#AND OF COURSE... he is absolutely going to surprise her with some wonderful gifts too....

[nikosama13]

Monster Trio forgetting it's your birthday! (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x Reader)

Description: The monster trio (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji) forget about your birthday!? As one of the brighter crewmates reminds them about it, hopefully they could get you a gift on time or something more..

(A little suggestive..)

Side Notes: Hello my wonderful Loves! This is my absolute fav ideas so far. Plus it’s on my birthday!♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ (Probably spelling mistakes)

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Luffy:

It was the day of your birthday and Luffy woke up in his room as it was like another casual day on the Thousand Sunny, completely forgetting about it.

As he left his room, the ocean breeze hit him in the face which was a new and refreshing feeling for him. The waves were strong but it wasn’t anything that the Sunny couldn’t handle.

He began walking down the hall planning to go sit on the bow of the ship. But then his stomach grumbled, so he made a “quick” detour to the kitchen to get what other than meat.

When he entered the kitchen, it was decorated with colorful string lights and a gorgeous table cloth.

To his left he saw Nami and Robin decorating. Nami was on a ladder and Robin was passing party banners with her devil fruit. To his right he saw Sanji baking something up which smelled great but it wasn’t meat..

“Hii! Whatcha guys doing??” Luffy said in his excited manor.

Nami and Robin turned to face him while Sanji was already walking over to the fridge to get Luffy his meat he has been so longing for.

“We're decorating for y/n’s birthday.” Nami smiled as she tapped down the colorful fabric.

Luffy’s jaw hung from his mouth and his eyes popped out.

“Don’t tell us you forgot..” Robin shot him a concerned look.

“Ah- Uh- Mh-.. of course not..” he looked towards Sanji trying to change the subject.

“Hey, Sanji! Is my meat ready?” He tried to worry about all that confusing birthday stuff later, however he did know that it held great importance to you and the crew.

“Yeah.” Sanji glared at Luffy and set down his meal.

After about 8 minutes Luffy finished eating and ran off to his room.

Nami and Robin giggled about how Luffy was acting and his forgetfulness, but on the other hand it wasn’t like his behavior was anything new to them.

Luffy jetted into his room and began brainstorming ideas on what you’d even want for your birthday. He thought about giving you some food or maybe a pet..? He was really stuck but also really wanted to give you something.

Then it hit him.. He ran out of this room and down to Ussop’s workshop.

The doors swung open, scaring Usopp. “Usopp! I need your help!”

Luffy was hoping he could make this happen.

Usopp jumped out of his chair and hid under the table.

“Jeez Luffy.. y'know you could knock next time..” Usopp scratched the back of his head and sat back up on his chair making room for Luffy to sit.

“So what do you want exactly..?” he asked Luffy.

After a long story of explaining what happened and what he wanted to make for you, him and Usopp spent the rest of the day making this “unknown” gift for you.

---

Right now it was night and all the crew members of the Straw hats were hiding in the kitchen. This included Luffy and Usopp. They all awaited you, as soon as the door handle clicked they’d jump..

You were super confused and almost scared that someone had maybe captured your friends while you were getting ready in your new party dress Nami helped you pick out.

It was too quiet..

Then the door handle clicked and you walked in..

“SURPRISE!!” The whole crew said together.

“Awhh! Thank you so much guys!” you flustered immediately at everyone’s thought of putting this together just for you.

“Have a seat mademoiselle~” Sanji pulled out a chair for you at the table.

After you sat down, everyone scurried around the table and plopped down in their seats.

Then they sang you ‘Happy Birthday’ and your cheeks flushed even more with embarrassment.

Lastly, Sanji handed over to you a knife to cut the cake.

You didn’t even take a second to admire the masterful art work Sanji had put into the whole piece and instead you cut into it like you were stabbing someone.

Later on, after everyone’s wonderful gifts to you it was Luffy’s turn..

Everyone sat silently, surprised their captain actually remembered and brought something.

Now the real question was if it was any good.

You slowly unwrap the decently sized box and low and behold an adorable music box with your name engraved in the front of it and your favorite colors painted all around.

Everyone stared at Luffy including you.

Then you flipped the music box over to twist the knob and you also noticed some lettering saying “Built by Usopp The Great”.

You smiled at Usopp, also thanking him for his hard work.

Finally.. It was time for some real partying as all of you sang and danced.

Most of the crew got drunk too, excluding Chopper, Robin, and Sanji.

You and drunk Luffy headed out alone to the front part of the Sunny when you planted a small kiss on his forehead, making both of you a blushing mess.

“Thank you..Luffy.” you smiled and gave him a signature Nami hug as your chest engulfed his face.

By the end of the night the music box was placed in the center of your vanity but shaking violently. I wonder why.. (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)

Zoro:

Zoro was in a deep sleep..

That was, until he woke to the sounds of the Straw Hats running around the ship frantically.

Pots and tins clattering, Nami’s voice yelling at what sounded like to Luffy and Usopp “do something helpful around here!” and lastly chopper’s hooves running on the deck, holding some colorful paper.

“Oi, what the hell is going on here??” Zoro said unhappy, because he was awakened from his nap. He rubbed his eyes and was met with the unpleasant sight of.. Sanji.

Sanji shot him a mean glare, “It’s y/n’s Birthday, mosshead.”

Zoro was too shocked to talk back to Sanji, instead he sat there on the floor with his eyes bulging out of his head.

“Oh.” Zoro said flustered because of his forgetfulness.

“Looks like someone forgot~” Sanji teased.

“Shut up, cook” Zoro stood up and walked towards Sanji.

Both of them cracked their knuckles, ready to brawl.

Nami rolled her eyes in a “here we go again..” manner. Then she proceeded to take care of the situation..

Zoro and Sanji parted ways with huge bumps on their heads.

When Zoro arrived in his room he plopped down on this bed and tried to sleep, but something was bugging him..

Like he was forgetting something.. your gift.

He sprung out of his bed and began pacing around his room, thinking of what to buy you.

Something new.. Or old.. Shiny or brightly colored.

He had no clue.

As the day went on and you and the Straw Hats partied. Drinks, food, “wonderful” singing from Luffy, and dancing.. it was almost like the ocean was dancing with you.

However Zoro, watched you closely. No gift in mind or hand at the moment..

Then Chopper announced “Let's open these gives y/n!”

You smiled and nodded.

“Sure, I’d love to!” The crew went around in a circle and passed you their gifts.

Nami gave you a new dress with your favorite colors and Robin bought you a small pocket mirror.

“Thank you so much guys!” you smiled and thanked them.

Sanji turned to Zoro purposely, knowing that Zoro wouldn't have a gift for you.

“How about you, mosshead..?”

Sanji smirked at him.

Zoro glared at him, it was as if he wanted to cut him in two.

“I have something in mind, but it shouldn’t concern you, cook.” he continued to stare a hole through Sanji.

“Hm.. sure you do..” then Sanji turned to you.

“If the mosshead doesn’t give you a gift I’ll take care of it.” he winked at you.

You nodded again, kind of grossed out and looked away from the whole situation.

After the Straw Hats left the deck and were probably sleeping from all the partying.

You walked up to Zoro and looked at him.

“So what’s this secret gift.. Hm?” You stood in front of him.

“Heh. Impatient I see..” he leaned in super close to you.

“W-why so close..?” you started getting flustered.

“I’m just giving you my gift…” he smirked mischievously at you.

Then it happened so quickly that your brain needed a couple of seconds to process what he was doing to you.

He was kissing you.

You didn’t pull away though.. you pushed yourself closer on him.

After a solid minute he pulled you two apart. He was blushing and panting, but so were you.

“Did you enjoy your birthday gift..?”

“Very much so..” you smiled at him.

On the bright side I guess you wouldn't have to be telling Sanji how Zoro didn’t get you a gift..

Sanji:

It was a sunny day on the Thousand Sunny. Sanji woke up as per usual and made the crew their breakfast.

As the Straw Hats ate, they began speaking about you.

Specifically your birthday.

“I’m gonna get y/n one of those music boxes for her birthday!” Nami announced as she smiled ear-to-ear.

When Sanji heard this he almost burnt the meat he was cooking up for Luffy.

“T-that’s today..?” Sanji asked, his voice shaky.

“Duh!” Luffy butted in.

“Oh..” Sanji was trembling as thoughts raced through his mind. He felt ashamed.

How could he forget? Why did he forget? Was he that busy he forgot about you?

But most of all, what would he get you..? However, with luck on his side they were close to arriving at a port with supplies.

Hopefully.. no, he would definitely buy you something from there.

No matter what.

A couple of hours went by and the crew had finally docked in port and everyone ran off somewhere.

Nami, You, and Robin went out shopping, as your way of celebrating. Luffy, Ussop, Franky and Chopper ran out to some restaurant and lastly, Zoro was keeping watch over the ship. In other words he was sleeping..

As for Sanji.. Well he was scrambling all over town to find you something.

Eventually, the crew all met back up on the ship with “minor” issues.

The rest of the night was dedicated to you, drinking, dancing, and making a mess of the ship.

When you opened your gifts up you loved everything you got. From a new handbag to a half-alive fish from Luffy.

Then it was Sanji’s turn.

He handed the gift over to you. It was wrapped to perfection in expensive paper..

When you unwrapped it, you were met with a small box.

Then you opened the box and to your surprise it was a stunning ruby necklace.

“S-sanji.. This is beautiful..” you picked up the piece and examined every shine and detail of it.

Sanji just simply stood there and smiled at you.

“H-how much was th-” he cut you off.

“The price doesn’t matter, mademoiselle. But.. if I were you, I’d look at the back of it..” he said, smiling so hard it hurt.

You spun the piece around on it's back side and there it said..

"Be mine.”

Your cheeks became a shade of crimson.

Everyone else on the Sunny was either drunk or knocked out cold on the floor, sleeping.

“Will you..?” Sanji stepped closer to you and sneakily creeped his hands up your waist.

“Y-yes, yes I will.” you blushed, it was like your body was a magnet to his.

He could resist the way you looked at him, all shy and confused.

So he kissed you.

It lasted for a few seconds and you two pulled apart.

“Shall we take this to my room madam..?” He smiled mischievously.

“Of course dear.” you smiled back.

Let’s just say that your new necklace wasn’t the only thing taken off that night.. ~~~

The End~

Thank you so, so, so much for reading! (It’s also my birthday today so tysm! <3)

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[koishiro]

001 — 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : megumi fushiguro x afab!reader

“C’mon she’ll love it!”

Nobara comforts her friend on the edge of his bed as he scrolls through your instagram page on his phone.

His two friends sat cross-legged on his bed as a never-ending stream of vibrant colours and countless pictures of your cat flashed by.

Over the course of a week the continuous reminder of Valentine’s Day followed Megumi like a persistent shadow. Not because he didn’t appreciate or love his girlfriend, but because of how bad he expressed the feelings that came along with being in a relationship. He and everyone around him knew he wasn’t exactly the most emotional or expressive person there was and the obnoxiously vibrant posters and hanging garlands around school didn’t exactly help.

Nobara wasn’t stupid, quickly catching on to his somber demeanor, recognizing the season and the pops of red and pink scattered throughout the hallways and she quickly connected the dots, a plan already starting to form in her head.

Thursday evening rolled around and unbeknownst to Megumi, his friends spontaneously showed up at his place and now here he sat, with Nobara taking the lead in ‘giving him advice’ on what to gift you to help express his true feelings while Megumi continued to scroll through your Instagram desperately trying to form some sort of idea for the ‘perfect gift’ for you.

"She's absolutely obsessed with cats, you know this! Imagine how perfect it would be to have an apron filled with adorable little tabby cats!" Megumi couldn't help but sigh, feeling like this whole thing was a complete waste of time. Valentine's Day was just around the corner, and he still hadn't thought of a gift for his own girlfriend. He couldn't help but wonder if he was failing as a boyfriend.

“Oh I know!” both Nobara and Megumi's heads snapped towards their pink haired friend with an audible crack.

“How about a personalized mug with your face? I remember seeing ones that say 'best boyfriend ever' somewhere before!" Yuji chimed in, eager to help.

He was doomed.

A delightful surprise awaited the boy as he walked through the school doors the next morning, hearing his girlfriend's sweet voice calling out, "Megs!" His ears perked up, eagerly soaking in the sound that resonated through the hallway.

There stood his pretty girl, wearing a perfect blend of pink with subtle hints of red, all brought together with bows, frills, and lace.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his face until his eyes gravitated towards the small neatly wrapped gift adorned with a bow was clasped tightly between your hands, held closely to your chest.

Skipping towards the boy adorned in his usual black attire, you quickly abandoned your bag by his locker as your arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug.

Just the scent of your perfume was enough for him to forget the looming thoughts not too far behind.

You weren’t expecting much to come out of today, the usual really. Your mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of your gift, waiting till the end of the day to finally give it to your boyfriend.

But what did stand out was how affectionate he seemed to be - unusually so. The entire day consisted of back hugs, kisses to your cheek and the constant feeling of his eyes fixed on you through class.

And It wasn’t till the end of the day when you were both comfortable in your pyjamas and settling in your bed surrounding by a myriad of sweets and chocolate that your gift lying amongst them was picked up and placed on his lap.

“Go on! Open it!” He found it cute how excited you were, so excited in fact that you could barely sit still - squirming in your spot as you not so patiently waited on him.

Pulling on the ends of the bow, soon followed by the wrapping paper decorated with small cartoon dogs, revealed a small black box. Megumi’s gaze flitted between yours and the box a few times before lifting the lid to reveal the contents.

“You can’t be serious…”, inside laid a neatly placed bracelet. A dainty silver thing that held a small clear charm.

“It lights up when I touch mine!” To prove your point you swiftly pulled up the sleeve of your top, revealing your own bracelet - an exact copy. You placed a light kiss to your charm, watching as his lit up with a small white hue.

“I know you don’t like obnoxiously big or cheesy presents so I thought this would be small enough yet still shows how much I love you.”

Megumi couldn’t ask for anything more. His girlfriend, the only person he’s ever laid his heart so openly to before gifted him the most precious thing he’s now ever owned.

And also the most annoying. Because he already knew how it worked.

With that thought in mind he leaned back towards his pillow, his hand nestling beneath in search of a specific box, he soon placed his own wrapped present on your lap.

“Go on, open it.”

Not wasting any time, you quickly tore the paper and uncovered the box that lay beneath. Your newly manicured nails lifting the lid to show your own bracelet with its own clear charm.

Whipping your head towards Megumi you were faced with his neutral face, clearly not amused.

“Apparently I still suck at this gift giving thing,” after long hours of gruelling internet searches and YouTube videos, Megumi finally thought he’d found the one gift worth giving. A gift he could check up on you with — something not many people would’ve thought of.

But of course his very own girlfriend had the same thought. But the laughter that soon sliced through the silence cracked a smile on the poor boys face.

Leaning to place a kiss on his cheek followed by you making yourself comfortable on his lap, you managed to cackle out, “Well I think it’s endearing,” this led to Megumi raising his eyebrow in a ‘go on’ motion.

With a smile you continued, “well we both shared the same thought which I think is cute in itself especially since it’s long distance bracelets”

“When you put it like that, I guess it’s not so bad.” He mumbled out, a pink tint colouring his cheeks as his fingers busied themselves fiddling with the ends of your shorts. You reached for the second bracelet, adding it to your wrist to accompany the other before sliding Megumi’s pair on his wrist.

Kissing your bracelet and watching as his lit up, a lazy smile planted itself on your face, “makes you even cuter.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Stardew valley bachelors (and krobus and the wizard) witnessing the farmer chug multiple jars of mayonnaise. Just really slinging it back.

Okay ngl I never did this till right now and I got everybody's reactions so this is based on the responses my farmer got after doing this

Spoilers: they've all known my farmer for about 7 years so it's nothing too shocking to them,,,but it's still highly questionable lmao

.....

Shane

"Umm..."

For years, him and Pam were beer addicts...and now comes along you, the new farmer who's a very...different kind of addict.

An addict to mayonnaise, that is.

For years, people have been judging him for his habit, so it seems fair that he should be allowed to judge you 100% for having the weirdest fucking habit in the valley.

He started opening up to you (in his 2 heart event) and you're just sitting next to him, drinking mayonnaise to wash out the beer he offered you.

Only after you two get closer does he decide "well shit, they're weird..but they're also one of the few who care about me,,,"

And he eventually lets go of it altogether.

But he'll still tease you about your mayo addiction from time to time.

"What're you gonna put in the potluck this year? Gold star mayo? Or did you already eat it on the way here?"

