#[there you go Ang :'3c]

[angeart]

I WANT to ask more about the breakdowns you two are handing out but I dunno what to ask that you might be willing to answer so... please Ange more teases? Pretty please?

-🎀

I AM INVITED TO TEASE!! insert excited cat wiggle

so here's a fun thing to consider:

hhau has a happy ending, right? the rescue. that is their happy ending. but. it isn't really an ending, is it? because things don't end. even when scar and grian are plucked from that horrible place and placed somewhere safer, they're still riddled with trauma and things that stay and stick and linger.

one of those things they have to deal with is the knowledge that they've changed. they had to, to survive.

but the hermits don't have all the context for these changes. they see grian flinching and hiding, seemingly voluntarily grounded, easily scared. they see scar, growling and protective, wings tattered, all the sharp vex edges waiting within easy reach in case he'd need them.

neither of them are the giggly, pesky hermits the others have grown to know and love.

neither of them are the bright, talented, inspired, creative builders the others have originally invited to come join them on hermitcraft.

and it's exhausting, to constantly be aware of how the others expect them to be someone they're not. how displaced they feel. how hard it is, to look at what's meant to be their home and their family, and feel like they no longer know how to belong.

amidst this all, the hermits are searching for the signs of the people they used to know, looking for ways to help them be themselves again, instead of acknowledging that maybe this is who grian and scar are now.

have this little rp snippet as a treat:

"I know they mean well..." Scar whines into Grian's chest this time, and though there's no cozy shawl to bury himself in, it's just as comforting. "but they don't know everything, and... and I know that's mostly on us, but god it's just... it's so much sometimes, Grian."

It's not exactly pleasant to recall those memories. To try to explain just how horrific it was to their old friends. To look them in the eyes and admit that they're different now because they had to be. (And how they still hope to be loved despite it all.)

[bunnypeew]

Hiya!

So I have this request thing for Alastor!

Alastor x Fem!(if that's ok) co-hostess and they like knew each other when they were alive and were co hosts!

Mon ange - Alastor x Fem!reader

That sounds so cute!! yes I can definitely give it a shot, I'm guessing she was the co-host to his radio show :3c

She has been looking for a job for a couple more days now since her last job didn't end up very well. She heard of this Hazbin Hotel was something about rehabilitation, so she thought that maybe she could find a job there as a hostess, the same job she had when she was alive back when. So that she did, it was quite some time till she found the way to it but when she did it was a pretty swell walk, arrived at the hotel she knocked on the door awaiting a reply. This blonde opened the door with an excited face

''Oh my god! hi! I'm Charlie welcome to the hazbin hotel!! How can I help you,,

she says in an eager voice grabbing Y/n hands to give them a shake, she then gives her time to reply to the question she posed

''Oh right. Em, I'm not sure if you are looking for employees but I kind of was looking for a job, if that's okay,,

this made Charlie even more excited, which Y/n thought was impossible but there it was. With a little gentle push, Charlie made her come inside the hotel to see the lobby where a bunch of other demons were hanging out. A spider demon was sitting at the bar with a cat demon, on the other side a girl with an x over her eye was holding up an angelic spear and looking at Y/n, and finally near them now there was another rather tall demon, his aesthetic being mostly composed of red and a little bit of white on his collar, Y/n eyes made their way up to the mans face seeing he had a rather sinister smile, something about that was quite familiar to her but she couldn't put a finger on it

Charlie started presenting every demon to her, Angel Dust, Husk and Vaggie, waiting for this creepy guy to get presented

''And this is our hotel Host Alastor!,,

hearing that Y/n froze giving him another look from head to toe to see if this person was actually her Alastor the one she had known her entire life and with whom she co-hosted the radio broadcast most of New Orleans was listening to at the time. She walked a little closer to him, her hand reaching for him a little bit

Memories started to flow in as she heard that name, memories from when she was still alive, 1930s New Orleans, Louisiana. She had been quite the charmer when she was alive, not exactly to attract men but in general she had a charming personality. She hadn't really found anyone she actually liked for years, not being one for relationships anyway but it was when she went to this speakeasy for a couple of drinks that she found her someone, at the time they were just talking to each other each and every night about all kinds of stuff, especially cooking, since Alastor was a real foodie and loved to talk about some of his mother recipes sometimes, But it was not until one night where she went to visit him at his home near the forest that she found out about his hobby of killing and eating people, at first she was quite scared about it but she knew that he wouldn't hurt her for the world, so she felt safe around him even for what he did. At that time, Alastor suggested she become his co-hostess for the radio show he put up, and since she was kind of head over heels for him she accepted. they would put up shows almost every night talking about all kinds of stuff and playing mostly jazz music, sometimes the occasional love song Y/n would put into giving a hint to him, It took a while for Alastor to realise what was going on in her mind, he could tell something was bothering her but he couldn't put a finger on it, it was not until you actually confessed to him one time before a broadcast that he understood what was going on

''Oh mon ange you should have told me sooner, you know I'm quite rusty when it comes to romance, but I do accept your heart as mine~,,

He said that the night before he would be found dead in the forest near his house, shot through the forehead by some hunter who mistook him for a deer, their relationship ending there and then leaving Y/n heartbroken and alone.

''Alastor?,,

she mutters out loud looking him in the eyes, his smile falters ever so slightly looking at the shorter woman, some sort of confusion in his eyes as this person seemed to know him, and then it finally clicked in his head

''mon chéri? Y/n is that you?,,

he speaks in a soft but firm voice, reaching out for her hand, taking it in his looking her up and down once before realising it was in fact her, the co-hostess he had on his radio show, not to mention, his chéri.

''Oh my stars Alastor it's actually you, I thought I'd never find you again!,,

she says going for an embrace, and surprisingly to everyone Alastor accept it right away, putting his arms around her shoulders and squeezing

''so you two know each other?,,

Charlie says out of nowhere looking at them with a 'You guys were an item at some point and I know it' look on her face

''yeah, we both hosted his radio show when we were alive! I was the co-hostess, it was such a pleasurable time for us both, and yes we were kind of a thing.. which I hope we could still do...,,

she says turning her attention fully to the deer demon before her. with a soft smile on her lips and a gentle touch on his hand. Alastor looked her softly in the eyes, himself wanting to be closer to her once again in another lifetime, or deathtime. He wanted nothing more at that right moment.

''Of course mon chéri, I would love nothing more, hell you said you were looking for a job, how about getting your old one back! my dearest you are fit to be my co-hostess once again ha!,,

he says with a power-filled voice, his gaze still soft on her, taking her hand now and placing a kiss on it.

''Mon ange,,

A/n: here it is!!! I actually loved writing this one Im so soft for Alastor speaking french istg, hope you enjoyed this one shot :3c

[lichenes]

hiiiii you’re doing gods work by making these fanfics truly so grateful do you 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 could you please do more Swann fics oh just himself pls🥺 nafw or sfw whichever you like!!

Thank you anon<33 Thought I'd give you a domestic moment of you nd Swann :3c

CW: established relationship, kissin, inconsistent french pronouns

wc: 358

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You entered your house incredibly exhausted from the day you've had. The scent filling your nose almost knocked you off your feet with how good it was. "Swann?" You called out into the ether, earning a response in the form of a hum. You took off your shoes and shrugged off your coat, guiding your steps towards the kitchen where the smell was coming from.

"What are you cooking, love?" He turned his head, stirring the contents of the pan constantly. "Could you hand me the lid?" You did, and he turned down the heat. "I have to let it simmer for a bit." He put the wooden spoon on the brink of the sink as to not dirty the counter.

"How was your day, ma chérie?" Swann asked, wiping his hands on the apron you got him for Christmas. "Tiring, but I'm glad to be home." You smiled at him, and he extended his arms, inviting you into a hug. While you were hugging, he kissed the top of your head, making butterflies spread through your stomach.

"Lovely, I think it's burning." You said, pulling back from him. He quickly retrieved the spoon and started stirring furiously, cursing in French under his breath, which earned a laugh out of you.

When dinner was ready, he plated two portions. The meal was lovely, and you offered to do the washing up as he was the one cooking. While you were cleaning the plates, he put leftovers into a container and put them into the fridge. "How are you doing, lovely?" You asked him, drying the plates.

"Mhm, fine." Swann smiled at you. That ice-melting smile was something that got you every single time. What you weren't fully aware of was him being totally lost in your gorgeous eyes. "Mon ange…" He put his hands on your cheeks. "Mon cœur…" He said, putting his forehead to yours.

You chuckled, your cheeks heating up. He gave you a careful kiss, making you melt in his grasp. He disarmed you with romantic remarks and dodged all your barriers, going straight for your heart, which was truly all his.

"Let's go to bed."

[h-doodles]

OKAY FILO READER X LARISSA X MARILYN IS LIKE. hold on

im making use of tagalog here im TOO keyed up to translate everything!!!!! just ask clarifications in the comments ig ANYWYAS!!!!

@muffintopxs @yannavility LETS GO MGA BHIE LETS GO

SO BASICALLY established Marilyn/Larissa here :) para masaya <3

They're official and people know but they're just lowkey abt it hehe :3c

ALSO Marilyn IS Laurel but she's not out for revenge, she's gotten therapy and like. Larissa knows and supports her gf <3 & actually hold on. semi inspired by Daylily by GhostedPast (ao3) BASAHIN NYOOOOOO ANG GANDAAAAAA

ANYWAYS

Filipino reader is Nevermore's new chef, currently training to take over one of the old ones bc they're retiring etc etc and well, a job posting overseas? reader snaps it up for the opportunity <3

Anyways im gonna use my Self Insert rn para di ko na need paulit-uliting reader hahaha

introducing Helene G. Salazar, 24 years old; youngest of 3 siblings; recent graduate of BS in Hotel, Restaurant and Institution Management major in Culinary Arts from the De La Salle College of Saint Benilde :)

(im not tho. for story purposes only!!!)

guess im gonna draw her in her chef outfit later but for all intents & purposes the old drawing of me/helene in that doodle dump aka my old hair pre-dye in a half down/half-up bun!!!

basically physical attributes include: being 5'1, having dark brown eyes, dark hair & fair-ish skin :) little scarring & callouses in her hands from handing kitchen tools etc

MOVING ON

So Helene is the materially spoiled, emotionally neglected youngest child to a prominent business magnate so you know she's got issues, but she's been working on them (dont worry <3) and lives a fairly decent lifestyle out in an appartment she rents with her friends near their college (...sorry being a semi rich bitch is literally a dream and like. yeah. IN THIS ECONOMY NGA NAMAN KASI.... + living with your friends is a literal dream IM SO SAD its not happening to me!!!!!)

She's had enough of living under her father's thumb, and being expected to fully work for one of their restaurant lines thanks to the degree she insisted to pursue, constantly compared to her more "accomplished" siblings (who she DOES love but dear god, she only ever wants them in small doses), and well, after her mother died, it's not like living in the family mansion was any more bearable when she was still alive. and etc which is why she's ready & packed after graduation actually <3

OK BRAINWAVE BUT I CAN SEE AS THE ONE CHEF RETIRING AS HER UNCLE (MOTHER'S SIDE) who's her favorite relative and the reason she discovered her loved cooking & pursued her degree and like. Yeah :)

He calls her up and asks halfway through her last year if she'd be interested to move in Canada if he ever retires and be his replacement and like. Yeah, actually! That'd be nice :)

ANYWAYS

SO SHE ARRIVES DURING NEVERMORE'S SUMMER BREAK, meeting up with her uncle i'm now naming Rafael :) and brings her to his appartment in Jericho to learn the ropes & show her around etc etc before he brings her to Nevermore and like.

