#and she has a collar now that makes her face so cute and round

[qqweebird]

You have a cat named Villanelle?

yes !! named for villanelle from killing eve of course. and she is very silly. for much of her first year of life she had the physique of an inchworm (very long body with disproportionately short legs) and she makes very polite loafs

NICKNAMES: vill, nelly, milli vanilli

[quarterlifekitty]

More Silk Moth Hybrid!Reader? 👉👈

The VERY unrealistic results of the poll lol warning this has been read only by me and my crazy eyes so it’s like barely edited

König hates being put in this situation. The one day he visits base it’s insisted that he stay for a meeting by one of his superiors. A private meeting between him and some of the other high-rank officers. He grits his teeth.

You’re not allowed to accompany him. He has yet to organize any paperwork regarding your necessity at his side. This certainly lights a fire under him on that front. But in the meantime, he needs you watched. And Horangi will be at the meeting too.

Despite their apparent shared love of anonymity, König has little fondness for Ghost. They certainly aren’t friends, though he’ll readily admit to the man’s competence in the field.

“I require a favor, if you are agreeable, lieutenant.” His dark gaze lands on the Austrian before drifting down when there a flutter in his peripheral.

“I’m assumin’ it’s got somethin’ to do with… that, yeah?” He tilts his head to gesture to where you stand, holding König’s wrist and keeping a cheek pressed to the back of his gloved hand.

“Correct.”

It’s not hard for Ghost to intuit what’s being asked, here.

“How long?”

“Two and a half hours maximum. Likely less than 90.”

“Soap’ll be in from his drills in a bit,” he warns.

“Das ist in ordnung. I trust you can make him behave.” König lifts you from beneath your arms, tucking you to sit on his forearm while he speaks quietly.

“Geist will watch over you, seidenmotte. Sei brav, ja?” You nod, kissing his cheek through the fabric of his hood before he sets you down. He still hates this. You haven’t been away from him for more than 30 minutes since he first met you.

König gives a curt, respectful nod before he leaves, making his way towards the meeting room. He doesn’t look back, because seeing you will make him weak and unfocused— this much, he knows. He’ll find it harder to resist the urge to scoop you up and take you home.

Not ten minutes later, Soap almost squeals when he opens the door into the rec area. He sees you perched on the couch next to Simon while he taps away on his phone, squinting at something, as per usual.

“And who is this wee little thing, LT? Y’get lonely while I was out?”

———————-

It doesn’t take long at all for Johnny to get his hands all over you. You kneel on his thighs as he sits next to Simon, grinning as he ruffles through the fuzz at your collar. He’s suffering from some serious cuteness overload. Your wing flutter as he pulls you closer to plant kisses on your cheeks.

“How’re y’not beside yerself right now, Si? Just look at ‘er. What a bonnie, sweet thing. Aren’t ye, hen? That’s right,” he coos, sighing at the pleased little trill that comes out of you.

“Got plenty o’ hybrids round ‘ere, Johnny. Ain’t nothin’ new.” Dog hybrids, maybe.

“C’mon now, LT, you know this is a wee bit different….” He lets you play with his dog tags while he looks at you thoughtfully before turning to Ghost, grinning like a right devil. “Y’think she’s needy like the pups are, Si?”

—————————-

Your legs are spread on Simon’s lap while Soap’s face is between your thighs, watching with interest as your cunt swallows his finger. He presses a kiss to your clit and grins when you squeak a little.

“She can handle more,” Simon urges quietly, “she fuckin’ handles König for chrissakes.”

“You reckon she does? Do ye, bonnie?” Soap’s a bit stunned when you nod.

“Not the whole thing,” König mutters from the doorway. Soap is not proud of how not masculine the sound of surprise he makes is.

“Hold her legs. She kicks when it gets too much.”

Simon follows the advice, keeping you held by the ankles with his chin perched on your shoulder, watching Soap between her legs. Your wings flutter against his chest when Johnny latches onto you fully, sucking at your swollen little pearl and rolling it against his tongue. Ghost can feel your leg try to twitch in his grasp.

“Meine süße kleine seidenmotte…” König coos, standing behind Soap to watch you. “I trust there were no issues,” he says with polite regard to Ghost.

“She’s an angel, Colonel,” Johnny chuckles against your cunt, curling his finger enough to make you quiver.

“It’s not her behavior I was worried about, sergeant,” König admits with a quiet tiredness in his voice. Ghost can feel a shiver going up your spine, making you squirm and push your ass against his hard cock. “Cum on his mouth, liebe. Show him how sweet you are.”

Ghost has to admit, even through the mask it’s nice to rub his face into your fluff. You arch your back against him and let out another string of darling, pitchy cries as you soak Soap’s face. The sergeant spends a few moments cleaning you with his mouth before pulling away and licking his chops, stubble glistening. König makes a clicking sound with his tongue, beckoning, and you crawl off of Simon’s lap with shaky legs, leaving his cock achingly hard in your wake.

Simon’s puzzled face is hidden by his mask as he dusts the glittery scales from your wings off of his hoodie.

König grabs the hem of your sweater and pulls it up, letting your tits free. “She’ll finish what was started, if you like.”

Which is how you end up between three men towering above you. Ghost taps your cheek with his cock, smearing some pre against it before placing it at your lips to push into your mouth. Your little hand is wrapped around Soap’s length, and he’s struggling to resist thrusting against your soft palm like a teenager. König stands behind you, slightly hunched so he can cup and thumb at your tits.

You can’t take all of Ghost, but he’s pleasantly surprised at how far you get, stroking what you can’t reach with your lips.

“You trainin’ ‘er, Colonel?” he wonders aloud, stroking your cheek and staring back into your big, black eyes.

“Ja. Almost daily. She’s made quite a bit of progress… always eager to push herself. Isn’t that right, kleine siedenmotte?”

You purr around Simon’s cock in response, lathing your tongue over his shaft. Soap puts his hand on your cheek, gently pulling you away and guiding you towards himself. He can feel the watchful gaze of the Austrian titan on his hand, and he can swear he’s never been so careful in his fucking life.

“Sharin’s carin’, LT. C’mon, bonnie, be sweet on me fer a spell,” he murmurs. He groans loudly when he feels the warmth spit against his cock as you slick him up before taking him into your mouth.

Simon and Soap pass you back and forth like that, your head swimming from the taste of them. König’s hands roaming your skin don’t do anything to ease the rising tensions, sucking and moaning harder when your sensitive nipples are tugged and played with.

“Fuck, hen— want me t’paint that pretty face with my load, bonnie?”

You nod and moan with a quiet mhm, pulling your mouth away from him to stroke him off with both hands. He grunts, a deep, pleased sound coming from his chest as he grips your hair to keep you still, his cum landing against your cheeks and lips. You’re quickly tugged back to attend to Ghost as soon as he’s finished— the lieutenant’s patience clearly waning.

“You can push her a little harder. Show Geist how grateful you are for him looking after you, liebe,” König encourages, his hand finding the back of her head to guide you deeper into Simon’s cock, his tip dipping further into your throat. You gag, but keep your head still, just trying to swallow through it and breathe.

“Shit— s’a good little bird,” Ghost nearly chokes, his hips bucking. Your wings start to beat a little as you struggle to handle him, spit leaking from your lips and dripping down your chin, onto your chest. Another harsh stutter of his hips and he’s growling, a fist in your hair as he spills his load into your tight little throat. You swallow and trill, leaving his cock shiny with your saliva as you pull yourself off on him.

“Ser gut, mottechen. Always doing just as I say, ja? Ein perfekter angel,” König praises, taking you back into his arms to pick up. He pulls and smooths your sweater back into place carefully.

“I am in your debt, Lieutenant. Feel free to call upon me.” God, König hopes he fucking doesn’t. Part of why he picked Ghost for this— knows the man won’t make any interpersonal interaction into more than momentary.

“Sure he’d be right happy t’babysit for ye again, Colonel. Bring the wee thing back around here sometime, won’t ye?”

“Perhaps,” he says noncommittally. With another curt nod, he’s off. You put your chin on your titan’s shoulder, looking back at the two of them and waving goodbye. Soap feels like he’s been hit with Cupid’s arrow.

“So cute, in’t she? Oughta get somethin’ like that for m’self,” Johnny sighs, clapping his Lieutenant on the shoulder.

“I wouldn’t trust you with a cactus, Johnny.”

[dontopenfairies]

“Do you need your diaper checked?”

“No, I’m okay for now.”

“What was that, honey?”

“I said no,” he says, eyes on the jigsaw puzzle strewn out before him on the dining room table. He lifts a piece and finds its place easily.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been doing this puzzle for two hours straight and you haven’t gotten up for the bathroom at all. I know that pull-up is soaked.”

“Can you get out of my hair for five seconds?” he says, irritated. “I’m making really good progress on this.” He really is, quickly snapping together four more pieces.

“Are we really going to do this today?”

“I’m not doing anything. Except for this puzzle.” He scans what he has so far and swaps around a couple of big pieces. She watches his fingers moving quickly, sliding over the loose pieces and flipping them around, and almost gets distracted. That and the cute face he makes when he’s concentrating…She snaps out of it when he glances up, an angry crease in his forehead. “You’re breaking my concentration! Don’t you have something else to do?”

“You’re being such a brat! I can’t believe you! You’re being very, very bad!”

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all, and snapping together two more pieces. “Wow! That one almost stumped me earlier! Look!” He turns around to show it to her, excited.

“Really? You were just telling me to leave and now you want me to praise you because you’re doing a good job at your puzzle? Come on, get your butt over here. I know you need a change, bad.”

He hesitates, hands on the back of his chair.

“Come on, sweetheart, come over here like a good boy and let me check your diaper. I know you want to hear me call you a good boy.”

“No! I don’t!” He’s blushing. His eyes are looking at the puzzle but his body is still turned towards hers.

“Do you need me to manhandle you?” She comes a little closer, getting ready to lift him out of the chair. She is just a little stronger than he is and she knows this is a sore spot of his.

“No!! I’m coming over.” He stands up slowly and carefully. Oh, yeah. There’s a little round wet patch on his pants on one of his thighs. And as he walks towards her she can see where his pull-up is sagging.

She takes him to the bathroom and pulls his pants down. The pull-up is completely saturated with piss. “Jesus, baby,” she says. “You should have told me sooner.”

“Why is that my job?” he asks, rolling his eyes.

“Dude, really? Did you want me to check you by force every half-hour? You’re an adult man pissing himself on purpose and I’m changing your literal diapers, and you’re this ungrateful? Hands on your head, right now.”

He obliges immediately, knowing that he’s gone too far. She yanks the pull-up down and slaps his wet ass roughly. And again. And again, until it’s completely red and raw. He’s silent during the entire ordeal but when she turns him around and eases his hands off his head he has tears on his cheeks. It can’t be all bad, though, otherwise he wouldn’t also be sporting a huge erection.

“Aw, baby,” she says, roughing his hair and standing on tiptoe to kiss him. “It didn’t hurt that bad, did it?”

“No, mommy,” he says quietly.

“Let me wipe your eyes. Then I’m going to wipe you up down here. Does that feel better? I’m going to get you a new, clean pull-up.”

“You didn’t say it yet.”

“What was that?” She looks over her shoulder, hands in the diaper drawer.

“You said if I agreed you’d call me, um…”

Ohhh. That’s right. Wouldn’t it be fun to play dumb and make him say it? “What was that? I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey. I said I’d call you something?”

He fidgets with his collar, looking down, while she stands in front of him with the fresh pull-up. “Um, yousaidyoudcallmeagoodboy,” he says very quickly, looking away.

“Ohh, that’s right, I did. But even when you followed me into the bathroom, you still talked back to me. Are you ready to be a good boy now?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Okay,” she says. “Step into this, honey.”

“Wait…can I go poop first, please? I really need to.”

“Okay, go to the toilet. I’ll wait right here.” She crosses her arms but he looks at the toilet with a weird expression, like suspicion. “What?”

“Um, that’s going to hurt. Um, sitting down…”

“Ohh, right. Yeah, it’ll hurt. Are you gonna go?”

He starts twisting his shirt between his hands very fast. “I was wondering, if, maybe, um, just this once, I could poop in the pull-up?”

“Sweetheart…Okay, fine. You can go poop in the pull-up. Help me get it on you.” He tries to hide his excitement as she slips the pull-up up his legs and makes sure it’s snuggly on his hips. “Squat over the floor.” She points a finger down and he obeys, wrapping his arms around her legs. “Now go poop in your pull-up.”

His face scrunches and she hears a crackling sound from the diaper. “Umf,” he groans.

“Are you finished?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Stand up. I want to see the damage so far.” The pull-up has a huge lump in the back and is wet from where he involuntarily pissed himself while pushing. She wraps a hand around the lump and shakes it a little. “That’s not a very big log,” she says.

“There’s definitely more,” he says. “I really need to go.”

“Can you finish standing up?”

He nods and braces himself on the counter, and then she watches as his pull-up expands to its limit, a huge, hefty log pushing against it. Holy fuck, that’s hot, she thinks to herself as he groans again.

“I’m all down now,” he says.

“Good boy,” she says, wrapping her arms around him and ruffling his hair again. “Come on back to your puzzle. I’m going to put a stack of towels down on your chair so you can keep working for a little while without worrying about leaks, because there’s no way I’m changing you again so soon. Besides, that’ll feel better than sitting on the hard chair right after a spanking.”

“What!! You expect me to sit in a—“

“At-tat-tat,” she says, shaking a finger.

“Sorry. Thank you for changing me, mommy. And thank you for letting me go number two in my pull-up.”

“Good boy. Let’s go back to the table.”

[lace-coffin]

Slasher kinks headcanons

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Minors DNI

Slashers x gender neutral! reader

Trigger warnings : consensual non consent (cnc), blood, degradation/humiliation, kidnapping? (Only for Asa)

Kinks: general rough sex, bdsm dynamics, daddy/mommy kink, humiliation/degradation, knife play, primal/prey & predator play, praise, sex whilst ovulating/on period, medical play, topping from the bottom, anal, face fucking, face slapping, spanking/punishment, breeding, knotting, hucow kink, phone sex, the list goes on

did anyone request this? No. Am I going to make u all look at it bc I’m a horndog? Absolutely

I will be writing a top/bottom section for every slasher! No gentials will be mentioned for reader (hole is used to be neutral) but strap/cock will be used in relation to the reader topping.