"Oh shut up."

"Heh heh."

Sam

"Gross!"

Considering it's one of his hated gifts, this shouldn't come as a surprise to you.

But the way you've absolutely freaked him out by drinking it in front of him (and subsequently making him miss his kickflip) was hilarious.

"That's what you get for skating on other people's property." You shook your head, smirking as you bring out another jar. "You think Jodi needs some for later? Or should I just drink it in front of her, too?"

"NO! Stop. Please don't do that." Sam hisses. "One, she might uninvite you from future family dinners. And two, she'll think it's one of those weird trends and blame me for it!"

"A trend..hm? Doesn't sound like a bad idea. This town could use one more tradition." You laugh, consuming the jar and not missing the look of horror on his face.

"A-And I thought Abigail eating rocks was nuts...you two would be great friends.."

Harvey

"Umm..."

While he's well aware of the many health benefits to mayonnaise, he wonders if you know that they're best as a condiment....not a beverage you can just sling back.

"But you told me to lay off the Joja Colas, doctor," you pointed out to him. "You're telling me those are a healthier alternative to this?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all." He huffs. "It's just..erm..I've never met someone who enjoyed mayonnaise by itself..it sounds-"

"Disgusting?"

"N-No! I didn't mean it like-"

"I'm kidding, Harvey." You laugh a little, amused by his nervousness. "You know any side effects to drinking large quantities of mayo?"

"..none in particular, but that doesn't mean you should-"

"Then if I start feeling anything different, I'll let you know. Thank you." With a wink, you pull out some dinosaur mayo and drink it on your way out of the clinic...with poor Harvey wondering wtf that was.

Regular mayo was fine, but that green icky-looking mayo...had him gravely concerned over what you were doing to your body.

Elliot

"Why?!"

You thought you were being subtle, drinking a little bit of mayo while hanging out at his beachside cabin.

But nope.

You've absolutely horrified this man. Traumatized, even.

It's almost as bad as the time you left a super cucumber on his doorstep, and the next day he sent you a letter demanding to know who made you play this "cruel prank" on him.

In reality, you thought it'd be a nice gift and he'd make something poetic out of a rare sea creature you fished up.

Apparently not and that's when you quickly learned it's a hated one.

"Oh don't be so dramatic," you shake your head. "It's easier to carry than some full course meal."

"But you could have any other food....why that?" Elliot asks, now genuinely curious about what goes on in your mind to think mayo is a suitable choice in food.

You have no explanation though other than "it's most convenient for me and I like the taste".

So he leaves it alone but....maybe it's better not to drink it around him without warning (or drink it when he's buzzed and he may not remember you doing that).

Sebastian

"Umm..."

And here he was, on Ginger Island, hoping to get a brief vacation away from the valley and all its weirdness.

Yet you came along to visit and check on your beach farmhouse--bringing tons of mayo jars with you.

You got thirsty while talking to Seb in the hot sun, and instinctively began chugging the first thing you opened out of your bag.

You don't even realize what you've done until he gives you the strangest look ever.

"Have you always liked drinking mayo...like that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Um..not since moving into the valley and learning how to make it." You shrugged, smiling sheepishly as you brought out another jar. This time a green color.

"What's that one?"

"Oh! Dinosaur mayo. It's a lot thicker and kinda tastes like a kale drink-"

"I'm sorry, there's dinosaurs in the mines?"

Alex

"Umm..."

"What?" You shoot him a defensive look, cradling the half-empty jar like it's your baby. "You've eaten every raw egg I give you, and I never judge."

"But..that's a little different, isn't it?" He chuckles nervously. "Eggs are great for protein! Drinking straight mayo is...erm....are there any benefits..?"

"It's easy to make with all the eggs in my coop, and um..it keeps my energy up so I don't pass out."

It's an awkward explanation, considering you simply drink mayonnaise for the hell of it and didn't think too much about the "health benefits".

But Alex completely agrees with you, not making any further comments on it in the future.

Although how he's eaten dozen of raw eggs without getting some kind of salmonella poisoning is beyond both him and you.

Perhaps you're both a little bit strange, but he eventually came to accept that about himself.

Wizard

"Umm..."

From the moment you met him and obtained forest magic, Rasmodius knew there was something peculiar about you.

From gleefully retrieving ectoplasm and prismatic jelly for his studies to assisting him in getting the dark talisman back from his ex-wife's home, he's come to trust you as a potential apprentice.

So to drink mayonnaise while looking through his catalogue of expensive magical architecture had him....a bit confused.

"What?" You look at the man standing by the bubbling green pot, his eyebrow raised in question. "C'mon, surely this can't be the strangest thing you've seen."

"No, whatever keeps your spirit and energy nourished is fine and all. But..mayonnaise seems most unconventional. That's all I'm saying. Now I must focus.."

And that's all he says about the matter, not really caring too much.

You're grateful he didn't overreact.

Krobus

"........"

"You're not gonna say anything?"

"About what?"

"About..y'know..me drinking mayonnaise?"

"Why would I? You gift me void mayonnaise. I eat it and use it as a moisturizer all the time!"

Finally, somebody who finds your habit relatively normal---but the only downside is that somebody isn't human.

Makes you often question if you're really human yourself.

It never bothers Krobus whenever you need to sling back a jar of mayonnaise and pull out another one when you return from the mutant bug lair or hike through Cindersap Forest to reach the sewers.

He thinks it's just a normal thing humans do, but when you mention how it's very much not normal in your "culture"..he thinks THEY are weird for not accepting your tastes.

Welp, at least he supports your weird yet harmless habit.

You did try void mayo once and nearly keeled over, so you stick to regular/duck/dino mayo from thereon.

[ticklygiggles]

Ten minutes in heaven | Wrioney [n$fw]

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN THE AFTERNOON WONDERFUL FABI @lovelynim! I hope you enjoy this little gift! It's my first time working Wrioney, I hope I made them justice and you like this! I LOVE YOU ❤️

Summary: Wriothesley not only stood him up, but also ghosted him. It's only Lyney is so mad. 

Words: 2k+

“Sigewinne, let me out! I'm not kidding!” 

“Nope.” The sweet voice came from outside. “I'm tired of listening to you both bickering, so you'll both stay there until you reconcile.” They couldn't see her, but Sigewinne nodded, proud of herself. “Or else you won't get out. I'll be back in ten minutes.”

00:01:00

Lyney whined, pressing his forehead against the wooden door. If he had known that his visit to the Fortress of Meripide would end with him locked in that small closet with the person he least wanted to be around at that moment– well, he wouldn't have gone in the first place.

Besides, he had only gone for one reason: he wanted to fight. He wanted to argue with the administrator of the place, also called Wriothesley, also called his boyfriend. Turning his head slightly, he looked at Wriothesley standing behind him, arms crossed above his broad chest, with his imposing stature and his warm eyes fixed on Lyney. Lyney frowned, also crossing his arms and leaning his back against the door. Wriothesley chuckled and a deep blush spread across his cheeks from pure anger; he bared his fangs in a snarl, glaring at the other man. 

“What?!” 

Wriothesley shook his head softly, “are you really that mad at me, kitten?” 

Somehow, Lyney felt heat radiating from his vision, he was ready to attack at any second. “Don't call me that! I hate you so much, get me out!” 

Wriothesley chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders. “I can't. Sigewinne has the key and I'm not planning on destroying my office.”

“Hmph!”

00:02:07

Lyney couldn't decipher the emotion in Wriothesley's eyes. Something between sadness and tenderness and shame and love– he couldn't stand looking at him anymore and he closed his eyes, turning his head. 

“Listen, kitten-” 

“Don't call me that.”

“Lyney, I'm truly sorry about what I did,” Wriothesley said, gently touching Lyney’s elbow, but the magician jerked away. “You know my work here is not easy, I truly wanted to be there on time, but then Neuvillette came by and I had to take care of some stuff and-”

“It's not just that!” 

Lyney hated that he felt his eyes tearing up. He was used to Wriothesley's rudeness, but knew it was not on purpose. It was true that his job wasn't exactly an easy one, and Lyney forgave every time Wriothesley missed one of their dates or arrived ridiculously late, because he understood, he really did. But just because he knew that Wriothesley's job kept him busy most of the time, Lyney made sure to invite him to a super important show he was having months in advance, and he made sure to remind Wriothesley every single week, every single day and he promised so sure of himself that he was going to be there. 

But of course, he wasn't, but the worst thing was that it had been two weeks since that day and Lyney had heard absolutely nothing from Wriothesley in all that time! He even thought that something bad had happened to him, but what was his surprise when he found him stuck in his office; when their eyes met, Wriothesley didn't even seem surprised to see Lyney and greeted him as he normally did. Wasn't that too much?! 

“I can't believe you treated me like that. And you know it's not only about you not coming to see my show, but you just not reaching me in two whole weeks! Do you know how worried I was?!” 

“I'm so sorry, I really have no excuse for that,” Wriothesley said sincerely, scratching the back of his head. “I thought you'd be really angry with me, so I wanted to give you your space, but… I think I messed up even more.”

“Yes you did!” Lyney wiped the tears from his cheeks angrily, and taking a single step forward, he encountered Wriothesley's body and punched him in the chest. “I felt so bad! I thought you didn't want to see me anymore! You're so stupid, Wriothesley!” 

Perfect, now he was really crying. Lyney whined and growled when Wriothesley suddenly hugged him, pressing him tightly against his chest. He struggled, trying to break free from the embrace, he didn't want to be comforted, he wanted Wriothesley to know that he had made him feel terribly bad! 

“I'm truly sorry, Lyney,” Wriothesley said softly, his deep voice against Lyney's ear making him shiver. “I was just careless and stupid. I truly wanted to go see you, but I didn't dare– I didn't know how to face you and what to say to you after promising for months that I would be there. I'm sorry, kitten.” 

Lyney pressed his face against Wriothesley’s chest and cried. The last two weeks had been hell for him. Had Wriothesley stopped loving him? Had he missed Lyney's show because he never  wanted to see him again? Worse yet, had something happened to him? Did he get into an accident when he was on his way to the show? A thousand and one thoughts ran through his mind, they didn't let him sleep, eat, and sometimes even breathe. He was afraid to go to the Fortress of Meripide because he didn't want to know if something bad happened to Wriothesley, but in the end he did and to find him there… just working. 

“I was scared! I hate you so much, Wriothesley!” 

That was a lie, of course he didn't hate him, on the contrary, the only reason he was there was because he loved him desperately. His heart longed to see him safe and sound, he wanted to be in Wriothesley's arms again and hear his voice. Lyney just couldn't hate him because he loved him too much. 

Wriothesley gently cupped his flushed, wet cheeks, his thumbs gently rubbing under his eyes to wipe the falling tears away. He pressed a tender kiss to Lyney’s forehead, then his nose and the corner of his mouth before pressing their foreheads together. 

“Please forgive me, Lyney. Just this once. I promise I'll do better.” 

Lyney whined, his eyes crossing a little as he tried to look at Wriothesley’s. “I just want you to let me know you won't come and if you're okay! I understand about your stupid job!” 

Wriothesley chuckled and Lyney couldn't help but smile, gently hitting his arm. “You are so stupid!” 

00:04:45

Wriothesley nodded, “I am. I missed you very much, kitten.” 

Lyney pouted and with a smile, Wriothesley kissed his lips. A small, chaste kiss that made Lyney feel butterflies, but a small kiss like that wasn't enough for the two weeks they hadn't seen each other. Lyney wrapped his arms around Wriothesley's waist and brought him close to him, his tongue pushing between the other's lips, making him gasp into Lyney's mouth. Wriothesley grabbed the back of Lyney's head, tilting his head back slightly so he could kiss him better. A war broke out within their mouths; gasps and soft moans escaped their lips as they hungrily devoured each other. 

Lyney felt light-headed, breathless. His heart was beating fast, bouncing within his chest. He had missed Wriothesley's passionate kisses so much, his strong hands holding his face, the warmth of his body against him. He had missed it so much. He opened one of his eyes, his sight slightly blurry with tears; Wriothesley's expression was a sight to behold… but why was he looking so happy after the torture he made Lyney go through? He had forgiven him, but would he get out of this without being punished? Of course not! 

Lyney tapped his fingers against Wriothesley’s waist, between those fierce kisses, Wriothesley barely noticed the light touch on his waist, but it was very different when Lyney pressed that super sensitive spot just above Wriothesley's hips. 

00:05:37

Wriothesley gasped, quickly pulling apart and grabbing Lyney's shoulders to push him away. “What are you- ngh!” His words got stuck in his throat, Lyney was smirking widely.

“What? Did you really think I won't punish you? Silly Duke.” 

Wriothesley opened his mouth to say something else, but Lyney pressed against him, cornering him against the wall as his light fingers clawed at Wriothesley’s hips, making him jump and break into loud laughter. He arched his back, but Lyney simply pressed against him tighter, one of his legs between Wriothesley's. He always found it funny how a big guy like Wriothesley became almost useless when tickled; even someone small like Lyney could manhandle him a bit like this. 

Wriothesley's hands tried to push Lyney away, but when his nimble fingers moved under his arms, Wriothesley pressed his arms to his sides, laughing brightly. He squirmed and begged between gasps and laughs and squeals for Lyney to stop, but his pleas fell in deaf ears. 

“Ah, so your armpits are still really ticklish, hmm? What about here?” 

“N-NoHOho! K-KihiHIhitten, plehehease!” 

Snorty giggles left his mouth when Lyney started to wiggle his fingers against the sides of his neck, a sweet spot the magician especially loved. It made Wriothesley so desperate, his laughter panicking and his squirming intensifying. It seemed completely torturous to him and Lyney couldn't help but feel a little sadistic seeing Wriothesley's state. He was flushing already, even crying as he mercilessly tickled his neck and- oh? 

00:06:40

“You are disgusting, Wriothesley. Why are you grinding against my thigh? Ah, I see, you liked your tickles too much?” 

Wriothesley shook his head, going crazy with the tickling on his neck. His hands lacked the strength to push Lyney's fingers away, and Lyney laughed.

“S-Stohop, PLEHEASE, I- NGH!”

“You don't want me to stop,” Lyney purred, the maddening tickling stopping so he could palm Wriothesley's hardening cock above his clothes. “You're not supposed to enjoy your punishments, Wriothesley.” Lyney wrapped the red tie around his hand and pulled at it, bringing Wriothesley’s face close to his. “I really should show you how pissed I am with you, hmm?” 

“K-Kitten,” Wriothesley gulped, his teary eyes blinking and trying to find a way out. Lyney smirked. “I s-said I'm sorry. And you said… you forgave me.” 

Lyney shrugged, “and I did, but you need to learn your lesson. Do not mess with me again, Wriothesley.” 

Wriothesley gasped when Lyney suddenly dropped on his knees in front of him, his fingers hooking on the waistband of his pants and the elastic of his underwear and pulled them down to his knees at once. Wriothesley whimpered and he tried to cover his half hard dick, but Lyney slapped his big hands away and took Wriothesley’s cock between his smaller hands. 

His cock wasn't even half its usual size, but Lyney knew what to do. He lifted the cock with one hand and his tongue traced a warm, wet path of saliva from Wriothesley's balls to the tip. Wriothesley's legs shook and he pressed a hand against his mouth to keep from making a sound. Lyney laughed, closing his mouth around the tip and circling with his tongue. The salty taste of precum exploded in his mouth as his hand moved up and down slowly, stroking the growing length. 

“L-Lyney,” he moaned, his voice muffled behind his hand. 

“There we go,” Lyney said, pulling the cock out of his mouth with a pop and it kept up, moist and dripping. “That was fast, huh? Were you pent up? Did you miss me during these two weeks? You just wanted to fuck me, right?” He slapped the tip of Wriothesley's cock and he trembled, a deep moan leaving his mouth. 

“I- I didn't only miss f-fucking you, I-”

“You didn't? I don't believe you,” Lyney said with a shrug, his hand wrapping around Wriothesley's cock again, stroking him fast. “I think you just wanted to put this thing on my butt all these days.” 

Wriothesley shook his head, grunting and moaning, his hips circling and thrusting. Lyney smirked, oh his poor Wriothesley was so close to cum. He really was pent up, hmm? What a shame~

00:08:59

“No you can't.” Lyney stopped, his hands moving away, and Wriothesley cried, clenching his dick as trying to reach his peak, but it was useless. 

“H-Huh?! W-Why not?!”

Lyney pouted, looking at Wriothesley's cock as the tip of his finger tapped against the wet head, making it twitch. “It's frustrating right?” Lyney pressed a kiss to the tip and looked up at Wriothesley. “That's how you make me feel, Wrio. So. Frustrated.” 

