#.mei writes

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

imagine : hugging your f/o after a long day :'3

proship/comship DNI.

imagine sliding your arms around their neck and feeling them snugly encircle your waist in return; holding your body firmly against their chest. they melt into your embrace almost instantly, slackening in your arms as all the tension and stress of the day leaves their body. maybe they're generally open about their feelings or maybe they'd never be this vulnerable around another soul, but either way it's apparent: they trust you more than anything.

your beloved buries their head in the crook of your neck, sighing softly, finally at peace. the gentle exhale of their breath against your skin makes your heart flutter in your chest, and you can't help but be equally relaxed by their presence. can you feel a few stray locks of their hair brush against your shoulder, or just the warmth of their skin against yours? you press closer into them as they trace gentle patterns on your back with their fingers, seeking to comfort you as much as you do them.

you take in a deep breath, filling your lungs with your f/o's scent. whether they smell like a gentle perfume/cologne or slightly of sweat from their work that day, the familiarity puts you at ease nonetheless. a smile curls across your face as you shut your eyes, grateful for all the little moments like these that make life's difficulties seem worth it.

i tried to make this as inclusive as possible but i'm not too used to writing f/o x s/i so sorry if i missed anything !! send me requests if u want ;p

taglist: bestie day 1 ride or die @gekkisad 🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯

[kyri45]

We love MK, child of un-divorced. The next update will be more gay. And fluffier.

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST / NEXT )

before saying anything, read the stuff under the cut

About wukong and macaque

Both these bitches did wrong, but remember that MK saw the vision starting from the fight itself, not what happened before. He then read the chapters of the book and read that Macaque also attacked. I personally think he's mostly hurted by what Wukong did, not because it's worse of what Macaque did, but because he idolized Wukong for so long, and while he know he did so many wrongs in the past, his vision of a "hero" dissapeared in this moment. He s mostly dissapointed let's say. Of course it's not the best of things to put tour heroes on a pedal because you will always be dissapointed. I guess MK learned the lesson...

About what MK said in panel 8

Our monkey boy is remembering his own very stupid thing he sacrificied himself without trying to talk it out with the others AND using the circuit on Wukong.

About the posters

Yes they were Monkey King posters. MK ripped them immediately after the vision because he still was not sure was reality and vision and was scared.

About the eye

Because I would prefer no one dies of angst, his eye is fine, it s more like symbolism.

[sleepypdng]

More Coraline AU 🧵🚪

[dreamwinged]

misc. selfship asks ❤︎

thank you for 400! <3 answer these asks however you'd like, but please practice reblog karma if applicable! 💌

🧸 - how would your f/o try to comfort you if you were upset? 🦢 - what's a petty argument you'd have with your f/o? 🍡 - what nicknames do you have for each other?

🪽 - what was your first kiss with your f/o like, if you've had it?

🪺 - describe your f/os perception of you before you got together, compared to what it is now! 🪷 - if the roles were reversed and your f/o was the one selfshipping with you, what would their blog look like?

🧊 - how would your f/o text you? would they use proper punctuation/capitalization, or type more informally?

🍋‍🟩 - similarly, what would your contact names be for each other?

💍 - how do you and your f/o feel about marriage?

🪻 - what's your f/o's coffee or drink order?

☁️ - how does your f/o like to spend their free time with you? 🛍️ - what would your f/o get you as a gift? additionally, what would you get for them?

🫧 - what song(s) remind you of your f/o?

🪼 - what’s your favorite way to feel closer to your f/o?

proship/comship/neutral dni

[kroosluvr]

The entity that I reconstruct will bloom into a life never before seen.

[rationaliity]

dr ratio vs. the genius society | an analysis

this'll also be a comparison between ruan mei and dr. ratio so warning for that one too, just in case.

i saw this post by @chronical-lover

and firstly, i just want to say thank you, especially about mentioning how aeons don't care about humans because youre so right. i wanna expand a little bit on the comparison between his character and the genius' that we've met this far.

ratio ultimately failed to be recognized not because he wasn't smart enough, but because he was too human. he's human first, scientist second. he'll always be human first, he doesn't have it in him to act without emotions no matter how much he wants logic to dictate his every move. his entire character is that he believes every one has a human right to be alive, to learn and to grow. he's there to guide them, not necessarily in the nicest way, but still.

i think contrasting him with ruan mei in the story quest was a perfect idea. when you meet ruan mei, she's kind. she makes the trailblazer feel comfortable, even for just a little bit. she offers companionship, tea, and a conversation. but she does not care about the trailblazer or her creations, something painfully obvious in her actions. when the trailblazer was facing up against ruan mei's failed attempt to make a replica of the emanator of propagation, ruan mei was no where to be found. but you know who was, just in case he had to step in ? veritas ratio. even though both knew that the replica wasn't likely to hurt the trailblazer, ratio was there.