Michael will also have an extra t4t section for my friend bc there isn’t enough t4t Michael < 3

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas isn’t super experienced in sex before he meets you, infact you’re his first partner. Obviously he knows some of the ins and outs (pun intended) from his own teenage curiosity and hormones. He also might have stolen Atleast one of Hoyt’s porno magazines before now.

Tommy would become more confident in taking the lead once he knows what you like a little more, then he’d be ok trying other positions and bottoming sometimes. Stuff in the beginning might be pretty slow and steady but after you’ve been together a while it can get a lot more intense.

Definitely has a breeding kink, has a dream of having a big family with you and raising them on the farm to continue the Hewitt name. Something about seeing his seed leak from your abused and puffy hole makes him want to breed it into you harder. Tell him you want him to make you a mommy/daddy/parent (even if it’s not biologically possible) and you’ll be manhandled into a mating press until he feels he’s filled you up enough for it to take.

In the same way it makes him feel so pretty and desirable if you tell him your going fuck a baby into him, he doesn’t care if it’s not technically possible, tell him your going to knock him up and keep him round with your seed, he’ll be moaning around your cock/strap like a slut. Push your fingers into his mouth to give him something to keep quiet on : )

Hucow kink! Loves it whether he’s the one submitting or dominating! Let him lead you around the barn with a cute cowbell collar and cow ears on! Loves to include chest play, no matter what gender (or lack there of) your chest he loves grope it, abusing your nipples until they’re swollen/hard and sensitive, don’t worry though, he’ll be more than happy to lave over them to lessen the sting. If your a good little heifer he’ll shove you face first onto a hay bale, pounding you until your hole is gaping and cum is leaking from it into the rough hay <3

If Tommy is being submissive in this situation he’s super eager to please! Tie him up and Milk his cock over and over until he’s actively squirming away from your hand and groaning in overstimulation. He’s a good boy though and knows his place so he won’t break the binds even if it would be easier for him than most people. Humiliate him and make him moo/beg for your cock/strap! Fuck him whilst using his horns as a grip.

Bubba sawyer

Like Tommy bubba is also inexperienced, raised under Drayton’s view that it’s “sex or the saw”. Due to this Bubba viewed sex as a betrayal of his family, being told it was only there to distract you from what’s important. Please be patient with her and reframe her view of sex, let her know she’s not dirty or immoral for having needs and desires.

Once they know more and gain more experience they’re super eager to impress! Litterally goes down on you like it’s their job. You might have to tap out after a few orgasms because he could drink you down for hours. He’ll leave you shaking and leaky and just look up at you with a happy smile on their cum smeared face.

He loves praise and to know that she’s doing a good job, tell them that they make you feel so good in a way no one else can. Don’t be afraid to get a little more rough with your language however, he loves when you compliment how his cock stretches you just right or how he’s made to take your strap/cock. It feels so taboo for them and makes them squirm.

Absolutely loves it if you use feminine names for her in bed. Doll/baby/princess. Makes him feel so pretty and cared for! Play with bubbas tits, they have an ample chest to paw at 👀 will absolutely mewl into the bedsheets and press their tits further into your hands. Loves to be called mommy! It lets them know you feel safe and comfy with them.

Jason voorhees

Jason is another slasher with a skewed view on sex, his mother taught him it was sinful and the reason for his death, but surely anything he does with the person he loves that feels this good can’t be wrong. Encourage him and let him know it’s ok to fulfill his need and he’s not dirty or wrong for it!

Jason is happy to let you take the lead most of the time considering his inhuman strength, he doesn’t want to hurt you and would feel more comfortable if you took things at your own pace, not wanting to get too excited and manhandle you too much (not that you would mind in the slightest). He’s also not opposed to the sight of you on top of him.

He loves it when you take control, using his cock like it was made for you, draining it for all it’s worth. He loves to know he’s the one making you feel good and he’s the one you love. Praise him and tell him how good he’s doing, that he knows all your favourite spots and can make you fall apart. let him know you own his cock and you’ll do whatever you want with it (with consent obviously)

Despite this, if Jason’s had a bad day with trespassers escaping or traps breaking on him he may be inclined to storm through the front door and pin you to the nearest service, spearing you on his thick cock and leaving you dripping without warning or mercy.

Jason will be open to bottoming over time once his confidence in being intimate has improved and he feels less anxious about trying new things. He’ll still need a lot of encouragement to relax but once he does he’s happy to let you take care of him. Hold his hand as you stretch him open on your fingers, exploring parts of Jason he didn’t even know were an option. He gets a little addicted to the feeling of being used, fucking into him with reckless abandon. You can be rougher with him when topping because of his inhuman nature, thrust a toy or finger in his ass along side your cock/strap, he can take it. He doesn’t have much of a gag reflex due to being undead so fuck his face to your hearts content as long as you wipe his tears and drool for him and tell him what a sweet boy he is for you!

Jason’s very sweet with aftercare, making you a warm drink and cleaning you both up with a wet rag, he appreciates if you do the same for him, maybe bring him his cherished teddy bear to ground him until he feels less floaty.

RZ! Michael Myers

Michael may be quiet but he’s very forward and unashamed with the things he wants. Don’t expect Michael to be shy when it comes to needing you. He’ll silently wrap around you from behind, grinding his need into your behind no matter the time or place, although he’ll back off if you tell him no, he’ll pout and let out a grunt of understanding, leaving to deal with it himself if your not in the mood.

Michael is more relentless in topping when he’s come back from a hunt, the adrenaline quickly turning to arousal as he smears the still slightly warm blood over your lips.

I defiantly think Michael enjoys CNC (consensual non consent). He hasn’t had a lot of control over things in his life considering he spent most of it in Smith’s Grove unable to even dictate the most simple aspects of it. He likes the total power exchange and the control he has over you as you squirm underneath him. It really riles him up if you fight back, biting him until he bleeds and thrashing so he can hold you down even harder. Michael loves to silence your pleads with his knife, running the dull side of it over your flushed and tear laden cheeks, moving it down to your throat as a warning.

(Will absolutely make you suck the handle of his knife until your eyes are teary before stuffing as much of it as he can into your man cunt. If you don’t want to Accidently cut your thighs then you better lay still and take it like a good boy.)

To add onto this I think he enjoys cnc on the receiving end to, if he wants to submit he wants to be dominated completely and wholly without mercy (safewords in place obviously). Michael likes to be handled roughly and shown that even if he is The Shape that you can break him down into a drooling mess. He’s 90% legs but Lord does he get insanely hard when you fold those long legs in half and drill him into the bed with your cock/strap.

(Hold him down and strip him of his coveralls and boxers, eat his pussy before he can even get a chance to steady himself. Manhandle him into position and rut your cunt into his, ignoring his pleasure and using him to get off selfishly. He’ll look at you dumbly and fucked out after, long hair frizzy and a mess of slick on his thighs)

Pull him aside and use him whenever you want, if he rolls his eyes or acts bratty feel free to slap him around! He loves a firm smack on the cheek when he won’t open up more than he likes to admit, he likes to feel powerless under you.

Michael would totally be into predator/pray with him playing the predator. Stalking you through the woods or the empty streets of Haddonfield with his trusted knife. He’s not worried about you being in any actual danger because he’s the bulk of danger in the town anyway. he has no doubts that should someone try get the best of you in the dark he could take care of them and not break a sweat. He stalks you through the town loving the way the your pace picks up the longer it takes for him to strike. He knows it’s inevitable, there’s no where you could go that Michael won’t find you. Don’t expect to make it home once he corners you, you’ll be pushed against or bent over whatever surface is nearest and having his cock bullied into you.

(Michael would grab you and slam you against a tree once he had you cornered, making quick work of his zipper and underwear. T-dick engorged with arousal and want, lips glistening behind the dense brown hair. He pushes you to your knees and gets to work. You will be spending the next while with your mouth and fingers pressed against Michael’s cunt, your head jerked harder and more forcefully the closer he gets)

Billy lenz

Billy is also very forward with what he wants as we can see from the movie, though I do personally headcanon that Billy is hypersexual due to his trauma so sex can go either one of two ways. Either he’ll be super into it and eager or ashamed and feeling disgusted with himself, if it’s the latter please reassure him it’s not dirty or wrong and try distract him with something else.

This couldn’t be a Billy lenz kink post without phone sex. He loves to call you up when your busy (shopping, on a walk, at work) and spew filth down your ear, telling you all the things he’s going to do to you or that he’ll let you do to him. The riskier the location the better. Sometimes he’ll even already be touching himself, mewling down the receiver like a slut for you to come home.

To add onto this I think he’d have a kink for fucking you whilst you talk to someone on the phone, giggling as he nudges his dick against the perfect spot, making you keen into the speaker.

Billy loves dirty talk on either end, whether it’s him telling you how he’s going to choke you on his fat cock or you telling him how good he feels inside you and to cum inside. He adores degrading you, making you feel like a cum dump. He’ll taunt you, telling you you’re only good to warm his cock and get him off, making you sniffle and repeat it back to him for his own satisfaction and ego.

He occasionally thought about the possibility of bottoming from time to time before meeting you but brushed it off since he’s not super familiar with it and didn’t want to meet up with a stranger to try. That didn’t stop him from experiencing with a finger or two but he wasn’t informed and didn’t use lube so it wasn’t good lol.

All this changes after you mention it one night in bed, excited but nervous Billy accepts. It turns out he’s a complete bottom bitch, such a slut any time you can get him under you, he’ll moan without holding back not caring if the other sorority members hear. He doesn’t care whether you’re pounding into him with his face smashed into the covers like a whore or if he’s riding you greedily, he loves it anytime he can have your cock/strap in him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is incredibly needy and intense, inexperienced but excited to get as close to you as humanly possible. He may come off a little bratty and demanding but he’s completely willing to wait until you’re ready, he’d never do anything you didn’t want. When you are ready it’s all hands on deck, Brahms wants you all the time at any time.

It doesn’t matter if you’re impaled on his cock or if your burried inside him, Brahms is just happy to be close and horny lol

Absolutely has a mommy/daddy kink (dude has crazy mommy issues). He enjoys it when you take the reins for him and tell him what to do, order him about, tell him how to please mommy/daddy just the way they like. You already have quite the control over him in your daily life anyway, telling him what to do and when, making sure he follows his rules. Talk Brahms through how to ride your shaft/strap, make him slow down and speed up whenever you feel like it for your own enjoyment, ignoring his pleas to fuck him properly.

Brahms is horny pretty often, as a result of this penetrative sex isn’t always a need. He loves having free use of you, fucking your thighs until he spills all over them or grabbing your hand and rutting against it whilst you read a book in the other.

Spanking! Nothing puts unruly little boys back in their place like beating their ass until they beg you to stop, all of Brahms’s brattiness seems to disappear once he knows he’s pushed it to far and has a punishment coming his way. He’ll cry and beg you to change your mind but it’s too late, bend him over your lap and rip his trousers down. If he’s been extra ill-behaved bring out the paddle, switching cheeks and making him count until his ass has a pretty pink flush to it.

Asa Emory

Asa demands to be in control, that much is clear and that translates over into bed too. You might have met Asa organically through his university lectures or a museum, if this is the case then you will still be with him under the guise of a 24/7 power exchange relationship. If you met him via kidnapping and was taken to the hotel to be a pet then this will still be expected of you but with the addition of being experimented on/tortured for his own satisfaction. You won’t have a say on your freedom. (I’m going to be writing it from the perspective your kept at the hotel as a pet because it’s more likely)

Asa gets a sick thrill out of treating you like a dog. Fucking you whilst gripping the leash wrenched around your neck until you’re wheezing for air. He’ll make you bark for his cock just to laugh at how pathetic and needy you are, humiliating yourself so you can get your hole stuffed, disgusting. Paw mitts and belts on the thighs/calfs are used to make you practically immobile, totally reliant on him to fulfill your needs and unwilling to do so until he’s broken you down into a sobbing panting mess.

Even when bottoming Asa takes control, barking orders at you about how he likes to be fucked, faster, deeper. You better not even think about cumming without permission or you won’t be cumming again for the next few days whilst he uses your cock/strap like a sex toy. Asa pulls you by your hair as you eat his ass, choking/slapping you if you’re not doing it to his liking. At the end he’ll spit in your mouth and make you say “thank you sir”, forcing your jaw open to make sure you swallowed it all down and patting you on the cheek as a reward.

Medical play is a favourite of his. He enjoys nothing more than stripping you naked and strapping you down to the chilly metal medical table, securing your wrists to the wrist clamps. Snapping on his black latex (unless you’re allergic to latex lol) gloves Asa will dissect you bit by bit. New toys are regularly incorporated to see if he can get a different reaction from you. This can be through pain or pleasure, they’re both the same to him. Clamping your nipples and pulling them until they’re red and sore or landing slaps on your hole for squirming too much. Writing your reactions down on his clipboard and looking at you as nothing more than one of his specimens to pull apart and observe. If he notices a reaction he hasn’t seen from you before he’ll try again and again to recreate it no matter how taxing that may be on your body. Speculums are a favourite of his, prying open and inspecting your most private parts, pressing his fingers or different toys in to see how you react, spread hole twitching at the stimuli and unable to do anything about it. It feels intimate and violating in a way he loves to be able to look at your inner most parts so coldly and close up.

Yautja/predator (female and male)

Yautja are naturally pretty dominant in bed, the whole culture they live in revolves around shows of strength and resilience. Your mate thrives off taking care of all of your needs and proving themselves worthy and this is no different in bed. Always happy to satisfy your needs as your lover and the one who cares for you, your mate will come to help out any time they smell your arousal.

Female Yautja

Your mate naturally takes care of you in bed, a headstrong women who has earned her place on the higher end of society, because of this she loves to dress you up in the finest clothing and jewellery on Yautja prime, showing off her status and by proxy, yours. Don’t think you’re going to just leave the house in it though, she’ll pin you down, eyes taking in every part of you, the way the silky fabric lays across your centre, ready to be opened like a gift. The outfit will include a gold collar to match, one with her mark carved in it so everyone knows who you belong to. She may even take to fucking you in public if anyone tries to challenge her bond with you, your abused hole on display for anyone to see.