Lyney stuck his tongue out and licked the salty precum before pushing the whole length into his mouth. Wriothesley was huge, but Lyney wasn't scared of it anymore, rather he was hungry. Wriothesley moaned loudly, his hands moving to grip at Lyney's hair. The magician frowned and slapped at the hands, pushing them away from him as he started to bobble his head, sucking Wriothesley. One of his hands gripped Wriothesley's thighs to keep his balance while the other started to tickle his balls.

Wriothesley gasped. “Nngh! H-Hold on! Hold ohohon! D-dohon't tickle me t-tohoo!”

He squirmed and Lyney frowned, pressing his hand against Wriothesley's hip to keep him in place. 

“L-Lyney… ah! Ah! I'm c-cumming. I'm- 

“Phaw!” 

00:09:15

“N-No, please! Le-Let me cum, please. Please!” Tears of despair fell down Wriothesley's cheeks. Oh, Lyney loved seeing him so desperate. He smiled angelically. 

“Ow, you wanted to cum, Wrio? I'm so sorry, I had no idea!” Lyney raised, placing Wriothesley's cock between his legs, making him hiss. “You really wanted to cum?” He whispered against Wriothesley's lips and he nodded desperately. “I really wanted to see you these two weeks.” 

Wriothesley whined, “I'm sorry, Lyney. I'm s-sorry- anh!” 

Lyney began to move his hips, squeezing Wriothesley's cock between his thighs. The duke moaned, his eyes crossing. Lyney smirked, his fingers flicking Wriothesley's hardened nipples over his suit. “Are you feeling well, your excellency?” Wriothesley shuddered, nodding as his breathing became erratic. He was close again. “Oh no, his excellency is going to cum, does he deserve it?” 

“Yes! Yes, please don't stop, please, I-”

00:10:03

“I am back! Are you guys reconciled?” 

Wriothesley gasped and Lyney giggled when he pressed him tightly against him, but he pulled away, leaving his cock twitching with yet another ruined orgasm. 

“What a shame, you were so close, Wriothesley,” he whispered, shrugging and winking at him before turning around. “We're ready, Sigewinne, we're good again.”

“Great! Then I'll open the door.” Lyney heard the key turning in the bolt and the padlock opening, Sigewinne's small hand closed around the knob and she turned it, trying to open it. ‘'Huh?! Why can't I open it?!” 

A wide smile appeared on Lyney's face as a hand pressed against the door, right next to his head.

“Sorry, Sigewinne,” Wriothesley said, his voice strained. “We still… need to talk.”

“Ah I see,” Sigewinne said, leaving the knob. “Then I'll let you to it then. I'll be back in another ten minutes!” 

They both heard small footsteps walking away and then the office door opening and closing. Lyney laughed softly. 

“Do you need something, Wrio?” 

00:01:01

“Yes and we have ten minutes for it.” Lyney gasped when Wriothesley pulled his shorts and underwear down, freeing his hard cock. A finger touched his butthole and he whimpered, holding onto the door. “Let's see how much you missed me, Kitten.” 

Lyney purred. “I wonder~” 

Lyney wondered if ten minutes would be enough to satisfy Wriothesley… and himself after being away for two whole weeks. Ah, make-up sex was always the best.

[twiixr4kidz]

Hii I was wondering if you could make Seven evil exes x reader and it's like their first anniversary hehe thanks!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I AM SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I HOPE U ENJOY IT ANYWAYS

matthew patel

he's been preparing for MONTHS

he wants everything to be absolutely perfect

you're gonna come home to the house being covered in rose petals and balloons

the smell of a fresh, homemade meal wafting through the halls

the sound of a hot bath being drawn, filled to the brim with the most delicious-smelling bubble bath

and matthew, with a small gift in hand

in that box may or may not be a specific piece of jewelry you'd been eyeing for like, ever :3

matthew LISTENS

lucas lee

he invites you over and hands you a fancy outfit, perfect for a night out

he tells you to take all the time you need to get ready while he does the same

once you're ready, he will not shut up about how fucking incredible he thinks you look

and then, it's time for the bougiest dinner you've ever eaten

the sky is the limit, and lucas is more than willing to pay for whatever you want

he even gets the most expensive champagne

AND DID I MENTION IT WAS A PRIVATE DINING ROOM???

todd ingram

spoiler alert, he's been writing a song about you since he first began having feelings for you

definitely sits you down beforehand to plan something, except he doesn't tell you that it's for your anniversary

he wakes you up with breakfast in bed and a fresh pitcher of your favorite flowers on your bedside table

he lets you sleep in, but not TOO late - you have a very busy day ahead, full of the most stomach-churningly sweet romantic activities ever (todd's a little bit of a cornball but in the best way possible)

roxie richter

roxie gets so excited the night before that she literally keeps you up until midnight just so she can scream "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY" and pop confetti canons that somehow?? spawned into her hands??

she does let you sleep eventually, but she wakes you up as soon as she sees fit

the entire house is fucking COVERED in the tackiest party city decorations

for breakfast? a cake. that she made. at 3am. (she didn't sleep)

she also wanted to do something fun for your anniversary... by fun i mean a nerf gun fight

plus side, if you win, you get to pick dinner!!

kyle katayanagi

at first, kyle sort of brushes off your anniversary

trust me, he cares. he cares A LOT. but he literally has no idea what to do for an anniversary so him brushing it off is his way of saying "WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO"

the day of, he'll invite you over without saying much

when you get to his house, he (nervously) greets you with some hand-picked flowers and your favorite drink

he's the kind of guy to get you one of those little gift baskets that has things like your favorite snacks, a movie, a comfy pair of pj pants, a stuffed animal, and a little giftcard

at the very bottom, tucked into the folds of the pj pants, is a letter where he expresses how lucky he is to have you in his life

ken katayanagi

ken's a big planner but a bad celebrator

similarly to his brother, he also isn't really sure about what to do for your anniversary

he's probably going to keep it on the simpler side because he doesn't want to overwhelm you

he pays attention to the things you say you like and you want, and he'll pick out a couple that he knew you really wanted

and of course, he's going to treat you to dinner because what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't??

gideon graves

i've said it once and i'll say it again, gideon LOVES to spoil you

he gives you gifts all the time, and your anniversary is no different

the gifts that he gives on your anniversary are one the more expensive side

he either makes or buys all of your favorite foods for you

AND, when you thought he already did the most, he surprises you with two tickets for a trip to a dream location of your choice, including plenty of fun activities, lots of sight seeing, and LOTS of rest n relaxation

[winterrrnight]

hi! i was wondering if you could write relationship headcanons about zach maclaren from the other zoey? 🫶😊

I just have so many zach thoughts all the time because he's literally my dream boyfriend. thank you for this request anon!! I hope you love reading this <3

dating zach maclaren

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Zach is just about the most perfect boyfriend you could ever have.

His love language is quality time. No matter what, he will always find time in his schedule to spend with you.

He comes over to your place often, mostly surprising you because you weren't expecting him, but slowly over the course of time you get used to his random pop ins.

He loves to sit down with you and just, talk. About anything. He will listen to your rants, about what you ate today, a shitty day at your university, basically anything.

And he'll be listening very carefully, not missing any detail, and if you're ranting about something which is troubling you, he'll try to help you and almost 9 out of 10 times his advice is the best one you can get.

He'll take you to dates often, and he's definitely the kind of person who'll just take you on a long drive so you both can just listen and sing to your favorite album together.

Without a thought, I believe he has a second love language too, and that is acts of service.

You're hungry? He'll whip the best meal for you in under 15 minutes.

Your car has a flat tire? He'll fix that for you right up.

You accidentally cut yourself while making some food? He'll bandage you just the next second.

His family adores you, so you are often invited at family dinners at their place, and you always love to go.

Avery, his little sister, gets attached to you quickly and looks at you like her best friend.

You and Zach are the best team basically, anywhere.

If it's family game night at his place, you know you both will win.

If it's a game night with your friends, you both are going to win, it's decided.

I've said this before, and I'll say it again, Zach loves to kiss your hands; your palms, your knuckles, the back of your hand, he'll press kisses to your skin often.

He's also the most amazing book boyfriend ever. His gifts to you are mostly books, and they are definitely the books from your 'to be read'.

Since he's a part of his university soccer team, you absolutely love to go to his matches.

He will be pretty anxious before them, but a quick pep talk from you will cheer him right up, and he'll play with all his might.

You are always wearing a jersey with his name and number on it, he gives one to you each time his team wins a match (you have so many now it's hard to keep count).

Just as his team wins a match, you cheer out so loud for him, and he's quick to run up to you and hug you so tightly.

"I'm so proud of you," you will whisper to him, and he'll just melt on the spot.

You both don't argue very often, usually settling to talk out the misunderstanding and find a solution that suits you both.

But if the quarrel doesn't seem to find it's end and just goes on, Zach knows he hates being in this position, especially when it leads to him having to sleep in a different room than yours.

But your sheets are cold and empty, and you know you need him.

You would make your way to the room he's in, and he's lying in the bed, all coiled up because he also finds your absence to be cold.

You will snuggle in next to him and press a kiss on his arm, mumbling a 'sorry' as you realise how ridiculous your argument was.

His response would be to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you in impossibly closer.

But there's one thing he can't help you with, and that is studying.

He is the worst study buddy to have. He can't sit silently, he can't focus on his work for more than 15 minutes, so what is the next obvious thing to do?

Annoy you, of course.

He's tapping your arm to tell you the worst dad jokes ever, or to just distract you.

"But, I love you so much baby!"

"Shut up Zach."

You always accompany his family to their yearly winter ski trip. You learnt how to ski with them and now you're a pro.

You always have huge snowball fights with Zach, which always end in him picking you up and dropping you both on the ground as you try to stop laughing.

You would also make a huge snowman with him, and naming him 'Burt' because he said so and you can't convince him.

To sum it up, I think of Zach Maclaren as Phil Dunphy.

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[calethescammer]

A random tcf prompt :

Basically Cale finds an odd box one day with a beautiful necklace in it. And he wears it because why not? Like he did find it in his own room. So he goes around wearing it without realising that Jour gave it to Og!cale as a parting gift. And og!cale never wore it after her death.

So this is what I wrote:

Cale strolled around his bedroom lazily, because his kids had said that he needed to walk around or he'll fall sick. Not wanting to go out and be greeted with Ron's signature tea, he decided to roam around his bed only.

Looking around, Cale realized that he never really paid attention to og!cale's room. There were a lot of fancy decorations, portraits and lavish sculptures, though most of them only served for their looks. Nevertheless, the overall contrast was well chosen and his room looked spectacularly rich, even for a noble.

At a distance, Cale caught the sight of a plain box lying on the mirror-side table. He picked it up out of curiosity and saw in it an enticing necklace with a crimson pearl in the centre, its fire matching the color of Cale's hair.

Cale's eyes twinkled in a childish joy at the treasure he found. He worn it around his neck and was amazed at how well it suited him. Humming happily, he went out to check on his kids.

Outside, he was unsurprisingly greeted by Ron's lemonade, except that Ron stood absolutely still, his face not carrying the usual benign smile and his eyes focused on Cale's neck.

Cale internally wept inside, because this shameless assassin was now aiming for his neck in broad daylight.

'This is it...my only regret was that i could not reach my slacker life.'

Cale finished his farewell speech in his mind while Ron regained his smile, and Cale almost gasped in surprise because for a moment, it seemed as if Ron was smiling genuinely, like a fond parent. But of course he still remained vicious in Cale's eyes.

Cale walked to his father's office for some work, subconsciously putting his left hand around his neck, because the shameless assassin was digging daggers into his back with that chilling stare.

'The young master never wore the necklace after that day. Did something happen for him to...?'

Meanwhile, Cale regretted leaving his bed that morning.

"Father."

Deruth immediately got up from beneath the piles of reports and his face brightened upon seeing Cale.

"Cale, have a seat-"

Cale looked up in confusion, only to see Deruth frozen up with his eyes fixated on Cale.

"Uhm, father?"

Deruth didn't reply. Not knowing what to do, Cale shifted uncomfortably in his position, when Deruth suddenly asked,

"Cale, are you okay?"

"Of course, father."

'Why would i not be fine? The last time i coughed up blood was weeks ago.'

Deruth's brows narrowed and for a second, Cale felt like his father was about to cry.

Deruth looked at his concerned son, and he felt like crying and hugging him because of how proud and sorry he felt. The necklace he was wearing was the one Jour gave to him before her death. He always wore it, and Deruth didn't realise when he had stopped doing that.

He didn't ask Cale for the reason, and he felt guilty for not even noticing it.

(Little did he know that og!cale stopped wearing it in fear of reminding his already grief-stricken father about Jour.)

Deruth looked towards Ron and only after seeing Ron nod did he sigh in relief.

'Although i do not know the reason... it's fine if my son is happy.'

He patted Cale's head, because a hug might be uncomfortable for him, and Cale just stood there, wondering what was even going on.

As he walked through the corridor, the servants and the maids all eyed him, and Cale felt oddly uncomfortable.

'I know I'm trash but isn't that too strong of a gaze?'

He felt that everyone was being extra weird since morning.

What he missed, however, were the servants' fond eyes as they looked at their young master. They remembered how he happily announced and showed everyone the necklace his mother gifted him, and how he clutched it close to his heart, even in his sleep. And how he suddenly stopped wearing it and threw it away.

Seeing him wear it now was a strange and warm feeling, and only did they notice it now how well it complemented him.

"Human, it looks really good on you!"

"That's right, nya!"

"Yeah! It really suits you, nya."

Patting their heads, Cale smiled in relief and exhaustion, as he finally got the normal reaction he so desired.

(And as a relief from og!cale angst: After finding her mother as cale!krs, he gifted her a similar kind of pendant, and relished in joy as she hung it around her neck and showed it off to everyone, much like he did before.)

[simplyalicee]

☆ Your Darling ☆

Nutcracker AU by @sketchquill

Idea: Inspired by Sketch's recent art for their Nutcracker AU! You and Wally are out in the spring fields, simply enjoying your time together with one another. As you spend more time with him, you come to the realization that just perhaps, you are catching feelings for him.

Just a lighthearted, happy indulging fanfic <33 Warning for insane amounts of fluff and love!!

I know nothing about the Nutcracker, but enjoy!!

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Somewhere out there laid a beautiful piece of land that had yet to be touched by civilization. There was perfect weather; it's not too hot, not too cold, just right. There was a gentle breeze that would occasionally flow by, but even then, it felt nice and refreshing. No wonder why the spring fairies here adored this part of the world. You could even say it was perfect. No- it was perfect. But what made it even better, however, was having your friend accompany you.

"It's quite beautiful out, isn't it?" Wally spoke to you, smiling as he saw that you were still admiring the view in front of you.

"Oh, absolutely. It's nothing like I've ever seen."

You took a few steps in front of you, glancing around the trees that had colorful green leaves. You had mixed feelings. It was unfortunate that you never got to see nature at its full bloom, and yet, you were thankful that parts of the world like here were left untouched. You tried not to dwell on it and instead admire what was in front of you. You felt Wally take your hand into his. You turn your attention to him, seeing his signature smile that always left you breathless.

"I just remembered, there was something I wanted to show you."

You grew curious at what Wally wanted to show you. Was it a surprise, perhaps?

"Oh? Was is it?" You asked, tilting your head. Wally shook his head.

"It's a surprise! Close your eyes..."

Oh, of course. He wants you to close your eyes. Not that you minded, of course, but it was only driving your curiosity crazy. You closed your eyes, smiling as you grew excited. Although you couldn't help but notice that his grip on your hand grew a little bit tighter. You heard his faint laughter as he took you somewhere. You kept your eyes closed, but you only wondered what could the surprise be. Perhaps it was baked goods? Oh, how delicious that would be. But you don't smell any sweets nearby. Hm.

Wally stopped in his tracks, making you stop as well. He lets go of your hand and takes a step aside.

"Alright, Y/N, you may now open your eyes."

With permission granted, you opened your eyes.

..This was possibly the best surprise you could've asked for.

What stood in front of you was an open area that was surrounded by varies types of flowers. They ranged from sunflowers to daises, all up to roses and marigold. How he knew about your interest in flowers was beyond you. How could you ever repay him for such a generous gift?

"Wally, they're beautiful... did you plant these yourself?" You asked with great curiosity as you turned your head to him. Wally shook his head and chuckled.

