reader’s attention, even in school with adrian and marionette

a loving feeling

Pairing: Adrien/Chat Noir, Marinette/Ladybug x GenderNeutral!Reader

Here's the first request I got! I literally love this idea so much oh my god. I hope you like it :)

“Adrien, dude, go talk to them. Now’s your chance!“ said Nino, reassuringly patting his best friend on the back. Adrien’s palms sweat just because of the thought of talking to them. It had been so long since he felt anything other than platonic love for somebody and was losing his mind. Adrien knew he wasn’t the only one who saw Y/N as potentially someone who was to be more than a friend. How could he be? 

“Go! Now!“ Nino pushed him closer to the infatuating dream of his best friend. Disappearing in a split second he rebounded with his girlfriend. 

Adrien made a few steps. It has seemed the person of his dreams was way too far away from him. Fear grew with each step and his heart was now beating in his throat, unable to catch a breath. Yes! They are so close! He can see them, just a bit more. He is already there, just hanging by the tip of a finger... And suddenly he was in a broom closet. 

“Oh, Plagg I chickened out again“ Adrien cried, clenching his fists against the wall. The kwami flew around his head in an attempt to catch his gaze. 

“Honestly Adrien, you could only talk to them when you were Cat Noir. But when you’re...well you, you lose your mind!“ he spoke “You see, cheese doesn’t do that to a person“

“You’re a kwami“

“My point still stands.“

Adrien banged his hair against the wall. It’s true, he could always talk to them when he was dressed in black. “I'm going to talk to them, today!”

“You go to the same class, you talk to them every day “ Plagg rolled his eyes, getting tired of the same old story his owner has been playing over and over

The blonde boy shook his head trying to talk to Plagg on a serious note “You know what I mean”

Upon entering the class, Marinette stumbled over her thoughts. She had decided she will talk to them today. She had no idea how, but she had put her mind to it. She is doing this.

"Hi, Marinette," said Y/N when they saw the bluenette deep in her thought.

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. She had to process what is happening before she could open her mouth.

"O-oh, hi, Y/N. Are you how? I mean, how you are?" she felt embarrassed by the inability to speak as she tried to collect herself "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Do you want to sit next to me today? Nino and Alya sat together." they questioned, pointing to the couple in love, sat in the second row.

Marinette's face lit up in joy as she shook her head in approval "Yeah, I will". The two sat down in the first row, waiting for the class to start.

"So, Y/N, tell me, um do you- want to-" Blue-haired girl started as the duo collected their bags and headed towards the door. Y/N watched the girl carefully until she was interrupted by a loud cheer behind them.

They turned around, meeting eyes with a pair of green ones that lit under the blonde hair. "Hi, Adrien!" they waved in response.

Marinette's face reddened. It wasn't just because of the Adrien himself who too, made her blush a little. But it was because he could not have found the worse time to come by...

Her fingers twitched as she watched him smile sweetly and sly to the person she was just about to ask out. He had a kind, heart-warming smile on his face, and he was talking so softly to them. His fingers twirled in his blonde hair as he...

Marinette's face widened at the realization. The guy was stealing her date!

"Actually, we were talking you can come back by later" she interrupted blushing Adrien, taking Y/N's hand in hers and walking off. Without thinking, Adrien reached out, grabbing Y/N's hand. His fingers wrapped around their wrist. "Why can't I join you?" he blurted.

"Of course you can!" Y/N exclaimed

"No, you can't. Don't you have a fencing class to attend to?" Marinette fought back, crossing her hands on her chest.

"It got postponed"

"It never does"

"But today it has so I have an hour of free time"

Y/N watched as the two held a strong eye contact filled with rage and jealousy. Their bodies came closer and closer as they fought back and forth for their attention.

Suddenly, the door of the school burst open, shrieks fulfilling the building. A woman dressed in black entered, her ripped dress falling to the floor. Silver hair of hers flowed in the wind as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the machine in her hand. Two rat ears grew on the tip of her head and a tail that followed the theme.

She walked around, shooting every random passenger and turning them into...rats?

"We have to hide!" Y/N exclaimed as they took both of their hands, leading them into a classroom.

Marinette stuttered, ripping their hands apart even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. "I forgot my bag in the other classroom, I have to get that, it's important, you guys go hide now!"