She's cool & optimistic during the interview & live testing with a member of the board (Larissa & the other teachers were out for a conference, so they dont meet her yet) & she gets in! she's starting the coming school year :) but she's free to come in & learn the ropes from the other chefs <3

Anyways while most of the teachers were out, the rest of the staff were going in and out as well, with no kids to look after but still a castle to maintain so. Helene learns the passages & meets & befriends new staff everyday :)

OH BTW Helene is. technically a normie here, but I want to incorporate her Mom being a Diwata/Engkantada >< but she's only inherited a slightly powered green thumb out of all the powers her mother used to have. thats the price she had to pay for living in the city & not being able to connect to nature much tbh

(the rest of the family are normies tho. Her siblings were each from another woman, he remarried 3 times and after Helene's mom died, he just gave up on love and focused on his business. Tio Rafael on the other hand is an Engkanto as well, but his powers were more focused on luck rather than nature, so he was free to go as he pleased)

ANYWAYS bringing to their first meeting! OFC Larissa knew one of their long-time chefs were retiring and wished to know the replacement as soon as posible but since the interview took place during the time she & Marilyn & the other teachers were out in a 2-week long teacher's conference, she hadn't been able to meet the new chef directly

SO cue to the day they come back, but it's Helene's day off instead and she's stocking up on herbs & spices & plants to bring to the quarters assigned to her when school starts SO this way, she meets Marilyn first— they reach for the same plant in the plant nursery and she's flustered for being caught unawares and also. HELP hot redhead stranger alert!!!! so she tells the woman to go ahead and take it and like

Marilyn: Oh that's kind of you, sweetie, but you're not from around here, are you? You should take it if you've gone all this way for this one! I can always wait for the next shipment, I'll just tell them to hold one since I'm a regular here after all :) *fixes her eyeglasses*

Helene, disaster lesbian in the presence of a v hot AND v kind redhead milf: Oh but I- um,,, are you sure? I don't really need it urgently, and I can also just come back here next time, Miss...?

Marilyn, smiling: Don't worry about it! And it's Marilyn. Marilyn Thornhill.

Helene: Well, if you're sure, then thank you very much Miss Thornhill! I'm Helene, Helene Salazar. I actually just moved here a few weeks ago, I was just stocking up on these for my cooking.

Marilyn: Please, just call me Marilyn, I get enough of that with my students! And Salazar? Are you by any chance the new chef replacing Rafael for Nevermore this coming year?

Helene: Okay, Miss— *Mari mock glares & Helene laughs* Marilyn— please call me Helene in return. And yes, I am! Tio Rafa's very excited for it to come so he can travel already, to be honest. I'm guess you're the Botany teacher then?

And basically they hit off and become friends :3c (Helene's TOTALLY crushing hard but doesn't let it show,,,,,) & leave after almost an hour of chatting & browsing through the rest of the plants

Marilyn TOTALLY tells Larissa abt the super nice encounter with the friendly new chef when she finally gets back so ofc Larissa is now even more intrigued in meeting her :)))))

ANYWAYS

im still wondering whether or not Larissa & Helene keep missing each other but Helene & Marilyn literally bump so often they're besties at the point Larissa meets Helene and its like. hee hee honk honk moment to Helene bc HOLY SHIT. how can she miss this 6'6 (okay, 6'3 w/ 3 inch kitten heels) silver haired goddess?????

And at that moment Helene gay panics a bit bc thats also. HER BOSS and oh no she's tall and hot and smells super nice and THAT ACCENT???? BABE help

so she's short & respectful & a lil spacey and excuses herself to gk so Larissa is sad Helene doesn't seem to like her while Marilyn is just. HM. getting this girl gay as fuck vibes here. but only internally bc ofc she wants to test her theory :3c

Helene makes up for it by slowly getting used??? to the woman & stalking finding out & learning how to make/whipping up Larissa's favorite desert a few weeks later and like.

(her love language is acts of service & making food kasiiiii hehe na fall na sya agad)

Helene: So for dinner I thought we could shake up the deserts for a bit; I found fresh strawberries in the Farmer's Market yesterday and got inspired—

Marilyn: Oh, that Shortcake looks positively divine! Did you know that's Larissa's favorite? You could literally lay down a slice and next thing you know, she's halfway through it the next second!

Helene: Really? Oh, well, I hope you like it, Principal Weems—

Larissa: *already savoring the first bite & moans a little with how good it is* Oh, it's DEFINITELY liked, Miss Salazar—

Marilyn: See?

Helene: *FUCKING BLUSHING INSIDE BUT TRYING TO NOT LET IT SHOW BUT HER EARS ARE RED-TIPPED & MARI NOTICES & IT'S A GOTCHA MOMENT. TO HER.* W-well, I'm glad my baking skills pass the test :)

Larissa: *purrs w/ a little playful smirk* Oh, Miss Salazar, I dare say you've gone exceeded them. *eats another bite*

Marilyn: Say, Helene, would you consider making me a Blueberry cheesecake next? I've been craving some like crazy— *tilts her head a little, getting Helene's attention, now testing her OTHER hypothesis*

Helene: *looking towards to Mari, soft & slowly going 0 thoughts head empty, nodding* O-of course, Mari! I've actually got ahold of a fresh batch as well, I've got them stored in the fridge and I'll make you them for tomorrow.

Marilyn: *smiling* Thank you, sweetheart. I already can't wait to taste it, i'm sure it'll be— *also digs in her cake and moans* —as wonderful as this cake!

Helene: *grinning dopily, DEFINITELY NOW 0 thoughts head empty* Hehehe stop na po, you're both very kind but i'm shy—

Larissa: You know, darling, you should just take the compliment.

Marilyn: Savor it properly, or else we might just have to train you to take them.

Helene: *processing*

Helene: *ERROR 404 LOCAL LESBIAN DEAD IN NEVERMORE* wh-um, ,,,,, yes okay, i'll, i'll try.......

Marilyn: Good!

Helene: 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Larissa: Now, if only I can get you to finally call me Larissa, like I've been telling you for a week now...

Marilyn: You can always try glaring at her, Riss. That's how I got her to call me by my name.

Larissa: Well, Helene? Will I have to resort to being mean?

Helene: B-but, Miss— *Larissa glares* Ugh, FINE, Larissa, you win!

Larissa: Good girl.

Helene:

Helene: 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

(HDJDKDDK YUNG KABAKLAAN KO GIRL HELP)

SO like i said earlier its established Marilyn/Larissa ok? they're p happy but like. Helene being SO attentive and real and earnest with both of them makes them. so soft and LEARNING THAT THIS GIRL is attracted to them both? but still very respectful of their boundaries and supportive???? they have a discussion and agree they're open to negotiating a poly relationship <3

AND DAY BY DAY YUNG KABAKLAAN NI HELENE MGA BHIE. DI NA KINAKAYA NG KATAWAN. THIS BITCH IN 24/7 GAY YEARNING MODE BUT ITS NEVER BEEN A BETTER TIME BC SHE'S USING THOSE ENERGIES TO POWER HER COOKING

and like. idk. you can just taste the love in the meals she creates when she's in shift. and everyone who eats during those days she's on duty is like. Wow, this really just tastes like love AND what a good home is like.

Helene fell first, but Rissa & Mari are falling harder and like. they're all having dinner now like GIRL gabigabi na halos HAHAHAHA date night and like. wAUGHH HHHH one night Helene expresses she misses authentic leche flan (as in yung nasa lañera pa), suman, bibingka AND puto bumbong

(oo nagugutom ako for these kakanin RIGHT NOW HELP)

so anyways Larissa & Marilyn research what those are and like. Helene has always cooked for us & made us our favorite treats, maybe we could try and find where we could get these and make them for her? as a treat????

And like. ofc out of the 4 snacks listed there the most feasible one they could create is the leche flan and honestly its a stroke of luck that Rafael was back in town a day Helene was driving out to meet with one of her friends who's also moved to Canada (........i have half a mind to create another OC who's also a therapist/psychiatrist to pair with Miss Valerie Kinbott bc u know what. the milfs in this show deserve love and happiness and to me theyre all aliveeeeee LMAO)

ANYWAYS BASICALLY THEYRE SOFT BITCHES OMG WTF IM SCREAMING helppppp hellpppppppppp

so they enlist Rafael's help, who got the lañeras from a fellow OFW working in Burlington, and proceeded to learn to make the treat :)))))

ok but also

Rafael: *when the flans are placed into the steamer and now they just have to wait for them to cook* Miss Weems, I know we've been colleagues for quite some time now; and Miss Thornhill, it's been a year but I'd like to consider us friends, with how frequent you'd sneaked into the kitchens at midnight, so I have to ask. What are your intentions with my niece?

Larissa: I'm sorry?

Marilyn: We, we just wanted to do something nice for her...

Rafael: ...You both have this certain glint in your eyes. Have you even told her you're together?

Larissa: I'm sure she already knows, we have been affectionate in her presence before—

Marilyn: But we're, well. I know we're low-key most of the time, but students and the other staff talk too, you know.

Larissa squeezes her hand, and straightens her back, decided. Rafael looks at her & Marilyn, unflinching.

Larissa: We're falling for your niece, Rafael. I know it's unorthodox, but, well, Marilyn and I talked...

Marilyn: ...We're both in agreement about opening our relationship, to include her, if she'll have us.

Rafael: ...Good. I just had to make sure.

Larissa & Marilyn: ¿¿¿¿????

Rafael: My niece has had the most impossible crushes & worst kind of relationships since she came out, so I'm just happy to see her luck's turned around. Please, take care with her. She's strong, but her heart is fragile.

Larissa & Marilyn look at each other, then back again to Rafael, and nods.

MEANWHILE

Helene w/ the bestie:

Helene: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I CAN'T. I NEED TO QUIT!

Bestie, who I'm now naming Eva: *patting her bestie on the back* What happened to the girl who once vowed to seduce her math's prof in second year to pass? and did pass but only slept with them during the graduation itself?

Helene: *glaring at her* Gago, make out lang. Kulang kasi sa oras, plus— wait, TIMEOUT, that's not the point here!

Eva: *rolls her eyes* The point is, you've got no point. Like mo sila both, right? So bat 'di mo nalang itry, nagawa mo na dati dibe?

Helene: *raises her hands* THEY'RE TOGETHER AND I LOVE AND RESPECT THEM TOO MUCH FOR THAT!!!

Eva: Ah, so you've finally admitted it. Congrats!

Helene:

Eva:

Helene: Huh?

Eva: Girl, yung kabaklaan mo, kita from outer space.

Helene: char lang yan, right?

Eva: Helene.

Helene: Right?

Eva:

Helene: Shit. and they still are comfortable enough to have dinner with me everyday?

Eva:

Helene: *castrophisizing*

Eva: Back up bes, you guys have dinner everyday?

Helene: Yeah, specially made desserts ko pa. Why?

Eva:

Helene:

Eva: Girl—

Helene: OKAY sorry na! I'm probably reaching for the stars pero di ko mapigilan!

Eva: Girl—

Helene: And like. I just have this fervent need to see them smile. EVERYDAY. Bonus points pag napatawa ko sila bigla, which is. often, kaya di ko talaga mapigilan—

Eva: BABE!

Helene: ANO!

Eva: has it ever occured to you that these milfs of yours are interested with you? Baka lang naman.

Helene: *broken* wha,

Eva: Because like. Girl we know what you're like when you're geniunely in love with someone pero di pa kayo. And it always SHOWS in your cooking pa naman, literally made with love yung mga putahe mo so like. Malamang sa malamang, alam nila—

Helene: But they haven't said anything though? Business as usual pa din sila—

Eva: Paki walkthrough nga ano yang business as usual na yan?

Helene: Ok so after eating we take turns to wash, dry and stack the plates; usually a song from my playlist going on while Mari sings along BADLY but she's cute so we forgive her; then we retire to Riss's sofa in her quarters, me lying on her lap while she plays with my hair and Mari gives me a soft massage on the legs; and if it's a Friday, we spice it up with Riss opening up a bottle of wine to share while Mari queues an episode of—

Eva: Ohmaygawd, you bitches gay!!!!!!