As your mate she trusts you to return the favour, however control isn’t given over that easily. You may be the one inside her cunt but she’s the one using you until your spent, a death grip on your collar as she looks down at you from on top, snarling in your face and a placing marking nips against your throat with her mandibles.

Once mating season rolls around she’ll be even more demanding, the instinct to mate and breed you at its peak. You’ll be kept in the nest of furs and fucked over and over. If you pass out? Not her problem, she’ll keep going until she’s satisfied your scented up and marked properly. She takes no brattiness during this time either, acting out or being difficult will earn you getting pinned to the furs, mandibles flared and snarling until you submit.

Male yautja

Another one I think would enjoy primal/predator play. Your mate stalks you through the jungle whilst cloaked. He knows your every exact move and you’re none the wiser. He loves how he can taste your fear in the air but he knows it’s all for show because he can taste you arousal permeating the dense tree’s too. He’ll appear out of nowhere just as your adrenaline reaches it’s peak and swipe your ankles, forcing you down to the leafy floor with him. He lets out a clicky laugh at the surprise scream you let out. Wasting no time he mounts you like an animal and ruins you again and again until your both spent.

Your mate can tell when you’re ovulating and he’s ecstatic to help. Blood is so common to him in his daily life it doesn’t phase him at all, he’s perfectly happy to get down and a little messy, you smell so sweet to him during this time. If this matches with his rutt then you aren’t leaving the bed for a few days, he’ll fuck into you mercilessly until his swollen knot pops inside you, connecting you both together. Once it deflates he’ll scoop his cum back up and push it into your hole, not wanting to waste a drop.

Sometimes it’s nice to be taken care of, and you prove this by absolutely destroying him. Go feral, show him how much of a capable mate you are, wrestle him to the floor and ruin his hole, leave bites and marks on him to claim him. He’ll snarl the whole time and fight back but he loves it. He may even let you use a toy/strap with a knot on it to emulate being seeded and stuffed at the end.

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Okay, writing prompt if you're interested. LuciferXreader, making out in a pile of rubber ducks. It may be weird as hell, but also really cute and funny. AND!! Laughter is a healthy part of any relationship!

Yes I’m interested!!!!!!!!!

I hope this is what you’re after, it kind of got away from me and I spent way too long thinking about what all those little duckies could do.

Lucifer had a problem, one of his own making that was yellow and sometimes quacked, maybe barked, there was even ones that spoke backwards and in riddles. They came in all kinds of colours and did all sorts of things. He had a purple one that could teleport, a rainbow one that shot confetti out of its mouth when it was squeezed, he even had one that glowed in the dark and played lullaby’s. The point was that Lucifer had made a lot of rubber duckies over the years but he didn’t realise quite how many until he was looking for one specific duck.

“Where are you, you little piece of…” Lucifer grumbled, his words trailing off as he dived into another mountain of ducks, sending them tumbling down to join the rest that had spilled over the floor. He had been at this for a while now, sending his work room into chaos and all because Charlie had been telling Vaggie all about one she had seen him making when she was a child. She hadn’t asked him for it and Lucifer had honestly forgotten it existed until she had brought it up but she seemed so enamoured with it that Lucifer had decided there and then that he had to gift it to her as a reminder of happier times in her childhood. The only problem was that he couldn’t find the damned thing and he was quickly running out of patience.

“You alright there love?” Lucifers head jerks up and round at your amused voice, blinking dumbly at the sudden brightness of the room. Your leant against the door frame, eyebrows furrowed slightly but a teasing smile tugging up the corners of your mouth. You were a vision, a ray of sunshine through the grey cloud that had been steadily forming over him. “Yep! Everything’s fine. Hahaha. A oh kay. What erh, what are you doing here darling?” Lucifer laughed nervously, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment at being found in such a state.

He had abandoned his hat and jacket ages ago, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his gloves somewhere within the sea of ducks. Lucifer had unbuttoned his collar at some point, his bow tie pulled loose and hanging around his neck like a sad flat little snake. His face must be flushed by now and his hair that was once neat and styled probably looked more like a birds nest now, stick up in every direction and clinging to his forehead.

“Charlie called me. Seems someone has been ignoring her calls and texts for the past couple of hours and she wanted me to check in and make sure they hadn’t gotten so involved in a project they forgot to eat again. Clearly she was right to worry.” You gave him a pointed look, clearly expecting an answer for his current predicament. Bitting his lip Lucifer let his eyes sweep across the carnage that was his work room and the vast amount of ducks he still had to get through. He needed help or he was never going to get through all these, not any time soon anyway and who better to help him than you? He always wanted to spend more time with you and this would keep you in close proximity for quite some time. It was a win win in his books and he was damn sure going to take full advantage of it.

Groaning Lucifer let his shoulders slump and looked back to you, finding you in the exact same position you had been in before though your eyes had softened slightly now, worry starting to creep in at the edges. “I’m looking for a duck,” he stated, nodding slightly after he had spoken like it was that simple of an answer. “Oh really? Never would have guessed.” Lucifer glared at your sarcastic reply, huffing loudly and crossing his arms over his chest in an overly obvious display of indignation that you both knew was just for show. The gentle laughter his behaviour got him sounded sweet, even as you rolled your eyes and pushed away from the doorframe. He always liked the sound of your laughter, like music that soothed his soul and made his heart ache all at once.

“Alright your majesty, are we looking for one in particular or is this a know it when a see it situation?” You raised an eyebrow at him in question as you sank down onto one of the few spots of clear floor. “It’s made of crystal, has a really cute teeny tiny crown on its head.” You hummed at Lucifers words, your attention now firmly on the ducks that surrounded you. “And when did you last see it?” Lucifer winced at your question, tugging at his already loose collar and refusing to make eye contact with you when you glance in his direction. “I don’t know, maybe a couple of centuries ago. Charlie was about five or six at the time.” You made a weird choked off noise when he said centuries, Lucifer catching a glimpse of your hand slipping on the pile of ducks you had been looking at and sending a couple more tumbling to join the ones that Lucifer was already half buried under.

He offered you an apologetic smile and hopefully his best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to soften any sort of regret you might be feeling at having sat down to help him. It must have worked because you sighed heavily before rolling your shoulders back and sitting up straighter. “It’s fine, we’ll find it and when we do you are sooo going to make it up to me with back rubs and kisses.” Lucifer agreed readily, nodding his head and promising you that and a thousand things more. “Right! We are going to do this one duck at a time, sorting as we go. We will have four separate piles, one pile for the ones that are just rubber ducks with a unique paint job and another for the ones that do something useful.” Lucifer opens his mouth to protest because all his duckies are useful but a quick glance from you has him closing it before he can even get a sound out. “There will also be a pile for ones that do pointless things and another for the ones that are just plain dangerous.”

“They are not dangerous!” Lucifer insisted, snatching up a random duck and squeezing it to prove his point. There was a loud click followed by sound of metal grinding together and Lucifer looked down in horror as the barrel of a pistol slid out of the ducks now open mouth. “Hahaha, how did that get there?” Huffing you held your hand out expectantly and Lucifer reluctantly handed the traitorous thing over, making sure the postal was safely back in place first. Without a word you leant over and pushed a section of the ducks out of the way, clearing a patch on floor in front of you. The gun toting duck was place down gently, looking way too sweet and innocent for what it hid within.

You picked up one from next to you and held it out towards Lucifer. “What does this one do?” He squinted at the thing, turning his head slightly to the side as he tried to remember what this one did. It was yellow like most of them except this one had a red rimed beak that made it look like it had lipstick on. “Lipstick!” Lucifer shouted out triumphantly, his sudden outburst causing you to startle. “It’s lipstick, retro rouge if I’m not mistaken.” You turned the duck toward you, tilting your head quizzically as you squeezed at its sides. It’s beak parted as a stick of bright red lipstick emerged. “Huh,” you said, loosening your grip on the duck so the lipstick went back in before placing it on the floor a few inches away from the other duck. You picked up another, this one yellow with black spots and held it out towards him. “What about this one?”

This goes in for hours, one duck after another and though it would normally be a rather tedious Lucifer is having fun. Some of his duck creations really are bizarre, like the one that changes colour depending on the time of day in Hawaii or the one that screams whenever someone says pineapple. There are some good ones though, like the one that generates a personal forcefield that’s lasts up to an hour when placed on your head or the one that cleans your bath after you’ve used it. The useful pile was a lot smaller than the others though, the useless ones needing a whole corner of the room to themselves. You had even found one that said ‘I’m quackers about you’ in a squeaky voice when squeezed, a little heart shaped box of chocolates with Lucifers hat emblazoned on the front held between its wings.

Lucifer had refused to hand that one over, especially when he realised you intended to put it in the useless pile. A had sat there, cooing at the thing and stroking its head whilst you glared at him. So preoccupied with the duck Lucifer didn’t have time to prepare himself as you suddenly lunged across the space, hands grabbing for the sweet little ducky. The two of you had spent far too long rolling around the floor and tussling for the duck until finally you came to a stop, sprawled across Lucifer and the both of you breathing heavily. You were close, head hovering above his as you stared into one another’s eyes. All Lucifer would need to do is tip his head back and then he would be able to kiss you, one of his favourite things to do these days. His eyes dropped to your lips as your tongue snuck out to wet them, your teeth nipping at your bottom lip enticingly. Lucifer sucked in a deep breath, his hand flexing on your waist where it had ended up in your little play fight. Your head lowered slightly, eyes darting down to his lips then back to his eyes as if asking permission that you really didn’t need. From down by his hip there came a loud quack followed by ‘I’m quackers about you’ then another quack effectively bringing a sudden end to the tension growing between the two of you.

The two of you dissolved into laughter, Lucifer wrapping his arms around your middle as you buried your face in his neck. You lead there for a while, laughing softly until that trailed off and the two of you when just lead there, holding one another and surrounded by ducks. It had been nice if a little weird but Lucifer wasn’t complaining. “It’s true you know,” he said softly, not wanting to ruin the moment but his words had you shifting, pushing yourself up slightly so you could look down at him with confusion. “What is?” Your voice was just as soft as you spoke, the hushed tone adding to the intimacy of the moment. Sighing Lucifer reached up, cupping your check and rubbing his thumb gently across it. “I really and quackers about you,” he deadpanned.

The stunned silence that hangs between you goes on a lot longer than Lucifer thought it would and despite how hard he tries he can’t help the large smile that spreads across his face or the laugher that comes bubbling out. Groaning loudly you finished pushing yourself up into a sitting position, shoving Lucifer back down when he tried to follow. “You’re terrible,”you mumble, shifting back over slightly to avoid nocking into a stack of ducks. Lucifers still chucking when he sits back up, effortlessly catching the rubber duck you half heartedly throw at him. “Mmmm, and yet you still love me.” Lucifer wiggled an eyebrow at you, leaning in slightly to emphasise the ridiculousness of the gesture. This time it was you who couldn’t help but smile, huffing in amusement and shaking your head at him. “Yeah, I do.” Lucifer beamed like the cat who go the cream at your words, always feeling like his heart could take flight every time you told him you loved him. Truly a bizarre phenomenon that would need much more research done into it, requiring you to tell him often and in multiple ways how you felt about him. “Now come on, this bloody duck isn’t going to find its self.” Lucifer took the duck you held out to him, a hot pink one with a flame branded on its chest, and quickly lent forward to place a kiss on the back of your hand before he started telling you all about the duck and how it could be set on fire and wouldn’t melt.

That had been a good few hours ago though and night had settled heavy over the city since then. Over half the room had been cleared now, Lucifer having opened a portal and dumped all the colourful, boringly normal ducks onto a sleeping radio demon to create some extra space for you both. There was still no sign of the duck he was after though and the both of you were clearly tired, the process having slowed down considerably in the last half an hour or so. He’s beginning to think it’s a lost cause, the duck long since lost or broken.

You yawn loudly, arms stretching out above you before you fall back into the heap of ducks behind you. The groan you make sounds almost painful as you wiggle in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable amongst the ducks. Your eyes close, hands disappearing into the sea of yellow above you. Despite how horribly uncomfortable it must be you look content and Lucifer wants nothing more in that moment than to crawl over there and join you, curling up against your side and resting his head on your chest so you can both get some much needed sleep. As much as he wanted to give into temptation Lucifer was determined to find the duck for Charlie, fixated on giving her that little moment of happiness and wonder that had stayed with her since childhood. That didn’t mean you had to suffer with him though.

“I think it’s time you were getting to bed darling, I can finish up in here.” Your eyes open slightly at his words, brows furrowed and your smile slipping into a frown. “Lucifer.” There was an odd tone to your voice, one that he probably should have paid more attention to but Lucifer assumed he knew what you were going to say so he kept on talking, turning away from you to continue looking through the ducks as he did so. “I know. I should be trying to get some sleep as well but you know I won’t be able to, (Lucifer), not till I’ve found this duck anyway and I really just want to surprise Charlie with it. She seemed so happy when she was talking to Vaggie about it and I just wanted to, (LUCIFER!)” Your loud cry of his name had Lucifer jumping, dropping the duck he had been holding to the floor with a loud splat as it oozed out like a marshmallow melting in the sun.

Laughing nervously Lucifer turns back to you, an apology already on the tip of his tongue but it quickly disappears when he sees what you’re holding. You’ve sat up, eyes fixed on your hand that you’re holding out towards him. In your palm sits a crystal duck, a small black crown sat atop its head styled similarly to Charlie’s own. Lucifer sucked in a breath, reaching out to take the thing from you with trembling fingers. He can’t believe you had found it, just when he was starting to lose hope. You truly must be heaven sent.

Without warning Lucifer lunged at you, flinging his arms around your neck and sending you sprawling back into the ducks with a yelp. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Lucifer said between peppering your face with kisses. “Lucifer,” you laugh, turning your head to the side and giving him access to your neck. He places a few more quick pecks along your neck and the top of your shoulder before placing one final one on your lips.