" since you're here, i won't intercede. but should you fail, i will be forced to prevent some avoidable misfortunes "

( i hate this man so much )

but he was there. he witnessed the fight, and once the threat was over, it was time to get going ( his words, not mine ). he was there to witness you fight, and should he had needed to, he would've stepped in to prevent us from any actual danger. however, when we approach ruan mei after the fight, and we look reasonably upset from her, we don't get an actual apology. she says she regrets her actions, but her words aren't actually about putting us in danger. she was upset that her experiment fell short, that she had made another predictable outcome.

" you look.. upset, correct ? i regret my actions. there's no defending what i've done. time and again, my experiments have fallen short, and they've always yielded predictable results. i made a clone but it.. doesn't hold a candle to the emanator. "

she did say that she would be there if the danger proved to be too great, but she was not. veritas, however, was. both of them said that they would step in if needed, but only one of them was actually in a position to do so. only one of them took preventative measures to make sure that you were safe from harm. and that is not the genius ruan mei, no matter what her words say.

ruan mei has a flowery way of speaking. not to say that she necessarily minces her words, she's upfront about a lot of things. but she lures the trailblazer into a false sense of security. she's introspective, and questions her own actions a lot. but she's never apologetic about the way that her actions put other people in danger, just that they don't yield the results she wants.

ratio, however, is curt. we meet him originally as a brooding, mysterious figure. he's mean, he doesn't use a lot of words to get his point across. he says what he means, and he's a fan of effective communication. he doesn't have to worry about himself, he knows who he is and how is actions affect himself and the people around him, and that leads to people assuming that he's egotistical ( which he might be , a little bit. as a treat ) but the reality is that ratio cares more about the people around him that he'll ever let on.

and that's where he fails. that's the fundamental difference between him and those within the genius society. ruan mei, herta, screwllum, and the other geniuses do not care about anything other than results. and yet ratio is kind. he's inherently kind, his actions are all for other people. he's saved a dozen worlds with his inventions. he's a scholar within the intelligentsia guild, and a doctor saving his patient's lives every single day. he wants to guide people from the shadows towards the right answer, he wants to make them use their brains and think.

he does not act without considering other people. he can't be a genius first, and a human second. and that's where he fails to gain nous' recognition. it's not that he's not not intelligent enough to be a genius, it's that even in his pursuit of knowledge, he has not forgone his humanity.

and perhaps, in nous' eyes, that's the difference between the mediocre and the genius. to erase every part of you, your emotions, your empathy, your humanity, in the pursuit of knowledge is what separates a genius from the masses. not having those barriers allows you to really dig deep into subjects that would otherwise be considered taboo or dangerous, because you don't care about how the outcome affects people as long as you can study it. as long as you can get answers out of what you're studying, it doesn't really matter what the test subjects are feeling.

ratio is too human, too caring, to ever be considered a genius in nous' eyes.

[the-void-via]

TW: TALK OF GUNS, INJURES FROM GUNS, DEATH, ANDROID GORE IG?

Second part of my Rota Fortunea fic!

“The leader of the resistance, Sunday, was found dead fifteen system hours ago. Forensic experts have deduced the cause of death to be a gunshot wound to the head. However, upon finding the gun at the crime scene, only Sunday's fingerprints were found on it. Law enforcement is investigating the crime scene-”

Ratio shut the TV off with a grumble, glaring at his reflection in the dark screen. He set the remote down and turned to the nearby table, Aventurine’s sleeping body laying atop it.

He glanced at Ruan Mei and Herta. Oil stained their hands, working on hooking Aventurine up to a power source before they worked on fixing him. He—reluctantly—stayed a few feet back, after both women had practically ripped the android from his arms when he walked through the door.

Barely a word had been exchanged between the women and Ratio, putting all their attention and focus into Aventurine. He could do little but stand back, peering over their shoulders from time to time to try and check their progress.

Ruan Mei moved, allowing Ratio a clear view of Aventurine’s face-

He cringed. Some layers of machinery had been stripped away near his right eye, leaving a red LED light to stare back at him. His eyes drifted, the metal of his neck slight exposed–

He turned away. It was too much to bear. Seeing someone who used to be his friend– no. The man he loved in such a state killed him inside. He moved to sit down, sighing heavily.

“Don't move much,” Ruan Mei softly scolded, not even turning to look at him. “You sustained three gunshot wounds from Sunday. You don't want them to open.”

He grumbled a little bit, muttering something under his breath as a reply. Ruan Mei didn’t say anything else, fully focused on the android laying atop the table in front of her.

Herta was no different, the only indication of her presence being her soft mutterings to herself, working with Ruan Mei as if they had some telepathic connection they were communicating through.

It was unnerving, to say the least. The silence in the room.

Ratio sighed again and leaned against the chair, staring up at the ceiling. His body relaxed into the chair; the adrenaline had long worn off, slowly being replaced with exhaustion. He fought it as long as he could, fought to keep his eyes open- but his body knew he was safe.