Helene: I MEAN. IS THAT NOT WHAT FRIENDS DO??????????

Eva: Helene. Lee. Honey. Sweetie. Darling.

Helene: Oh my goddd, don't ever petname me again! That's so weird—

Eva: Let me guess, they call you that, and tell you Good girl leaving you a blushing mess—

Helene: OKAY HEAR ME OUT—

Eva: ah, ah, ah— Listen to me right now, Salazar. There is absolutely NO chance. 0% GUARANTEED that they AREN'T interested in you! That's literally gay behaviors there, and they're getting you!

Helene: So I, I have a chance? With both of them?

Eva: Helene, if those two aren't plotting rn how to steal your heart officially I SWEAR i'll shave my hair. But if I'm right, you're gonna have to whip out that little black card I know your sister gave you and I'm taking you shopping.

Helene: .........You know what, that's still a win-win situation to me, so sure, I'll take that bet.

(Ok help that went long aldhdkdldk i just really NEEDED a bestie who is the same batshit crazy I am hehe)

MOVING BACK

So when they get back from their outings, the first thing they do is have dinner, the Flans safely tucked in the fridge and like. Mari & Larissa insist on cooking for Helene for a change bc she looked. a bit tired. and stressed? so like. as another treat, for her, even if they do know now that Helene is a literal goddess in the kitchen so like. yeah <3

AND HELENE APPRECIATES IT SM. bc like. yes she IS a trained chef and her love language is acts of service and gift giving via food and like. being the one to recieve it instead is like. SO special!!!!!!

and she's just making them laugh while they finish the food and make her SIT THERE and like. it's just so soft she can't help but sigh so contentedly and relax sooooo much. the only thing better would be dessert.

Helene, jokingly: So you've wined and dined me, but I don't see anything in the oven for dessert?

Larissa: Oh don't worry darling.

Marilyn: Your dessert is right here.

Helene: Riss, Mari, I know you're both a snack, a full course meal even, but—

Larissa:

Marilyn:

Helene: What? I'm just speaking the truth!

Larissa: 😳 Thank you, Helene.

Marilyn: But actually, we DO have something in the fridge for you.

Helene: Ohhhh, I was just joking, really, you guys didn't have to—

Helene:

Helene: Is... is that?

Larissa: Well, you've been so good to us, we just wanted to—

Marilyn: Return the favor in spoiling you—

Larissa: And your Uncle is back in town, so we were able to get guidance—

Marilyn: And while we had to drive to Burlington to get those metal trays—

Larissa: It was worth it.

Marilyn: You're worth it.

Helene:

Helene: (sorry im using my own emote rn but hey you know what its MY SI!OC she can get her hair dyed like mine as a treat actually)

Helene: I, I absolutely don't know what to say— I'm completely floored—

Larissa: How about a thank you?

Helene: R-right! Thank you both, so much—

Marilyn: Mhm, and now why don't you open up your mouth and have a taste?

Helene: I—

Helene is quickly fed by Mariyn a piece of the flan, and her eyes close, whimpering.

Helene: *savoring the perfect piece of heaven, moaning* Mmm, so good... You both made this? *swallows*

Larissa: *taking over and eating a bite as well, her sweet tooth rearing it's head, before feeding Helene another piece* With Rafael overlooking and judging on the side, yes.

Helene: *chewing thoughtfully & then swallowing* Well, it's perfect— it tastes just like home, and I, I—

Helene: I could just kiss you both right now, honestly.

Marilyn: *Gets the next piece, Larissa feeding it to her, while she smiles at Helene* We wouldn't be opposed to it, sweetheart.

Larissa: *Hums* We actually wanted to speak to you about it, Darling.

Helene: I, I— like you. Both of you—

Helene: My heart beats for the both of you, but you have been SO good to me & I respect your relationship too much that I cannot fathom to even come between you—

Larissa: Oh, Helene, we know.

Marilyn: And we like you too.

Helene:

Helene: *brokenly, but full of hope* So, what happens now?

Larissa puts down the spoon & takes Helene's hand, while Marilyn moves a hand to her arm and squeezes it gently.

Larissa: We, and I do mean Marilyn and myself; that is— we've talked, extensively.

Marilyn: And we agreed that we'd talk to you, and if you accepted; we'd like to try and be in a polyamorous relationship with you.

Helene looks at both women, tears in her eyes, unbelieving, but hopeful; ever so hopeful. She stands, and brings them both to a crushing hug, garnering surprise at her strength, but both women hug her back.

Helene: *muffled* —es. Yes, please, I'd love nothing more!

Help HELP HELPP HELPPP PIM SO EMOT ABT IT HELPP!!!!!!!!

ok but also that night she gets to sleep witb them in their bed (JUST. CUDDLING FOR NOW. help) and like.

Helene: This is real, isn't it? I'm not dreaming?

Marilyn: *pinches Helene's cheeks* ...That real enough for you?

Helene: *pouting* ouchhhh. Okay, okay! I believe!!!!

Larissa & Marilyn: *both smiles and kisses her cheek on their respective side, loving the way Helene just. blushes.*

Larissa: It's real, Helene.

Marilyn: You're ours now.

Helene: Mmm, just as long as you're both mine, I'll live with that 🥺💕

ANYWAYS HAW YEE SBDDKDNDKDLDLLDJDK I STILL HAVE SOME IDEAS TO FEATURE MORE OF THE FILIPINO SIDE BUT LIKE!!!!! TANGINA 1 AM NA 7 ORAS KO NA TONG SINUSULAT AHAHAHAHA BRAINROT REAL LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

sorry but having a brainwave abt Filipino reader rn sending tagalog memes to Larissa & Marilyn and them going ????? baby are you okay?

[factoryrestart]

would it be so bad if i stayed? (;3c)

Nestled deep, deep within the misty forests, bordering the outskirts of a nightmarish fairy tale village, sat a slipshod wooden shack. Not much larger than your average toolshed, it was by all accounts completely unassuming: fashioned together by spit and held together by hopes and dreams. However, if one examined closer, they may find two inhabitants snug within the cramped quarters of their little makeshift den, laughing and working alongside one-another, exchanging materials and easy words of encouragement alike. 

One of these inhabitants was a man. 

A rough, belligerent, bonafide whirlwind cyclone of a man, yes - but simply a man, nonetheless. He’s taken it upon himself to fulfill the bulk of conversation between the pair on this day. In between disconnected tangents about this grievance or that, he babbles on about what he intends to do with himself once they are finally free: the sights he’ll see, the places he’ll go, the people he’ll meet. Was his mind alight with fanciful pipe dreams? Perhaps.

Although these discussions and fantasies were far from anything new, often occupying the silence as Karl and Donna toiled away into the early hours of the evening, something about this instance felt... decidedly one-sided. Unreciprocated, even. Was there something on her mind?, He wondered. 

Feeling a surge of mischievousness rush through him, and a lopsided grin playing at his features, Lord Heisenberg shuffles a little closer. The two already stood in comfortable proximity, but with a cock of his hip, he gives Lady Beneviento a gentle little bump from the side, jostling the table below them more than anything; She usually gets a kick outta’ that one. He waits for any reaction at all from the woman beside him, not-so-subtly giving her a sidelong stare, only to be met with...

Nothing.

Never one to be comfortable in a tense environment if he wasn’t the direct cause of it, he ponders, Was it something he said? Distracted and disgruntled, he thrusts his hand out onto their shared desk, blindly grabbing for a screwdriver to secure this damn plate in, when suddenly -- he is met with the fleeting sensation of a hand brushing against his. 

His eyes instantly shoot down to where their hands met, Donna having already pulled away reflexively, as if she’d been burned. She looked a wreck. Unveiled in the presence of familiar company, her hair fell askew against the framing of her face, and her one good eye, wide and shocked, bore up into his own. There are one, two beats of silence weighing down on them oppressively before it is broken - first by Donna, who lets out a gentle, coquettish laugh. When the absurdity of the situation dawns on them both, the Lord and Lady find themselves dissolving into a fit of giggles, and just like that -- the oppressive atmosphere is lifted. 

In one smooth motion, Heisenberg twirls the cool metal over in his hand before offering it over. Ladies first. Her fingers graze against his again when she accepts it, and he swears that she’s done it on purpose this time. He turns his head to the side, forcing a cough into his palm.

“... Thank you,” He overhears, from somewhere to his left. Jackpot.

Taking her words as confirmation he hadn’t completely fucked everything up beyond recognition, he perks up and begins where he’d left off. Ignorant, he laughs from his chest and declares, 

“I’ll have to make time to come visit you and Ang’, wherever you two end up. Got any destinations in mind yet?” He asks, waiting a beat before adding, "We can set you gals up in a nice place, your own private abode --”

“-- Would it be so bad if I stayed?” 

A voice interjects. Soft, barely-there and almost... reluctant. The quiet between them is palpable, now, as he is rendered to stunned silence when he shoots her an inquisitive look. She meets his gaze directly this time, determinedly, unwilling to back down. 

And all of the sudden, after all this time of it not occurring to him, it clicks: He had been referring to her in past-tense. There’s a flutter somewhere else, now, migrating from his chest down to the pit of his stomach. Maybe, just maybe - she was just as reluctant to let go of him, as he was of her. 

“... Nah,” He mutters, “In fact, that sounds like a pretty damn good life to me.”

The man, no longer a cyclone but reduced to a rumbling storm, pretends not to see her soft smile from his peripheral. 

[trashbinbackyard]

general + love for ellen and ang + kai and helvi

Watch as this takes me hours

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Angie caught Ellen's eye first and she tried her best to remain friends as not to make things too awkward while occasionally sharing her apartment with Angie. Just slowly test the waters

Helvi, half-intentionally. Start with coming with Kai to look for his sister, sharing a tent, then a bedroll, then hold hands and oh boy now they're hugging like they Mean It

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Something very sapphic like botanical gardens (free entry) or a picnic, get close to nature either way

hhmmmm not really, they've had plenty of foresty outings together. Outside of that a meaningful moment was when Kai sneaked out of the chief's hut to sleep over at Helvi's

What was their first kiss like?

Careful and soft, lots of blushing on both of em

Very quick, Helvi taking the lead and leaving Kai just a little dumbfounded

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Nope

Kai's first kiss and both's first relationship

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

They're pretty similar heights and ages

Kai is slightly taller than Helvi, Helvi is a few years younger (younger than kai but older than kat)

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Jack is the weird yet benevolent uncle Angie doesn't know that well. Ellen has only heard of Angie's family

Boths parents were friends and the Kory and his partners adored Helvi, Helvi's parents also liked the quiet kid that Kai was

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Both could but Ellen is the one to go and complain about Angie not getting her burger with no pickles

Kai should be the one, being the future chief and all, but Helvi is more vocal

Who gets jealous easier?

If anyone then Angie but idk

Neither really

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Both would, or at least Ellen would

Helvi, ":3c"

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

Ellen, set your eyes on what you want and be determined about it, she confessed very carefully though, don't spook the butch

Helvi, she's more forward and Kai is awkward, worked well enough for them

What are their primary love languages?

Quality time, physical touch

Acts of service and physical touch

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Ellen would read some from cosmo

Neither, they're pretty sappy already without pick-up lines

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

PDA is just hand-holding and maybe a quick kiss on the cheek, they cuddle a lot, Ellen soft tummy is not there for no one to use it as a pillow

Not that big into PDA, Kai gets embarrassed and Helvi respects that (the wedding will be a waking nightmare for Kai). They like to snuggle up especially in the winter

Who initiates kisses?

Both could. Ellen however delivers little pecks quite freely

Helvi only needs to touch Kai's cheek and he'll lean in

Who’s the big and little spoon?

Angie the big spoon

They don't usually spoon but when they do Kai is big spoon

What are their favorite things to do together?