“She’s going to be so surprised,” Lucifer beamed, pushing himself back up and turning towards the door, a wide smile on his face as he stared down at the crystal duck clutched in his hand. He didn’t get more than two steps towards the door before fingers wrapped around his wrist and stopped him in his tracks. Frowning Lucifer looked back over his shoulder at you, finding you looking at him just as confused as he was you. “Where are you going?” Lucifer blinked down at you dumbly because surely that was obvious? “To give Charlie the duck?” It came out slow and sounding more like a question, Lucifer even holding up the duck in case you had forgotten.

Your confusion smoothed out into understanding, a small smile curling up the corner of your lips. “Lucifer,” you said almost teasingly, tugging gently on his wrist until he turned to face you fully. “It’s the middle of the night love. She’s going to be asleep, and even if she isn’t she’s probably going to be doing something she doesn’t want her dad walking in on.” You look at him pointedly, waiting for your words to sink in. “Oh…ohhhh,” lucifers eyes went wide, looking down at the little duck in a mix of horror and embarrassment.

You chuckle gently, tugging on his arm and causing him to take a step towards you. “So why don’t you,” you plucked the duck from his hand, leaning back to place it on top of the coffee table before turning back to him and wrapping your hands around his wrists, “come back here and finish giving me my reward hum?” You tugged him forward and down, Lucifer’s knees hitting the floor on either side of your waist with a dull thud. You used your hold on his wrists to lift his hands and place them on your shoulders before gripping his waist and pulling him down and closer until he was sat in your lap. Lucifer blushed, licking at his lips and swallowing slightly. “I eh, I can do that.” You hummed at his words, lifting one hand to cup his cheek and guiding his lips down to yours.

The first few kisses were soft and slow, Lucifer humming gently at the addictive feel of your lips moving against his. He sank into you, getting more comfortable on your lap and letting his arms drape over your shoulders. The two of you stayed like that for a few long minutes, Lucifer content to spend hours just like that but it seemed you had other ideas. Pulling back you nipped gently at his lip, Lucifer letting out a little whimper at the sudden sting. Resting your forehead against his you slid both your hands up his back, pressing him as close to you as he could get. “Hold on tight,” you mumbled, placing a kiss against his lips.

Lucifer barely had time to register what you had said before you were moving, effortlessly tipping him to the side and rolling him onto his back. He landed within the ducks with a dull thud, several of the stupid things tumbling down to land on his face. Your laughter was sweet as you helped remove the offending ducks off his face, leaving the ones that had fallen around his head and shoulders. “There you are handsome,” you smile as you remove the last one from his head, clearly delighting in the bush your words get you. “Your erh, looking rather radiant as well.” Lucifer cringes at his own awkward attempts at flirting, refusing to look at you because of how awfully that was. You would think he would have gotten better at this sort of thing over the centuries but there was something about you that just left him flustered and unable to say what he means when in your company. When you’re not around he can wax poetry about how your smile lights up the world like a sunbeam or how your eyes sparkle like the stars, but now? With you looking down at him like he’s your whole universe? Not happening.

You shift to the side slightly, slotting one of your legs between his and pressing up against him. “Only when you’re the one looking,” you whisper before pressing your lips against his, using his startled gasp as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Lucifer moans softly, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you in closer. There’s a duck digging into his back and the sound of muffled quacking coming from somewhere above him as their movements caused another wave of ducks to fall down in them. It was ridiculous, kissing in a pile of ducks that were threatening to swallow the two of you up but Lucifer found he didn’t really care, especially when your tongue swiped across his lips, seeking permission that he readily gave. This here, this was the closest to heaven he had felt in eons and he was content to stay in this moment for eternity. Well at least till Charlie woke up anyway.

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Drive you crazy | Day 7 | jjk

⤷ SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: NONE OML

taglist: @tatamicc @jwnghyuns @nono13bnd @hagridshaircare @tatzzz-25 @suashifts @kyuupii @bananaminn @rispwr @spideyjimin

A/Note: POSTING THIS EXACTLY AT 11:11 CAUSE ITS 11/11😺 anw yall this was just a filling chapter nothing special nyeahhh. Ik mot very professional and ethical but I'll try to be more mindful, thoughtful and demure.💅🏻

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Jungkook's pov

Y/n looks at me with a cryptic smile, walking towards the lake with pebbles in her hand.

"I don't think we can be friends or anything...but I'm there for you...if you need someone to talk to." She faces me with a small crooked smile.

"We can't?" I cock up an eyebrow with a wrinkled forehead, anticipating an answer.

"Well," she starts, my eyes follow her automatically. The control she has over me is overlooked. "I was a bit miserable after you broke my heart by being mean to me." Y/n dramatically lays a hand on her head with a high-pitched voice of vain. "You lost this friendship! So make up for it and retrieve it back, Jungkook!"

Y/n motivated me at this silly fuss she created. It was funny seeing her act like a damsel in distress, someone Y/n is totally opposite off.

"You come back little punk! I thought you were serious!" I yelled, trying to catch her as she ran away, leaping into puddles I circle arms around her, carrying towards the lake while she kicks her legs in the air. With a splash of water I threw her in the lake, he flushed face soaked wet.

"Don't make that cute pout- you look like an angry sea otter." I chuckled, my orbs dancing round her figure. Wet clothes clasped to her body, the glistening water dripping down her collar bones.

Gosh.

I unconsciously lick my lips.

"Let me make up for the so-called- ruined friendship." I scowl jumping into the lake with a splash. Y/n squeaks lightly, her pissed-off face glowing in the moonlight.

"I'm this close to ripping your head off," she sarcastically smiled, trying to tower over me. Fisting my shirt. I react suddenly by tripping over her and both of us fall into the water again, drenched from head to toe.

Y/n starts hitting my chest lightly,her body close to me with her legs wrapped around my waist. "Something is touching my leg!" she whined, splashing water everywhere as she threw a fit, squealing lightly and murmuring curses with a quivering voice.

"Fine..."

I quickly picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder, her body dangling freely.

"What are you doing!" she shrieked. "Picking you up." I responded.

"No- pick me up the proper way! Or else I will bite your ass." I could feel her cheekily smiling, her face hitting my back constantly as I swung her on my shoulder.

"Bite me and I'll drop you in the water again." I shot her an irritated look that she cannot see anyways. My response turns out to keep her porthole shut for the next five minutes to return to my car. Peaceful eerie wind that interlocked itself in my bangs.

I place her down finally, rummagingthrough the bag I bought along the trip.

"What am I supposed to wear now?" Y/ n questioned with hands on her hips and a tone that was sassy enough to be portrayed by Regina George.

Y/n lifts a little bit of her shirt, wringing off the water allowing me to trace her perfect body with my orbs.

Ugh- I just checked her out.

Feeling a rock of reality hit the back of my head and brought me back to my senses. I bury my face even deeper into the backpack.

"Answer me-" I throw a shirt and trouser her way, chuckling at her tiny shivering figure.

"You want me to change here?" Y/n squeaks like a duckling.

"Yes."

"No, I won't."

"Then you are going home like that." I smirk, leaning against my car watching her shut her mouth instantly.

"Go behind that tree and change. Iwon't look." I hold her hand, yanking her towards the tree.

"Promise?" she holds out her pinky finger, pausing for me to hook mine with it.

"Promise." I connect my finger with hers.

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Y/N's pov

I walked out from the spot, wearing the new clothes that were quite large and barely clung onto me. They had a soft vanilla like scent mixed with hints of coconut tha blessed my nose, as if I couldn't stop sniffing it. They definitely belonged to Jungkook.

I walk back into the car, setting the heater when suddenly Jungkook closes the door behind him ready to start the car, but there was something wrong.

He was shirtless. I instantly look away, facing the window, my whole body heating up and cheeks flushed red.

"W-where is your shirt?" I bite my tongue and curse under my breath for stuttering in front of him.

Shutting my eyes immediately when he leans closer, whispering in my ear, I hold in a breath waiting for him to speak.

"I gave it to you." His husky voice sends shivers down my spine, the rich deep voice that swells the pit of my stomach. Maybe because I haven't been in a relationship for 7 years, or maybe because my hormones are going wild, because not even in 100 years will I ever find Jeon Jungkook desireful.

"I bet you didn't notice that I licked your earlobe." He perked up. "WHAT-"

"I'm kidding."

Jungkook leans back with a satisfied smirk while I sink into my seat, flustered.

"My clothes look cute on you" he remarks.

"Shut up."

"No."

"You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I crossed paths with and don't even get me started on your voice." I start to babble without paying attention to him.

"My voice is hot then?"

"Yes." I responded. Jerking my body and clasping a hand to my mouth.

I wanted the car seat to fold and swallow me, maybe I was going haywire by telling the truth that I wasn't supposed to. Panic rose from my stomach to throat and I throw my hands, yelping.

"No!" I say, "your voice is annoying." I retrieve back, his smile dropping as soon I cross my hands over my chest, huffing out the lump in my throat.

My eyes thoughtlessly wander down his body, I notice an intricate tattoo on his ribs of a dragon appearing from between flames of fire. His muscular abdomen and slightly damn abs "So you heard about our race in France...?" Jungkook raises his eyebrow in question but his voice fades to the back of my head. My eyes focused on his body.

The urge to run my hand across his abs and feel them grows vigorous.

"Mhm-" I hum, licking my lips.

He is so well built in every way, like an ethereal Greek God. Even prostitutes would be jealous of that body. The woman who gets to feel that warm luscious muscular body would call herself lucky. An image of him sweaty and shirtless working out before a race pops into my mind, every other important thought blurring out. I want to erase that image as much as I want to enhance it.

My body heats up, aroused as I shame myself for bringing up such thoughts.

"My eyes are up here sweetheart." Jungkook softly says, biting his lower lip containing a laugh.

I stop gazing like a pervert, blushing with embarrassment."S-sorry." I cleared my throat, looking out the window, earning a soft laugh as he drove away.

"Try not to gape, sweetheart."

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Day6 | Day8

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The Office Pet Part 2

warnings: MDNI, treating reader like an animal, name-calling, exhibitionism, oral (fem receiving), women on women, threesome

You loved playdates with Gojo's pet. The two of you got along fantastically. As Kento fastened a new pretty collar around your neck, a very expensive one, with little diamonds in the gold setting, he told you one of the partners had just recently gotten a new pet and he would be bringing her for this play date. 

“I'm not worried though,” he said as he petted you with affection. “You're the sweetest little pet. I'm sure you'll make friends with her too.” 

The new pet wasn't in the office yet so you were playing with Gojo's pet, a beautiful russet-haired woman, sighing softly as she sucked one of your nipples, while you nuzzled her neck. 

“I'm glad the pets are friends,” Gojo says as he and Kento observe both of you. 

“Indeed. I was worried she'd get lonely. Not a lot of domestic partners can adjust to this lifestyle. It's good she has someone she can talk to and be friends with.” 

Kento's eyes are warm as he watches you, looking so pretty with your perked nipples and soft noises. You switch and lick Gojo's pet down the neck before pinching her nipples between your fingers making her giggle with delight. 

“Remember the night we gave them the double-ended vibrator?” Gojo asks and Kento nods. “They were so cute, one end in each of their pussies, just holding it up together so they could rock against it.” Gojo pets his playmate and she gazed adoringly at him while you tug her nipples. 

A knock on the door signals the third partner entering, walking a curvy woman on a simple leather leash with a matching collar that had a bell on it. 

“Higuruma!” Gojo says in greeting. “So this is your pet. Mind if we look?” 

Higuruma removes the leash and kisses his pet on the head before she stretches out on her hands and knees for them to inspect her. She's a gorgeous brunette with a lovely round ass that was suited for spanking, something you knew (thanks to Kento) that Higuruma was fond of. Her large chocolate-tipped breasts swayed as she stood on her hands and knees. Kento tips her face up to look while Gojo runs a finger between her folds and sniffs. 

“Nice scent. It's different than the last one.” 

“Very pretty face,” Kento adds then quickly pets your head reassuringly. “Not as pretty as you,” he compliments, making you blush. Gojo's pet grows a little impatient and reminds you of her presence by covering your mouth with hers kissing you sensually as she runs a slim finger over your wet cunt. 

“I'm hoping she'll adjust to the lifestyle better than the last one,” Higuruma admits. He pats the brunette's ass a few times. “Go make friends sweetheart.” 

The brunette shyly approaches you and Gojo's pet. The pair of you watch her approach, then she meekly puts her head on your lap. You smile and pet her hair, making her purr and nuzzle into your warm flesh. Gojo's pet seems indifferent and pushes her finger into your hole making you mewl at the intrusion. The men laugh. 

“Now, now, my pet,” Gojo says reprimandingly. “Be nice. Y/n can be friends with her too”. Gojo's pet pouts but relents and removes her finger. Higuruma’s pet moves her face from your thigh and between your legs, sniffing. 

Your pussy is puffy and already leaking from the earlier attention. The brunette looks up at you with a question in her eyes and you respond by lying back on the pillows, legs spreading apart. She takes another sniff then tentatively licks a stripe up from your core to your clit making you buck. 

“Your pet is so welcoming Nanami,” Higuruma remarks as they watch them. Kento hums in agreement. 

“She's very sweet. It's one of the reasons I'm planning on keeping her.” 

Gojo's pet busies herself with your nipples as the brunette continues to lick your clit. You sigh and whimper and moan at all the attention, loving how Kento looks at you with approval. 

“Looks like your pet is popular Nanami,” Gojo remarks. 

“It's her scent,” he says as Higuruma's pet gives little kitten licks to your clit making you gasp and grip the pillows. “She has that scent that makes everyone want to be near her pussy.” 

The men fall silent and watch as the other two pets bring you closer and closer to orgasm. 

“Did you hear about that client coming in next week?” Higuruma asks. 

“Yes, I did it sounds like…”

His words fade as blood rushes in your ears, your orgasm so close. You look at him desperately trying to catch his attention but he's deep in conversation. You clench your muscles, hoping the orgasm won't hit soon but with both the pets playing with you like this it's hard. You whimper loudly. Gojo observes you and taps Kento on the shoulder. 

“Your pet is trying to say something.”

Kento immediately drops to his knees to listen to you. “What is it, sweetheart?” He asks. 