His eyes started to slip closed, hoping for just a little cat nap…it sounded nice at this point…

…

Knock, knock, knock. …knock-knock!

His body jerked, sitting up straight in the chair. The two geniuses had made progress on Aventurine, he deduced they were just over halfway in connecting him to a power source- but that wasn't the priority at the moment.

Someone knocked on the door.

Herta had walked away from the table, leaving Ruan Mei to continue for a moment by herself. She turned to look at Ratio as she heard the chair jerk, her expression unreadable.

“You're awake.” She said bluntly.

“W- ahem- what was that?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. “That knock. Is it-”

“Thank you, Miss Herta,” A voice—definitely not Herta’s—came from the hallway she had disappeared down a moment ago. “I'm sorry to inconvenience you at a time like this. I had a run-in with a few androids above ground, and I just need a few tune-ups on my arm–”

A male figure, clad in a dusty dark pink cloak, walked into the room at Herta’s side. He pulled his hood back, his hair dyed pink with long, white roots. Deep crimson eyes scanned the room as he stopped dead in his tracks, blinking at the two new figures.

“Oh.” He mumbled in surprise. “There's other men here. That's…intriguing.”

“Never mind them,” Herta shooed him to another table, aiding him in sitting atop it. “You said you need me to fix your arm? Which one?”

The man shed his cloak, revealing himself to be wearing a tight black tank top, as well as black shorts with knives tucked inside harnesses. He carefully extended a mechanical arm, using his other hand to point to his elbow. “This one, the joints got busted up real bad. I was afraid it would fall off before I got here.”

Ratio’s eyes widened upon seeing him. His arms and legs were very visibly mechanical, white metal with elegant dark pink accents. His stomach almost sank upon the realization.

Another android?

“Wow, Shilou,” Herta mused, taking his arm into her hands and examining his joint. “This is really badly damaged. You really are lucky it didn't fall off on the way.”

“I know,” Shilou chuckled a little. “Thank you again, Miss Herta. Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you? Any materials you need? I can't keep letting you fix me without any sort of payment-”

“Excuse me,” Ratio’s voice cut him off, his arms folded across his chest in an almost standoffish manner. “Who are you?”

Tags: @havanillas @serendipminie @blak-ie @blackcat2907 @drowning-in-cabbages @lumin-arii @kyl13sm1l3y @darkluminosity @smellofsnoww (lmk if you wanna be tagged or not when I post about my oc's!)

[devswritingcornerorsmth]

overwatch ratings based on how they would date

did this a while ago but spent too much time on it for it to not be posted. this is just a personal opinion and personal ratings based off lore and bias tbh. this will be updated with every hero (if I remember to lol)

Tanks:

D.VA: 6/10. Caring and loving, fun gaming dates, but gets recognized a lot, and if it came down to it she’d choose her job to protect south korea over her lover

Doomfist: 4/10. He’d be a gentleman but probably only in it for sex or to be a sugar daddy. He’d treat his “lover” with respect tho so not a total loss i guess.

Junker Queen: 7/10. After the shit she’s been thru i think she doesnt really want a partner cuz shes afraid they’re just using her to get to the throne or that she’ll lose them. She’s protective and caring but also a bit overprotective to the point where it’s like okay calm down. Also might get into a few fights but eh.

Orisa: 0/10. she thinks it would be cute to be in a relationship but knows she cant be in one due to being the “protector of numbani”. so no.

Ramattra: 8/10. Deadass depends if it’s an omnic or not. If his lover is an omnic he will cherish them and take care of them, knowing that they’re one of the few things he loves in this life. If it’s a human then theres some. Problems. He doesnt open up easily and while he’s still protective and caring he can sometimes get very distant towards them because he fears that they only got close to him to use him or kill him.

Reinhardt: 9/10: Perfect gentleman. Treats you with respect and love, and cherishes you no matter what. -1 is because he can be really loud sometimes even when he doesnt mean to be

Roadhog: 5/10. I think of him as aroace but he would try and give it a shot just to feel what it’s like. Hes very quiet but also very calm. He would listen to his lover and do his best to help them, but he moves around a lot thanks to junkrat now and might cut off communication with you just to keep you safe when he's on the run

Sigma: 5/10. A real gentleman, would treat his lover with respect and kindness and love. Only downside is when he has one of his mind breaks and breakdowns. He forgets who he is and just focuses on violence. Also his control of gravity in that state is very fucky so if he’s having a breakdown his lover might get throw to the ground. He feels like jackshit afterwards and probably realizes it’s best not to have someone he cares about so close to him

Wrecking Ball: 0/10 no. he would simply not even if he wanted to. Aroace hampter 

Winston: maybe a 1/10. i feel like he doesnt want a romantic relationship with anybody and just wants friends (aroace monke)

Zarya: 6/10. Protective and caring but would focus too much on her job. would also pick her country over her lover if it did come down to it

Mauga: 8/10: Would treat his lover right and give them anything they asked for. Free beach house, gifts, and a loving, protective, obsessive bf. -2 because slight yandere vibes and can get too possesive-

Damage:

Ashe: 6/10. Partners in crime kinda thing but if you’re not really into that stuff she’s probably not that into you. She has BOB watching you when she cant during a fight but shes always next to you when she can be.