Hanging out, Angie playing the guitar and Ellen tinkering, go on walks, eating desserts

Forage, go on swims, Helvi having Kai help her grind up some herbs

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Both have their traumas and both are very capable of comforting the other

Helvi is Kai's main support when he deals with the (alleged) loss of his sister

Who’s more protective?

Ellen, meeting a bounty hunter with a wrench on her hand says something

Kai, he's wary of the beasties of the forest and doesn't like it much when Helvi goes there alone

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Ellen at least is pretty 50/50

Physical

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Angie calls Ellen by various spanish petnames. Ellen sticks to classic Angie, love, dear, baby, etc

If Helvi is being cheeky she'll call Kai hunter, Kai retaliates by calling Helvi songbird

Who remembers the little things?

Ellen at least, she might keep a journal. And I doubt Angie would forget stuff willy nilly either

They both do

[psi-ness]

El Fili Sims - Tropang Nerds 2.0

after the disastrous telenovela-esque adventures of the bois from the last installment, you’d think it’d be more peaceful this time around because not much autonomy with sims 4 compared to before but somehow theyre still a goddamn mess even without the romance drama yet

this is the house they’re living in btw!! c/o macaraig  this time all eight of them live together because i love suffering, i absolutely do not recommend

to any of you who have get famous expansion pack, this is the ugly ass 64x64 lot in del sol valley which took me like 3 afternoons to renovate SKFSLKG but it’s good now!! im happy with this house even if their bills are like..... 30-40k simoleons.... and i am not an expert sims builder or anything

anyway you’d be delighted to know that within the first few minutes of me moving these guys into the house, there was alreADY A FIRE. STARTED BY TADEO

the one in the randomized clothing is placido who i had yet to fix his wardrobe malfunction when i took this pic lmao and the one behind him is isagani! who looked more angry from the scene than anything

tadeo went straight to sleep after getting caught on fire, covered in soot and all, which is pretty On Brand. i had to force him to shower the following morning because he still kept walking around covered like that

this was another separate occasion when macaraig was out at work and basilio caught on fire cooking hamburgers and tADEO AND PECSON DECIDED TO PUT OUT THE GRILL FIRE FIRST I JUST. these fucking idiots. at least i realized then that having the pool next to the grill is super convenient so basilio could put himself out without anyone’s help. cuz i s2g sims are so useless during a fire they just panic or run out the house lmao (see: sandoval and juanito running to the scene)

AND THEN TADEO CATCHES ON FIRE. AGAIN. putangina ang malas ng batang ito (and then isagani comes in to add to the panic)

tadeo jumps straight to the pool to extinguish himself but the fire still kept going

and pecson just stood there and let the fire burn way too long i had to tell him to put it out SGDLGDKLSG not a single care in the world

after the fire tango basilio and pecson feasted on the burgers basi cooked before the fire SLFSLGK im honestly confused how those burgers arent burnt

anyway this is just like a slice of the shit that has been happening in the household. not depicted in the pictures (or in my folder) is the one time i decided to force-exit my game because isagani drowned in the pool KLSDFGLSKG the irony man i was so in shock i didnt get to take a picture of isagani drowning so sorry about that

because macaraig’s house is so big and everyone keeps using everything, a lot of stuff break so this is a natural occurrence in the household

anyway good news is not much disaster has been happening lately!! more of feel-cute scenes w the guys so i will make sure to post them soon :3c

[bloodraven55]

mon///chrom or free//zburner ar much more btter ships, b/um/b//leb/ee will never b canun!!! beside Bl/ac//k/sun to be canon in vacuo! S/u/n will be hapi and comment bLaek's hair and they will kiss and Y//ang will support thm and then they will be tugether, there is no way C/R//WBY would go for bu//mbleb//ee!!1! B//lake and Ya///ng have no development ...... okay no I am sorry about messing with you, its me jana :3c

😂😂😂

Hello, my friend! You actually had me convinced there for about a second 😝

[intim3ate]

Irresistible Indulgence | McCree/Mercy/Sombra/Symmetra [Overwatch]

The mission was supposed to be easy. It would have been, too, if a certain someone hadn't triggered Mercy's heat a few days early. Fortunately for her, though, they happen to run into a few others with the same problem...

A kemonomimi AU commission for a certain someone’s special someone. :3c The prompt was for a sex-pollen like situation involving scents and pheromones, with Bunny Mercy, Bunny Sombra, and Bunny Symmetra getting knotted by Wolf McCree. 

Happy Easter?

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Heavy, pounding footfalls echo along the hallway behind them.

“This way!” Angela feels a tug at her wrist, then a short, harsh jerk as McCree grabs her and pulls her around the corner and down a new hallway.

They hadn’t meant to get caught. This was supposed to be a quick infiltration mission: get in, grab some files, get out. Mercy shouldn’t even have been on this mission, technically, but McCree had had a nasty accident about a week ago and she had insisted on accompanying him to monitor his recovery.

And he’d been fine – no trouble at all. It wasn’t his injury that caused them to get caught - no, there was no longer any trace of a wound at all - it had been faulty intel. LumériCo was supposed to be in the middle of a big corporate overhaul and undergoing renovation, but apparently, their timeline for it was much shorter than reported. All halls that were meant to be deserted were armed with security patrols.

And they’d just happened to get stuck between two of them.

“Shit!” McCree growls as another troop appears at the end of the hall they’d just turned down. He looks around wildly for another sign of escape, but this time it’s Angela who pulls him aside and throws him into a supply closet.

She closes the door as quietly as she can and waits for the sound of footfalls to fade into the distance. Even then, she waits, not wanting to accidentally blow their cover.

She breathes in quickly, shallowly. Then deeper. Deeper. Deeper…

Angela closes her eyes. She feels a distinct tingle between her legs, signifying the start of her heat cycle. She curses herself mentally for not being prepared for it - she knew it was coming up. She was expecting it a few days from now, though, not today. But she had failed to account for one specific thing:

McCree.

She was used to these frequent heat cycles. As a rabbit, she fell victim to them often, but normally she was able to keep them under control. Still, the intensity of these heats could hit her hard, and like most rabbits, she was susceptible to other animals’ pheromones.

And few animals had scents as strong as wolves.

Mercy had been around her fair share of wolves. She’d gotten used to them, to some extent, but even she was no match for McCree, who had one of the most overwhelmingly powerful scents she’d ever come across. And normally, this isn’t a problem. If their heats ever end up syncing, they’re usually able to take care of matters quickly and privately. That isn’t an option on missions, though, so they’ve found a number of workarounds. Provided McCree takes them, that is.

Mercy sighs heavily. “I wish you had remembered your suppressants,” she says.

McCree raises a brow. “I did.”

“Did you?” Angela looks at him incredulously. He can’t have - he smells so strong. “How many did you take?”

“Just the one.”

Mercy sighs and leans against the wall. “Next time, take two.”

“Thought one would be enough.” McCree's mouth breaks into a wide grin, his sharp canines stirring a mixture of primal fear and deep, deep arousal in Mercy. “Guess when the season hits, it hits hard, huh?”

Angela glares at him, long ears flattening behind her head, but her face turns pink. “Wolves.”

McCree shrugs. “Can't help it anymore than you can,” he says.

And isn't that the truth. Angela can tell he's trying to rein himself in, to make himself seem as unappealing as he can by trying to get on her nerves, but there's not much he can do to stop the wonderfully heady, musky scent rolling off him in waves…

Before she realizes what she's doing, Mercy inhales deeply, drinking in that beautiful scent. She leans forward subconsciously, following it…

“Whoa there, partner,” McCree says, holding up a hand to push her away. The touch, light as it is, sends an electric tingle all through her body. “We're on a mission, remember?”

“Y-yes, of course I do,” Mercy responds, hating how her voice falters. She can feel her face warm even more. “Is the coast clear?”

McCree hums and turns to face the door. His ears perk right up, then twist and turn left and right as he tries to listen for people approaching. “Seems safe to me. Can't hear nothin’.”

“Good.” Mercy waits for him to open the closet door for her and she strides out ahead of him, only a little less gracefully than normal. She takes a deep breath, glad to no longer be in that cramped closet where all she could smell were the pheromones radiating off of McCree.

“Which way now?” she asks.

McCree takes a second to re-orient himself before pointing to a hallway to their left. “This way.”

He takes off and Angela follows without question.

---

They make it a fair distance before they have to stop again. The two of them run together, McCree just slightly ahead - Angela is fast, even for a rabbit, but she still can’t keep up with McCree’s powerful wolf legs - until McCree suddenly halts at a corner, sticking out a hand to stop Angela going any further. He presses himself against the wall, and she presses herself to it too, right next to him.

Close. Too close.

And that’s her first mistake.

Her second mistake is not holding her breath. She closes her mouth to breathe through her nose and immediately knows she’s messed up: McCree smells even stronger now, the sweat gathered beneath his clothes and armor amplifying his scent. Angela bites her lip and clenches her legs together, trying in vain to alleviate some of the pressure that’s gathered between them. And oh, god, she’s wet, too. She squeezes her eyes shut, wishing for nothing more than the ground to swallow her up and put her out of her misery--

But that doesn’t happen. Instead, McCree shifts next to her, his hand brushing her shoulder (probably to get her attention), and it’s like a switch goes off in her head. She opens her eyes and grabs McCree by the arms, dragging him down into a forceful kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. Angela pushes herself into him, sighing through her nose at the pleasant feel of her sensitive breasts pressing up against his chest.

McCree leans into the kiss, slipping his tongue into Angela’s mouth and sliding it against hers. It doesn’t last long, however, because he comes to his senses and pulls away almost immediately. “Ange, what’re you--”

He stops, seeing the look on Mercy’s face. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide open, and her face is flushed desperately. McCree licks his lips. No words need to be said: he knows what she wants.

And he wants it too.

He lets her drag him through the hall until they find another door. She reaches for the handle, but McCree beats her to it and practically throws the door open, dragging Angela inside and throwing her up against the nearest wall while the door slams shut behind them.

But then they hear something. A voice.

“Um, excuse me? We’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

McCree goes stock still. Angela tenses against him, and slowly, she looks over his shoulder to see that the office they’re in is currently occupied.

By two more rabbits.

One of them has her arms around the other - this one has brown ears and a dark mohawk flipped over one side of her head, the ends of it tipped in purple and white. The other looks serious, if not annoyed, and she has a long, straight curtain of dark hair hanging down her back. She glares at the two intruders, her black ears flattening down behind her head.

“Just what do you think you are doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” McCree says back, somehow managing to sound composed despite how wildly his scent indicates the opposite. “You don’t look like LumériCo employees to me.”

“We’re not,” the purple-haired one says back. Mercy notes the way her lips curl into a smile and how her grip on her… friend loosens slightly. “But neither are you.”

“How perceptive.” McCree turns around fully now, stepping away from the wall and taking a small step towards the other women. Angela frowns: she knows that tone, recognizes the cautious, but intrigued tilt of McCree’s ears, the way his tail tenses…

The purple-haired woman walks forward too, leaving her friend behind. “I know you. You’re Overwatch.”

“You can call me McCree.”

“Sombra.”

They stop, half a foot apart. McCree leers down at Sombra, and Sombra smirks up at him. “That don’t sound like a real name to me.”

“You don’t need to know any more than that.”

Sombra licks her lips. She looks McCree up and down, very obviously checking him out. Angela steps forward, her ears perked and her nose twitching wildly as she steps closer. She sniffs the air as she approaches the two of them and her eyes lock with Sombra’s. The scent of sex and want is in the air, radiating off all three of them like sunlight through a break in the clouds. Angela can smell it on herself, on McCree, on Sombra…

And she wants more.

She can tell Sombra must be thinking the same thing, because the other bunny turns to face her as she approaches. And like she was returning to a lost love after years of being apart, Sombra opens her arms and pulls Mercy in, kissing her hungrily and desperately.