“Master… Can I… Gonna…”

Understanding fills his expression. “Sweetheart you're on a play date. You don't need my permission to cum here. Go ahead.”

When you still look at him, he chuckles and pets your head. “It's OK… Come on… I know you want to…It’s ok go ahead.” He says encouragingly. 

At his words, you let go, calling out weakly as you cum, juices flowing straight into Higuruma's pet's mouth. 

“That is so fucking cute,” Gojo comments as you sigh, abdomen rising falling from your shallow breathing after climax. “She needs your approval so bad.” 

“She's the best.” Kento takes some of your cum on his finger and shows it to Higuruma who sniffs and looks impressed. 

“Could make a perfume from that. No wonder my pet immediately started to eat her out.” 

The russet-haired woman starts to rearrange the pillows and make a nest. She snuggles you and you let Higuruma’s pet sandwich you from the back, breathing into your neck. The cuddle puddle was warm and soft and you feel yourself drifting off, sated. 

“Pretty good first introduction,” Higuruma remarks as the pets start to fall asleep. “Do they just stay here?” 

“They mostly just nap. When they wake up they go again if they’re in the mood or else just walk back to their respective offices.”

“Nice. They do make a pretty picture.”

Kento quickly snaps a picture on his phone. 

“Gotta show them how cute they are after being fucked to their liking,” he says as he puts his phone away, smiling. 

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[moonselune]

:0 the girls go out to build a bear

ahahah yes.

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Karlach:

The afternoon finds you and Karlach walking through the bustling streets of Rivington, hand in hand, weaving between the vendors and locals. The air is filled with the scents of roasted chestnuts and fresh bread, laughter echoing from the nearby stalls, and Karlach’s face lights up as she spots the shop you’ve been looking for. It’s a quaint little storefront with a sign shaped like a stuffed bear and vibrant colors that make it stand out among the shops and taverns surrounding it.

“This is the place?” Karlach asks, glancing down at you with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. “Where you can, what… make your own bear?”

You nod, grinning. “Not just bears, apparently,” you reply, leading her toward the door. “The shopkeeper said they have all sorts of animals and creatures. And you get to dress it up, make it your own.”

Karlach’s face breaks into a wide smile as she pulls you in. The shop is warm and inviting, with shelves lined with colorful fabric animals in various states of completion, piles of stuffing, and racks of tiny outfits. A kindly older woman behind the counter greets you, giving a warm nod and gesturing to a table with several forms on display.

“So, what’ll it be?” she asks with a wink. “Bear, fox, dragon, unicorn… we’ve got a good assortment.”

Karlach’s eyes are wide as she looks over the options, pausing for a moment to touch a soft, plush dragon in a rich, emerald green. She needed to find the perfect friend for Clive.

She squeezes it experimentally and glances over at you. “What do you think, babe? I’m kinda torn here. Do we go classic with a bear or something cooler, like a dragon?”

You pick up a little fox with oversized ears and hold it up for her inspection.

“A fox could be cute. Clever and fiery, like you.” You give her a playful nudge, and she laughs, her cheeks pink with excitement.

Finally, she decides, grabbing a large, fluffy bear form and holding it out for your approval. It’s classic, soft, with big, round ears and a soft, sweet expression.

You both head over to the stuffing station, and the woman gets to work, choosing a slightly firmer fill—“So it doesn’t get all floppy,” she explains as she adjusts the stuffing.

With the bear stuffed, it’s time to pick clothes. The shop has an array of outfits, from tiny armor sets to cozy sweaters, even little capes and boots. You pull out a tiny leather jacket with studs on the shoulders and hold it up to Karlach. “Now this just screams badass bear.”

She laughs, her eyes shining as she takes the jacket and slips it onto the bear.

“Definitely a badass,” she agrees, fussing with the collar. “But maybe he needs some pants too. What do you think, battle-ready bear?”

Together, you find a pair of tiny black pants that fit the bear perfectly, along with a little bandolier and some fingerless gloves that Karlach insists on.

“Now he looks like he could take on Avernus himself,” she says proudly, showing off the finished product.

As you admire the bear, you notice Karlach’s attention caught by something else—a little red heart, plump and soft, resting in a basket near the counter.

The shopkeeper explains, “That’s a heart you can put inside, give it a bit of life. Tradition around here is to make a wish on it before you put it in.”

Karlach’s expression softens, and she takes the heart, placing it in her hands. She closes her eyes for a moment, looking thoughtful, her lips moving in a silent wish before she gently tucks the heart inside the bear, sealing it up with care. She looks over at you, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and affection.

“You gonna make a wish too?” she asks, holding the bear out to you.

You smile and press your hand over the bear’s heart, closing your eyes and making a quiet wish of your own, one for happiness and love and more days exactly like this. When you open your eyes, Karlach is watching you, her smile soft and warm.

“Guess we’re kinda like the bear now,” she murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze. “All patched up and held together, with a whole lot of heart stuffed in.”

You grin, slipping an arm around her waist as you both head out of the shop with your new bear friend. Karlach ranting to them how much they are going to love Clive.

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Minthara:

It’s a crisp, lively day in Rivington as you and Minthara stroll down the market lanes, absorbing the scents of roasted nuts and fresh bread mingling with the chill in the air. Her expression is its usual composed mask, brows drawn ever so slightly in that way that signals she’s entirely too serious for the frivolities of a mortal town.

But you’d convinced her to come here, all because you’d heard of a quaint little shop nestled among the other storefronts—a place where you could build your own plush companion, picking every detail down to its outfit and form. When you suggested it, Minthara’s scoff was immediate, her face a mask of disdain.

“Why would I waste my time on such things?” she had muttered with a slight toss of her head. But she followed you all the same, a spark of curiosity in her eyes that she tried—and failed—to completely hide.

Now, standing in front of the shop, Minthara crosses her arms and gives you a look, raising one sleek brow.

“So this is it?” she asks. “The grand establishment where people line up to… sew creatures and stuff them with cotton?”

“Only the most dignified of activities,” you reply, eyes glinting with amusement. “Surely even you have time for a bit of whimsy?”

She rolls her eyes but pushes open the door, a chime ringing through the shop as you both step inside. It’s warm here, shelves piled high with little creatures in all colors and forms. The air smells faintly of lavender and linen, and a cheerful older woman behind the counter waves as you walk in.

“Well, aren’t you two a sight,” the shopkeeper says with a grin. “Here to make yourselves a friend?”

You nod, glancing at Minthara, whose gaze is now locked onto a display of different unstuffed forms. Her eyes linger, narrowing thoughtfully at each creature, her fingers grazing a small black cat and then a bear with pointed ears.

“Need some help?” you tease softly, stepping close to her, but she’s already picked up a panther-shaped form, holding it carefully with both hands as she examines it.

“I’m… perfectly capable of deciding,” she replies, though her voice is softer than usual. She studies the stitching along the panther’s paw, the curve of its small ears. “This one has potential,” she mutters to herself.

With newfound purpose, she heads toward the stuffing station, ignoring the shopkeeper’s offers for assistance as she settles at a table with her empty plush. You watch, fascinated, as Minthara meticulously places small handfuls of stuffing inside, pausing occasionally to test the firmness of each limb.

“Not too much,” she murmurs, her tone completely serious. “This one should be agile, not some soft lump.” She pokes at the stomach, nodding to herself when it feels just right. “There we go. A panther is built for more than just sitting around. They need strength and purpose.”

You bite back a smile, watching her concentrate. Minthara’s typical icy control is slipping, her brow furrowed as she perfects every detail. When she’s finally satisfied with the stuffing, she smooths her hands over the plush panther with a look of quiet approval.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for such a natural,” you tease, and she narrows her eyes at you, though you catch the slightest hint of pride there.

“Am I supposed to create something half-finished?” she retorts, though there’s a softness in her gaze now as she regards the panther. “I’ll leave no creature—however insignificant it may be—without a proper purpose.”

Next comes the clothing, and she surprises you again with her patience as she sifts through various tiny outfits. You pick up a miniature set of dark leather armor, a little too on the nose, but she takes it from you, turning it over in her hands before setting it aside.

“Armor that heavy would weigh it down,” she murmurs thoughtfully. “This panther requires something more… fitting.”

Eventually, she settles on a deep midnight-blue cloak that she fastens around the panther’s neck with delicate precision. Then she finds a tiny satchel, tucking it under the panther’s cloak. It’s a subtle but perfect touch, and you can tell she’s entirely pleased with the result.

“There,” she says softly, holding up the finished panther and looking at it with surprising fondness. “A creature with purpose. Sharp and loyal. This one is meant for more.”

“It’s a masterpiece,” you say warmly, watching her face soften as she takes in the details she’s so carefully crafted.

She meets your gaze, feigning nonchalance. “It’s just a silly trinket,” she says, though her grip on the wolf is gentle, her thumb stroking over its ears in a rare, unguarded display.

“Then you won’t mind if I ask the shopkeeper to put it back, right?” You reach for it playfully, but she pulls the panther back with a low glare that turns into a slight, reluctant smile.

“Don’t push your luck,” she warns, but you see the warmth in her eyes, the pride she’s trying so hard not to show.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

Walking through the bustling streets of Rivington, you feel a faint buzz of excitement. The day’s been one of leisure, a rare occurrence for you and Lae'zel, and you'd both decided to explore the town without the usual sense of urgency. Somewhere along the way, you mentioned a place you'd heard of—a quaint little shop where you could build your own stuffed companion from scratch, choosing everything from its form to its clothes. Lae'zel had raised an eyebrow at you, skeptical as ever but intrigued enough to follow along.

As you near the shop, a subtle frown etches across her face.

“So,” she says, voice tinged with her usual caution. “This place allows you to ‘craft’ a companion? A stuffed animal?” She says the words carefully, like they’re foreign to her. “What exactly is the purpose of this custom?”

You chuckle, pushing open the door and leading her in. “It’s a pastime, a tradition. People make these as keepsakes, gifts, things to remember a moment or a person by. It’s just… fun.”

“Fun.” She repeats the word slowly, as if tasting it. Her gaze sweeps over the shop with narrowed curiosity. Shelves lined with various plush forms await: bears, cats, wolves, and stranger creatures yet, all soft and waiting to be filled. The air is warm and smells faintly of lavender and cedar, inviting and cozy. A cheerful shopkeeper greets you both with a wave, gesturing toward the tables of plush animal forms and baskets of tiny outfits, ribbons, and trinkets.

Lae'zel looks around, a glint of skepticism in her eyes, but she steps forward. You catch her eyeing a wolf form with tentative interest. She reaches out, pressing her fingers against it, testing the fabric.

“Is it meant to be a weapon, in some form?” she asks, brow furrowed as she studies the unstuffed dragon. “Or perhaps a token of one’s own might?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Not everything has to be practical or powerful. Sometimes it’s about making something that’s just… comforting.”

She looks back at the dragon, her expression softening as she regards it anew. “I see,” she murmurs, her voice thoughtful. “Then I shall make one to remember today.”

She selects the dragon and turns to you, a fierce determination in her eyes.

“Teach me the steps,” she says, her gaze unwavering.

You guide her to the stuffing station, where she stares down at the soft white fluff in a bowl with suspicion. “I am to… stuff this inside?”

“Exactly,” you reply, hiding your amusement. “Not too much—just enough to make it firm, but still soft.”

Tentatively, she picks up a handful of stuffing, pressing it into the wolf’s paw with a careful touch. Her fingers are precise, almost delicate, as she works, and a look of intense concentration settles on her face. She pauses after every handful, inspecting the stuffed limbs with the same scrutiny she would a weapon.

“This is… peculiar,” she mutters. But you catch a faint, almost shy smile as she adjusts the amount of stuffing in the dragon’s chest. “It feels… satisfying. Like I’m bringing it to life in my hands.”

A pleased warmth fills you as you watch her. “That’s exactly it. You’re creating something all your own.”

Once she’s satisfied with the dragon’s form, you lead her to the table with the tiny outfits. A gleam lights up her eyes as she picks up a miniature set of armor. She turns it over in her hands, inspecting every detail with an approving nod.

“It must be prepared for battle, no?” she says, a slight smirk pulling at her lips. “I shall dress it as a proper warrior.”

You can’t help but chuckle as she fastens the tiny armor to the dragon, adjusting each strap and piece with surprising care. She’s meticulous, making sure each detail is perfect, and once she’s finished, she sets the dragon in her hands, admiring her work with the kind of satisfaction you rarely see from her.

“It is… strong,” she says, almost to herself. “This little creature is a warrior in spirit, even if it is soft.”

“It’s wonderful,” you say, smiling as you watch her. “You’ve made it your own.”

She glances up, meeting your eyes, and there’s a flicker of something vulnerable and uncertain in her gaze. She’s quiet for a moment, as if searching for the right words.

“I would not have thought such a thing could bring me pride,” she admits, her voice barely a murmur. “Yet, I feel… pleased. Proud, even.”

You squeeze her hand gently, warmth blooming in your chest.

“Sometimes it’s the small, simple things that hold the most meaning,” you say softly. She nods, a faint smile breaking through her usual stoic expression. Holding her dragon in one hand, she stands a little taller, her expression resolute but happy.

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Shadowheart:

The moment you mention the quaint little shop in Rivington, you can tell Shadowheart’s interest is piqued, though she tries to hide it behind a smirk and a dismissive shrug.

“A shop where you… what, create cuddly animals?” she asks, her tone laced with feigned boredom. “Seems a touch childish, don’t you think?”

But you catch the glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. You know she’s intrigued, maybe even more than she’d like to admit.

“Oh, come on,” you say with a playful grin. “When’s the last time we got to do something just for fun? Something with absolutely no stakes?”

She rolls her eyes, but as you lead her through the cobblestone streets, she follows without complaint. The shop, tucked away on a quiet side street, looks like something out of a storybook: warm lights flicker in the windows, and a small wooden sign hangs overhead, painted with cheerful little animals. Inside, the scent of lavender and something faintly sweet fills the air, and rows upon rows of empty plush forms line the shelves, waiting to be chosen.

Shadowheart gives a slow, deliberate look around, taking in the variety of options. She walks down an aisle lined with all kinds of forms: bears, cats, wolves, dragons, even strange hybrid creatures with mismatched features. She scoffs softly, crossing her arms.