Bastion: 0/10. Dude just wants to live in the woods with his bird he doesnt want that stuff.

Cassidy: 8/10. Southern sweetheart. Treats his partner with love and respect. Only downside is that he’d be out a lot doing his job, but he would let somebody else do it to be with you if it’s a special occasion or if he really wants to stay with you.

Echo: 2/10. Not big on romance but would try it out for science. Sadly in the end it’s not real love so. Oof

Genji: 9/10. Probably doesn’t want a relationship at first because of his body but he gets used to it and opens up his heart. Honestly very good boyfriend would be there to listen and help you with stuff. -1 cuz he might be out doing overwatch stuff a lot and also might not be the most exciting person to be around if you're a hyper person.

Hanzo: 6/10. Can’t see him getting in a relationship after everything thats happened but if he did he’d be kinda bad at it but you could tell that he’s trying his best.

Junkrat: 5/10. I love him but i cant really see him *staying* in a relationship for long. He doesn’t know how to stop sometimes and can get really annoying really quick but he loves making things for his lover and would do his best to keep them away from the dangerous bombs. He loves them a lot but doesn’t know how to turn the love down. Really clingy so if youre into that cool.

Mei: 9/10. Absolute sweetheart. Loves you to bits and takes you out to her favorite restaurants and stuff. -1 cuz you had to have a long distance relationship due to her being in Antarctica and the fact she slept for years with no communication with her lover-

Phara: 4/10. Cares about her job more but would be an okay girlfriend, doing the basics.

Reaper: 1/10. He’s done with love and would probably just just be a sugar daddy or just be there for sex. Even if he did find himself feeling something he’d ignore it and move on

Sojourn:5/10. Not interested in dating or finding love but if it finds her she’ll go for it. Pretty nice girlfriend, makes sure to take care of her lover but does focus on her job a lot more sometimes.

Soldier:76: 0/10. Not interested and has made sure to break off any past relationships. Doesn’t want the people he cares about to get hurt. So he still cares but doesnt go see them.

Somba: 7/10. Would be a pretty good girlfriend if she wanted to have a relationship. She keeps all people she cares about far away and unaware of her deeds at Talon. So a long distance relationship until she can take some time off to go see her lover and vibe.

Symmetra: 3/10. Doesn’t know how to even start a relationship and doesn’t really want to. Her job is important to her so she wouldn’t want distractions from it.

Torbjorn: 6/10. His wife and him had a few children and have been married for a while so he’s probably got the whole love thing covered.

Tracer: 9/10. Probably one of the best on this list. She’s loving and caring and makes sure to spend a lot of time with her partner. 

Widowmaker: 3/10. Last partner she had was um. killed by her so. +3 if you could break down her walls and see the real her but very low chance

Venture: 8.5/10: Would talk to you about rocks, fossils, and everything else they can think about. They’d even let you name rocks around the house. -2 cuz they’ll talk your ear off about rocks n stuff while also bouncing around everywhere. They can also be gone for long periods of time but always makes sure to call. If you can deal with the infodumping and adhd then 9.5/10 for you 

Support:

Ana: 5/10. She doesn’t want a relationship but she’d be very loving and caring to her lover.

Baptiste: 8/10. Great boyfriend, lovers needs always come first and he’s very open and always has an ear out to listen. -2 because he’s constantly on the run and the relationship could get stressed.

Brigitte: 5/10. Mostly focused on her work but would make a pretty good girlfriend if she finds the right person. The relationship would mostly be a test one because she lowkey doesn’t understand it.

Kiriko: 4/10. Would love to be in a relationship but protecting her home is more important than finding love to her.

Lucio: 9/10. Actual sweetheart. Would make music for you and would cancel shows last second if something came up and you needed something. If you need anything he’ll be there to help.

Mercy: 8/10. She’s really focused on her work but no matter what would take time to come stay with you for a while. -2 because sometimes too focused on work and sometimes doesnt have time to see you for a long time.

Moira: 0/10. Not looking for a relationship and would probably lie just to get you strapped to a table and butchered.

Zenyatta: 7/10. Would make a decent boyfriend but he can’t have relationships due to being a monk. He’d be there to listen and to give advice when you needed it.

Lifeweaver: 9/10. Perfect boyfriend in every way. Like no competition. -1 cuz he's on the run from multiple governments so he won't be able to talk all the time or be with you much to his dismay. multiple texts a day tho

Illari: 4/10. Tbh I can't see her getting into a relationship after everything. She's too scared that something will happen with her powers again and hurt her lover

[haifoct]

Truth Eye.