"No, but she did." He reached his hand out in front of him. You grew confused for a moment, but you were quick to meet a spring fairy that swooped down from the tree above. She landed on Wally's hand, smiling brightly as she took a bow.

"Why, of course it was me! Who else could plant such beautiful flowers other than I, Sally Starlet?" Sally spoke with pride. You chuckled softly as you approached Sally, being careful to not startle her with your approach. She looked up at you as she stood in Wally's palm, it seemed as if she was examining you.

"Hmm... you look awfully a lot like someone who Wally's been talking about." She blurted, which both surprised you and Wally. Your eyes widened as Wally quickly turned his head away.

"Huh? Wally has been talking about me?" How can you process something like this? Not that you were taking it the wrong way, but it definitely caught you off guard. But for some reason, your heart fluttered from her words.

"Indeed, he has! I must say, fellow stranger, you are one lucky friend." Sally beamed with happiness. She took a step forward towards you with her fluttering wings.

"I'd love to chat more, but I have other plans to attend to. Until then, I hope to see your shining smile!"

Sally flew out of Wally's hand and towards your direction. To your surprise, she flew a few circles around you, heading up as she did so. You laughed happily as some of her pixie dust stuck to your pajamas. You watched as Sally flew away to the right of you, possibly headed to grow more plants.

Once Sally left, you looked over at Wally, seeing that he was still looking away from you. You tilted your head with a bit of confusion, yet you still smiled.

"Are you alright, Wally?" You asked him in curiosity. He looks back at you. He smiled back, but you couldn't help but notice a little bit of color on his cheeks.

"Fine as I'll ever be, Y/N. I was just in deep thought is all."

You both stared at each other for a moment. You wanted to say something, but there was just something about him. You didn't know what it was, but you couldn't look away. You both just gazed at each other, staring into each other's eyes. You felt your heart flutter, the heat forming on your face was quickly becoming noticeable. Wally placed a hand on his cheek as he gazed at you. He let out a content sigh as his smile grew. Your heart couldn't stay still, what was happening? You never felt this way before. It felt strange yet familiar.

Familiar because this wasn't the first time you felt this way for him, but strange because it is something you never felt for anyone else but him.

The longer you stared, the more flustered you became. After a few moments, you turned your head from Wally and chuckled nervously.

"I, uhm..." You tried to speak, but you were left a stuttering mess. You heard Wally laugh a bit, he took your hand into his and held it. Stop it, heart, stay still. But it disobeyed, leaving you with a fluttering heart and a sense of... comfort.

"The flowers weren't your only surprise," Wally told you.

"Wait, what?" Your eyes widened a bit. You felt the grasp he had on your hand tighten a little bit, making your face heat up a bit more.

Wally took a deep breath as he took a small step closer to you.

"I would like to dance with you, Y/N," he spoke with an excited tone.

You didn't know how to quite process it. You wanted to dance with him, you really did. But you were unsure. You have never danced before.

"Wally, wait. I don't know how to dance," You responded with a small frown.

"That's okay, I will teach you!" Wally smiled brightly at you.

You were still unsure, but that smile... You couldn't bring yourself to reject such an offer. With a sigh, you smiled nervously and nodded. Wally giggled happily, he was quite overjoyed to be dancing with you!

"Alright, we'll take it slow. Just follow my lead, Y/N." He spoke softly.

Wally let go of your hand and gently turned you around. After turning you around, he gently took both your hands and raised your arms up. You glanced over at him, locking eye contact with him again. Wally smiled softly at you.

"You're doing wonderful so far," he said happily to you. Oh, how nervous but excited you were. Wally lifted one arm up. You stood on your toes, slowly lifting one of your legs up.

"I think I get it, now," you whispered to yourself. As if on cue, Wally twirled you around slowly. You twirled for a short moment, giggling with joy. You placed your raised leg down and stopped twirling, now being side to side to him with his hand on your upper waist. You extended your right arm out for him, to which he took your hand softly. He extended his arm out, keeping your hand held. You had your other hand on his shoulder. You weren't as nervous as you were before, but now that nervous feeling was replaced with the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. Wally had a huge smile curled up on his face as he lead the slow dance. The both of you slowly spun each other around.

As you both danced, you couldn't help but look into his eyes. Wally laughed softly, being so happy that he was dancing with you.

"Awh, Y/N, you have no idea how much this means to me!" Wally sounded like he was geniunely happy to be given the opportunity to dance with you. Seeing his smile, hearing his joy, it made you feel more butterflies.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Stutters again, when will they ever go away? It was okay, however. Wally understood, he wasn't judging. He was just happy to spend time with you. The way he held onto you, being so caring and gentle. The dance lasted for a few more minutes before you both parted. Despite being unsure earlier, you were glad to be able to have this dance with Wally.

"Thank you for the dance, Wally," You spoke.

"Not a problem, Y/N. I am always happy to teach you!"

You couldn't help but smile, the fuzzy feeling only escalating. Your heart fluttered, your face flushed, you couldn't help but feel like this. You and Wally end up gazing into each other's eyes once more, the obvious tension in the air that you were oblivious to. You watched as his face turned brighter in color, was he blushing? You thought it was adorable to witness.

"Did you, uhm... enjoy the dance, Y/N?" Wally looked away, asking in a nervous tone.

"I did, actually. It was very... very nice." You replied, chuckling softly.

It was at that moment that you realized that maybe, just maybe, you liked Wally more than just as a friend. Had you been that oblivious, or were you just too shy to admit it? Probably both. And unfortunately, it became awkward between the two of you. You weren't sure why, but-

"Y/N, there is something I have been meaning to tell you," Wally spoke quickly, you could hear him taking a deep breath.

"I think I have something to tell you, too, actually," You responded, becoming more flushed. Were you wanting to confess just after a moment of realizing your crush on Wally? Yes, absolutely.

Wally looked back at you, a bit stunned by your response. He smiled softly, evident that he was nervous, but wished to hear you first.

"Go on, Y/N. What is it that you want to tell me?" Wally took a small step forward to you, which made you more flustered.

"O-Oh, uhm... Well, it's kind of hard to find the right words..." You stammered, looking away for a moment. You were so nervous to admit your feelings.

"It's okay, Y/N. Please, take your time," He spoke gently, taking your hand into his to comfort you. You looked back at Wally with a flustered look. He saw your expression, thinking he might've made you uncomfortable. He was about to let go of your hand, but you gently gripped his hand from letting go. Wally looked down at your intertwined hands, a smile curled up on his lips. He let out a gentle sigh, content with the situation.

However, you couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Wally, I really like you,"

"Y/N, I really like you,"

You... both confessed to each other. At the same time? How was that possible? You and Wally both looked at each other, eyes widened with surprise.

"Wally, what did you say...?" You asked softly, taking a step closer to him. Wally tripped over his words for a moment, but he found the courage to speak it up again.

"Y/N, I... I really like you," He spoke quietly. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't bring himself to.

You felt tears in your eyes, and your heart swelled with joy. You wanted to cry just from how happy you were. You couldn't help it, you ran up to Wally and threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. Wally was caught off guard but was quick to embrace you, cradling you in his arms.

"Y/N-"

"I love you, Wally," You whispered, hugging him tighter, but not too tight to avoid accidentally hurting him. Wally stood quiet for a moment, his eyes widened as he tried to process what you just said.

He finally said, "I love you, too, Y/N... so, so much."

You both held onto each other for what felt like hours. You didn't want to let go, but you knew at some point that you had to let go. You both enjoyed each other's embrace before slowly pulling away. You looked at Wally in the eyes, admiring him without the need to hide it. Wally's smile only grew larger. He placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently. You leaned into his touch. You felt your heart skip a beat when Wally leaned in to kiss you on the forehead.

And in return, you grinned and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Wally was caught by surprise, but closed his eyes and happily kissed you back. You both held onto each other, enjoying the moment as you kissed each other dizzy. After a few moments, you both pulled away, as flustered as you've ever been.

Then you heard his laugh. Oh, his laughter... It was like music to your ears. You couldn't help but laugh along with him. You took his hand into yours, holding it. You felt him gently squeeze your hand.

This was your special place, now. And the best part was that you had Wally by your side.

Your loving, adoring Wally Darling.

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HEHEHEHEHEHHE <333 I HOPE you all enjoy this writing I did :> Wally loves you!!

also posting this in school lol hi

[nevernonline]

Hello, I was wondering if I could make a request for Seventeen 🥺🥺, how would he react to seeing you breastfeed your baby in front of him?🫣

hiii nonnie!! of course <3 I'm sorry this took a second keke. I was nervous to make it feel right, thank you sm for the rec!!

I just did coups-hoshi for now so it's not too long if you want some more lmk &lt;3

SVT's reactions to you seeing you breastfeeding and taking care of your child in front of them:

choi seungcheol:

he would melt immediately!! ik this man would be the biggest softie seeing his two loves enjoying themselves.

I can picture him catching his s/o off guard while they're casually resting as he comes home excited to see the two of them 😭

would come over to them without even saying hello verbally just giving a small kiss on each of their heads to join them sitting adjacent and watching with his little smile.

obvi the queen kkuma would come to enjoy being with her now larger family. (she is the light of MY life)

kkuma and baby cheol matching hair clips, when tbh?? (why can I write all day abt dad cheol idk??)

yoon jeonghan:

would be amazed he met someone who actually wanted to raise his child. not because he didn't think anyone would, just because he knows it has to be hard staying home while he works.

he would tend HAND AND FOOT while they take care of the baby, they worked hard so he would be working his ass off making them both so so happy.

constantly found giggling and buying the baby the cutest little gifts and playing with their sylvanian families families together.

seeing his s/o breastfeeding would def not be a surprise to him!! he'd be so happy that they just feel comfortable sharing the entire experience with him.

hong jisoo:

im so sorry shua as a dad would make me melt fr??

i can't even imagine the matching daddy x baby fits.

he'd sing softly to the baby while his s/o breastfeeds

Joshua def would make their s/o a killer ass playlist for while they feed just so the baby can have a chill time during feeding and so!! his s/o constantly thinks about them while they're doing so if he's not present.

hover dad <3 but in the best way!! knows he's busy so any little chance he can have to spend with his family he takes.

would be so excited about their child's first trip on a plane, probably to visit la and introduce them to the "LA Vibes"

100% best dad and husband a person could want.

wen junhui:

absolutely has read so many parenting books to understand how much goes into the process so he is always informed and not asking you too many questions if you're stressed.

when he saw you breastfeeding for the first time, he'd definitely be intrigued not in a seggsy way just in a genuine curiosity type of way.

he'd be really clingy asking you if you need his help for anything, pumping, diaper changing, etc.

above and beyond dad type like his s/o wouldn't even know what hit him.

him trying to teach your newborn his name >>>

playing you and your baby sweet piano medley's while plastering his cute smile all over the room.

def would enjoy sharing baby food

NEVER leaving your side, but in a helpful way, he'd def drop everything to be by your side like the best partner ever???

kwon soonyoung:

he's the mom 100%

I can picture him just literally going mush over the fact he has a child?? like??

would be tactile as hell to you while you breastfed, just crawling in the chair behind you to wrap his arms around you and his child, he has to be a part of it ALL.

showing everyone photos and videos 24/7 of the family he created. like he's so PROUD!!

compares his and his s/o's baby photos to see who their child looks like more and even if it isn't him, finds the smallest comparison to his features and gives them a nickname from birth based on that.

maybe a clumsy father at times but in the most endearing way.

makes choreography to cool baby songs and shows them off while his s/o feeds their baby for entertainment.

sings really soft and sweet love songs over a baby monitor.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

I just thought of something funny. What about a reader that can manipulated space-time but only uses it to travel. Like he goes: I’m going to get some groceries. Then travels to Belobog despite being at Herta’s space station. I could just imagine the shock!

I would request the characters: Tingyun, Asta, Herta, and of course Natasha!

@oxyotl Coming right up! Thank you so much for requesting! :D I hope you don't mind but I'm going to assume that Reader and the HSR character already know each other for the sake of convience.

Space-Time Traveler!Reader & Their Basic Need Warping with Tingyun, Asta, Herta, and Natasha!

(Warning: May be OOC!)

Tingyun

She finds it a little adorable, actually! You could literally go to the store on the Xianzhou Luofu, or even ask her since she runs good business (therefore she can find you good deals), but you seem to have your own little method of doing things and she loves it!

She is pretty curious about your abilities, and she highly respects your decision of not using it for anything but your basic needs—whether buying merchandise may be on that list or not. Heck, before you even go on this journey—sometimes Tingyun herself asks you to get something for her.

"My lovely benefactor~ Do you mind if you can get me something to help comb through my tail?~" If you have anything that is against your wishes of what you want to do, be sure to tell her! She wants you to be comfortable around her~

Asta

Finds your powers absolutely fascinating! How are you able to cross the stars and space? And time in general? Could that mean you could catch up with stuff that could light years away? So many questions!

She is very shocked to hear that you only use your powers when you need food, clothes, maybe a snack you wanted to retry, etc. Not that she's against it—she's just completely cut off guard.

But that just makes her more curious about you! Why do you only use your powers for basic necessities? Was there a restriction you constantly face while using your powers? Of course—she'll immediately apologize if any of these questions mean offence to you, but her curiosity sometimes gets the best of her.

"What's it like travelling through the stars as you stop time? Do they still glow, or do all celestial objects in the night just stop their reactivity? Ack!—Sorry, am I crossing any boundaries?"

Asta may ask you to recommend a few things to buy, since you travel to many different worlds that vary in goods. She'll personally buy something you recommend with her own money—online, of course.

If she can't find anything that you recommend, she'll ask you to buy it for her. And don't try to be generous and gift to her—you must use her money. There is no other option.

Please, side with Arlan and make sure Asta doesn't spend her money too much on shops—

Herta

Must I say a lot? You caught the attention of this Genius Society Member, that's for sure. Her puppets are constantly going online just simply because she wants to see you in action!

She's utterly shocked and dumbfounded when she comes to realize you use your powers for such useless things! How was getting a carton of eggs so important you had to use your powers to travel and get them? With your inter-universal powers?

You truly know how to falter and short-circuit this one with your simple tasks. Herta just doesn't get it—but that doesn't mean she's against it. Sometimes, she even asks you to get things for her—though that won't stop her from asking you questions regarding your powers and she is NOT afraid to ask them, lemme tell you.

"Is there a significant difference between the dimensions of time, or does it all just feel the same to you? How do you preserve your....basic necessities through this jump through the universe?" Very scientific and big questions that really has to get your brain thinking before you answer them. Good luck.

Natasha

She's pretty calm about it, honestly. Sure, she's surprised when you do it for the first time, and she wonder why you only get basic things, but nevertheless, she doesn't judge you. You are you, after all.

Since she's an Underworld Doctor, and supplies are hard to come by, she frequently has to ask you for stuff. She does feel a tad bit guilty for constantly sending you on her errands, so be sure to reassure her!

She appreciates you a lot, since (probably) half of your runs are getting supplies for her and the patients she takes care of. Natasha, in return, makes sure that you are in peak health as possible.

"Y/N, did you have breakfast? You're not going to travel with an empty stomach, are you?" Loves taking care of you and loves how you're helpful.

She also finds your travelling habits a little silly and adorable—you, who has such powerful abilities that can make even Luka Strongarm look like a joke in the Fight Club, only using your powers for the sake of basic needs.

Safe to say, she welcomes you whole with open arms!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: DONE! Woo, this took longer than expected—apologies for that! But I hope you guys enjoyed these headcanons :D

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[pinazee]

Psy vs. Psy

I genuinely think that if they were going to bring back any psych villian, Lindsay Leikin would pose the biggest threat. She knows Shawn isn’t psychic, she has adequate motivation to target him personally, and has the skills to prove he’s a fraud and do it slyly as she is also highly skilled in deductive reasoning (she did manage to get them to the counterfeiter to begin with so she has legitimate talent). She could even orchestrate it from prison. Maybe her parole was denied again so, like, what else is she going to do? Plus, she’s kind of nuts. Faking being a psychic with the FBI is a whole other level of bold compared to a local precinct, then she met a counterfeiter and was like yes please, more crime, then killed him when he tried to run, slept with Shawn that same night, then tried to take him hostage when she got caught. Its just a shame she wasn’t a bit more charismatic or eccentric. They had her play it as a very normal girl swept into a life of crime because of a guy (probably because she was a “love interest” for Shawn) when the receipts show she was an absolute lunatic (look at her face after they found the guy she killed. This bitch is smiling).