Angela moans. Her knees go weak and she lets Sombra guide her through the kiss, opening her mouth the instant a tongue prods against her lips. She hears McCree growl behind her (possessively? Enviously?) and she backs up, turning and pulling Sombra with her until she’s sandwiched between the purple-haired rabbit and the big, hungry wolf.

She can feel McCree’s dick pressing up against her ass, already hard, and she grinds up against him wantonly. He groans, deep in his throat, and leans down to press his lips to her neck. It’s a little bit awkward with Sombra still kissing her so deeply and eagerly, but it still feels so, so good. Mercy moans again and throws her head back, at last breaking the kiss. Sombra hums, half-chuckling to herself as she backs up to watch McCree take her place.

“Look at them,” Sombra says, voice low but still distinct enough for Angela’s sensitive ears to pick up on the words. “They don’t even try to fight it.  Why do you? I know you want this as bad as I do…”

“I’m busy,” the other woman says. “I’ve been tasked with--”

But Sombra cuts her off with a hand trailing down her chest, over the swell of her breast. Mercy opens her eyes to watch.

“Symmetra, please,” Sombra croons. Her other hand comes up to stroke that long, shimmering hair. “We’ll get to it. Why don’t we have some fun in the meantime?”

Symmetra glances at Mercy and McCree, still locked in their embrace, and frowns. Sombra waits for an answer patiently, but when she doesn’t get one, she says, “Fine. I’ll just go enjoy myself then.”

She practically skips back over to Angela and McCree, leaving Symmetra red-faced and appalled. But the long-haired rabbit doesn’t make a move to leave - she stands where she is and watches instead. Sombra turns back to wink at her before giving Angela and McCree her full attention.

Angela immediately feels a hand on her hips, guiding her so that Sombra can press herself firmly against her back. She sighs when she feels Sombra’s breasts squish against her, and she gasps when she feels another hand reach around to stroke between her legs.

“Ohh…” Sombra groans. Angela pulls away from McCree’s lips and shrinks in on herself a little bit, closing her eyes to lose herself to the pleasure of Sombra’s fingers stroking her through her leggings.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Sombra asks. “Is this all him?” She glances up at McCree, eyes hooded and cloudy with lust. “He smells so good… no wonder you’re so wet.”

A chill runs through Angela, but she smiles through it. “Have you never been with a wolf before?” she asks, and she can’t help the smugness that seeps into her tone.

Sombra shakes her head. Her nose twitches as she inhales McCree’s scent. “Never.”

“Oh?” McCree leans forward, grinning. Sombra’s eyes light up when she sees his canines shine in the low light. “Well now’s your chance, sugar.”

They surge forward at the same time, kissing over Mercy’s shoulder while she grinds between the two of them. Sombra’s hand on her pussy provides some much-needed relief, but it’s not enough. She needs more direct contact - a finger, a tongue, a cock, anything.

As if sensing her desperation, McCree pulls away from Sombra with a wet smack. He backs up and gives Angela just enough space for her to slip her leggings and panties off, and she does so in a rush, not bothering to be graceful or teasing about it. Her audience seems to appreciate it just the same.

“Damn, Ange, you’re worse off than I thought,” McCree says, licking his lips and narrowing his eyes hungrily at her. The smile he gives her is absolutely predatory, and she can’t wait any longer: before he or Sombra can make any other move, Mercy thrusts a hand between her legs and starts to rub at her own clit, whimpering and whining as she works at it furiously.

“What a good little bunny you’ve trained,” Sombra says, eyes locked on McCree before she turns to look longingly at Symmetra. “If only my little conejita was the same…”

Symmetra’s eyes had been on Mercy, but her attention snaps back to Sombra as soon as she hears the nickname. Both other women look at her smugly; she can try all she wants to hide it, but she’s clearly been affected not only by the intense scents and pheromones in the room, but by the sight of Angela’s desperation. Still, she does not relent, though her hand moves suspiciously from the front of her dress to clutch at the side of it. “I don’t think so.”

Sombra shrugs nonchalantly. “Whatever you say. More for me, then.”

She turns back to the other two. McCree is stripping slowly, watching as Angela continues to masturbate, and Angela’s eyes are firmly locked on him. She doesn’t notice Sombra taking off her clothes until the other bunny comes up behind her and drops to her knees, spreading Angela’s folds and slipping her tongue between them.

“Ah!” Angela’s knees buckle and Sombra catches her, holding her up with firm, steady hands on her hips. She feels Sombra laugh, the vibrations of it shooting up through her and coiling in her gut. She’s already so close, and yet…

“That’s it.” McCree’s voice catches her attention and she looks up to see him, shirt unbuttoned and naked from the waist down, walking toward her. “Get her nice and wet now, then we can give her exactly what she wants.”

“Please,” Mercy whines.

Another laugh from Sombra. Mercy clenches around her tongue and her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to hold back a scream. When she opens them, McCree is in front of her.

He leers down and puts his big, strong hands on her shoulders to push her down to her knees. Comprehension dawns on Angela’s face immediately and she goes readily, opening her mouth in anticipation of it being filled.

As she moves down, Sombra pulls away. There’s no more room for her to continue eating Mercy out, and Mercy whimpers, desperate to feel that sinfully skilled tongue inside her again. McCree seems to understand, though, and he grins.

“Ain’t no reason you gotta stop, sugar,” he says to Sombra. “Ange, be a good girl and spread your legs nice and wide for her. Let her in there, that’s it.”

Mercy does as she’s asked as soon as the words leave McCree’s mouth, and as soon as she’s in position Sombra slips between her legs, lying flat on her back on the floor. She kisses Angela’s leaking pussy gently before going right back to what she’d started and greedily lapping at her clit, but this time slipping two fingers inside her as well.

Angela’s mouth falls open. She cries out and McCree wastes no time taking advantage of it: he shoves his cock into her mouth as deep as it’ll go, and then that little bit deeper as it swells. Angela moans around it, her eyes brimming with happy, relieved tears. She’s finally, finally getting what she wants.

“You like that?” McCree asks. Angela wants so badly to nod, but she can’t; McCree’s knot has filled out in her mouth and she can barely move. She’s never been so happy to lack a gag reflex

Once Mercy has had time to adjust to his size and find where she’s comfortable, McCree lets her have it. He jerks his hips, growling as his cock hits the back of her throat over and over again. He can’t thrust as deeply as he’d like to, since his knot prevents him from pulling out all the way, but this is good enough. He’s hot and thick in her mouth and in her throat, and Mercy is certain he must be able to see his tip bulging in her.

“Fuck, Ange,” McCree grits out between clenched teeth. Angela tries to swallow around him, hoping to show that she’s enjoying this just as much as he is, and that she doesn’t just want him to fuck her face. She wants to work him to completion, to suck him down until he comes down her throat and fills her up.

And he does - but not before she comes. Angela gets so lost in the euphoria of McCree fucking her mouth that she almost forgets about Sombra finger-fucking her pussy, but she’s blissfully reminded of the other bunny when she feels a third finger slip into her cunt like it’s nothing. Angela rocks back against Sombra, moaning around McCree when Sombra crooks her fingers and rubs that sweet spot inside her that makes her see stars.

Every inch of Angela’s body tenses up. Her legs seize, her pussy clenches, and her throat closes tight around McCree’s cock, tight enough that it makes McCree moan - almost howl - with pleasure, and that’s when he lets go. Mercy takes shallow, greedy breaths through her nose as cum floods her mouth and gushes down her throat. Tears fall from the corners of her eyes, but she smiles and almost laughs through it, she’s so happy.

McCree’s brow relaxes as his knot deflates. He pulls out once it’s small enough, and as he does, the last spurts of cum follow and leak out from between Mercy’s lips. It dribbles down her chin messily.

McCree laughs. “Sorry, Ange,” he says, but Angela barely hears him. She doesn’t quite have the wherewithal to reply: her orgasm is still wearing off with the last few, gentle flicks of Sombra’s tongue against her clit.

McCree looks down just in time to see Sombra slide out from under Mercy. She licks her lips, satisfied, and turns her narrow, lusty gaze on the wolf instead. “Not bad,” she says. “But I think I’d like to get a taste of something else.”

McCree gets the message right away and walks forward. His dick is starting to soften, but that doesn’t seem to deter Sombra in the least: she leans forward, still on her knees, and licks at the tip, happily lapping up the remnants of cum still clinging to McCree.

And it’s like a switch flicks on.

Sombra goes all-in: she takes McCree as deep into her mouth as she can, like she just can’t get enough of the taste of his cum. Mercy watches with awe and just the slightest bit of envy: even though she’s already come, even though she’s already swallowed him down, she wants more.

McCree seems to notice. He grins, feral and toothy, and pulls Sombra off his dick. She whines and pouts up at him.

“Don’t you worry, now,” he tells her, taking her chin in his hand and directing her gaze back to Mercy. “Daddy’s got somethin’ else planned for you. But I don’t think Angie’s quite finished yet.”

With his free hand, he beckons Angela closer. She crawls to him obediently, then when McCree gestures to Sombra, she leans in to kiss the other woman deeply. Once again, the taste of McCree floods her mouth and she moans, wrapping her arms around Sombra and pulling her closer while McCree positions himself behind her.

It’s not just McCree she tastes, and the realization of it hits her like a truck - it’s herself, too, and the mixture of the two of them, salty-sour-sweet all together. It makes Angela weak in the knees, but she keeps going, keeps holding Sombra to her, unwilling to let her go for even a second, not when she’s still so aroused and Sombra’s lips are so soft and inviting...

But she doesn’t have much choice. McCree slips his fingers into Sombra and she gasps, breaking the kiss, and leaving Mercy wanting more.

“Fuck,” the wolf hisses through clenched teeth. “So wet you don’t even need me to warm you up. What say we just get right to it, then?”

He takes Sombra by the hips and yanks her back, but it’s hardly necessary; Sombra goes with him willingly, turning over so she’s on her back and looking up at McCree hovering over her. “Let me see those teeth while you fuck me, Papi.”

McCree grins and bears them. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

He slams in.

The moment he’s inside her, Angela moans. Sombra’s back arches right off the floor and she screams, so loud Angela wonders if she’s already come. She can practically feel the phantom stretch of having McCree’s knot in her, too, and she decides right then and there that if she can’t have it right now, she needs something. Her hand flies between her legs once again and she slips two fingers into her still-gaping hole, fucking herself on them as she watches McCree go to town on Sombra’s pussy.

Sombra’s eyes are hazy as she turns her head to face Mercy, but she smiles and laughs weakly through the fugue of being filled so completely. “Jealous, conejita?”

Angela is too far-gone to glare, but she tries anyway. Sombra laughs, shakes her head, then tilts her chin up and moves her gaze onto something behind Mercy. “Come on, Sym, why don’t you come play with us?”

Mercy turns around to look at Symmetra, who, though once-proud and defiant, is currently leaning, almost doubled-over, on the lone desk in the room. She bites her lip, trying to move so Mercy can’t see that her prosthetic hand has slipped beneath her dress. Although she’s a little bit more subtle than Mercy has been, it’s still painfully obvious what she had been doing up until Sombra called her out.

Symmetra freezes, wide-eyed, and looks from Sombra to McCree to Mercy and back again. Behind her, Mercy hears Sombra laugh, and she turns to look, but her view of Sombra splayed-out on the floor and loving every second of it is obscured by McCree leaning over and licking her face as he thrusts wildly into her dripping pussy.

McCree groans. “Fuck, can still taste her on you,” he says. He thrusts harder, faster, like the taste of Angela’s ejaculate has spurred him on and re-energized him.

It’s re-energized Angela, too.

She stands up, withdrawing her fingers from herself and licking them clean as she saunters over to Symmetra. She sits on the edge of the desk, right next to the other woman, with a sly smile. Symmetra eyes her warily.