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I hope you’re doing good! I’m not sure if this has been done yet, but I got an idea for a fluff (possibly a pinch of angst?) scenario!:

Any, all or two of the traffic light trio sillies (Mei, Red Son, MK), with an s/o GN!reader that’s an experienced healer who takes care of them after a tough battle against a monster of your choosing. Maybe they have a heartfelt conversation afterwards, or during the process of patching them up, about getting themselves in danger for the sake of saving the world? 👀

Been thinking a lot about this since s5 lmao. Haven’t fully recovered yet 💀

🍜💛 Healing a Trio —🐉💚 Traffic Light Trio x GN Healer!Reader HCs 🔥❤️

Genres: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- It had been a fight with a huge hawk demon, one that MK was pretty confident he could take, especially cause Mei could use her bike to move closer to the threat. Red Son was roped in by circumstance, begrudgingly working with the heroes to defeat the threat. The attack was a surprise, so there wasn't much the Trio was prepared to do. Once it finally ended, they were sufficiently scratched, scuffed, battered, and bruised

- The three had come to you a little hesitantly. They didn't like feeling like they were bothering you, especially because these always ended in some deep conversations about the nature of self-sacrafice and priorities. When you'd opened your door to the three and allowed them in without many questions, they filed in, MK and Mei attempting lighthearted jokes right off the bat to diffuse tension

- MK, for as much as he gets hurt, sucks at getting patched up. He hisses and writhes if the topical medicine stings, yelping and whining at the unpleasant sensations. He's a very dramatic patient, but a very talkative one as well

- He tells you about the fight, reassuring you that he already remembers the conversations you'd both had before about these things. He's not exactly happy having to sit still while getting bandaids and bandages applied, but he's obviously still proud of his victory

- He's more quiet when you're closer, focusing on the feeling of your hands on his skin, the gentle and reliable touch providing a sense of safety and warmth. He feels his heart swell seeing the determined expression you have while working, and little flutters when you occasionally banter back. This routine between you was familiar, it was comforting. He felt safe under your care

- Mei, meanwhile, is also a pretty passionate speaker, but much less of a whiner than MK. Her problems are mostly just squirming from being hyperactive and wound up on adrenaline, frequently trying to hop off of your workbench to demonstrate a move

- Your gentle chastising with Mei is unique, specifically taking time to address how she feels being on the sideline of missions these days, and having to hold things together for MK most of the time. She feels like she can have that full honesty with you, your complete confidentiality and understanding helping to hold her together

- She flirts with you more openly than the other two. Any time you're close enough, she points out something about your face to compliment. She offers to help you do small things, asking questions about your job and what kinda stuff you see outside of the Monkey Crew

- Red Son, like the others, is a talker. His ramblings are closer to ranting and raving, and outside of waving his arms or doing grand dramatic gestures, he's more still than the other two

- Conversations about his family are what come up most often, when he isn't bragging about his villainy or latest attacks on the town. More recently he's been talking a lot about working as a food vendor. It's nice to see him happy about something that doesn't come from malicious intent

- He allows himself to show past his anger and be more vulnerable with you. He's a hint softer, a little more willing to be honest and open with you. He loves your willingness to do this for them, and he tells you frequently how much he admires you and your work

- The three usually stick around for a few hours after each appointment, talking with you and telling you about everything you my have missed in their lives. They treasure their individual time with you, and Mei and MK especially try to hype you up all the time to show their thanks

- They invite you out every once in a while to have some hangouts without medicine or injury in the picture. They introduce you as a vital member of the team to others and get protective of you during battles

[riveluart]

@dearreader made me do it

I didn’t use all the same ideas though I kind of just started doodling and it took on a life of its own

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

hugging a guarded/stoic f/o and feeling them tense against u before slowly returning ur embrace and leaning into your touch; deciding it’s ok to allow themselves some affection, just this once, ough i think im going to implode .

[e-hibiscus]

if you’re alright I’ve been craving for some Jealous sex with Ruan Mei, and Robin it’s just a request I’ve been thinking of 🤧😣😣😫😩

Sorry for taking forever on this 😨 For the life of me, I couldn’t come up with anything for Robin that i was satisfied with so I only have Ruan Mei. I hope that’s okay (ⅈ▱ⅈ)

Authors Note: NSFW, jealous sex, use of aphrodisiac

NSFW | MINORS DNI

Ruan Mei

It’s almost night and day how you interact with your peers. You’re much livelier, smiling more, and talking more. You have a voice pleasant to the ears, and one Ruan Mei herself enjoys listening to despite her reserved and distant nature. Always, she wants to hear more, yet you never seem to talk more than you need. You become quiet, flushed, and nervous in her presence, but she wants to hear more.

Getting you to agree on taking an aphrodisiac was easy. You’ve always followed her orders. You always listen to her commands, so there was no issue laying you down on an empty table to start her “work”.