Also, she just kinda gave up when she was caught. I wish she’d have been screaming “he’s a fraud!” as she was taken to the car or even had a heart to heart moment with Lou Diamond Phillips because she did betray him after all. Idk, i just wanted more. (But i think maybe the writers recognized this and thats how we get Declan later??)

Gus is basically siri at this point. Between the archeology, safes, online poker, the law, tennis players, space, comic books, of course pharmaceuticals, and now studies tender from all over the world- its a smaller list of what Gus doesn’t know. Gus clearly likes learning. I’m surprised he never thought of becoming a teacher or college professor, to try to pass that love of learning to the next generation. Though i guess we see he’s not that great with people surprisingly, considering he’s a successful salesman. (OH MY GOD WHAT IF THIS WHOLE TIME GUS ACTUALLY HAD LIVED UP TO HIS POTENTIAL AND BECAME AN INTERNATIONAL SPY. He knows all these things because of his job, psychs only been able to stay open because Gus can fund it from his spy job, joining psych was a good front but he was also lonely from never getting to be himself. I kid, i kid, but its a fun idea for me haha)

No fucking way shawn doesn’t know what a drill is. Henry definitely would have beat that kind of man stuff into him. The military time too. I just felt the need to point this out. its like the show itself is dissing my boy and i have to defend him lol

I love when Gus is proud and smarmy over shawns talent. Look at his face here. My boy about to prove you wrong.

And do you think Shawn is actually afraid of competition or do you think he learned at an early age from his father that he didn’t have value unless he was the best? Huh Henry, huh???(Weekend warriors “you don’t want to be a loser” comes to mind)

Henry trying some reverse psychology here. I can’t tell if its because Henry is actually concerned for Shawns safety like he said he wasn’t in the previous episode, or if he’s still taking it personally that Shawns using the gifts he “gave” him to be psychic. Probably both. We know he was really bothered by his motorcycle accident, so i wonder if he’s been kind of spiraling, and adding up all the crazy situations he’s been in. (Which, i don’t think Shawn tells him about. i think Gus calls him like a weekly report haha) I think the fact that shawns cases are becoming more dangerous he suddenly doesn’t like the idea of him being a detective, well a detective this way at least, because i think in his mind he’d be safer if he was an actual cop where he had a partner with a gun, and back up, and rules, and training. I mean we know he wouldn’t be, (look at what happens to Lassie and Juliet)

I just wanted to gif this because it’s one of my fave jokes in the episode!

Mildred to the rescue! Im not entirely sure how this worked but it did and thats what matters haha

*Appropriate reaction is appropriate*

[snowblossomreads]

It's 'Koala' Not 'Kola'

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Elliott Marston x OC (Mary Taylor)

Summary: In where Elliott surprises Mary with a visit to a petting zoo for Christmas.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): None!

A/N: BONUS TIME BONUS TIME COME ON YALL IT'S BONUS TIME! BAHWHAHA YALL THOUGHT I WAS DONE? THOUGHT I WAS FINISHED WITH RICKMAS WELL SURPRISE SURPRISE HERE I AM.

ANYWAYS. This fic is of coursed dedicated to my bestie @smilingformoney I have owed her this the moment she pointed out that I spelled koala wrong.

(Aint none of yall tell me??? bhahha JK) BUT HERE IT IS me fixing my wrongs and giving yall the gift of fic on this Christmas!! (I'm cheating and saying this fic can also go with Day 6 or Day 16 so just act like it's an extra story for those days :P)

When Elliott had inquired whether Mary would like to come with him into town on their next trip for provisions, she had no idea what he had planned for her. Unbeknownst to her, the town would host a Christmas petting zoo every December, where all sorts of animals from Australia and around the world could be found. 

People were allowed to hold or pet the more friendlier animals for a small fee, and feed them little bits of food as well. And knowing how much she loved four legged creatures, which was evident in how she diligently tended to the sheep on the ranch. Along with the few times she had befriended wild animals that stumbled onto the ranch, he thought it'd be a wonderful gift for her.  

Plus, the weather would be lovely as well, a bit on the warm side, but with the sea breeze the city was always graced with, he couldn't complain too much about it not being a white Christmas.

 Not that he had ever experienced one. 

She had of course said yes, always happy to tag along in the Outback, even if that meant they were to be deprived of the home comforts. Being who she was though, Mary looked at him with that angelic smile on her face that he was no match for before saying,

'As long as I can be near you, then it matters not if we miss the comforts of home for a few days. It is you who brings me the most comfort anyway.'

He nearly melted at her words, but instead opted to wrap his arms tightly around her and kiss her. Causing her to melt instead. 

The memory of it made him smirk as he looked down at Mary. Her face shielded just slightly from the rays of sun with a bonnet of her own making, as she napped with her head resting on his shoulder. They had been traveling for almost five days now, and the barren desert of the Outback had slowly begun to morph into civilization as they began to encounter other travelers heading toward or leaving the city.

After another evening of sleeping on the road, and then freshening up once they made it to the little inn they would be all staying at. Elliott and Mary headed out into town; arms linked together as he made sure she was always near him. Not wanting anything to happen to his sweet little lamb, as she looked all around her with excited eyes as if she had never seen the place before. 

"Oh Elliott I don't remember that shop being there last time!" Or. "May we stop by the sweets shop before we leave? I would like to bring some back to the others." Those were a few of the things she had pointed out and asked as they made their way to the surprise she had no idea he had planned for her.

"Mmm, if that's what you want little lamb we can absolutely do that," Elliott agreed easily, enjoying the smile she would give him when he acquiesced to her simple desires. 

It was the little things in life that made her smile the brightest. Not the fancy or elegant things, which even if she wanted, it wouldn't dull the shine that she had. No, but he was just so amazed that a woman like her who had been through so much, who deserved the finer things was just happy living in the middle of the desert. 

Surrounded by rough and tumble men, a barren landscape, and critters that could give a grown man a heart attack, yet she was still happy. And it brought so much joy to him thinking about it, as they finally rounded the final corner to be met with the hustle and bustle of the petting zoo's entrance. 

A line awaited them as they approached, but it wasn't too long, and he could tell Mary was already buzzing with energy as her eyes began to sparkle, when she saw the large sign at the entrance that read, 'Perth Christmas Petting Zoo' in red and green letters. The brown sign was decorated with mistletoe, holly, and all things Christmas that could survive in the Australian heat. 

"El! What is this?" Mary wondered excitedly as he led them into the line, her body practically vibrating the entire time they stood there. 

He tried to hold in the amused chuckle that he had while watching her rock on her heels and sway side to side to see how close they were to the front of the line.

"Well," he started, her attention on him now, "I know how much you love all of the creatures that got put on the Earth. Even the ones that don't deserve any."

That made her giggle.

"Everyone and everything deserves love," Mary pipped in causing him to shake his head, that little chuckle he held in coming out.

"And so well I thought I bring you out here to see some of the better looking ones. The ones that'll actually let you pet 'em and whatnot if you give 'em a snack."

"I can…I can pet them?" She asked dumbfounded. "Like the sheep on the ranch?"

"I reckon most of 'em will let you if-."

Before he had finished his sentence, he saw a blur of blond hair and the pretty blue bonnet she had been wearing before he let out a soft 'oof!' At the sudden force at which Mary had thrown herself at him. Her arms held him tight as she buried her face against his chest, which caused him to wrap her tightly in his arms as well. 

"Thank you thank you thank you!" She cried out as she went to look at him with eyes that were a bit glossy, yet she wore the brightest smile on her face that rivaled the sun that shined upon them. 

"Now now I can't have you spilling any of them tears," Elliott fussed playfully as he brought his fingers up to wipe away a stray tear from her eyelashes. "Won't be able to see any of the animals if you're crying darling."

Giving him a soft look that made his heart beat fast, Mary whispered a gentle, 

"Oh El."

Before getting on her tiptoes, to place a soft kiss on his lips. A little giggle leaving her as his mustache tickled her just slightly as he pressed her closer to him.

The wait to get into the petting zoo wasn't too long considering how long the line had been. And once they had gotten in, they were met with open land with some areas being fenced off with low wooden beams so some of the more audacious animals couldn't jump out while being fed.

From goats that tried to chew on Mary's dress causing Elliott to shoo them away while she laughed and tugged at the article of clothing, to peacocks who seemed uninterested in most of the guests until Elliott showed up. When they reached the birds' pen, their tail feathers immediately unfolded and began to rattle, revealing bright neon patterns as they slowly stalked up to him.  

Mary was in awe of the colors while Elliott's eyes narrowed at the strange bird. Unsure if they were a danger, and wanting to quickly leave as they began to draw near the edge of the fence.

When he learned from the keeper that the fluttering of the tail feathers while they were unfolded meant they found him attractive enough to be their mate, Elliott had turned a shade red that had Mary doubling over in laughter as he spluttered. 

"The peacocks have good taste El that's all that means!" She gasped between fits of laughter that had him frowning, before he quickly grabbed her sides causing her to shriek louder. It drew attention from the other zoo goers who Elliott glared at, his eyes telling them to mind their business as he held his wriggling love.

After taking a short break to have some drinks and snacks, they were back at it again as Mary was keen to see a certain animal that Elliott would compare her to sometimes. So, when they found a keeper outside of a stall she went up to them, gaining their attention with a polite greeting before asking.

"Excuse me, where are your kolas?" 

The man gave Mary a strange stare as if she was speaking another language and when Elliott saw this, his own eyes narrowed a bit as he stalked up to them

"Kolas? I don't believe I've ever heard of an animal with that name miss," the keeper replied, a confused tone in his voice. "You, sure you're not thinking of something else?"

"Oh…well I-." 

"Of course she does!" Elliott announced confidently as he came to Mary's side, his large hand on the small of her back as she looked up at him with thankful eyes.  "They're native to Australia the kolas and I've seen them here before and read up all about them."

This only seemed to confuse the man even more as he looked at them both puzzled and Elliott felt his annoyance grow. 

"Sir I can assure you I've been doing this for twenty years, and I've studied animals in this region for longer. But I haven't heard of anything called a kola," the man replied in earnest.  "What do they look like? Maybe it'll ring a bell."

Huffing, and doing his best to not insult the man as he didn't want to upset Mary by getting them kicked out for verbal abuse, explain he did.

"You know the small, grey bears that are always up in the trees eating leaves and sleeping. The babies cling on to their parents as well."

As Elliott explained, the man nodded, eyes narrowing as he listened, thinking and thinking, until suddenly his eyes lit up with understanding.

"OH!" The man suddenly shouted, causing the couple to jump a little in surprise at the outbursts. "You mean the koala bears?"

It was Elliott's turn to be confused. 

"The what?" 

"Yeah! Small little things with a big head and furry ears," the man gestured as if he was drawing the thing. "They got them big black noses and move slow!"

"Yes! The kola bear! See you do know what they are!"

Shaking his head, the keeper let out a loud booming laugh. "No sir I don't know no kola and never met one before," he explained, and Elliott had never wanted to shoot someone so much before.  "But I do know koalas though! They are right down this lane." The keeper pointed out before, turning his attention to Mary and tipping his hat. "My apologies ma'am." 

She returned the gesture with a dip of her head and an accepting smile before the man took his leave. But not before he threw Elliott an amused look and shook his head. Oh yes, he wanted to shoot this man. Seeing how annoyed he looked, Mary could only shake her head, as she wrapped her arms around his to gain his attention.

"Come on El let's go see them." Mary prompted, tilting her head in the direction they were told to go. And how could he say no to her?

As it so happened to be, the man was correct. The tiny bears were indeed called koalas and not kolas as Elliott had thought. The look of embarrassment that flashed across his face when the female keeper asked Mary if she would like to hold a koala, not kola, was evident, but the feeling melted away immediately when he watched the small bear cuddle in her arms when she held it

It nuzzled its very large head against her chest, and the joy in her eyes was indescribable as she looked down at the small animal with awe while it made its home in her arms. 

"Mama look at the koala!" A passing child pointed out to their parent loudly. "It's so cute!"

"It sure is," Elliott murmured in agreement, as Mary looked up at him. His eyes alight as their gazes met and she felt herself become even warmer than before. 

His eyes told her everything as she held the koala gently, and she felt a stirring in her chest as she looked back down at the animal that seemed calm as it enjoyed being held. 

A tiny smile made its onto her lips as she began to stroke the small animal's back as if soothing it. Just like one would soothe a little child. 

The sweet sight had Elliott's heart stirring. Stirring at the thought that maybe one day, she would be holding their child like that. Comforting the little one, whether it be because they were scared or just because they wanted to be in their mother's arms. 

Yes, one day. And from the look she gave him, one day may be sooner than later.

A/N: And that's truly a wrap now! I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays 🎄��🎄🎄🐨🐨

[manicpixiefelix]

Felix volunteering as a Christmas elf in a mall or Christmas village and omg, him in his costume is so adorable and he's having so much fun in the way only a filthy rich trust fund kid can. There's a huge line of girls who just want to talk to him

okay but this is fantastic as someone who's worked as a santa's elf myself, i can picture this so well

because Felix makes it absolutely magical for the kids, always fully committed to the bit, treating them like absolute royalty and matching their excited energy to meet Santa. there's a line of girls for felix, yes, but there's also countless mothers who see this wonderful young man interacting with their kids and they suddenly feel like a teenager with a crush for the five minutes they get to interact with him.

there's a few different people who play santa throughout the week and Felix get to know them all. they're fond of his enthusiasm and he comes to love how many of them do this despite the low pay because it's worth it to make the children happy.

felix spending down time on a slow day sitting down like a little kid on the christmas set, listening to the santas tell stories about their favourite moments from the past few years since they'd started dressing as santa. he's so caught up in the magic of it all.

that being said, there's a few other elves that he works with and while they're all kind, not all of them can or want to match his energy. he also gets the nickname Buddy from the 2003 movie Elf, where Will Ferrell plays a human 'elf' who is much taller than all the actual elves. you get the idea. he also gets called this (at first jokingly) by quite a few of the people who come to meet Santa for the exact same reason. he's a very tall elf. i love him.

the other elves will always push felix towards the nervous or bratty children, as he's kind of magic at getting them settled.

while the other elves he works with quickly become immune to his nonsense and most of his charms, the one that sometimes catches people off guard is whenever he offers to hold babies of often frantic mothers, who usually have quite a few children to try and get settled in with Santa.

please im begging you, picture felix in an elf outfit, gently cradling and rocking a crying child, smiling so warmly down at the little baby in his arms, softly cooing 'it's alright, you're going to be such a perfect little angel for santa, aren't you?" and being so pleased when the baby stops crying and babbling at him. the mother is both surprised and relieved, and felix just shrugs like it's the easiest thing in the world, telling her it's no trouble at all.

however the minute someone mentions that he's going to be a good dad, he gets this panicked look that alarms his coworkers. they never bring that idea up again. (he's like 18 of course he panics lol)

felix being both flattered and horrified by his groupies, since most of them are teenage girls who try and flirt with him using christmas-themed pick up lines and he's never had to deal with being hit on at work before but It's Not Fun. yes the other elves find his predicament endlessly funny, but they do also cover for him without question when he gets too uncomfortable and needs to hide around the back of the set. they can, will, and have called security on his behalf and they will do it again.

it's for this reason that their team especially grows to be very close and quite good friends over the season. a lot of the older elves, or even just those who have been doing it a few years and may have some similar experiences (though usually not as frequent or as intense as felix's) become very protective over him. they get drinks together, and exchange little christmas gifts at the end of the season. felix is very excited to get all of his coworkers gifts, he picks them out all special and personalised on his day off. when he puts effort in, i genuinely believe felix could be a fantastic gift giver.... however i also believe he doesn't get invested often enough in the idea of given presents for that to be much of a known fact about him. in fact, i think his family believes he's terrible at giving gifts. anyways.

just...... christmas elf!felix being so enamoured by the magic of it all, even in the middle of a busy shopping mall. he so would be.

[sidesteppostinghours]

so uh. hi. this was supposed to be a short fic for christmas that could be done in a day. it, in fact, was the longest fic ive worked on in the shortest span of time. im gonna post this on ao3 tomorrow, but because i play favourites, have nearly 5k words of cecilia being an absolute menace to all the ros, 2 days before new years lmfao

It's Christmas, which means Cecilia has to get gifts. Predictably, this is much easier to do when you're a wealthy, telepathic villain.

When Daniel sees Anathema dropping off to his rooftop, he nearly swears. He grabs his phone, guiltily explains to his friends that he might be late to their dinner, then flies out the door before he can wonder if it's a trap. In the chill of the December night, Anathema waits casually, greeting him with a waggle of her fingers when he arrives. She's holding what he recognizes to be a canvas wrapped in festive red cloth. Did she steal a painting? Why?