“So, we just… pick one?” Her tone is nonchalant, but you can tell she’s trying not to give away how interested she actually is.

“Yes,” you say, smiling as you pick up a little wolf form. “Then we stuff it and dress it up however we want. Come on, don’t tell me you’re not even a little tempted.”

She eyes the wolf form in your hand with a carefully controlled expression, her lips pressed together.

“I suppose… it wouldn’t hurt to look.” She glances around, fingers trailing along the shelf before she stops in front of a plush raven. There’s something in the way she touches it, like she’s drawn to it despite herself.

After a moment’s hesitation, she picks it up, turning it over in her hands.

“I suppose this one could look… decent, with the right touches,” she says, her voice betraying the slightest hint of excitement.

The two of you make your way over to the stuffing station, where a large, clear bin of soft, fluffy filling waits. Shadowheart takes a handful, testing the texture between her fingers.

“So, we’re supposed to fill it up ourselves?” she asks, glancing at you as though to gauge your response.

“Yes. It’s all in your hands.” You give her an encouraging smile. “And you can make it as firm or as soft as you like. It’s all about what feels right.”

Shadowheart starts carefully stuffing the raven, pressing the fluff into its wings and body with surprising precision. She even mutters to herself, adjusting the softness and shape until she’s satisfied, her expression a mix of concentration and determination. You watch, amused and touched by the amount of care she’s putting into it.

After she’s finished, she holds it up, scrutinizing her handiwork.

“It looks… surprisingly well-made,” she says, her tone faintly smug. “Now, for the clothes?”

You lead her over to the table filled with tiny outfits, and her eyes light up, though she tries to keep her excitement subdued. She picks up a little cloak, examining its stitching and material with a critical eye, then selects a small leather satchel, a tiny hat, and even a pair of soft boots.

“It should look dignified, don’t you think?” she says, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She seems entirely absorbed, mixing and matching accessories with the precision of someone assembling armor.

“You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?” you tease gently.

She scoffs, but there’s no real venom behind it. “It’s hardly my fault they have such a selection,” she retorts, adjusting the tiny cloak around the raven’s shoulders. “It’s… surprisingly satisfying, I suppose.”

Finally, after making the perfect adjustments, she holds up the finished plush raven, a look of genuine pride on her face. It’s dressed as a miniature adventurer, complete with a tiny leather satchel, a cloak that’s a tad oversized, and a determined look on its embroidered face. She looks at it for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“It’s perfect,” she says, voice soft and full of a quiet satisfaction. “Almost like it’s ready to go out and explore the world.”

You grin, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest as you watch her.

“It suits you,” you say gently. “And it’s nice to see you letting yourself enjoy something like this.”

Shadowheart meets your eyes, a small flush rising to her cheeks.

“Well… it’s nice to know you can still surprise me,” she murmurs, slipping her hand into yours. She keeps the raven held close, cradling it like something precious as you head back out into the streets of Rivington.

As you leave, she gives you a sidelong glance, her eyes sparkling with a rare, unguarded happiness.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, and you can tell she means it with all her heart.

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Jaheira:

When you suggest stopping by the little shop in Rivington—the one where you can create your own custom cuddly toy—Jaheira gives you a skeptical look.

"Stuffed animals? Really?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, her usual composed demeanor fully intact. “I hardly think I’m the kind for such things.”

“Come on,” you say, nudging her gently. “When’s the last time you did something purely for fun? Humor me?”

She sighs, giving you a knowing look, but she lets you lead her inside. The shop is warm and cozy, its shelves lined with plush forms of all shapes and sizes—bears, wolves, cats, even mythical creatures like dragons and griffons. The air is filled with the subtle scent of lavender, and soft music plays in the background, giving the place an inviting charm.

Jaheira looks around, still skeptical, but there’s a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“So, we’re to choose one of these?” she asks, reaching out to touch a small bear form, fingers brushing it with mild curiosity.

“Not just choose one,” you say. “We’ll stuff it ourselves, dress it up however we like. They even have little accessories.”

Jaheira rolls her eyes, but you catch a glint of interest there. She scans the shelves, fingers grazing various forms before settling on a plush owl, its round, unstuffed body and large eyes staring up at her.

“An owl… wise, elegant,” she muses, her gaze softening. “Yes, this one will do.”

You lead her to the stuffing station, where a large bin of soft, fluffy filling awaits. Jaheira takes a handful, examining the texture with surprising interest.

“So we’re to fill it ourselves?” she asks, a hint of intrigue in her tone.

“Yes,” you say with a grin. “You get to decide exactly how it feels. It’s all about personal touch.”

She gives you a playful, exasperated look before she starts stuffing the owl, pressing the fluff into its wings and round belly with precise, deliberate motions. She frowns with concentration as she adjusts the softness, her hands moving deftly, each handful placed with care. It’s a rare sight to see her so focused on something so simple, and you can’t help but feel a swell of affection as you watch her.

After a few minutes, she holds up the now-plush owl, looking pleased.

“I’d say it’s rather well-done, wouldn’t you?” she asks, her voice a bit smug, as if she’s somehow mastered the art of toy-stuffing.

“It’s perfect,” you reply with a grin. “But it still needs clothes. Come on, let’s pick out an outfit.”

Jaheira huffs, but she follows you over to the display of tiny outfits. She begins sorting through them, her initial hesitance quickly replaced by enthusiasm.

“This owl deserves something… dignified, don’t you think?” she murmurs, selecting a tiny, hooded cloak with a deep green color reminiscent of her own attire. She finds a small leather belt with a matching satchel, then carefully places a miniature staff alongside the owl.

“It looks like a little adventurer,” you say, amused by how much thought she’s putting into each detail.

“Yes, it does,” she replies, adjusting the cloak and tilting the owl’s head slightly. She’s smiling, her eyes alight with an excitement that’s both playful and genuine. “This little owl is ready for any quest. Maybe it can take on the lands beyond the grove,” she says with a chuckle, clearly amused by her own vision.

For the finishing touch, she finds a tiny brooch shaped like a leaf, pinning it to the owl’s cloak.

She steps back, arms crossed, surveying her creation with a look of pure satisfaction. “There. A proper representation of our calling,” she says, almost as if she’s evaluating an ally in battle.

You can’t help but laugh, the sound warm and affectionate. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this… enthused.”

She narrows her eyes, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

“I… suppose it’s rather charming,” she admits, her voice soft. “It’s been some time since I did something purely for amusement. Not that I’ll admit it freely,” she adds, casting you a wry smile.

As you both make your way out of the shop, she cradles the owl against her chest, its little cloak fluttering slightly with each step. She holds it with a tenderness that surprises you, and it’s a glimpse of the warmth and gentleness she usually guards so carefully. You reach over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and she leans into your side with a quiet sigh. Content. Happy.

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OOOOooo so probably a bit ooc and very cracky but i figured with whats going on in the world we needed some of this. Hope you guys enjoyed it! - Seluney xox

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Jungkook

W.D.Y.W.F.M [Prelude]

Jungkook could've adopted anybody else, really. He's gotten to know a lot of hybrids left and right during his time at the carecenter and foster homes- low maintenance ones, friendly ones, ones that are easy to be around. So why would he want you?

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Fox Hybrid!Reader, mentions of trauma, Reader isn't cute & cuddly in this at all, manhandling (not the spicy kind), sort of brat-tamer Jungkook but not in the kinky way if that makes sense? This is set about four years back when he didn't have any tattoos nor facial piercings since this is a prelude to the main story

Length: 3.4k words

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A/N: so many were upset I'm not writing any more hybrid jk stories so yum yum the appetizer is served hope you're hungry

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Jeon Jungkook is stupid.

You don't like him, you don't like his staff running around, you don't like his managers eyeing you constantly like you're some serial killer waiting to strike. It's not like you've got any issue with him- you just don't like people like him, easy and simple. Idols have been at this shelter before, and all of them have simply taken some photos, played around with the toddlers or easy to handle hybrids, before they'd leave and take all the plus points for their image.

It's pretty much a running joke amongst more permanent residents like you are- because funnily enough, all Idols prior have all had some sort of scandal before they'd filmed here. From bullying allegations, to dating rumors or even drug scandals- you wonder what he's got caught up in to end here.

But honestly, what's it to you anyways.

You can see him look at you with his stupid round eyes, a caretaker next to him explaining something while motioning towards her neck. They're probably talking about your bright red collar that you have to wear whenever you've got visitors like him- a warning sign that'll hopefully keep him at distance from you, because you really don't want to deal with his shit at all. He's the first male Idol that's come here in a long time, so he might try and act tough- but god knows you won't let him have that.

You won't be used ever again.

Your look at him with an almost satisfied look when he's held back by the caretaker, his attempt at walking towards you denied by her as she shakes her head and leads him somewhere else. He's looking back at you, and there's an odd look on his face before he turns around and follows her presumably to the younger hybrids.

Good for him.

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Turns out there was no reason for him to be here except pure curiosity on his part.

He's been apparently searching for a hybrid to take in for a bit now, and has decided on his own to improve the shelters reputation by not only donating a huge shit ton of money to it, but also by filming his experience in a more VLog style format. You can see the microphone he has had on his shirt gone at this point, and you're not sure why.

Won't his managers want to listen in on what he says, so they can monitor him?

You're pretty sure he's got his eyes on one of the pretty cat hybrids. Yumi is her name, and you can see why he'd want her- she's incredibly pretty and comes originally from a good home- only given into government care because her owner had to undergo surgery and couldn't take care of her any longer. She's nice- a bit arrogant sometimes, out of touch with reality due to her rather expensive lifestyle, but maybe it'll fit him. He's living the same lavish life as well, after all.

Luxury isn't something you know.

You watch as some hybrids outside play tag, and you wish you could join in. But you can't- you always play too rough the caretakers complain, and most importantly, you're not allowed outside without a caretaker present anyways. So you just huff to yourself, and watch from your spot.

"Do you want something particular for lunch?" Someone asks, and you snap your head around, not having noticed him coming so close. He immediately backs off a step with palms open, an attempt at trying to soothe you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle youm" He apologizes.

You don't answer.

"Miss Kim wanted to know what you wanted for lunch?" He asks again, and you shrug silently. You don't care what you're getting. You stopped caring long ago.

"Dont care." You say, and he's got the audacity to laugh.

"I don't think 'don't care' is on the menu today." He jokes.

You don't react. He doesn't seem fazed. His joke is lame. Does this shit work usually for him? Probably, but they only laugh because he's got the money.

He takes your silence as your conversation finished, and so he just nods respectfully, before leaving you be again.

And at lunch, you notice that you've got a bit more rice than usual in your bowl.

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Jungkook is loud.

He laughs a lot, plays with many hybrids without any sense of how he looks like, doesn't seem to be bothered by any of it. But he's also started to talk to you, and you honestly don't know if you like or hate it.

"Come on, everyone's got a favorite food." Jungkook laughs, having sat down with you today instead of the other hybrids. You're not sure why. The cameras aren't even running, he's not vlogging anything, no microphone attached to him. Or maybe that's exactly why he wants to interact with you now. Cause you're not pretty enough to be in one of his idol videos.

You shrug, not answering him. "..dunno." You mumble, before you look at one of the careworkers accepting the daily food delivery from a worker. "Chicken? Maybe.." You say, just so he can finally shut up and leave. But he doesn't.

He instead smiles, probably even fueled now that you've interacted with him. Well, fuck.

"Ah, I like chicken too." He agrees. "Very good choice. I think you're having Chicken for dinner today?" He wonders, and you nod, more or less to yourself, holding onto your tail. "How long have you been here?" He asks, and you shrug again.

"Dunno." You answer, yet again. "Long." You say.

"Never had been adopted?" He wonders, and you scoff.

"No one want's something like me." You say, picking at your tail. "Not when there's.. so many pretty cats and dogs around.. that don't tear up furniture n' stuff." You say with a pout, making him smile in sympathy.

The careworkers have already told him about you. Where you came from, how long you've been here, why you'll probably stay here- you came here very young from an exotic breeding program, stayed here because of severe behavioral issues. No one wants to deal with you- just like you said.

Jungkook himself however, feels different. You just seem a bit lost, out of place, unsure of everything. With a bit of work, a leading hand, and a good environment, you'd surely blossom into a lovely companion.

Though, hours later, he's confronted with what 'severe behavioral issues' can mean.

You're up in a tree.

It's by your own choice- you love being up here, where no one can do anything but watch as you're out of reach. It's a little moment of control you get, a tiny glimpse of choice- but of course, this stupid idol boy has to ruin that for you.

Most caretakers are either too old or too short to reach you- but Jungkook is neither of those things, as he grabs a small step ladder and reaches out to you. "Please come down, okay?" He says. "No one's mad-" he tries, but you don't let him.

"Bullshit." You scoff at him, moving your foot away from his reaching hand. "They're all pissed I'm up here." You huff angrily.

"No, they're all worried that you're up here." He corrects you. "We don't want you to fall down and hurt yourself-"

"I won't." You simply say. "I'm capable enough."

"I believe you." He says, making you falter a bit in your aggressive state. "But I also think that you should come down." He tells you.

"Well, and I think I'll stay up here." You deny, turning to climb even higher.

It's when his hand grabs your ankle.

"Hey!" You hiss, trying to pull away- but fuck, he's strong.

"I'm sorry, but you're not leaving me with much choice." He apologizes, before pulling, effectively getting you out of the short tree, pulling your body against his as he steps down from the ladder. He can feel something scratch his biceps- probably you, since you're actively trying as hard as you can to escape his grip. It's not the typical tamper tantrum a toddler would do- no. He knows this type of behavior.

It's fear.

So he makes sure to hold onto you even when back inside, making sure you don't just run off and possibly try and escape through the backyard again- caretakers closing the doors before he even thinks about letting go of you. It makes him think if you just simply aren't used to close physical contact at all- because you're trembling, while simultaneously frozen solid.

What happened to you to make you this way?

"I'm sorry, okay?" He tells you, but you don't answer- not that he'd expected you to. "Just wanted to let you know." He hums, before he loosens his grip, letting you instantly stumble away, hurrying out of everyone's sight and into one of the hiding tents set up for the more anti-social hybrids.