It’s been less than 10 minutes, and you’re already a quivering mess. Your pussy is dripping and you fight the urge to keep quiet and sit still for Ruan Mei’s “observations” yet you're only managing to do one of the two.

“Hold still. I’m not going to repeat myself again.”

Her delicate hands pin your chest against the cold surface. Her other hand swipes along your folds before circling your puffy clit. The tips of her fingers barely push in as you fight the urge to buck into her for some relief. You’re clinging to the edge of the table, trying your best to comply.

Luckily, she slips not one but two fingers in. With a dissatisfied expression etched on her face, Ruan Mei watches you stifle your voice with your sleeve.

“Stop covering your mouth like that.” Her fingers angle themselves so they hit your g-spot causing a sweet cry to escape your lips. She questions to herself why everyone else gets to hear the sound of your voice. The thought of someone else has her frowning, and Ruan Mei doubles her effort. Slender digits scissor your tight cunt as you whine out. The faster and rougher she goes, Ruan Mei quickly learned, has you spouting jibberish. She fingers your sensitive folds to continue hearing the quiet gasps escaping your lips. Every detail from your expression was taken in by her turquoise eyes.

As you cum around her finger with a cry of her name, Ruan Mei stops, not to give you time to come down from your high, but to process the moan of her name that had left your lips. There’s a burning need brewing inside her as Ruan Mei starts up again. It doesn’t matter how many more times you fall apart and even break on this table, she’s going to continue until she can finally understand why she wishes to hear you call out her name like that again.

[lunar-wandering]

Mei rocked back and forth on her heels before sitting down, setting a plate of cookies down beside her. A single twitch of a tail was the only acknowledgement Wukong gave towards her presence.

"...Sooooooo. I've been wondering something." Mei started, and then paused. A short moment of silence came over them, broken by Wukong eventually letting out a small "hm?". Taking that as all the approval she needed to continue, Mei took a breath and; "Are we like them, at all?"

"Psh, no, you're not." Wukong seemingly didn't need any context on what she was saying, reaching over blindly to snag a cookie off of the plate sitting in between them as he continued, "In fact, those old guys would've been appalled at some of the stuff you guys have done, hah!"

He accentuated his point by taking a harsh bite out of his cookie, but Mei didn't miss the way his gaze briefly flickered to the side before snapping back to continue to stare at the horizon. Mei let out a little hum, shifting to lean her head on her hand as she stared at him.

"Do we remind you of them anyways?"

Wukong froze. And then, for the first time since Mei had joined him at the cliff's edge, he turned to look at her.

In Wukong's eyes, Mei's appearance flickered, and became Ao Lie, staring at Wukong with an inquisitive and yet slightly concerned look- one that was currently mirrored on Mei's face.

Wukong swallowed. And then he slowly let out a long breath.

"...Yeah. Yeah, you do."

[parasitic-anomaly]

Personally I think we should all piss on elongated muskrat

[cartoonhorses]

Remission

Jimmy Zare x female! Reader

warnings/triggers : Slight breast play, heated make out session, takes place on Earth, slightly ooc Jimmy

word count : 2.6k +

author’s note : I feel like this is a little rushed and I’m sorry! I tried my best to go back and correct my grammar mistakes, if I missed anything please let me know.

MDNI

The air outside was crisp, heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint warmth of the mid-morning sun. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, clutching the card your family members had sent to you through the mail in your hand. Your heart raced, not from nerves, but from excitement. Today was special, it was your birthday! And of all the places you could have been, all the people you could have spent it with, you wanted to spend it with Jimmy.

Jimmy—the guy you’d been seeing for a few months now. What started as casual hookups shifted one night when he invited you out to a rundown diner and, over greasy fries and flat soda, asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course, you said yes. How could you possibly turn him down after such a romantic gesture. The memory of it never failed to make you giggle.

The walk to his house wasn’t too long due to the fact he only lived a few blocks away. As you reached Jimmy’s door, your mind flickered to all the times he surprised you before—small gestures that left you breathless. He wasn’t one for grand displays, but he had his ways. Like when he gave you fake, cheap flowers from the dollar store in a nice, decorative vase that he likely got from an old ladies’ garage sale.

Finally, you reached his house. You stood on his porch and brought your hand to the dark, wooden door. You didn’t even have to knock. The door cracked open and the positive energy you felt all morning suddenly shifted.

Jimmy stood there, leaning lazily against the frame, his expression neutral, almost bored. He wore a white, tattered wife beater that clung to his slim but muscular torso. “Hey,” he said flatly, stepping aside to let you in.

Your chest tightened slightly, but you pushed it aside. Maybe he was tired! Yeah that had to be it. You stepped in, the card still clutched in your hand, and gave him a soft smile. “Hi,” you said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. He gave you a tiny smirk once you pulled away, though his mind almost seemed to be somewhere else entirely since it quickly faltered.