"Awful cold out here without a coat," she says, the cheerful tone coming through even with the voice modulators. "Wanna borrow my cape?"

He ignores her geniality, instead fixing her with a hard glare. "What do you want, Anathema?"

"Touchy, touchy," she tuts, clasping her cape back on. "It's the season of giving, so I thought it would be nice to give you a gift." Daniel can't see her smile through the mask, but he can imagine the grin when she says, "You know, to repay all the good you did for me this year."

"You're one to talk," he mutters not bothering to hide his bitterness.

"I'm serious," she insists, propping up the canvas and gesturing at it with a flourish. "I know we have our differences, Danny, but I really did want to treat you tonight."

"I don't want anything you have to give." His voice is harsher than he meant it to be, but he can't bring himself to care. It still hurts, the way she uses his nickname so casually. She acts as if nothing happened between them, while Daniel still has to turn off the news everytime her name comes up.

He's waiting for Anthema's reply, but after a beat of silence, he realizes it might not be coming. Was she... hurt by that?

"Well, you're free to reject it if you want," she says, the chipper tone a little too forced. She sighs theatrically. "And after all the trouble I went through to get it."

"What... is it, anyway?" he asks hesitantly, hating the fact he's actually curious. Anthema straightens, her usual bouncy energy coming back, and Daniel regrets asking.

"Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but since you asked so nicely," she drawls. "It's some painting of a little known artist I came across. Honestly, I don't even remember the name. I think it was..." She taps her chin. "Mmm, Norma Lee, or something like that?"

He stares at her.

"Hmm, you haven't heard of her?"

He can barely collect his words enough to gasp out, "I can't accept this!" Then, he remembers that she's a villain and frantically adds, "Cecilia, return it now."

"Sorry, Danny boy, no can do. I have plans tonight– I can't deal with all that headache." She spreads her hands, the painting wobbles, and Daniel can feel his blood pressure spike. He's already instinctively clutching onto the tacky Santa wrapping, trying to slow his beating heart.

"Tell you what," she hums, "I'll give you the reciept, and you can return it in your own time. Sounds good?" She doesn't wait for his reply, pulling out a crumpled paper from seemingly nowhere. Daniel's hands are shaking, and he can't tell if it's from the shock or the cold.

"Did you actually pay for this?" He turns it over, desperately looking for any sign it was fake, finding nothing. Anathema laughs at him, the sound clear and crisp.

"Of course I did. You think I don't know you well enough to realize you would give it back immediately if I didn't?"

Daniel makes a sound between a hack and a wheeze. Did she actually expect him to keep this?

"You're not going to?" She cocks her head, stance relaxed as she keeps both hands behind her back.

"I..." He looks between her. The reciept. The painting. He can't keep this. He can't.

He groans, burying his face into his hand, crumpling the receipt further. He's going to, isn't he? She claps his shoulder, and he looks back up to glare at her.

"Have fun on your dinner! Tell your friends I said hi, okay?" Once again, she doesn't bother to wait for his response, and it's not like he was going to give her one anyway. She just walks off, not stopping when she reaches the ledge, and drops. For the second time tonight, there's a visceral spike of terror, and Daniel flies to the edge, frantically searching for Anathema.

She swings down, grappling hook caught on the roof of another building, and when she touches ground– which in this case is the roof of a lower building– she rolls, detracts the grappling hook, turns back to him and salutes. He huffs in frustration, hoping she can feel it from where she's standing. Not that he bothers to check. He turns back to the painting and groans. He is going to be so late to dinner.

–––

Chen inspects the package in front of him, debating throwing it out. It's a simple one. A box, wrapped in christmas-tree patterned wrapping. On it, there is a yellow sticky note. It reads:

To: Chen

From: Your Secret Santa ;)

PS: Tell Spoon Merry Christmas or I'm blowing up HQ.

He knows who it is from, of course. If the message below hadn't tipped him off, the handwriting would've. Cecilia hasn't bothered to mask it, which makes sense. Ever since it was revealed she was Anathema, she's hidden from them less and less, to the point where it's clear she's taunting them about it. Ricardo and Daniel, unfortunately, are falling for it. He's unsure about Argent or how much she knows, but since Anathema was already flirting with her before Cecilia, he supposes there's not much of a difference.

Spoon has come up to the table, sniffing at the package with interest. Chen pets him to stave off the excitement, contemplating his options. The threat is a joke, but it's concerning how Cecilia was able to get his address. It's also a testament to her telepathy or her armor that he hadn't spotted any trace of her when she rang the doorbell to deliver his package. In either case, her abilities alongside being able to dig information on the Rangers at will is a dangerous combination.

The package has been sitting with him for the past five minutes now, which at least proves it isn't a timed device. He can't be sure of the risk involved with it, though. Would Cecilia take this opportunity to set a trap? It doesn't sound like her, but while painful to admit, he has been wrong about her before. Is he willing to take a bet on a woman he could never understand?

He sighs, hand hovering above the present. Slowly, tentatively, he tears away the wrapping. As he does, Spoon's excitement grows, to the point where he stands pawing at the gift Chen unwraps.

He looks inside.

It's... sweaters.

He tugs one out and groans. It's clear these aren't meant for him. 'ANATHEMA' is printed out in bold letters, her visage swooshing her cape at Chen. A glance inside the box confirms that there are others, this time with each of the Rangers. All of them are, of course, dog sweaters.

Spoon keeps licking at the box, and Chen finally pulls out the last of the gift– a smaller box full of dog food. Fancy beef and very, very expensive, if the tag on the side is anything to go by.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. He should've known. This is hardly a surprise; it is exactly something Cecilia would do. Spoon is licking his hand, so he takes one of the packets out, heading to the bowl, Spoon padding behind him happily.

"Merry Christmas, boy," Chen mutters, as Spoon enjoys his gift.

–––

Argent brings her bonnet closer to her ears, tugging her scarf down as she speaks.

"I'm supposed to be taking you in by now, you know."

She spotted Cecilia on her walk home from the bakery. If Argent hadn't noticed the mix of blonde and grey peeking out from underneath the hood, she would've walked right past her. It's not everyday Cecilia Rider dresses in such drab clothing, after all. She's only wearing a grey hoodie over a simple shirt and pants, making her look like just another delivery girl serving last-minute shoppers on Christmas day. Her cane doesn't even have stickers on them, which is equal parts surprising and disappointing.

Cecilia tugs her cap down, raising an eyebrow at her. She fails badly at trying to keep a straight face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just here to make a delivery. For..." She pulls out a slim gift from her bag, pretending to squint at the letters. "Mrs. Angela Smith?"

Argent rolls her eyes, punching her shoulder.

"Hey!" Cecilia rubs at it, pouting. "Fine, I see how it is. Maybe you don't deserve a gift."

"Too late," Argent smirks, snatching it out of her hand when she moves to put it back.

"Damnit- hey, give it back!"

Argent holds it over her head and out of reach. As if that would stop Cecilia. She pulls Argent in and swipes for the present, nearly toppling the both of them over. Argent has to dig her heel into the ground to regain balance, Cecilia still on top of her trying to make a grab for it, and stuff it in her bakery bag in a single move. Victorious with her prize, she grins and finally pushes Cecilia off her.

"I can't believe you stole from me. On Christmas!" The look on her face is slandered enough to make Argent snort.

"That was supposed to be my gift. Technically speaking, you stole from me." She takes out a biscuit from her bag, chomping down on it. "What are you doing here, anyway? The project isn't finished until next month. Don't tell me you came here just to give me a gift?"

"Alas, it's true," she sighs, leaning on her cane dramatically. "I am but a humble woman doing my civic duty of giving to those in need." Her cheeks are rosy red when she smiles, highlighting the glint in her eyes.

"Hm." Argent takes out another biscuit, swallowing it in one go. "It's getting cold. does this humble woman accept her payment in apartment dates?" The idea of spending Christmas with somebody after so many years makes her mouth twitch a little, but who knows? It could be good for the both of them. Cecilia frowns at her, lips thin and pursed. Not upset, more... surprised. As if that wasn't a thought that even crossed her mind until Argent brought it up.

Looks like Argent's not the only one used to spending the holidays alone.

"I'd love to," she says, voice so wistful that Argent's almost surprised when she continues. "But I gotta run. I'm already late."

Argent shrugs. "Your loss." A thought occurs to her, and she narrows her eyes. "Wait. You're not going to make your plans my problem, are you?"

"Wanna find out?" The grin is wide enough to be a challenge.

"God, no," Argent groans. "Hurry up and go, I don't want to know."

"Coward," she teases, already walking off. When she reaches directly beside Argent, though, she hesitates. "We'll meet up later, okay?" Her voice is low in a way the two of them only share about the project, but this time tinged with a quiet longing. "I need to see what you think of my gift."

"As if I'd let you run away without giving you my thoughts," she bites back, voice equally soft. She pushes Cecilia away, not hiding the smile on her lips. "Go finish whatever evil scheme you've planned so I can kick your ass about it."

"Yes Ma'am." One more flash of a smile, a salute, and she leaves. Argent waits for her to disappear fully before trekking up to her apartment.

It feels too big for one person, the way it always does during the holidays. She sighs, dropping her coat off on the couch before flopping on it herself. She doesn't see the point in waiting– she sets her bag down, takes out the gift, and starts ripping the elf wrapping to shreds. It's not like she's getting any other presents tonight, afterall.

She stares at the gift, still with stray pieces of wrapping clinging to the edges. It's a movie, like she predicted. What she hadn't predicted was the ridiculous elf on the cover, a man and a woman on each shoulder. The title "The Shelf Elf" is emblazoned in almost unreadably curly font, and the slogan reads, "What do you do when you need to look after somebody on Christmas?"

"That little shit," she gasps, her voice too soft for it to be an insult. She talked about this movie to Cecilia before, how it ruined Christmas for her family because Argent would play with the elf on the shelf without fail every year after seeing it. She hasn't watched it in years– they stopped making copies, and for obvious reasons, she couldn't keep it once she left home. Did Cecilia steal it? Buy it? She doesn't want to think about either case. It leaves her feeling too sappy, and she's unexpectedly grateful Cecilia isn't here. If she picked up on that, the teasing would be insufferable.

"Fine, then," she mutters, taking out the tape and popping it in the TV before sinking back down onto the couch as the movie starts.

For once, she might actually enjoy this evening.

–––

Anathema is late. That should've been strike number one.

When she does arrive, she greets him with a flourish and joviality, then heads off, presumably, to enjoy the rest of the party. However, while Dr. Mortum was in the middle of conversation with a few guests, she failed to announce her presence as she snuck up behind him, scaring him half to death when she placed a hand on his shoulder. It was only a matter of luck that he didn't spill his drink. That should've been strike number two.

Mortum looks into his glass, silently wishing it held champagne. It was a safety measure not to include alcohol in the menu, drunk villains would be a disaster, but he firmly believes it would make dealing with the woman next to him much easier. As it is, the fizz of his soda will have to do.

"Mon amie, what exactly did you call me here for?" he asks, looking behind her to make sure nobody tries to enter the room she pulled him in. It still feels awkward to use that name for her– 'Ma cherie' had settled into his mouth quite nicely over the years he's known Ace. The damage of their relationship may have been repairing, but the smallest discrepancies tend to be glaring.

"I came to apologise," she says. It's impossible to tell her tone with the dissonance of the vocal distorters.

"Over...?" He circles a hand for her to continue. There are quite a few things Cecilia has to be sorry for, though to her credit, she has put in the work for most of them.

"Being late to the party, of course." She cocks her head to the side. "And for nearly spilling your drink."

"It's fine," he sighs. "Please just warn me next time. When you're going to be late and when you're going to pull me aside," he adds as an afterthought.

"It's not," she insists with an unusual heat that comes through despite the modulators. "I had a few appointments to take care of, but that's no excuse. So..." She reaches into one of the compartments in the side of her armor– he's still proud of that addition, and the fact she finds use in it– and pulls out a singular box, wrapped in a decorative ice skating pattern. "I got you this."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "Presents aren't allowed, Anathema, you know that." Another precautionary measure. Villains can be... touchy about what gifts they get, and prone to jealousy. He silently debates whether this should be her third strike.

"Good thing this isn't one. I told you, it's an apology." She holds it out.

"One might even call it an apology gift." He makes no move to take it.

"Consider it a bribe, then. For your continued good will."

"And if I choose not to accept?"

"Then I'll have to try harder."

Mortum pinches the bridge of his nose. That has the tone of a challenge, and if there is one thing he's come to learn about Cecilia, it's that she can never back down from one. A part of him wonders how far he can take it before she gives up, which is a silly thought, because she simply won't stop. He's forced to admit that it would be easier to everybody involved– including the rest of his guests– to take the bribe.

"Fine," he sighs, taking it out of her hands and stuffing it into his trouser's pockets.

"You're not going to open it yet?" While he can't be entirely sure, he's almost certain she's not happy about that.

"If we're considering this a bribe, then I'd prefer to be discreet about it," he explains, a thin smile playing on his lips. If he knows Cecilia, and he would like to think he does by now, she'd be dying to know his reaction to her gift, and Mortum is much, much more patient than she is.

"I can be discreet!" she complains, gesturing to the room. "I took you in here for a reason, didn't I?"

"And I appreciate that, but I like to go the extra mile." His teeth flash white, and Cecilia sighs.

"Nobody has any appreciation for gift givers anymore," she laments.

"You have a whole party ahead of you. That's more than enough appreciation, don't you think?"

"I wish." She steps a foot back and looks around, the cue that the conversation is over. "The party is lovely, but I have other matters to attend to tonight. Have some drinks for me, okay?"

"We don't serve alcohol here," he points out.

"Another reason I have to go, then. Who hosts a party without any alcohol?"

Without bothering to wait for his answer, she saunters off to the door. Just as she leaves, she turns to him, adds, "Oh, and Peak is starting a fight in the kitchen," and closes the door behind her. It takes him a moment to process what she said, but when he does, he's left desperately scrambling out of the room.

The party was mostly successful, aside from the brief scuffle between Peak and Chronos Claw. Peak had been handled appropriately, by which Mortum means he kicked them to the curb with a suitable warning for next time. He's finished cleaning most of the trash; the decorations he can deal with tomorrow. Mortum pours himself a well-deserved glass of wine and sighs contentedly, taking a seat at the dining table. As he does, though, something digs into his leg. Frowning, he takes out the offending object.

It's Cecilia's gift– in the bustle of the party, he'd forgotten about it completely. He purses his lips together, contemplating it, before giving in and unwrapping it cleanly. The box inside is a plain white, giving nothing of its contents away. Part of him is tempted to shake it for hints. The other part of him argues that if this is fragile, he could be left with no gift. The debate holds for roughly half a second before he reluctantly opens it without clues, adjusting his glasses to get a proper look inside.

It's a simple gold watch, chic and sleek. He takes it out, inspecting it, before noticing the small, almost unnoticable latch on the bottom of the watch-face. Intriguing. Suspicious. If this is a prank, Cecilia is officially banned from any future parties, and potentially his lab.

Against his better judgement, he flips it. A small holographic screen lights up, painting his arm in blue, and his eyes skim through the words.

He can feel himself smile. Oh, this is a fun, fun toy.

He recognizes it now: a compact EMP ray, capable of targetting and killing certain electronics. He turns the watch over again, and, ah, there it is– a button, just under the watches' crown. That should be the button to fire it. He'd considered getting one for himself before, or perhaps even making one, but he never had the time or reason to. Not to mention, in his lab, a stray fire could be disasterous. Now that he has it, though, it'd be much easier to deal with the more technologically advanced threats. Perhaps even clients, if some prove to be too risky. It's a wonder how Cecilia got this. Or why she felt the need to gift him it in the first place.

Mortum cringes, rubbing his eyes. He's been avoiding that line of thought since the party: the fact that Cecilia only went to it in the first place because of him. It was invite-only– did she feel obligated to come? To make up for everything that had happened between them?

'Consider it a bribe, then. For your continued goodwill.'

How much of that had been a lie?

He sighs to himself. Deeply. He supposes he can overlook Cecilia's strikes. For now.

–––

Ricardo dumps the marshmallows into his steaming mug of hot chocolate. Looks like he's spending Christmas alone this year. He's gotten too busy to take the drive to visit Mama at the Ranch. He thought about crashing at Chen's, but decided against it. He's not in a real holiday mood this year. A bitter thought that this could've been the first Christmas he's spent with Ceci since she came back worms its way into his brain, but he squashes it. He heads out of the kitchen, pauses at the fridge, then pulls out a bottle of bourbon. He's probably gonna need it tonight.