And he doesn't see you for the rest of the day.

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The next day, he's not even properly in yet, when he's already being talked to about what happened yesterday- mainly cause the careworker probably saw him search for you amongst the tired hybrids waking up from their naps.

"She refused to eat dinner after you left." The careworker tells him as he puts his bag down, and Jungkook lowers his brows in confusion.

"Why?" He wonders, unsure. You're not very attached to him, rarely interact openly with anybody let alone him- and he's realized it might simply be because you don't like him and his rather bubbly personality that much.

"I think it might be self-punishment for what happened yesterday." She sighs, pointing to the large bandaid covering his biceps- your scratch no longer hurting at all, the cover just on it for hygiene's sake. "She feels guilty."

"But it wasn't her fault?" He asks, not sure why you'd take the blame for things so far out of your control. "I knew what I'd potentially get myself into when I offered to bring her back inside- and she didn't get me that bad anyways." He shrugs, and the worker nods.

"Well, she certainly doesn't see it that way." She says, giving Jungkook his name tag and vest so he can start his last week, cameras at this point no longer really filming much since they've got plenty of content to work with. "You did great, honestly- handled her really well, but she might feel embarrassed now that you've witnessed her outbursts on yourself rather than just from afar." She explains, and he sighs to himself. He instantly searches for you amongst the hybrids, greeting almost everyone fleetingly as his eyes scan the environment.

He spots you sitting in a corner, observing rather than joining in- just like you always do.

"Hey-" he carefully squats down a respectful distance away from you, casually patting his bandaid once he spots you staring at it. "-all by yourself again?" He wonders, and you just shrug.

You don't answer him, crossing your arms instead.

"Heard you skipped dinner yesterday." He asks casually, sitting down now to engage in conversation. He knows that you get antsy when confronted like this- but you have to learn somehow. Everyone just wrapping you in cotton won't help you long term.

"Wasn't hungry." You mumble, avoiding eye contact. Why does he have to talk to you? This is stupid.

"Lie." He chuckles. "You were talking about how much you liked chicken to me yesterday." He calls you out, and you just pull your knees closer to yourself, tail wrapping around them as well. "You didn't hurt me much at all, you know?" He offers softly after some time of just observing you.

"…still." You argue quietly, shaking your head. "Yumi is looking-"

"But I'm talking to you right now." Jungkook disagrees amused, keeping his attention on you. "You're not a bad person." He tells you, and you grow angry suddenly. Not at him- but at yourself, because why are you such a crybaby that you're crying about a simple sentence like that? He probably doesn't even mean it, he just says it for his stupid media-stunt he's pulling. "You wanna go eat breakfast with me?" He wonders, and you shake your head. "Too bad." He chuckles, reaching out his hand to touch your wrist, simply tapping his fingers against it. "Come on, up up, I'm hungry." He says, getting up-

But you don't follow.

"I don't want to." You deny, and he sighs, leaving you be. It's fine like this- you don't need him to play some sort of Savior for you, not at all. He can show off his kindness to his fan base or whatever, you don't really care at all. He's living his life, while you'll live yours- no matter how bland it might be.

A bowl is placed at your feet, another plate with a lot of food placed down as well. "Didn't know what you wanted so-" he explains, before sitting down again in front of you. "-I just got whatever I myself eat." He shrugs casually, starting to grab the first bite.

"Your microphone isn't on." You comment, pointing to the front of his shirt where it would typically sit.

"I know." He simply answers nonchalantly, continuing to eat. You start to lift your hand to bite at your fingers, and he reaches out without fear to gently pull your wrist away from your face, before pointing to the food. "Eat. Or do you want something else?" He wonders, but you shake your head.

You are hungry.

"…'m sorry." You tell him with a crack in your voice, and he nods at you with a smile.

"I know." He answers truthfully, reaching out to tap one of your droopy ears. "But you don't have to be." He shrugs, unknowingly surprising a careworker watching from the sidelines. You're pretty jumpy with contact- you hate fast movements, loud noises, sudden things you're not prepared for. He himself notices as well- the way you flinch on instinct as he reaches out to you.

But you don't immediately try and defend yourself against him, and that's new.

Jungkook has, up until this point, simply never given you any reason to fear him. He's not very careful, very fidgety, and a little loud whenever he gets excited- but he's also gentle, and doesn't hold any bad intentions.

Though that doesn't mean that you trust him- at least not yet.

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"I don't wanna." You deny, as he holds out your bright red collar to you. "Go take Yumi." You huff, and he sighs, letting his head hang for a second before he picks himself up.

"I don't want to go out with Yumi, I wanna go out with you." He makes sure to emphasize, holding the collar out again. "So let's go outside." He offers.

"Outside is.." You look out the window. It's sunny, pretty warm, a light breeze. There's no reason to not go outside- except one. "I.. get too excited." You say quietly, shrinking in on yourself.

"That's what the collar is for." He gently tells you. "So we can track you if you get lost- though I'll keep my eye on you at all times." The idol tells you in a playfully warning tone, making you look at him.

"What if I bite you?" You ask, and he shrugs. "Or scratch you again-"

"Then that's on me." He says, putting the collar forwards again. "You're so scared of yourself, and I want you to see that there's no reason for it." He tells you.

"There's plenty of reasons." You start arguing.

"Okay, listen." His voice is suddenly holds a lot more.. authority, and it makes your ears stand up, whole body a bit tense. "Do you want to go outside, yes or no." He asks.

"I can-" You start, he shakes his head.

"Yes or no." He demands, and you look at him with ears down low now in clear submission.

"…yes." You answer, and he chuckles, not just because you're so cute, but because that small little thing he did with you pretty much tells him everything he needs to know about you. So he carefully reaches out and clips the collar around your neck, before he gets up to open the door, going outside with you.

And not even an hour in, he realizes what you meant with 'too excited'.

It's absolutely adorable.

You're chirping at the birds in the trees, ocassionally having to be reminded that no, you can't climb them, and other times you run off to hunt a stray squirrel or two- but you're not difficult to handle for him, really. Especially once he brings out a rubber ball to kick, you get absolutely hyper, running after it and kicking it back and forth with him, tail wagging and your laughter filling the garden.

But it's only after you both play tag, you running into him as you catch him, both of you lying in the grass with heavy breathing that he realizes that he's found what he'd been looking for. You're still so full of happy excitement that you probably don't even realize you're hugging him, clinging onto him with a wagging tail, and he's sure that yes-

you're the one.

You're perfect for him.

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"Huh?" You ask, completely caught off guard.

Sure, you've both gotten closer overall during the few weeks he's been here- going outside, even going shopping together as some sort of 'desensitization activity', eating together- and yeah, you've grown to like him, actually. But he's talking about fostering. And fostering is the first step towards permanent adoption.

Why would he want you?

"I want to take you home with me. See how you'll like it." He simply says, leaning on his hands behind his back, casually giving you the news. "I'll have some schedules, so it'll be pretty much exactly how it'd be if I was to permanently take you home- and I wanna see if you're cool with that." He explains.

"But.." You start, unsure. "What if I-" You start, and he dramatically lets himself fall onto the floor.

"I've got insurance for my home, if you break something we'll fix it or replace it, if you bite me I'll bite you back, if you scratch me I'll put a bandaid on it, if you run off I'll tag you with my phone app. Did I miss anything?" He asks, and you look at him with furrowed brows.

"You'll bite me back?" You ask confused, and he laughs.

"Yep!" He simply says. "So?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"I can't.. really tell you what to do." You mumble, again not looking at him.

"Hey." He suddenly says, pulling on the tip of your tail- something that he knows isn't something anyone can do without risking a reaction from you. "Look at me." He demands gently, and you do, though it's slightly awkward with him laying on the floor like that. Still, he manages to make you feel his dominance- not physically, but different. Mentally. "Do you want to come home with me, yes or no. You know the game at this point." He chuckles.

"…yes." You softly answer, and he grins at that.

Instantly getting up to get all the paperwork ready.

[thebluestbluewords]

five golden rings

poly ot4 because I know what I’m about. A little holiday repost.

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Evie owns a lot of jewelry. 

What she doesn’t own, however, is the golden ring that’s sitting on the top of her jewelry box. It’s a nice ring, small and gold and with a little round blue stone set into it. 

There’s no note, but it’s a nice ring, and it goes perfectly with the glittery skirt that Evie’s had on the top of her to-be-worn pile for ages, so she slips it on her right hand. Her starstone droplet earrings match as well, and the soft sweater with the embroidery on the collar is the perfect blend of cute and cozy that she needs for the last week of school before the holidays. 

Outfit selected, Evie throws a slipper at Mal on her way to the bathroom. 

“Fuck’ff,” the blanket lump on Mal’s bed mumbles. “Too cold.” 

“Too bad!” Evie calls back. “Get your dragon butt moving or I’m going to open all the windows and let it snow on you!” 

“Mmrgh,” Mal groans, instead of answering. “Mgreeb.” 

Glitter eyeshadow is so outdated, even for the holidays. “Did you leave me a ring, babe?” Evie asks as she’s putting on her liner, and Mal is stumbling her way out of bed. “It’s cute.” 

Mal presses her face into Evie’s shoulder and mumbles something inaudible. Her hair is sticking up into two little cowlick spikes like her mother’s horns, and it’s kind of adorable. 

“Do you think I should wear the cherry red or the mahogany today?” Evie wonders, holding up the two lipsticks. “Babe?” 

“Cherry,” Mal mumbles, and leans around for a kiss. “Tastes better.” 

“Of course.” 

“And I didn’t leave the ring,” Mal adds. “It’s from Jay.” 

“It’s cute, I’ll have to tell him he has good taste for once.” Evie says, lifting up her hand to admire it. “I almost want to layer more, but it shines so well alone too.” 

Mal bonks her head into Evie’s cheek. “I would wait on layering any more,” she says, and presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You never know what else might show up.” 

“Oh?” 

Another kiss. Distracting. “I just think,” Mal says, between pecks that are getting deeper each time. “That there might be,” Another kiss. “More to the present than,” a deeper kiss, lingering. “Just this one.” 

Evie puts down her lipstick and returns the favor. “You think so?” she says, almost teasing. “Sure nobody put him up to it?” 

“Gifting is about bringing joy to others,” Mal says loftily. “And if I find joy in giving other people gift ideas then it’s none of your business how that happens.” 

Evie laughs, and keeps laughing all the way through her morning routine. 

*

There’s another ring in her pencil case. Still gold, but this time with a little red stone. Square cut, and matching the blue one. Evie slips it on her finger just before she picks up her pencil for the final history lecture of the semester. 

*

A third ring, this time clipped around the ring of her chemistry binder. A diamond shaped stone, black as the night and glittering with internal crystals. 

*

The fourth ring has a pale purple stone, cut into an oval. It stacks on with the others, a little progression of bright shapes and shining gold bands up the pale skin of her finger. It comes slipped into the top of her bag just after lunch, as she’s rushing to her next class and worrying about the end-of-year quiz she’s going to have to finish out the day. 

It makes her smile, which is worth a lot more than the little piece of metal and stone’s monetary value. Worth more than a castle, the love that she has for her little family. 

Auradon has made her soft for affection, and it’s not a bad feeling. 

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“Hey princess,” Jay says later. Evie is washed up for bed now, soft and wearing her cozy dressing gown that she made herself before they came over to the land of fairy-tale endings. “I have something for you.” 

Evie looks up at him, this wonderful boy who finds things just for her, even when they lived on an island with nothing of real value except for the people it contained. “Jaybird,” she says softly. Just for the two of them. Mal and Carlos don’t need to know that they’re being emotionally vulnerable over here. “Thank you.” 

Jay doesn't really blush, but he ducks his head.“It’s just a little thing,” he says, like an apology. “This one isn’t as nice as the others.” 

Evie stops her restless fingers from playing with the other four, which she’s still wearing, stacked up on her right ring finger like the treasure that they are. “And I’m not as nice as the other princesses,” she says. “Since when has that ever stopped us?” 

“True,” Jay says, and opens his hand for her. “Here it is. Five golden rings, delivered just for you, Princess.” 

Evie scoops up the fifth ring. It’s a plain gold band, much like the others. The stone set in this one is clear, shaped like a heart, and with a crack running through it. She slips it onto her finger, settling it right where it belongs at the top of the stack. 

She holds out her hand, and Jay scoops it up to press a kiss to her knuckles. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the stones. “Fairest girl I’ve ever seen.” 

“Charmer.” Evie shoots back. “Flattery will get you– oh!” 

Jay pulls back. “Do you want me to stop?” 

It’s so easy to pull him back in for one more kiss. “Never,” Evie whispers against his lips. “Never-ever-ever.” 

[amber-tortoiseshell]

Black tortoiseshell blotched tabby harlequin

Genotype: A_ B_ C_ D_ __ E_ ii kk mcmc Oo spsp titi wsws (occasionally wsw) Wb_ wb'wb'

Synonym submission: Calico

Submitter: @geeselouise

Propaganda:

Our Calico is the most friendly cat in the whole world- she greets all our neighbours in the apartment complex at the gate and walks them to their flats. She checks in on our elderly neighbour at night to make sure she's okay, and she makes best friends with all the local children who call her name and she will wake up from a nap to come play with them. She is a rescue and an absolute darling delight who has made the whole neighborhood more friendly to one another. Nellie for president!

Black with white

Genotype: aa B_ C_ D_ __ E_ ii kk __ oo/o- __ wsw __ __

Synonym submission: Tuxedo, Tuxedo!!!!!, Messy tuxedo cats (black or grey with a white chest (jacket and shirt) and paws (gloves) and sometimes parts of the face (beard and/or mustache)

Submitter: @ladyhatty, @fenkaline, @catboymettaton, @overgrown-ruins

Propaganda:

Tuxies, a beautiful and ridiculous color patterning of well dressed kitty. They're distinguished, beautiful, and ready for a fancy party. But these are not the cats I bring to your attention. No. These cats have already been to the party. Their fine vest is askew, their mustache is pointing in two different directions, their socks have holes. This is a fancy cat who has lived! While their fine tuxedo remains it will never be the fine fancy suit it once was, it is now full of stories and probably more than a few spilled drinks.