“You look like you could use some help,” Angela says quietly. She leans in closer. “May I?”

“I refuse to let that wolf touch me,” Symmetra spits, but some of the venom of her words is lost from the way she gazes longingly at said wolf and his new prey. Angela just smiles.

“You don’t have to,” she says reassuringly. “But will you let me?”

Satya doesn’t say yes, but she doesn’t protest, either. Angela just waits, watching Symmetra carefully even when the other woman won’t meet her eye. But eventually, she does lean in closer, offering her cheek to Angela.

And Angela takes it, kissing it softly. She kisses her again, this time moving slightly closer to the black bunny’s lips. Then again, right at the corner of them. On the fourth kiss, Symmetra turns her head so they can kiss properly, closed lips meeting gently.

Then all hell breaks loose.

All restraint melts away from Symmetra after that first contact. She presses forward, massaging Mercy’s lips open gently until they’re both kissing open-mouthed, tongues sliding against one another. Symmetra moans and Angela slides a hand under her dress to trace the hot, damp outline of Symmetra’s cunt through her underclothes.

The kiss breaks and Symmetra cries out, unable to hold back. Her face flushes and Mercy coos at her, leaning in to kiss her cheeks, her chin, her neck. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “You can let go. I’ll take care of you.”

There’s one last moment of hesitation, but it quickly dissolves and Symmetra surrenders. She lets Mercy strip her of her shorts and panties, and practically jumps on her fingers when she offers them. Her short, fluffy tail twitches erratically when she finally gets something inside her.

“We’ve kept you waiting far too long,” Mercy teases. She smiles as she crooks her fingers, stroking Symmetra from the inside and quickly bringing her near the edge. Symmetra cries out, a hand flying to her mouth to once again try and silence herself, but Mercy pulls it away just as fast.

“I told you it was okay, didn’t I?” she says without a trace of malice. “Please, Symmetra, let me hear you. If you try to quiet yourself again, I might…”

She slows the movement of her fingers.

“...Just…”

She pulls them out.

“Stop.”

Symmetra nearly sobs. She looks at Angela pleadingly, face flushed dark and ears pinned back flat against the back of her head. “No, please…”

Angela smiles and moves around to stand behind her. “That’s better. Now be a good girl for me and let them know how much you’re enjoying this.”

Symmetra whips her head around, taking in McCree and Sombra once again with wide eyes, as if she had forgotten they were there (how could she, though, when McCree was fucking Sombra so hard they could hear every thrust?). Mercy giggles softly behind her, then carefully slides her wet finger over Symmetra’s rim, past her perineum, and back into her soaking-wet cunt.

Symmetra sighs with relief, sinking down to lean over the desk on her elbows. Mercy leans over and gently nips at the tip of Symmetra’s long, elegant ears. “Watch them, now,” she says, and she feels Symmetra shiver against her.

Mercy watches, too. She watches as Sombra wraps her arms around McCree’s neck, pulling him down closer to her. They kiss, hard, but it’s barely a kiss at all, really: it’s all tongues meeting, all Sombra licking at McCree’s sharp canines, all growls and groans and gasps.

There are scratch marks on Sombra’s arms and back where McCree’s grabbed at her. He does it again, his nails raking more angry red lines down her back, and Sombra half-moans, half-laughs at the feeling. When she falls back to the floor, her legs come around McCree’s waist and she clamps down around him, holding him in place for a brief moment.

“Knot ain’t enough for you?” he asks. “Not like I’m about to fall out, you know.”

“Cállate.” Sombra nips and McCree’s jawline. “Just let me enjoy myself.”

“Guess you are pretty new to the whole wolf thing,” McCree says. “Shoulda had Ange give you some pointers.”

“Don’t need ‘em,” Sombra says right back without missing a beat. She jerks her hips and tenses up, and McCree grunts. His brows furrow and his fingers scrape against the floor - a sure sign that he’s about to come.

And come he does.

There’s so much. So much cum that it not just leaks out of Sombra’s pussy, but seems to flow out of her in waves. Angela is deeply familiar with the feeling, and she feels herself leak a little in an automatic response. She almost misses Symmetra’s desperate little whimper, but she doesn’t miss the way the black bunny clenches around her fingers. Symmetra is close, too.

Both McCree and Sombra continue to jerk and thrust against one another as they ride out their orgasms. Sombra looks absolutely wrecked by the time McCree finally deflates and pulls out of her. She lies there for a moment, just trying to come back down to earth, but eventually she staggers to her feet and slowly makes her way over to the other two ladies waiting for her. Jizz drips down her legs where it still leaks out of her over-full pussy.

Mercy swears Sombra’s belly is bulging.

Eventually, Sombra stops in front of the desk. She leans over, still foggy in the head, and sloppily kisses Symmetra. Symmetra eagerly returns it, the sound of her moans getting lost in Sombra’s mouth. Angela has stopped moving her fingers to give her a small break, but seeing how happy Symmetra is to be making out with her girlfriend (is Sombra her girlfriend?) gives Mercy an idea.

“Jesse,” she calls. McCree looks up, reaction time slowed by post-coital haze. “Come here.”

Slowly, he gets to his feet. McCree does as Angela asks and approaches her. He moves behind her when she gestures for him to, already knowing what she wants, as usual. Angela presses herself against his softening cock as he strokes it back to hardness, and as soon as he’s able to, he slips it inside her.

Angela does a marvelous job of keeping her composure this time. She sighs contentedly when she finally feels McCree’s knot swell and fill her up. She still does not move the hand buried inside Symmetra’s warm, wet heat, though.

Symmetra notices this, too. When Sombra pulls away from her, she turns her head to look at Mercy over her shoulders. Her eyes are cloudy, pupils blown wide - just as affected by all the pheromones as the rest of them, now. “Wh… why did you stop?”

Angela laughs. “Because I know this isn’t enough for you,” she says. When Symmetra looks at her uncomprehendingly, she clarifies: “I saw the way you looked at the two of them, and I don’t think Sombra is the one you want anymore, is it?”

Symmetra tenses, but stays silent. Bingo.

Sombra follows their gazes to McCree and smirks. “Aw, pobrecita,” she coos, leaning forward to take Symmetra’s chin in one hand. She turns the black bunny’s head toward her, and kisses her forehead gently. “I thought you were too good for the big bad wolf?”

Symmetra looks like she’s about to spit in Sombra’s face, but she doesn’t. Angela strokes her hair, right between her ears, and it seems to soothe Symmetra somewhat. “I… changed my mind,” she says simply.

“Oh?” Sombra looks like the cat that got the canary - not at all the rabbit running from its prey. “And why’s that?”

Symmetra grimaces. Angela plays with her ears. “Don’t tease her,” she says. “God knows how hard it is to resist McCree when he’s… like this.”

Behind her, McCree jerks his hips. Angela bites back a moan, but she turns her head so he can kiss her cheek. He licks it instead. “Hey now, you can’t blame all this on me,” he says. “I may smell good, but y’all are the ones in heat right now.”

“As if you’re not,” Sombra says, breathless, as she tries to take in another deep whiff of McCree’s scent. It’s not quite his time yet, but it wouldn’t surprise Mercy in the least if all of this - if her and Sombra and Symmetra in such heavy, obvious heats - has triggered it in him early.

“He just smells so good,” Symmetra says all in one breath, reminding them all that she’s still there, still desperate. “I can’t…”

“Can’t help yourself?” Mercy plays with Symmetra’s ear, rubbing the velvety tip of it between her thumb and forefinger. Symmetra melts into the touch, arching her head back to give Mercy better access. “It’s okay, dear. I know. But you have to earn your turn.”

She looks up at Sombra, extremely grateful that the other bunny is so quick on the uptake. Sombra climbs up onto the desk, sits in front of Symmetra, spreads her legs, and opens herself up. She’s still dripping excess wolf cum, and Mercy feels another jolt of arousal go through her that has nothing to do with the knot currently buried deep inside her. She swears she sees Symmetra’s mouth water, too.

“Go on, dear,” she says. “If you’re good and clean her all out, then I’ll let you have your turn.”

Symmetra practically dives in.

Mercy can’t blame her. She’s just barely held herself together up until this point, and now that both Sombra and Symmetra are occupied, she can finally let herself go too.

McCree must feel the tension leave her body, because as soon as Mercy stops focusing on Symmetra and starts to relax, he grabs her by the hips and starts to thrust into her like there’s no tomorrow. She feels his nails dig into her skin as he moves her, pushing and pulling her back and forth just as much and as hard as he fucks into her.

“I’m amazed you could wait,” she gasps out. “You’re not usually this patient…”

“Took everythin’ I had not to throw you down and fuck you ‘til you screamed,” McCree growls. “But I know not to interrupt you when you’re workin’.”

He licks her cheek again, lapping up the trickle of sweat that’s started to run down her temple. Mercy laughs and turns her head so McCree can kiss her properly. She clenches down around him, trying to stay nice and tight for him, just the way she knows he likes. He seems to appreciate it, because soon his rhythm is stuttering, losing all sense of control. He’s just chasing the high of orgasm now.

And that suits Mercy just fine.

She breaks away from McCree’s lips to turn her attention back to Symmetra. The other woman is tight around her fingers, and though Mercy isn’t moving them much, she doesn’t really feel the need to: Symmetra flutters around her just fine, rolling and gyrating her hips in whatever way gives her the most pleasure. She seems much more focused on eating Sombra out, anyway, and swallowing as much of McCree’s cum as she can.

“Fuck, Sati, you’re so - ah - s-s-ssssoooo good,” Sombra breathes. Her thighs tremble. Her hands shake. She must be close. Must be.

And oh - there it is. Sombra’s head falls back and she breathes in loudly, desperately, trying to refill her lungs as quickly as the breath is knocked out of her. It sounds like she’s been sucker-punched, even more so than when McCree had finished with her. Angela can’t help but smile; she’s never seen anyone enjoy an orgasm quite as much as Sombra.

Mercy looks down at Symmetra, who now has finally pulled herself out from between Sombra’s legs to breathe. She licks her lips, smiling faintly, like she isn’t completely aware of how much she’s betraying her emotions. Angela smiles, too.

She supposes that deserves a reward.

Angela withdraws her fingers. Predictably, Symmetra makes a noise at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but she doesn’t say anything. All protest dies on her tongue when Mercy brings those fingers to her mouth and licks them clean.

“My, you taste good,” she says quietly. Symmetra preens a little bit, forgetting to look disgusted for once. She must be really far-gone. “But I think you’d taste better after you’ve been properly filled, don’t you?”

Symmetra’s ears perk up. Mercy feels McCree twitch inside her, and when she looks over her shoulder at him, his ears have perked up, too.

“That mean what I think it means?”

“Yes, Jesse.” Angela gives him a wicked smile. “But you’ll have to finish with me, first.”

He doesn’t have a choice, really. Not when his knot is so full, so deeply entrenched inside her. Not that he would complain, anyway: McCree is more than happy to continue at his brutal pace, and this time, when the rhythm of his thrusting intensifies, Mercy meets him halfway, grinding herself into him and bouncing her hips on his dick.

“Oh, fuck -- fuck, Ange,” McCree grunts. His hold on her hips tightens even more and he tenses up, curling in on himself even as he continues thrusting into her. “Keep goin’ like that and I’ll--”

But he never finishes his sentence. Angela squeezes down around him and McCree comes, spilling himself inside her and filling her up so much that some of his cum gushes out of her along with her own when she finally comes too.

His knot deflates and he pulls out, only for Sombra to take his place. She’s almost delirious with pleasure, moaning and humming wantonly as she spreads Mercy’s already-gaping hole open and cleans her up. If Sombra had any semblance of restraint before (and she hadn’t), it’s long-gone now.