He heads for the living room, trying to decide if he'll get a book or not. Maybe the TV instead, he's not feeling like-

Movement?

He swivels to the couch. Somebody's there. Sitting on the armrest, kicking their feet, and...

He blinks.

"Cecilia?"

She looks up from staring at her own legs, waving at him.

"Hey."

Ricardo doesn't think. He carefully sets the mug and the beer on the table, turns back to her, and lets sparks fly.

"Wait, wait!"

She raises both hands up, abandoning the cane she's been twiddling with. She's a damn lucky bastard he didn't actually try tasing her. He's caught halfway between his punch, narrowing his eyes. He doesn't know why he let her speak– maybe instinct. Shouldn't have given her the opportunity, she'd take that as an invitation, and she loves the sound of her own voice.

"What are you doing here?" His voice is hard. He hasn't moved an inch, his fists are still raised, daring her to speak. She takes a deep breath.

"Have dinner with me?"

He has to pause to make sure he heard her right, staring at her incredulously. No, that was stupid to do. Of course he heard her right. Who else would have the audacity?

"Seriously?" He asks anyway. He's pretty sure he's in a fever dream.

She lowers her hands, but continues tapping them on her legs. "It's Christmas. I left my armor at home. I promise I won't try anything." She looks physically pained when she adds, "Please?"

There are a million questions swirling through his head right now. Where has she been? What does she want with him? Why now? Too many thoughts at once, so he does what he always does and blurts out the first one that comes to his mind.

"How did you get into my house without your armor?"

Ceci's smile is small, but it has some of the same mirth as her usual ones.

"Villain secrets. Sorry, Ric. Maybe up security a little if you wanna keep me out." There should've been a wink at the end of the sentence, but she continues fidgeting with her skirt, her cane, her fingernails. Anything she can get her hands on. He sighs, straightening himself up again and dragging a hand over his face.

"Give me one good reason I should have dinner with you instead of throwing you out right now." He glares at her, keeping his voice unyielding.

She's quiet for a second, the plastic bag on his couch he didn't originally notice rustling as she pulls out a bottle. "I brought beer?"

"I have bourbon," he says deadpan, gesturing to the table.

"...And gifts?"

Ricardo raises an eyebrow at her. "Paid?"

"Hey, I tried." She spreads her hands, irritated, voice stronger than it's been all night. "The seller tried to scam me out of it. That is not my fault. He got exactly what he had coming to him."

Ricardo holds his glare for one second. Two. Three, and he sighs again, deeply. "Soy un maldito idiota... fine, but you're helping me with the food."

She lights up in equal parts shock and delight, and he feel himself regretting this already. She swings off the couch in one smooth move, taking her cane and plastic bag with her.

"You got anymore of that hot chocolate?"

"Are you going to spike it?" Ricardo picks up his mug and bourbon, heading back to the kitchen. He can hear Ceci following behind him.

"Well, duh," she says, like he knew she would, setting her bag down at the counter. "But..."

"But?"

She takes out a single box wrapped with reindeer print and hands it to him. He frowns at her.

"We're not saving it till after dinner?"

"Just open it, jackass."

He shrugs. He's not going to deny himself a gift– some would say he's got a soft spot for them. He's not gonna deny that either. He takes it, ripping the wrapping, enjoying the feeling as it tears. The box that greets him is white, with a generous helping of teal and black. There's a bold heading and a picture at the front that...

"You're kidding," he says, hands working to open the box before he even finishes his sentence. There's no way Cecilia would do something like that.

Yet there it is– a goofy Sidestep mug, identical to the one sitting cracked on his shelf.

"They still make these?" It's the only thing he can say right now. His hands are settled on the counter, not touching it.

"No. I had to track down some asshole collector for it." She pulls out her own box as she talks, revealing a matching Charge mug in all its glory. She looks so pleased with herself it's hard to buy her annoyance about getting the mugs.

"Did you get that from your seller too?"

She snorts. "No, and he's lucky I didn't. I could get this one from the official store, it's just too overpriced." She holds up her mug in cheers.

"You don't even have the hot chocolate for them yet," he points out, but he's smiling. She lowers it, raising an expectant eyebrow at him.

"Then hop to it, Sparkles."

"You said you were helping!"

"I said I was helping with the food. I didn't specify how I would be helping." She does a sweeping gesture with her arm and a bow. "Consider me your moral support for tonight."

There's a mix of grumbles and curses before Ricardo reluctantly accepts his fate and gets the pot, while she sits on the counter beside him chatting about nothing and everything. When her cocoa is done– generously spiked with bourbon and beer– they clink their mugs together, Ceci with the widest, most honest smile he's seen in weeks.

"Hey Sparkles?"

"Mm?"

"Merry Christmas."

He can't help the small smile worming its way onto his lips.

"You too, Ceci."

[truebluehue]

Seven

Beginnings

Glossary:

Eyktanay: General; one step below leader.

Turns out, it isn’t hard to learn more about you.

Once Jake and Neytiri realize they not only were both interested in you, they never expected their children to be the one to give them more details about you.

“Y/N taught us more plants today!” Tuk yells out excitedly.

“Y/N gave me a few tips on hunting.” Neteyam says after a solo training session.

“She knows a lot about healing. I never thought to use yana bark to make the sting less.” Kiri says, coming back from training with Mo’at.

“Y/N? Yeah she helped me and Spider- Do absolutely nothing. I’m gonna go tend to my ikran.” Lo’ak rushes out after seeing his father over Kiri’s shoulder.

But it wasn’t just their children. Even fellow clansmen have only high praise of you. You don't mind helping with the younger ones in their training, you frequently help Mo’at with visiting the elderly, and you are a well known skilled huntsman. There is nothing but praise.

But that raises a new problem.

How do they get close to you?

Despite the small help in getting to know more about you through their children, there are clearly some things missing. More specifically, things like what are you looking for in a mate. So Jake and Neytiri observed, and it just made them fall even more with you. Especially the little things. Like the way you get up each morning to help the elderly with smaller chores. Who apparently have seen him and Neytiri looking.

“You and Jake are looking for a third.” Mo’at doesn’t bother to look at Neytiri with her statement.

“We are.” Neytiri doesn’t bother to share exactly who they are planning to court.

Mo’at huffs. This has been a game the two have played since Neytiri was young. “She enjoys nature more than hunting. You would want to be on the good side of her mother, even Eytukan preferred that than to be on the end of her bow. Be sure to make what you want clear from the start. Y/N hates having her time wasted.” Neytiri isn’t surprised by her mother’s meddling or the fact that she knows who Jake and her want to court, she’s more surprised at the steadfast approval.

“You do not think we are too old?” Neytiri asks with squinted eyes.

“I'm sure even you noticed I am considerably younger than your father. Besides, you are more hunter than Tsahik, and Jake is more protective rather than combative. She can balance you both.” Mo’at snorts and grins. “Have you even started a courting gift?”

“We have. Though we have no clue if she would like it.”

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“Timun, just go for it.” You roll your eyes in exasperation. “What's the worst he can say?”

“No.” Timun says blankly, once again staring at Ayekxo. “Are you sure you heard correctly? I mean, he didn’t really ask about me in that way, right? Maybe he just wanted to know more about you?”

“Timun, his back may be gorgeous but he is not my type. We both know this.” You sigh, turning him by the shoulders to face you. “Listen, you got this. He wants you and you want him. Now stop being a skxawng  and gho get you man. You know what, I'll make it easier for you. Hey, Ayekxo!” Timun’s eyes widen as you beckon his crush over. He clutches your arm.

“If you weren’t my best friend I would kill you.” He whispers.

“I'd like to see you try.” You shoot a sharp smirk his way before greeting Ayekxo with a more friendly one. “Hey my friend Timun was wondering if there is more space in your hunting party?”

“Of course. Sadly my other members had other priorities. Are you fine if it's just me and you?” Ayekxo asks Timun, you notice the lovesick glint in his eye.

“Yes! I mean of course. That's no problem.” Timun rambles before turning to you. But you're already gone, on your way to do your own hunting. That sly ikran dung. Timun thinks with a shake of his head. 

Walking back into your kelku, you spot your mother standing there with an excited grin.

“Ma’ite! You have a courting gift!” She says, visably shaking in excitement.

“Mawey. At least let me look!” You say with a rush. Your mother thrusts a garment at you. At first glance, you can see it was made with excellent craftsmanship, but then you look at the details. It was a beautiful top with a blue lining that matches your skin, but it was what was in the center that made your breath hitch. It held two feathers. One from the Oltekan chest piece and the other from a well known huntress.

No wonder your mother was excited.

“These feathers-” You began breathlessly as your mother cut you off.

“Are the feathers of the Oletykan and Tskarem! Oh, ma’ite!” She shouts in glee. You can do nothing but just stand in awe. But then the doubts begin to creep in. 

Why me?

"It is a beautiful piece. But this is Toruk Makto and Palulukan Makto. What could they want with me?" You say confused.

Your other comes next to you, rubbing a soothing hand along your shoulders. She understands you ore than you realize. "Y/n. When I met your father he was eyktanay and I was just a simple gatherer. But you wanna know why we were able to fit? We decided rank meant nothing when it comes to finding the one person who will understand even the darkest part of yourself." She smiles softly before taking your hands in to hers. "Besides your like your mother. You never back down from a challenge."

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Hi. Hello. Hey. As you all know I had major writer's block. I decided to post this regardless of how short it is because it kinda went to a different direction in my drafts. I am really stuck at the moment so please, if you have any thoughts, share them with me. Sorry its so short. This is my first time writing more than a one shot.

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

Down on The Farm.

Krillin didn't find himself often taking cases outside of his jurisdiction but this one just so happened to be involved in a farm located not far from where Goku stayed and lived with his family. So the journey via flying and his hover cycle wasn't too bad, especially after he swung by to say hi to Chichi, which of course involved a nice hot and heavy quickie blowing her back out. Hey the woman had needs and an itch to scratch and given how often her husband was out and about training for weeks to months on end, how could Krillin not do her a regular solid? It wasn't that different from the peculiar little friends with benefits deal he had going on with Bulma, made the former monk wonder how bad Saiyan women had it when it came to the males of their species.

But that particular train of thought was on pause while in another universe a certain female saiyan pair sneezed when Krillin had arrived at his destination. The owner of this modest farm home was a Bovine woman by the name of Holly who according to the calls reported by her had been having issues with a stalker on her campus, to which the cow girl sowed him the evidence to prove it after greeting and welcoming him into her home. There on her table laid an assortment of gifts and love confessions, clearly unwanted and judging by the harsh words on the more semi recent items, had begun to turn violent. Threats of harm, harsh crude language such as “To the world’s loveliest corpse”, “go to hell, whore!!” and many such notable statements and declarations of one sided obsessive love turned to murderous hate at perceived slight of rejection made it clear the poor woman was understandably frightened and in need of protection.

So given the severity of the situation, the compact fighting officer stuck around for a few days and nights, waiting for the creep to make a move which was guaranteed if he perceived Krillin as some rival in the way of his obsession. About week or so later one evening the sleaze-ball made his move as he attempted to break in while Holly had been having a shower, suffice to say given the gap in terms of skill alone Krillin had? He never stood a chance and didn’t know what hit him as the short king made swift work of subduing him, right down to a few shots to the crotch that ensured the dirtbag would be useless to a woman and never so much as her an erection ever again. It was hard to tell what shocked and surprised Holly more when she came to see what the commotion was, finding Krillin having captured and outright emasculated if not borderline castrated her stalker or the look on the shortround cop's face at the fact she was still wet and naked from her shower and wearing little more than a loose bathrobe..which barely struggled to contain her fine physical assets..

After that awkwardness had passed and the proper calls to the authorities were made, Mr.Soon to be spending the rest of his life dickless and ballless as a prison bitch stalker was arrested and taken away, followed by a round of questions and statements per procedure of course. Krillin figured it was about the right time for him and Holly to part and go their ways but of course the dairy farmer cow absolutely and sweetly insisted she couldn't just let him go yet. At least not without a proper reward as thanks for being such a hero and all for her sake, and really how could he not pass up such a cute and pretty face. It was too damn adorable.

So there he found himself sitting comfy at her cosy kitchen table as she was busy preparing who knows what, doing his best to be polite and not ogle her backside. 18 was seriously such a bad influence on him, probably more of a perv than Master Roshi which was saying something and it didn't help Holly had on a simple white tanktop and denim jeans, the latter of which really highlighted her hips and thighs while struggling to contain that dumptruck ass of hers. Mercifully she was done preparing whatever it was as she made her way to the table and served up what seemed to be a bowl of ice cream, the Neapolitan treat radiating with a chill and looking delicious. Looking back and forth between the bowl and her face with its beaming smile before he decided to dig in as he picked up his spoon and began to dig in.

Krillin:*Soon as he took his first few bites, it was felt like there was a party in his mouth and everyone was invited, flavours dazzling his tastebuds.* “Hey this is pretty good….”*Feeling tempted to just scarf it all down but not wanting to risk the brain freeze. It was better than most store bought brands by miles, that’s for sure. Holly beaming with a smile as bright as the sun e with some pride.*

Holly:”Aww thanks honey, I was hoping you’d enjoy it. Made itself fresh myself here at home…..”*Her smile suddenly turning alluring and seductive much to his puzzlement. His confusion shifting to steady growing realisation as the bovine leaned his way, her massive udders bouncing inches from his face.*”and I’d just looooooooove to give you some more if you’d like….”*Krillin couldn’t help but blush as it became clear what way Holly wanted to show how thankful she was. His eyes treacherous as they ogled those tanktop bound titties just calling for attention as his loins felt the familiar rush of blood pumping and flowing to it.*

Really need the cow woman just made it impossible to say no so it was small wonder it all lead to this, groaning as he sat in the chair clasping hands with Holly while she performed paizuri. Her upper torso naked as her tanktop laid discarded on the floor, kneeling on the floor and sensually smiling as she had his manhood sandwiched between her massive milktanks. His hips thrusting between the soft furry flesh as she hummed and moaned sensually feeling it twitch and pulse, giving the tip the occasional lick and kiss whenever it came near her lips. There was no doubt she liked what she saw and she knew the feeling was mutual for him when it came to her soft, plump tittles so warm and loaded with her delicious milk.

Holly:”Mmm I knew a sweetheart like you would b packing but damn you’re more hung than a bronco. Now this is what I call a hero’s dick…what say I try some of your milk as well?”*The bovine beaut teased playfully, praising his endowment as she continued giving his cock a titfuck, milk spraying and leaking from her nips as it as it soaked and coated his length and girth for some extra lubrication. Glowing hearts of lust in her eyes becoming brighter as she soon found Krillin grasping her horns and proceed to pump his hips like a piston, the sudden deepthroating facefuck as her noble knight in shining armour embraced his base instincts in accepting the cowgirl’s generous reward. Inches of hips shaft making sure she experienced this oral preview of what was waiting for her pussy, those balls smacking her chin as her cameltoe gushing snd soaked through her denim jeans.*

it was no small wonder that Krillin’s reward escalated into a full on pornographic rut, Holly’s kitchen echoing wit the sounds of skin slapping on furry skin. The bovine babe’s face an raw ahegao as she was on the cool tiled floor on her hands and knees, gasping and moaning as Krillin jackhammered her from behind. Her milktank tits bouncing and swaying as her ass clapped those cheeks with every impact of those big balls smacking her clit. The compact stud grunting as he grasped her horns, Holly moaning at such casual assertion of dominance from her chivalrous sex machine.

Holly loved every single m second of it as minute passed into hours, wanting to ensure Krillin made the most of his reward as they went from the kitchen then to the living room and of course the bedroom. Not to mention the bathroom where they made sweet, passionate primal rut under a nice hot steamy shower and of course a variety of positions, the bovine beauty especially making sure he came inside her whenever he busted a nut. And for good measure insisted he suckle on her tits, after all nothing boosted energy like some warm nutritious milk fresh from the source itself. The short king and the hot single cow continuing at it even when the sun had set and they laid together in the afterglow in a tangle of limbs and messy, wet bed sheets.

Holly and Krillin parted ways the next morning, after a quickie of course for the road and leaving him her contact details with a wink and a smile. Making the former monk turned officer blush particularly when a few days after, she’d text him nude selfies, 18 looking over his shoulder and humming in approval as his hit smoking wife wondered when she might get to meet the cowgirl. Who had also quite generously sent them a gift crate of a box filled with a dozen tubs of her fresh, home made ice cream. Which 18 had to say was pretty delicious and made her want to try and taste the source of such goodness, making her man blush as it was damn well clear what she was implying.