The living room looked exactly as it did the last time you were there—cluttered but not messy. The faint smell of pine from the candle you had gifted him weeks ago lingered in the air. He plopped on the couch, leaving room for you to sit but picking up his phone like you weren’t even there.

You sat beside him, the card in your lap. You didn’t say a word and minutes began to tic by, each one louder than the last. You watched him scroll on his phone, his thumb lazily flicking up, eyes glued to the screen. You were somewhat thankful for the TV being on, otherwise this situation would be extremely awkward.

“Did you eat yet?” You asked finally, desperate to fill the silence between you two.

“Not really,” he mumbled without looking up.

Another pause. Longer this time. Your mind raced, trying to rationalize his behavior. Maybe he was planning something and wanted to throw you off. Maybe he was nervous about making today perfect. You told yourself a hundred maybes. Each one more desperate than the last. But the knot in your stomach tightened either every second that passed.

You couldn’t take it anymore, had your boyfriend not realized what day it was? “Jimmy?” You said softly, your voice teetering on the edge of hope and hurt.

“Yeah?” He replied, glancing up briefly before his eyes fell back to his phone’s screen.

You swallowed, your throat dry. “Do you know what today is?” You asked with a bit of hopefulness in your voice.

He frowned slightly, as though trying to piece together a complicated puzzle. “Uh… Saturday?” He offered after a beat, his tone light, almost amused.

Your heart sank, the weight of his indifference crashing down on you. “It’s my birthday,” you said, the words heavy and raw.

You thought for a moment that maybe he would feel bad, that he would apologize and beg you to let him make it up to you. But that wasn’t Jimmy. In fact, his face didn’t change much at all. He blinked once, twice, then shrugged. “Oh, I guess I forgot. Sorry.”

That was it. Two words—I forgot. Not an apology laced with guilt or the frantic rush of someone who realized their mistake. Just a shrug, like it didn’t matter, like you didn’t matter.

Your chest tightened, anger bubbling beneath the surface, but it wasn’t just anger. It was disappointment, heartbreak, the crushing realization that you had built this day up in your head while he hadn’t even thought of it at all.

“Jimmy,” you said, your voice trembling. “You forgot my birthday?”

He finally set his phone down on a nearby table, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. For a moment, you thought you saw something there—guilt, regret— but it was fleeting, gone before you could grasp it. “I’m sorry,” he said again, but it felt hollow, an afterthought. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently.”

You knew that was a lie as soon as Jimmy said it. Hell, Jimmy hardly had a life. He barely worked, barely kept up with friends, and he didn’t have any contact with his family. You wondered what could possibly be on his mind.

“A lot on your mind?” You echoed, your voice beginning to rise. “You’ve had a lot on your mind but couldn’t spare a second to remember the one day that’s supposed to mean something?”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark, messy hair. “I didn’t mean to forget, alright? It’s not that big of a deal. You’re here now, so what does it matter?”

The words hit you like a slap. What does it matter? You stared at him, the man you thought you knew, the man you had spent so many nights defending to your friends and family who warned you about him. The man who you had given your time, your heart, and your trust to.

You stood, card still in your hands. For a moment, you considered leaving it, letting it sit there on his table as a testament to what this day could have been. But then you looked at him—his indifferent posture, the way he was already reaching for his phone again—and you knew he didn’t deserve anything related to you.

Without another word, you turned and walked out the door, the sound of it clicking shut behind you was the only thing that broke the silence.

Jimmy sat there for a moment after the door clicked shut, the silence of the room suddenly weighing on him. His thumb hovered over his phone screen, but he didn’t scroll. Instead, he stared at the door you had just left out of, your absence settling into the space like a storm cloud.

She’s mad, he thought, running a hand through his hair. Of course, you were mad. He hadn’t even tried to remember your birthday. But it wasn’t like he meant to forget! Life had been stressful—work, drama, his own constant overthinking. Yet, none of that felt like a valid excuse now.

Jimmy leaned back on his old, poorly made, leather couch, letting out a frustrated sigh. He wasn’t the kind of guy who was good with emotions—his own or anyone else’s. But he wasn’t stupid. He knew what he had with you was good, better than anything he’d had before. You, somehow, always found a way to laugh at his dry, sarcastic humor. And the thought of losing you over something so stupid gnawed at him.

After what felt like an eternity, he stood up, grabbing his keys off the coffee table. He didn’t even know where’d you gone—back home, maybe—but he wasn’t about to just sit there and let you leave thinking he didn’t care.

The knock at your door startled you. You had barely set the card and your bag down on your coffee table, the frustration still bubbling under your skin when you heard it. You knew who it was. Part of you didn’t want to answer. You wanted him to stew in his own indifference. But curiosity got the better of you.

When you opened the door, there he was. His dark brown eyes were softer now, the usual edge in his expression dulled by something you couldn’t quite place. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, his hands shoved into the pockets of a black hoodie, something he wasn’t wearing when you saw him previously.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice lacking the usual sharpness.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “What do you want, Jimmy?”