Angela twitches and squirms against Sombra. She’s still coming down, still over-sensitive, and right on the verge of coming again with Sombra’s skillful tongue working her open. “D-desperate little cumslut, aren’t you?” Angela just barely manages to gasp out. She hears Sombra make a noise behind her, not sure if the other bunny is agreeing with her or if she just likes being called a cumslut.

It hardly matters. McCree takes only a second to gather himself, and when he does and he slides himself into Symmetra with no resistance at all, that’s where Mercy’s full attention goes. She doesn’t even realize as she comes again and again on Sombra’s tongue, she’s so enraptured with watching her big, bad wolf fuck his new little bunny.

Symmetra is not weak. That much is clear in her form alone, lean muscle rippling under smooth skin. She has the body of a dancer, of someone who takes the utmost care of herself. But right now, in McCree’s hold, she looks like little more than a doll, letting him lift her and position her and pound her into the floor. She screams, she moans, she gasps, she wails; and there’s a smile on her face the whole time, like she’s in the utmost ecstasy.

She comes on his cock quickly. Once, twice in rapid succession. It’s not surprising in the least; Mercy and Sombra have both kept her pent up for some time now with no release. It looks like it’s worth it, too, as Symmetra’s eyes roll back in her head and she grasps McCree’s shoulders desperately. McCree leans down and licks a stray fleck of his own cum off her cheek - left over from Sombra, no doubt - and she shivers in his hold.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls over her. “Keep on comin’ for me. Stay nice ‘n’ tight for Daddy.”

Symmetra’s legs come up impossibly high and wrap around McCree’s back. Her flexibility is amazing, and for a moment, Mercy wishes she could bury her face between those legs, but she’d hate to interrupt the good time the two of them - and Sombra - are having. She pushes the thought aside for now, deciding to revisit it when they’re done and she can properly clean Symmetra up, but the thought is renewed again when a new wave of orgasm hits Symmetra and she gushes ejaculate all around herself and McCree.

“Fuck!” McCree leans forward and sucks a mark into Symmetra’s throat as he tenses up one final time, letting himself go and coming inside the last of his three bunnies. Nothing leaks out this time, not until he’s finished and his knot slowly deflates and makes room. When he pulls out, he presses some of the cum that spills from Symmetra’s pussy back inside with his thumb. Symmetra twitches and shivers, still sensitive, but she does not come again.

Sombra finishes cleaning Mercy up, licking the last few drops off her thighs. She pulls away with a kiss to the blonde bunny’s labia, then lightly plucks at her fluffy tail.

“Feel better?” Mercy asks. She, for one, feels like a new woman: refreshed and satisfied, this wave of her mating cycle’s heat dealt with for the time being. It’ll return in a few hours, no doubt, but by then the mission will be over and she’ll have all the time in the world to ride McCree properly.

“Yeah,” Sombra says. She turns her gaze to McCree, who has now stood up. His tail flicks as he readjusts his spent cock. “But I don’t think we’re quite done yet, are we?”

Mercy gives her a questioning look, but quickly catches on when Sombra wiggles her eyebrows. She laughs, shaking her head fondly. “You really are quite the cumslut.”

Sombra shrugs, but the nonchalance is lost in the smirk on her face. “Guilty as charged.”

The two women move over to McCree and, at the same time, drop to their knees and slowly start licking him clean. Symmetra joins them shortly, apparently not wanting to miss out on the chance to reward McCree for doing such a good job for them all.

It’s so strange, tasting four different people on McCree’s cock. At least, Mercy can imagine she can taste all of them. She thinks she might even enjoy it more than McCree, which is saying a lot: the wolf can just barely stay standing under the feeling of three tongues working at him. They’re all careful not to go too hard, though: none of them want to fight over who gets to ride McCree’s knot next.

Angela is confident she’ll win, anyway.

When they finish cleaning McCree off, all three women stand and redress. All at once, they’re uncomfortably reminded of why they were here in the first place, and what still needs to be done.

McCree is the first one to break the silence.

“What say we all just go our separate ways now?” he suggests. “We get on with our mission, you get on with yours.”

“And if we are enemies?” Symmetra counters.

“Well, then, we call it a stalemate and get each other properly next time.” McCree shrugs. “I don’t much like shootin’ ladies. Especially not after I sleep with ‘em.”

Blasé as he is about it, Mercy laughs at the joke. “I agree. I would rather not have to fight after… all of that.”

“Right.” Sombra grins. “Adios, then, Overwatch.”

Mercy and McCree leave the room. A small feeling of dread trickles into the pit of Mercy’s stomach - they really shouldn’t have just walked out of there without doing anything, especially after being identified as Overwatch at the get-go - but she decides that that is a problem for another time.

For now, she has to get McCree some new suppressants.

[dontcallmejoel]

:3c

2/5 || Filled!

“McCree!” Reyes barks over the sound of sparring. About damn time, too, Jesse’s been favoring his left for five minutes now, hardly lifting his right above his waist, and gritting his teeth whenever he has to move it suddenly. “Medical. Now.”

Jesse wipes the sweat from his forehead (with his left). “I’m good, boss-”

“Now. And when you’re done, we’ll go over the basics of blocking. From the beginning. Again.”

No point in arguing with that. “Yessir.” He falls into a jog out the doors, waiting until the door just about swings shut and says, “Always a pleasure, sir.”

In medical, the nurses won’t tell him a damn thing as they take his vitals, a sign that they, too, have noticed she’s been avoiding him. They probably thought it was his fault, too. 

“Hey, doc,” he says cheerily when she finally marches in, scowling, “what’s the verdict? Gonna cut it off?”

“Your arm is not broken. It’s hardly even bruised.” She says, waving the tablet with his x-rays accusingly.

“‘Course it ain’t, I’ve taken harder hits that anything Ripley can dish out.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Orders. Also, last I checked, allowing a lady to fall asleep on your shoulder during movie night ain’t a criminal offense.”

He doesn’t miss the color rising up her neck when she looks away. She won’t speak, and he’s not a fan of waiting uninformed.

“It’s been weeks, Ange, you gotta tell me what’s going on.”

“I’ve never really had a friend my age before.”

Reyes combat boots are a mercy, meant he wanted Jesse to know the clock was ticking. Guess it was too much to ask for the old man to not watch the medical feed. Nosy bastard. “Can’t offer you much, but a friend I can do.” There’s that smile. It’s taken him years to coax those outta her. “Now. Kiss for good luck?”

Her smile dims with confusion, but Reyes from the hall can be heard saying, “Which room.”

“Looks like I’m running laps again, preferably outta his reach.” He hops off the exam table, taking his hat. “You seriously gonna let me out without some luck?”

She rolls her eyes, but beckons him forward, so he steps into her space and, on a terrible impulse, kisses her directly on the mouth. In a flash, he’s off, with Reyes’ yelling following him down and around the hall.

“McCree! You fake a broken arm to flirt with the Doctor again and I’ll break it and your other arm too for good measure-!!!”

[angeart]

You say share AUs with you like that wouldn't be slightly intimidating xD

But :x AU where the Watchers steal Grian's voice (dunno why, haven't gotten that far), no talking no laughter no sound at all, and Grian acts like it's fine. It is! They have communicators! He can still talk to the hermits while X and Doc try and figure it out! Honestly he's close enough with some that facial expressions and gestures are enough to have a whole conversation sometimes. And bonus, he doesn't have to hold back his giggles when setting up a prank, Scar literally can't hear him laughing as he's tunneling under the base. .... but being in big groups is hard, he can't quip like he used to, by the time he's got a line halfway typed out the conversation moved on and the joke dies on his keyboard. (No hermit is excluding him on purpose!! Just, that's how talking flows and typing can't always keep up!) Can't hear him laugh but... can't hear him cry either.

I have nothing written, I haven't written in a loooong time, this just lives in my head. :x

-🎀

noo don't be intimidated. i'm harmless. i'm just a silly dummy. i love talking about aus and things. c'mere and share freely as much as you want! <3

OHHH mute grian! it's interesting that it also translates to any other noises. he can't cry! he can't laugh! (gathering this angst lovingly in my arms)

he can sob and nobody will hear it. he can hide and nobody will be any wiser. he— you know, he can't call for help, or call attention to himself, or even greet his friends. he can't call out scar's name, he can't say hi or bye to anyone. he needs eyes on him, or time to type and people's attention on the chat, and he doesn't always get those things.

(scar in particular forgets to check the chat, even when he's with grian. he sees him type, he just. he's a bit silly.) (grian has to make signs and meticulously place them and type on them to get scar to see any of his words, and even that has only like 50% chance of success.)

(he misses talking to scar.)

imagine cub gives him a bunch of custom horns. he means well. he tried to make some useful ones. but none of them feel like grian, or match quite what he wants to say.

his steps are still audible, but if he can't say a person's name or a greeting, he keeps accidentally sneaking up on people. he doesn't know how to alert them without it being absolutely ridiculous. they startle. mumbo especially lets out a loose comment directly after a scare, about how grian can't do that.

he doesn't mean it like that.

but maybe grian starts approaching hermits less.

[bunnypeew]

Love you always - Alastor x Gn!reader

Okay so I haven’t written in forever so I hope this will be a good fanfic,, since i’m sad and in love this will be short and fluffy :3c

it had been months now since Y/n had settled at the hotel thanks to the help of Charlie, finding them in an alley, scared out their life, after a turf war.

It had been nice having a new place to stay and enjoy after life in, and the people in there were kinda nice to hang out around with and they were also growing fond of the radio demon himself. They weren’t entirely sure why, but the both of them had hang out with each other quite often this past few months, some could think that they were more then friends by the way they sat next to each other or the way Alastor cared for them in ways no one thought he would even care for anyone ever!

Today was a nice day, a really nice day and not only because Y/n was supposed to hang out with Alastor but it was also a really nice day outside! well as nice as it could get in hell.

They got up from their bed right after waking up, going to brush their teeth, getting all dressed up for their day. As they got to Alastor’s door and knocked said door opened right away and they were pulled in by some of Al usual tentacles, very gentle pull and slam of the door they were in his room, they giggled at the soft gesture and caressed one of the tentacles while then looked at Alastor who was waiting on the bed comfortably.

“mon ange, come and lay in bed with me, won’t you?,,

they look him in the eyes and smiles softly, nodding and walking towards the bed

“i mean yeah but i got all dressed up and everything-,,

they get pulled gently from the waist by Alastor, now on the bed snuggled up in his chest, they giggle again smashing their face in his chest and snuggling in with their hands behind his back while he put his hands wondered in their hair, stroking softly, putting little strands behind their ears, kissing them on top of their head, smiling and sighing softly in ease

“mon ange tu es une merveille, je t'adore,, (my angel you are a wonder, i adore you)

they chuckle softly, also sighing in a happy way, snuggled in closer

“yup i think i like this better,,

MY PIERCING FELL OFF WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS IT WAS A JUMPSCARe … anyway this is short but fluffy i needed it

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Duterte to spend Holy Week in Davao City

Duterte to spend Holy Week in Davao City

MANILA – President Rodrigo Duterte will be spending the Holy Week in his hometown, Davao City, Malacañang said on Wednesday.

Acting Presidential Spokesperson and Communications Secretary Martin Andanar said Duterte, just like in the previous years, prefers to observe Holy Week with his family.

“I would like to believe that the President will stay in Davao City as usual. ‘Yung mga nakaraang taon ay doon lamang siya sa kaniyang tahanan sa Davao City (In the past years, he just stayed at his home in Davao City),” Andanar said in a virtual Palace press briefing.

The 2021 observance of Holy Week in the Philippines was restricted because of the implementation of the now-defunct enhanced community quarantine (ECQ), the highest level of quarantine classification, prompted by the sudden rise in the coronavirus disease 2019 (Covid-19) infections last year.

The ECQ enforcement in 2021 prohibited Catholics observing Lent to conduct religious gatherings.

The continued drop in Covid-19 cases this year allowed the government to further relax the restrictions on public movement.