Holly of course was already counting down the days until she wanted to see her hero once again, as she browsed a website for some lingerie. Humming sensually as she came across the Capsule Cocks website and what they had on offer in their range of products for hot, lonely women especially those in the single life. Sensually licking her lips as she came across their Warrior Monk line, her brain going wild with ideas and fantasies. Idly rubbing her stomach imaging her womb growing with life born from her hero’s seed…..

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The Curse is broken

When you made the ranks like he had, it was no wonder Krillin found himself on cases that went out of his jurisdiction, case in point having been sent to the small seemingly modest suburban town of Coxville by his boss to examine something...off, to say the very least about it. In particular, local campus Coxville High to look into allegations of inappropriate behaviour between students and teachers. Somehow he found himself joined by 18, who offered to come as backup, Something that his boss only agreed to when 18 beat her in an arm wrestling match so here there they were passing themselves off as a new couple set to move into town as they started their investigation with a visit to Principal’s office playing up a cover story about 18 needing a job and Krillin being there for moral support.

The man himself one Mr.Long, who as obviously eye humping 18 (like he seriously thought he was so smooth and slick about it, about as subtle as a sledgehammer on a cinder block), wanted to speak with her alone so Krillin got out of the office to wait and bumps into a pair of women who it just so happened were on their way to see Principal Long themselves. Introductions were in order as he would come to know the blonde and brunette duo respectively as Jenny Summer and Ivana Swallows, the gym teacher and nurse respectively as He pulls them aside as he informs them Mr.Long is busy with his wife and so they talked to pass the time, getting to know each other. Jenny and Ivana of course couldn’t help but feel bad for Krillin to be honest, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and now given how Mr.Long was, no doubt he was unknowingly, supposedly, getting NTR’d by the horny bastard, Coxville was harsh on out of towners like that. So sharing a secret look and some manner of silent telepathic conversation, Jenny and Ivana both agreed an decided to do he little guy a favour and give him a pity blowjob, confusing him as they gently but firmly grabbed him and pulled him with them towards Ivana’s office.

Puzzlement turned to shock and surprise as the blonde and brunette bimbo duo ambushed him with sudden breathtaking, sloppy kisses first in turn before finding himself in a three way make out session. Tongues dancing together as they swapped spit while Jenny and Ivana moved him to sit in the edge of the medical bed, their hands caressing his arms and torso, hums of approval at finding he was quite built for a short guy before they sunk to their knee on the floor. Hands grasping the waistbands of his pants, boxers included as they pulled them down only to gasp. Eyes wide and jaws dropped at the sight of what he was packing with genuine shock, mentally questioning reality and wondering they were awake or not.

But soon as they grasped it in their hands and began to stroke it, breathing in it’s potent masculine scent, it was was clear this was real and not some dream they were having. Finding themselves falling in love with the guy as they began to assault his length and girth with licks and kisses. A tandem fellatio coating his cock in their saliva as they sucked and blew on it, plunging away on his shaft with thirsty deepthroating as hears of lust glowed in their eyes. Memories and experience of prior encounters being put rightfully to shame as they felt their panties soaking and their thighs becoming sticky with their flowing arousal.

Meanwhile 18 was watching via Long's secret cameras, having found the hidden monitor system while a few feet away from her, the principal was sporting a broken nose and unconscious on the floor with his dick out. What he was packing was impressive if you were a basic bimbo of certain tastes but she was no such woman and certainly not about to get on her knees, especially considering he had talked to her like she was some kind of one track mind slut who would cheat on her husband. Giving him a few kicks and stomps for good measure of course before she resumed her viewing pleasure, sensually licking and biting her lips at seeing her short king work his natural subconscious charm on the gym teacher and nurse. The blonde and brunette now naked and practically making out with that cock between their dicksucking lips, that is when they weren’t taking turns having Krillin buck and thrust his hips to give them a facefuck as they deepthroated his shaft with growing lusty abandon.

Much to their delight, they found it took much effort to make the compact stud cum and ooh how they relished the taste of his jizz but to see that he hasn’t yet gone soft and limp? Their arousal somehow skyrocketed higher as they felt their pussies gush and quiver with the desire, the need to mate and breed with this short king as they wasted no time in playing on those urges. Jenny of course couldn’t help but pout adorably at Ivana having the first round of one on one, having won a quick round of Rock Paper Scissors yet she was biting her lip sensually all the same. Fingering herself shamelessly as she watched Ivana ride Krillin cowgirl style, slit gushing as she awaited her turn to impale her snatch on that length and girth.

Ivana:”Ooooh fuuuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck me fuck me hard You gift from God!! Fuck me like you own me!! I’m your slut, your whore!! Ruin me for other men!!” *Just a few of the obscene remarks that flew from the Nurse’s dick sucking lips, face an expression that could be called bitch in heat as she bounced on Krillin’s cock. Eyes glowing and burning with lust as her tits bounced an her ass jiggled, gasping whenever he’d grab and squeeze the former and spank the latter, making out with him with such sloppy kisses that put the heavy petting she did in her teens seem tame. Her body burning with the rowing need to make this stud flood her womb with his seed before she gasped and suddenly found herself in a mating press, orgasming from such assertion of dominance from such a nice little guy. To think she was originally just looking to give him a pity blowjob!!*

Jenny:”Aahn! Right there daddy!! Don’t stop! Knock me up!! Slap my ass, I’m all yours!!”*The blonde bimbo was no better, arms and legs wrarpoed around Krillin’s compact yet sculpted Adonis frame as he had his arms hooked around her lucious thighs. Moaning as her short king caveman made her bounce and ride on his cock as Ivana loooked on as she laid on the medical bed, playing with herself as she recovered her energy. Looking on as Jenny’s bubble butt jiggled and clapped wholle her tits smothered Krillin’s face in their warm embrace. The floor gaining a growing puddle of her juices raining and dribbling as those heavy balls smacked her netherlips’ outer rim.*

Ultimately, 18 decided to join them as she got turned on from her little voyeurism show, leaving the comatose principal be as she invited into the Nurse’s office, a sensual predatory smile on her face at the surprise on the blonde and brunette’s faces as they were in the middle of another double team blowjob to tune him up. Confusion gave way to lust of course as Krillin soon found himself receiving a three woman set of lips and tongues on his cock and balls, as his wife and two new sexy lady friends kissed, licked and sucked on his equipment. Before proceeding to commence with the primal fucking once more with a variety of two to three on one from grasping 18’s blonde mane of hair as he facefucked her while Ivana ate her out to fucking the nurse doggy style as she laid atop and made out with Jenny. To having Jenn ride him in reverse cowgirl style as 18 kissed and made out with her while she scissored Ivana, even for the horny duo and the levels of horniness in Coxville, this was intense.

So much so that Jenny and Ivana found more shocks and surprises to their delight as this shortstack sex god actually fucked them to exhaustion!! Blissful fucked stupid smiles on their faces as they laid on the soaked bed, pussies overflowing with creampies as they watched 18 in the throes of passion with her husband, showing why she could never cheat on him when he could give it to her like this on a regular basis, the lucky girl. Sweet dream of their nice guy filling their fantasies as the horny duo soon finished up, leaving the pair decent and draped in fresh blankets. All the while finishing up the job they came here to do, suffice to say Principal Long was screwed and not in the best way he’d have liked.

The fallout was immediate as headlines o scandal rocked the news about the deviant behaviour that had gripped Coxville high, like many skeletons in the closet were finally being let out in the open. Long and ore than a few other teachers finding themselves neck deep in hot water and would do so for a good while as the status quo of Coxville seemed to find itself rocked. Later on after a few days resting from that peculiar investigation Krillin in approached by Roshi's sister Baba, the fortune teller explaining that she had felt a powerful old curse break. She said that apparently it was an old curse on the town of Coxville that would send the women of the town into fits of powerful lust, enough so that they would cheat on lovers and spouses alike akin to some porno.

Yet Krillin, with his actions and his nature of being such a genuinely nice guy, not to mention a hell of a lover, had unknowingly broken them free of this curse, much to his puzzlement. In the meantime, Jenny and Ivana had spread stories of their encounter with what they called a sex god among men and soon, the Housewives and other girls of Coxville were on the hunt for this certain short stack stud. After all part of the reason the curse often took effect was a majority of them had very disappointing, lacking boyfriends and husbands. If they were going to be sluts snd whores, why not for a real hunk of an alpha male?

Many were the tales and secrets of Coxville but for the women of this stranger, erotic town? Nothing was more mind blowing tha an a real proper good fuck from a real man. A man that could plow Jenny Summers and Ivana Swallows into an erotic coma? That was a man they had to have tap their asses and make them his bitches….

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Fox on the Silver Screen!!

 Never let it be said that when it came to coming through for productions on her studio, Zigzag didn't deliver. After all how many could say they managed to get the one and only Auntie Vixen to pull from retirement for a special and dare she hoped, not a one off, performance for the latest work in progress for Double Z's ever constantly updated library catalogue? It had certainly helped that publicity was looking good for this fine little flick thanks to dedicated, loyal fans spreading via word of mouth once the rumours got out. Why wouldn't they, this was only Auntie Vixen, a veteran star of the adult film entertainment industry whose mature vibe and looks was off and contrasted yet at the same time complimented by a stoic, old fashioned sort of view when it came to matters regarding sexual relations.

what’s more so was this would the first time she’d ever done a human male on furry woman scene with Zigzag’s newest rising star, a peculiar fellow by the stage name Don Juan Sanchez or Krillin as we know him. Who upon meeting him for the first time, Vixen had to say she was somewhat unimpressed finding him rather below average in terms of qualities and traits like looks and height. It made the veteran wonder if Zigzag was losing her touch in scouting for talent but she suppose even the best slipped up every now and then, besides which she needed the money not to mention get that old itch scratched which was surprising given she thought it had long since faded. So as they say beggars couldn’t be choosers as we come to the set where they began conducting the shoot for production, the film crew all in place as quickened held save omly for the dialogue.

The film is a classic, a period piece concept, taking place years ago with Krillin playing the part of the villain, taking advantage of a lonely woman for sex, even wearing an old timey villain moustache. Vixen of course was to be his helpless vixen, a widow just barely getting by on rent and left with little choice but to cater to whims of this sleazy yet roguishly charming scoundrel as Zigzag looked on from her director’s chair with rapt attention as she’d been looking forward to this, the first of many scripted sex scenes between Krillin and Vixen. After the necessary back and forth of dialogue wherein the Soundrel coaxed and seduces the willow that he could be convinced and persuaded to accept an alternative to money, the compact stud proceeding to plant a liplock on the literal silver fox as the rookie and veteran began to make out. The Siberian tiger-skunk sensually licking her lips as she could hear Vixen begin to pant and moan, gasps of shock and awe escaping her muzzle as she experienced the depth of Krillin’s kissing skills with their tongues dancing together in growing ecstasy.

Vixen on the other hand was shocked and amazed at the sensations she was feeling right now just from this level of second base foreplay, her toes curling and spine tingling and to think Krillin was the cause of it. The fox doing her best to maintain the mood of the scene, after all she was the reluctant widow struggling not to give into the scoundrel seducing her but ironically it was adding to the vibe as he coaxed deep throated moans from her as his hands explored and touched her mature body. Her long dormant itch being renewed from becoming reacquainted with the intimate nature of being touched sexually by a man as she found herself becoming lost in her own little world, forgetting that there was anyone else here but the two of them. Just her and this quite gifted runt of a man who was setting her nerves ablaze with just his mouth and hands as piece after piece of her clothing was removed and discarded, to think he hadn't even gotten to the lewder stuff yet and he was getting her off with just heavy petting.

But ooh soon as he had her laying on the kitchen counter, she found herself moaning like a sensual son bird while he ate her out. His quite gifted and skilled tongue plunging away into her moist folds as her nerves were once more set ablaze with bliss and ecstasy all the while the cameras made sure to get the best shots and angles Especially her facial expressions. But ooh soon as she heard the sound of his fly’s zipper being undone, she couldn’t help but a sneak a glance and gasp, how could he fit something like that into his pants? The tip poking and prodding against her slit as she shuddered, biting her lip to prevent herself from sounding like a wanton whore which only helped to the vibe of the scene being filmed.

Oh but that was pretty much became mission impossible soon as he penetrated her, inch after inch of length and girth sinking deep into her pussy. The softcore nature of the piece meant that the more lewd details aren’t being captured like the connection of their loins, those would b saved for later as this was about setting the vibe and mood for her character’s downfall and corruption at the hands of this scoundrel Don Juan. But that was the furthest thing from Vixen’s mind right now as her brain was too busy drowning in pleasure as Krillin slowly and deeply pumped and thrust his cock into her, the tip hitting her womb of all places, it was so unreal!! She wasn’t a size queen by any means but she had been with her share of endowed partners and they were all being put shame as any doubts she had about Krillin were being proven wonderfully wrong.

Deep passionate moans filled the cottage scenery as the foxy lady felt orgasms rock her mature frame, her facial expressions a far cry from her usual composed demeanour. She simply couldn't help herself, how could she maintain any poise when you had a slab of meat like this hitting not just your G spot but the whole damn alphabet!! Her cries of passion rather melodic as they were erotic before she felt a major climax rock ever frame, cumming so hard thst she found herself squirting!! Now that she knew was something she had never done before, hell she didn’t think she capable of something like that!!

Yet it happened and had been caught on camera for all to see on future stream and dvd/Blu-ray release as well as witness by the filming crew but of course she was too lost in the ecstasy. Krillin prolonging her orgasm with deep impactful thrusts even as his pelvis became soaked with her nectar, grunting and shuddering as he pulled out and let loose with his own orgasm. Cock erupting as it sprayed and showered her hazelnut brown and snow white fur with his jizz. Vixen laying there panting in a blissful haze before Zigzag called them back to reality with a call of “CUT!!”, reminding the silver fox jsut what had caused her to become so immersed in pleasure moments before.

After the filming wrapped up for a brief intermission for the next scene, she couldn’t help but pout as she felt her loins continue to burn with desire. Thinking how could she wait when she hasn’t even felt that quite talented compact sex machine cum inside her and they still had a few scenes to do together?! Soon as she saw the now decent shirtless baldy, Vixen reached out and grabbed him to take him back to her dressing room, wanting him to show her what he can really do while claiming to the film crew that they were just running lines together. Some of the girls among the production floor had sly smiles knowing exactly wha she really meant by that, every girl always ran that bit with “Don Jua Sanchez”.

Soon as they were inside and she locked the door, she pounded on him and made out with a passion she never thought herself capable of, not even back in those tricky hormonal teen years!! Krillin of course more than willing and able to oblige her as they were soon naked, the sensual silver fox naked and her hair free from its immaculate bun as he had her pinned up against the wall a he fucked once again. Deep throated moans and howls pouring forth from her muzzle as she had her arms and legs around him for dear life while he jackhammered away into the warm embrace of her snatch. Making the silver fox wonder if it might be time to come out retirement if it meant ensuring this project wouldnt be a one time thing between herself the regifted rookie porn star…

Meanwhile, Zigzag was in her office on her phone, going through some of her old contacts from Slappy Squirrel and more sending them images and videos to show what their potential future costar could do. After all nothing helped establish your rookies’ potential like putting them up there with some veteran pros and chances were her little “Don Juan Sanchez” was going to have a line going around the block, twice!! She was even looking into any more potential Human men and women with that level of skill and potential, the fur on skin demographic was money!! A business woman like herself had to cover her bases after all….

18 of course later found quite a generous deposit made into her bank account as part of her free as Krillin’s unofficial agent and “pimp” for lack of a better word. As well as an advanced copy of the completed film starring her short king hubby and Auntie Vixen which she knew was going to be some enjoyable viewing. She had to say the costume department did wonders with the Snidely Whiplash get up but still make him recognisable that it wouldn’t spoil the sex scenes. She already knew she was going to have fun watching it together with him.

To the surprise of nobody of course, Double Z studios had hit another home-run out of the park with the release of “The Fox and the Scoundrel!!”, hitting record stream views and purchases. Fans were already debating if Auntie Vixen might commence a career renaissance comeback with this work of sexual art, little knowing in fact talks were in the works for potential future projects. Krillin meanwhile found his fanbase growing exponentially if the saucy mail was anything to go by, awkward as it was for him. But it was the price of fame after all and it was going to get better, or worse from here on, that was for sure…..