He glanced down, as if searching for the right words on the concrete beneath his feet. “Look, I…” he paused for a moment, looking annoyed before taking a deep breath. “I messed up.” He admitted, his voice gruff but sincere. “I shouldn’t have forgotten your birthday. That was shitty of me.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Yeah, it was.”

He looked at you, his brown eyes finally locking onto yours. “But I care about you. A lot. I know I don’t always show it the way I should, and I’m not great at this stuff, but…” he trailed off, glancing away for a moment before looking back at you and exhaling sharply. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re the best thing I’ve got, and I don’t wanna screw that up.”

The anger you felt in your chest softened, replaced by a flicker of something warmer. But, you didn’t want to let him off the hook entirely. He needed to learn, but hearing him admit it, seeing the vulnerability in his usually guarded expression, made it harder to hold onto your frustration.

You stepped aside, letting him in. He hesitated for a moment before walking in, the tension between you palpable.

Jimmy turned to face you, his hands now out of his pockets, fidgeting slightly. “I don’t really know how to fix this,” he admitted. “I didn’t plan a grand apology or anything.”

“Clearly,” you said, your tone light but pointed.

He gave a faint, sheepish smirk. “Yeah, well… I guess I’m trying to be honest. I care about you, and I know I don’t always show it the right way, but I want to do better.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The weight of his words lingered in the air, and you could see the effort it took for him to say them.

Finally, you stepped closer, your arms dropping to your sides. “Jimmy,” you said softly, “I just wanna feel like I matter to you, that’s all.”

“You do,” he said immediately, his voice firm. “You matter the most to me. I just… I suck at showing it sometimes.”

“I know,” you said with a soft smile on your face. As soon as those words left your lips he closed the gap between you, his hands hesitating for a split second before settling on your waist. His touch was firm, but it was also warm and grounding. The earlier tension you felt quickly melted away.

After a moment, he pulled away, panting. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again, his voice low.

You looked up at him, your breath hitching slightly. “Don’t just say it. Show me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips were on yours in an instant, the kiss slow at first but quickly deepening as the frustration between you melted into something else entirely. His scruff grazed your skin, a familiar roughness that made your heart race.

His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer as if he was trying to erase the space that had come between you earlier. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned against your lips, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

His lips trailed from yours, skimming down your jawline, his scruff grazing your skin and leaving a delicious heat in its wake. When he reached the sensitive spot on your neck, nipping gently you let out a soft gasp. Your hands clutched at his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“God… ‘m such an idiot…” he mumbled against your skin, voice low and rough. “I almost let you walk away… I can’t do that again.”

You tilted your head, giving him more access to leave potential marks. Your breath hitched as his hands slid up your sides, brushing beneath the hem of your shirt. His fingers splayed against your skin, warm and possessive, as though he was staking his claim. You tugged at his hoodie, needing to feel him, to close the gap between you two in every possible way.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek to guide his lips back to yours.

His hands moved up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones before pulling back again, studying your face while his chest rose and fell heavily. “You mean so much to me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t say it enough, but you do. And I’m gonna make this up to you.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, his lips were on yours again, more insistent this time. His kiss was all-consuming, his tongue parted your lips as he deepened it, tasting you like he couldn’t get enough. His hands finally dared to move further underneath your shirt, one holding your hip firmly and the other grasping lightly at one of your breasts’.

Suddenly, your back hit the wall. The pressure stealing your breath for a moment. Jimmy’s body pressed into yours, the solid weight of him overwhelming in the best way. His kisses grew hotter, more desperate, as if he was trying to pour every once of his regret and affection into you.

The hand on your breast began to slowly message the plumpness of it, his rough fingers an insane contrast to your soft skin. It only made it feel all the better.

Your hands slid beneath his hoodie, fingertips brushing against the hard planes of his chest. He shuddered at your touch, a low groan escaping his throat that sent a thrill straight through you. You pushed the hoodie up, breaking the kiss long enough to yank it over this head, his dark hair falling messily back into place. You repeated the same action with the white wife beater he layered underneath.

The sight of him—his lean torso, the subtle definition of his muscles, the way his chest heaved as he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made your knees weak. You reached for him, and there he was again, his lips capturing yours as his hands slipped beneath your shirt, tugging it up and over your head in one swift motion.

“Damn,” he murmured, lips now against your neck as his hands skimmed over your newly exposed skin. “You’re… perfect.”

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer as he kissed you again, his movements growing more frantic, more heated. His lips moved down your chest, his teeth grazing your nipple, and you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word felt like an apology, a promise, and a confession all at once. The air between you was charged as you lost yourself in him, the world outside fading until there was nothing but Jimmy—his warmth, his touch, his love, raw and unfiltered.

And in that moment, with his lips on yours and his hands exploring every inch of you, you knew that despite his flaws, despite everything, this is where you belonged.