Despite the eased Covid-19 protocols, Andanar reminded the public to continue observing the minimum public health standards during Holy Week.

“The usual, maghugas, mag-mask, mag-social distancing. Kung puwedeng iwasan ang malaking crowd, iwasan natin (As usual, wash your hands, wear mask, and observe social distancing. If you can avoid huge crowd, do it),” he said.

Andanar also advised the public to stay outdoors rather than go to enclosed public spaces.

“Napakalaki ng bansang Pilipinas (There are so many places in the Philippines). We have over 7,600 islands. Kung meron kayong mapupuntahan na outdoor, mas maganda siguro para hindi kayo nakukulong sa loob ng mga lugar, mga espasyo na kaunti ang ventilation (It’s better to go outdoors instead of staying indoors with less ventilation),” Andanar said.

For the first half of April, Metro Manila, as well as 56 other cities and provinces and over 100 component cities and municipalities, are under the most lenient Alert Level 1.

Movement of persons, regardless of age and comorbidities, is allowed in areas placed under Alert Level 1. However, there are still restrictions on crowded and closed spaces and close contact (3Cs) settings.

The rest of the country stays under Alert Level 2.

On Tuesday, Duterte refused to heed calls to further deescalate the alert level status in the country, saying it is not yet doable to implement the proposed “Alert Level 0” since there are still cases of Covid-19 in the country.

From March 30 to April 5, the country reported a total of 2,548 new Covid-19 infections. (PNA)

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Unvaccinated Anti-Vaxxer Female Suspect in Taguig caught desperately forced for the EVC and throws one ABS-CBN Microphone for its PH Media Abuse Presser [#OnlyOnRadyoBandera]

TAGUIG, MANILA -- The first day of the Enhanced Vaccination Checkpoint (EVC) was so chaotic in General Santos Ave., Brgy. North Daanghari, Taguig City, Metro Manila by Friday morning (January 21st, 2022). The Vaccination Card is for those who entered and back from this said city. Female anti-vaxxer suspect named Renelie Joie Cadeliña who harassed the checkpoint and batters her green broken bottle off-camera as a self-defense before facing the televised media on national television, with its seriousness of maximum tolerance.

"Karapatan kong hindi magkaroon ng bakuna. Kailangan ko lang ng trabaho, bakit nyo kailangang tanggapin?" (I have the right not to have the vaccine. I just need a job but, why do you have to accept?). Cadeliña did not show a Vaccination Card as her anti-vaxxer suspect said aggressively in Tagalog dialect, she didn't want to be vaccinated ever in person.

Her female resident in Brgy. Lower Bicutan here in this said city angers out as ordered from the Taguig government by simply giving an Identification Card (ID). She tries to discuss by force upon giving her own information, the Philippine media are taking her side in everyone's conversation to the public. Members of the televised media including SMNI, NET25, GMA News and CNN Philippines. Cadeliña ignores herself badly against the media and grabs one ABS-CBN microphone to throw it down as she committed busted for a media interview abuse LIVE on camera.

Shortly after this said abuse, she simply took her own name inside the Taguig checkpoint with a total unlawful disrespect. And since she was a resident of the city, she was just sent home for nothing.

Taguig City PNP named Hiyasmine D. Navarro told ABS-CBN News, the Vaccine Cards without a birth date and photo will not be accepted before and during the said checkpoint as due to lack of its simple requirements. "Itong dalawang Vaccine Card, wala naman po may presentang valid ID. Kasi kahit sino naman, pwedeng magsulat lang ng ganito... Wala ma lang 'Petsa ng Kapanganakan' at 'Litrato'. Kahit sino, pwede mag presenta ng ganyan kaya lang, papano niya patunayan ngayon na kanyang ganito?" (These 2 Vaccine Cards, they don't have a valid ID to present. Because anyone can just write like this... There is no 'Date of Birth' and 'Photo'. Anyone can present like that just because, how can she prove now that she is like this?).

EVC is one of the busiest streets in Taguig. Each passerby must present a Vaccination Card. With the exception of Cadeliña, who was angered earlier, those who were not vaccinated could not be sent home lightly. But they don't force people who don't want to be vaccinated once becoming an anti-vaxxer. They have some options as warned from the Taguig PNP: just go home, show a negative Reverse Transcription-Polymerase Chain Reaction (RT-PCR) test, or undergo free swab testing by the Local Government Units (LGUs).

Taguig Safe City Task Force (TSCTF) chairman named Atty. Clarence Santos said, a shuttle service at the bus stop is more unlikely for Cadeliña as anti-vaxxer suspect leads for suffering a Battered Woman Syndrome (BWS) as a self-defense and attempted domestic violence in media interview abuse under a reference from the Republic Act #9262: Section 3c & 26 or Anti-Violence Against Women and Their Children Act of 2004 and a single felony of Maximum Tolerance with her lack of identification process of the Republic Act #11525: Section 12 or CoViD19 Vaccination Program Act, and the Batasang Pambansa #880: Section 3c or Public Assembly Act of 1985.

Some other passengers are heading themselves through the Vaccination Hub safely in Brgy. Lower Bicutan of Taguig. "Ang gusto po namin na lahat po sila ay bakunado na. Kapag malaman po namin sa isang tsekpoint na hindi ba po sila bakunado, may nakaabang po diyan na nakita nyo po sa shuttle service bus na mag-dederecho po sa kanila sa pinakamalapit na Vaccination Hub". (We want them all to be vaccinated. When we find out at a checkpoint that they are not vaccinated, someone is waiting there that you saw on that shuttle service bus to direct them to the nearest Vaccination Hub).

Unvaccinated patients will also be helped to bring to the nearest testing center. EVC will be implemented on their selected city streets each week.

Two of the Facebook netizens told Radyo Bandera, she needs some rest as per simple advice in Tagalog dialect, "Dapat dyan sa babaeng yan na nagwala, turukan ng Sinovac, Astrazeneca o Pfizer na bakuna habang matulog". (That woman who has gone astray should be injected her with Sinovac, Astrazeneca or Pfizer vaccine while sleeping). The other Netizen said, unprofessionalism in media industry identities didn't look right at that time as a pre-determined CoViD-19 spreader, "Any parties should not get so dramatic or drastic. It means all sides should stay calm and maybe positive to be confirmed. All of her side should not be shamed or to be unprofessional. The respondent should be given a proper test the said virus of Coronavirus Disease-19 (CoViD19) Omicron variant to know the severity level. False alarm or not, CoViD19 has just a flu hybrid with a protective covering spike protein". The assurance of news reporting in media interview abuse against Renelie Joie Cadeliña compromises more to comply than a stalking point and discrimination as per Department of Labor and Employment (DOLE)'s Labor Advisory #03-21: Section 3.

As for Cadeliña alone, she will be facing herself to 6 to 12yrs. in prison as per Prisión Mayor for a severe penalty by court. The National Union of Journalists of the Philippines (NUJP), Kapisanan ng mga Broadkaster sa Pilipinas (KBP) and the Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD) will soon face the anti-vaxxer suspect at a nearest Taguig court room or the Taguig PNP detention cell in a coming days or months, after she threw one ABS-CBN microphone committing herself a media offense in press freedom, which is a different story from the ABS-CBN shutdown.

Whether she liked it or not, Cadeliña will correct her honest fault, for a public media interview through ABS-CBN News or facing its consequences with a personal disrespect and maximum tolerance in jail time without any single apology from its jurisdiction of media interview despite both for a later tolerance and discrimination.

EDITOR’s RANT NOTE from RP#4’s Miko Kubota: *honest facepalms* This is so disgusting for your ragequits for skipping your CoViD-19 vaccine. Anti-vaxxers like you is more just either a racial slur issue or I would say, it’s a terrible game for Omicron in common regulars. *confronts aggressively point-of-view to Renelie Joie Cadeliña* As a gamer like me for my take in our news assignment in this article from our friends at the Hinobi newsroom gets ZERO lives. Your GAME is OVER and who cares!? I’m a former BIRTHDAY RUINER before Season 1 of my show of “Glitch Techs” as a kid -- and things are different to me at all. Go get vaccinated unless later discriminated to yourself and interviewed in its televised media. Your just an absolute vulgaritive jerk as consistency for its maximum tolerance! Your MIC is yours, NOT your serious criminal garbage. Hope you can understand that as my role in our internet network presidency and a station manager myself with support from Rhayniel. In behalf from our team at my fictional character of “Glitch Techs”... I’ll meet you soon one-on-one, if you REPEAT THAT CONSEQUENCE right now. *two-fingers pointed you, face-to-face* So be it. -- MK

ABS-CBN Corporation and Radyo Bandera Network is an affiliated firm on this Internet TV Station of OneNETtv Channel and OneNETnews.

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: DWBY TV-34's Kapamilya Channel: Bulacan via TV Patrol

SOURCE: *https://news.abs-cbn.com/video/news/01/21/22/babae-nagwala-nang-hingan-ng-vaccination-card-sa-checkpoint *https://tnt.abante.com.ph/bebot-na-ayaw-pabakuna-nagwala-bote-binasag/ *https://www.lawphil.net/statutes/repacts/ra2004/ra_9262_2004.html *https://www.officialgazette.gov.ph/downloads/2021/02feb/20210226-RA-11525-RRD.pdf *https://www.chanrobles.com/bataspambansabilang880.htm and *https://oshc.dole.gov.ph/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/Labor-Advisory-No.-03-21-Guidelines-on-the-Administration-of-COVID-19-Vaccines-in-the-Workplaces.pdf

SEVERE HONEST DISCLAIMER: The readers and opinions expressed from this news article are not necessarily those from the ABS-CBN Corporation. This anti-vaxxer suspect does not be imitated in any matter. Furthermore, the assumptions of this news article will NOT state, intervene or reflect those of our Radyo Patrol reporters. The show, the station, the management, interwebs, and the network. Thanks for reading, mga ka-Bandera! Stay safe and may the Gamers blesses you to win. Cya guys later, from the Hinobi news team!

-- OneNETnews Team

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i want the k :3c mon ange

WHO WANTS KISSIES / accepting / @eniivrer

6. gentle peck

    Angela had told Amélie more than once not to wait up. 

    The days at work were drawing longer as though Summer’s return could trick the body into thinking nothing was done until the moon started to rise. Angela found herself thankful that Widowmaker’s mysterious disappearance had long since been reported on, and no trace had been found. Her apartment, for how unlikely it was, had become a veritable safehouse. It wasn’t a worry to leave Amélie home alone, so much as it seemed a waste. She could understand why the other woman, tired of loneliness and still relearning affection refused to sleep without company. 

    (Nevertheless, as a medical professional, Angela could do nothing but suggest the best.) 

    Tonight, her suggestion seemed to take hold, however accidentally. Amélie was curled on the couch, long hair sprawled behind her and a blanket pulled up to her nose. A breeze from an open window was bringing a chill indoors, and it seemed recovery had come so far as to introduce real temp-- no, Angela. Go to her. The Doctor put her analysis aside long enough to hang up her coat and approach the couch as quietly as she could. Her motions were careful, gentle as she sat beside the other woman, fingertips drawing through the loose locks that had settled by Amélie’s face. 

    “Dors bien, mon ange,” she whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lover’s temple. She might even have left it at that, had lithe arms not risen, and wrapped around her neck. Cool lips tilted upwards, to seek her own, and Angela smiled into the kiss. 

    “You fell asleep,” she teased, softly. 

    Amélie still hadn’t opened her eyes, but Angela saw her brows tilt into a frown. It was nothing short of cute, and the murmuring against her lips was all the cuter. 

    “Then come to bed with me, mon ange.”

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Hello, Ange! Tell us about yourself. Are you wild, or do you have a trainer?

He usually lets me stay outside whenever I want to, and even go on strolls by myself, so people sometimes mistake me for a wild. :3c