Y/N nodded, running again, leaving Adrien to follow along. "Locker rooms! We can hide there" he said, grabbing them by the hand and running to the secure place in school.

"Chloe! Where are you Chloe!" the rat lady yelled, leading her way through the corridors of the Françoise Dupont High School. "Hide here," he said, showing them a safe place in one of the lockers.

"You too." They said pointing to the one across. Adrien only nodded in response and faking it once they were completely safe. The blonde's legs carried him to the bathroom by the speed of light.

Closing the door he took a moment to take a deep breath and rest his back against the wall. His kwami reappeared in front of his face, waiting for a word. Something. Anything.

"Don't you have a significant other to save, Adrien?"

Adrien got himself on his feet, away from the daydreams. Plagg was right, he did everything better when he was Chat Noir, so saving them should be as easy too. Maybe then he can finally talk to them without interruptions or his own fears.

The blonde nodded. "Plagg claws out!"

Although they knew they could be in danger, Y/N couldn't take being locked up in a locker anymore. She stepped out, only to be met by Adrian's open locker. The rat lady must have got to him.

"Stupid" they hummed to themselves as they looked around, figuring out what to do.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and the infamous black cat costume appeared before them, taking their breath as always. "Well hello I guess we're stuck in danger together," he said flirty "Might as well make the most out of it" he bowed down before them.

"Poor kitty, and where's your lady?" They said, teasingly to the cat boy who so desperately tried to get under their skin.

"Said she will be right back."

And just on queue, the lady in red stormed into the room. Taking a look at Chat Noir once she sighed. "I'm sorry to do this, but it's important. Multimouse, I need you." She handed the already well-known miraculous box to them as they nodded in response.

It was safe to say Chat Noir was losing his mind. His eyes widened at the sudden information, as he stared at them in amazement. "You're Multimouse?!" he squeaked. Thinking back on the previous times Multimouse came to help and he did nothing but flirt with them. There was something that stood out about them and he never knew what. Now, it all made sense.

Then yet again, he wonders how whenever Multimous was around, Ladybug also got way more talkative and goofy and eager for their attention. He remembers all the fights over Multimouse he and the lady had led. It all came together now.

"Of course I am," they said, tying the necklace around their neck and meeting with Mullo, once again.

"I've missed you Y/N," Mullo said, happily flying around.

"I can say the same" they responded, ready to transform "Mullo, get squeaky!"

"Wow," both of the Paris' superheroes were smitten. Stealing a dirty look from each other for one last time they created a plan with Multimouse to defeat Ninkilia. As Ladybug said, she is completely sure the Akuma is in her hand machine.

"That's the plan, just follow my lead" she finished her speech

"As you wish my lady" Multimouse chimed in before Chat Noir could say anything. Ladybug's hot cheeks were prominent through her mask, and the cat looked nothing but jealous.

"R-right, let's go" the girl with spots exclaimed, her cheeks still burning red.

Jumping from the roof, Multimouse teased the villain. "A mouse? No!" Ninkilia yelled. "If you can live in the garbage now, why can't you do it in a form of a true rat itself" she cried as she shot around random people on the street.

"We have to get to her hand machine quickly," Chat Noir said fighting the lady in black. "And maybe then we can go somewhere just the two of us."

He winked at Multimouse who only laughed, and earned a look of pure hatred from Ladybug. Expecting a comment on his own behalf, Chat Noir was surprised by the lady's response. "You don't want to go with him trust me. I know the best ice cream in town."

Multimouse only laughed "Let's get rid of this rat lady first," they said "Multitude!"

"No, not the mice!" Ninkilia desperately tried shooting the little mice around her as they climbed up her legs. Ladybug's yoyo wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Cataclysm"

The Akuma has been purified and the trio has once more, saved the day. "Pound it!"

"It has been a pleasure working with you" black cat smiled sheepishly, taking the mouse's hand and kissing it softly. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you again soon?"

"We'll see," they said, signalizing Ladybug it's time to go.

Ladybug pulled them close, taking them by the waist and already feeling her heart beat faster. Multimouse, or precisely, Y/N placed their head in the crook of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Soon, they were flying through the air, holding just by her yoyo.

"Thank you for choosing me," they said, as they scootched closer to her body, clinging in fear of falling down.

"How could I not?"

Marinette's heartbeat raced faster as they shared a soft smile. If it were up to her, she would like to fight alongside them all the time.

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