They're so dapper and always ready for a party. They look really cute wearing a collar that has a little bow on it. :D

Always classy! Very underrated!!

[shinestarhwaa]

Pancakes || P. SH

Genre: Fluff

Word count:

Pairing: Mom!reader x boyfriend!Seonghwa

Warnings/tags: reader is a mom, reader got pregnant from a one night stand, talking about having children, I don't think there's anything you need a TW for lol it's a soft n fluffy scenario

'Pancakes are for the soul'

If someone would've told you six years ago you'd be strolling in the park with your new boyfriend and lovely six year old daughter you'd say they were crazy.

The day you found out you were pregnant, you thought you could never do this, being a single mom.

You had gone a little crazy that one summer, had become a little rambunctious. You remember clubbing a lot, partying nearly every night, and having several hookups.

You never imagined you'd get pregnant, but you did. There was no way of knowing who the father was, so you had no choice but to raise your baby alone.

The first years were hard on you, although your beautiful and cute daughter Jiwoo did so well, you felt incredibly lonely.

You didn't have time to go out, you started to work from home and barely even went outside for a walk, just because you were so tired.

That was until you got to send Jiwoo off to school. That was when you met Seonghwa, Jiwoo's kindergarten teacher. Or as Jiwoo said; "the best pancake baker in the world."

The moment you laid your eyes on him you felt something inside you, like a burning desire. It wasn't sexual, maybe a little cause he was definitely looking fine as hell, but for the first time in forever you found yourself having a crush. You wouldn't mind eating his pancake, you had thought.

One thing led to another and on one day you went from talking to kissing, from kissing to dates, and those dates created a beautiful love between the two of you.

You had become inseperable. First it was hard, dating him and not telling Jiwoo, but when she caught you hugging and kissing one day at a school party, she was over the moon exited.

Jiwoo never had a dad, or a dad figure, but she was familiar with Seonghwa. Soon he started coming over, sleeping over, and Seonghwa became part of her.

It only took a few more months after that for Seonghwa to move into your home, with Jiwoo's blessing.

"Yes! I want Seonghwa to live here. I could have his pancakes any day!"

You had always wondered what Jiwoo's obsession was with those pancakes, only to find out Seonghwa had baked them once at school for the kids and now secretly brings them to class just for Jiwoo to eat.

"Pancakes are for the soul," he had said, laughing, "they're so nice and fluffy. They make people happy."

You scolded him for letting her eat them so much, but you also couldn't help but laugh at her cute round cheeks, stuffed with another pancake.

Today was a rather sunny Saturday in March, and you had decided it'd be good for the three of you to take a good walk outside.

The sun shone through the clouds and fell on your soft skin beautifully. Seonghwa kissed your cheek from time to time during walking.

You sighed happily, taking his hand, softly brushing against the soft material of his coat.

Jiwoo had picked Seonghwa's outfit today. She liked it when he wore a baret.

The three of you strolled through the park, Jiwoo running around and playing with random things she finds on the ground.

You sat down on a bench with him, as you watched Jiwoo play with a cat that was walking around.

"Honey?" Seonghwa asked

You looked at him, fixing the collar of his jacket slightly. "Yes, Hwa?"

"I know we aren't married, but... have you ever thought of having more children? With me?"

It didn't necissarily come as a huge surprise to you. Seonghwa loves kids and he always has. You know he treats Jiwoo as his own daughter, but it would mean the world to him to have one of his own.

You thought about it a little too long, leaving Seonghwa looking very unsure about what he just asked.

"I'd love to have children with you one day, when we'll be married," you smiled. The worry on his face faded away, leaving room for a cute smile.

"I suppose we're gonna have to start thinking about marriage then," he grinned, "Will we have pancakes at the reception?"

"Only if you bake them."

[because-she-goes]

gallery

warnings: light swearing, matty being jealous, otherwise fluff. Enjoy!

Matty nervously straightened his tie, running a hand through his perfectly gelled salt and pepper curls. Sitting on their bed, and facing the bathroom door, he hears the blow dryer whirring and Nora singing softly to her music. His knee bounces in anxiety, checking his watch to ensure they are not late for her big night. The gallery down the street from them in London was putting on an exhibition of local artists, one of them being his very own Nora Downey. A small gallery sure, but that didn’t matter to Nora. In the bathroom, she was gleaming as she put on her suit. Matty had pulled a few strings with some fashion people he knew and got in contact with Thom Browne who agreed to make suits for the lovely couple. Nora’s being a beautiful, buttery soft camel brown wool one with gentle round shoulders and blonde lapels. Matty’s being a navy-grey pin stripe with matching tie. Both haven’t seen the other’s suit since she had to attend meetings for the event and Matty was in New York at the time of the fittings while hers were with the brand’s UK team here in London. She smoothed over her collar one last time and pouted her lips, touching up the nude lipstick she had selected, emphasis being her cinnamon eyes. Hearing the door knob to the bathroom shuffle, Matty fixes himself like a schoolboy about to take his crush to the prom. He clears his throat and out walks the most dazzling woman he has ever seen. His heart for real skips several beats. He holds a hand to it and his elbows drop to his knees. He can’t believe her. He can’t believe she is his. In awe, his hand now rests on his lower lip.

As if she couldn’t be any more perfect, she says in her peach sweet voice, “Ya know one day you’re gonna catch flies in your mouth if you gape at me like that all the time.” She teases him. He blushes tomato red. All the bravado and machismo of Truman Black slides off him like a sheet, revealing the adorably soft and sentimental Matty Healy. Not that she would ever tell anyone he gets like this around her, she finds it too cute to share – wanting to keep this boy-like wonder only known to her. Her sweet Matty. “Lookin’ sharp, handsome.” She compliments, now pulling him up by the tie for a kiss. His cheeks now crimson.

“Y-You as well, Honey. My god, I feel like marrying you all over again. You’re so beautiful, baby. Leaves me speechless. I can’t believe your my date to this tonight, that I get to walk you in and take your coat and kiss you all night. Now, shall we be on our way, Mrs. Healy?” He praises her as if she is god herself and adding the question she’s been dreaming of him to ask her since they started dating all those moons ago.

“Why, yes. Yes, we shall, Mr. Healy!” He sighs contently, hearing the title roll off her tongue with ease – like she had always been meant to say it.

at the gallery:

“Handsome, look at this one! You have to get a picture infront of it, please?” Nora asks as she sees a sign that says “you don’t have to look like a twat to be an artist.” Matty roles his eyes and stays cemented in his spot. “Oh come on, its funny! It’ll be over in a second then you can go back to pouting, and you might get a reward…” She bribes. He begrudgingly goes and stands infront of the sign pulling a face. Nora laughs in victory and sends it to him. “Oh the fans are gonna love that one, baby.” She says to him teasing. Then she spots someone a few feet away…

“Matty, this is Linda from Tate Modern. She is who I met in Vegas. I think someone told me they may be putting some of my art in there next spring!” Nora pulls him towards the older woman. Matty hasn’t understood a single thing anyones said the entire evening – the only word he’s recognized anyone say so far is postmodernism, but that was a given. Matty is just ticking down the minutes until the gallery presents each artist and lets them explain their work presented that evening. Now thinking, he hasn’t heard Nora’s speech - she must be terrified. Matty kinda loses focus of their conversation after greeting the woman and when he comes back into himself, Nora is no longer with him but talking to a guy across the hall. Suddenly much more interested in the evening and feeling much more flirtatious, he walks with a swagger in his step towards Nora and the mystery man who is standing a bit too close to her for Matty’s liking.

“Oh honey, this is Calvin from the Metropolitan Museum of Art! I knew him in college, he graduated the year before me.” Nora acting as the middle man here.

Calvin stretches out a hand – Matty clocks the Rolex watch a mile away, everything about the guy screaming rich douchebag. “Oh Nora, this must be your boyfriend Matthew, is it?” Matty wants to punch him. Badly. He eyes Nora, raising his eyebrows as if to say “is he for real?”She shrugs.

“Actually, I’m her husband, mate! And my name is Matty.” He spits, venom seeping through every syllable. Nora shivers, never seeing him so quiet, yet fuming. She then catches a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there a few seconds ago…jealousy? Nora delights, she’s never seen him jealous before so this should be fun.

“Oh, apologies. I believe the invitations said Matthew Healy and Nora Downey. Didn’t know you two were married!” Nora now notices how he didn’t even congratulate them? Nothing? They were newlyweds for gods sake, who doesn’t wish a happy couple a good future? Now, she is angry, but not over the invitation mishap, but his blatant disrespect towards her relationship. As if in sync, they both mutter under their breaths “oh for fuck’s sake..” They share a look and Matty smirks, getting an idea.

“Well, we must be taking our seats now… what with her being honored and all. How exactly did you get invited to this again, with being from an american gallery and all? And let’s be honest not even the good one. Mate, you and I both know the Guggenheim is leagues better. Anyways, have an… evening!”

Calvin bumbles. Matty has succeeded, wrapping his arm around Nora’s neck and kissing her forehead they take their front-and-center seats. She giggles at how possessive he can get on the flip of a dime.

“And our first honoree of the evening, the incomparable and tour de force of abstract and avant garde art, Nora Downey!” The crowd claps as Nora confidently steps forward. She’s practiced this so many times, she could do it in mandarin – well if Matty wasn’t staring at her, eyes locked onto her own. A shaky exhale, a fidget of her hands as she pulls her papers in front of her and places them on the glass podium.

“Avant garde – new, unusual or experimental ideas. In my works around this gallery I have aimed to deliver this message while connecting it to my own ideas of the word and how it relates to me as an artist, as a friend, as a daughter, as a wife.” She glares at Calvin as the last word leaves her lips. “What I have realized is that my life was relatively normal, going on the regular course of life events for a ‘painter’ or ‘abstract artist’ until I met my husband. I was on a work trip and met him after a meeting that evening, and in that moment my whole life was thrown off one course and onto another. Onto an avant-garde one. Off the typical often tragic life of an artist and onto one of being a human who not only made art, but was now able to experience a different form of it and saw that art progress from notion to production to promotion. I have had the incredible experience of seeing how one form of art can interplay with another and heighten the experience for the subject or viewer. I tried to accomplish some of that in my work – using text from literature, phrases from propaganda as well as my own paintings to create a larger, more thought provoking experience.

Now, if I may speak a bit about my inspirations and what brought this idea forward exactly and how I came up with these ideas, I’d like to mention my ever loving husband Matty Healy – a musician. He has taken my previously quiet, lonely, often nocturnal life and nourished it, accepted it, and supported it. He has turned my solitary and introspective life and made it into one that is lush and vibrant, one that is open to different experiences and expressions. He has taken me and my lifestyle and made me into the artist you see before you. Someone confident in my work, proud of it in all its flaws and imperfections and even someone who is no longer too modest or self-effacing to be honored at a gathering like this. He has helped me see not only my own value, but the value of my life’s work and for that I will never be able to thank or repay him enough. Matty, may the only words I speak for the rest of my life be I love you. Thank you again for the honor, everyone!” She exhales, eyes brimming with tears. She sees Matty’s eyes are also glassy and she melts. Every word from her speech being the whole truth, meaning every last letter with every fiber of her being. She knew all of this from the first second she laid eyes on him. She knew she loved him before even meeting him. She knew he was the love of her life like she knew her own name.

Everyone applauds again, Matty jumping to his feet teary-eyed. He couldn’t be prouder, happier, more excited for her. If anyone in his life deserves to have their work be praised and honored by their colleagues it is undoubtedly Nora. She is the most hardworking, passionate, interesting person he has ever come across. He recalls the countless nights of him bringing up mugs of peppermint tea and cookies to her studio while papers and sketches sprawled across the room, not even an inch for him to stand. He recalls all the nights where they would make love and suddenly he’d find a swatch of dried paint on her skin, paying special attention to it. He recalls the first time he ever went to one of these events where someone had bought her work and displayed it, in shock over how people would flock to the museum to see her art. How people would get her pieces or fragments of them permanently etched on their skin, how she cried each time she saw on on her social media or walking around New York and meeting a young art student who was a fan of her work.

He recalls the first time one of his own fans ever brought her up at a signing and how he blushed and gushed about her with the young college student. How he realized in that very moment that she is the most magnificent thing that has every happened to him. Without her, he would never be opened up to this world or half of the stuff he has made references to in his own art. Without her, his own work would be empty, desolate, robotic, completely without all the mattyisms it is known for today. Without her, he would be a shell of himself. It is dizzying how much he loves her. How he got lucky enough to call her his wife is a mystery to him, but for whatever god sent her to him he is thankful…

Thankful for his Nora. His wife.

[ginminowas]

grumpus designs addendummm

ANYWAYS. felt like doin a post talking abt how i draw the grumpuses or whatever for funsies bc im bored + since i did the design meme. lets go

in General : i draw them like furries, vaguely. which is fun because im not much of a furry artist so i have no idea what im doing and it shows. in general i give them sorta snouts in varying... snoutyness depending on their over/underbite. eg floofty, snorpy gramble and shelda have flatter faces while liz, lillow and wambus look like weird dogs, i guess. i draw them with human-shaped hands but put pawpads on them. sometimes. you could say i give them ears but to be honest they dont look functioning i just slap some squiggles on their heads and move on. i also give some of them tails. because i walk around irl like why dont i have a tail and well its their problem now.

I also give them more/detailed-er hair and clothes. character specific stuff below

Filbo is still just a guy. I mostly just slapped some freckles on him because I thought theyd be cute. in a spongebob kinda way. i put a hawaiian shirt on him. not pictured, i think he would have a little tuft of a tail. average goober

I draw Beffica with more... idk if id say realistic hair, but it’s less of a hat. as far as I can tell, her in-game model has orangeish-red eyes (color makes me think of ketchup), but I made them browner. not a lot of brown eyed characters in media but this is partially habit on my part coming from drawing genshin fanart (nobody has brown eyes). i made her nose heart shaped and put her in a off the shoulder shirt. she has a sort of... cheetah? pattern bc i think its cute.

Eggabell is round soft and pink. not as egg shaped in my style i suppose, but she prob looks more egg fullbody than just her bust lol. i like the ........ floofy thing ive seen ppl put on her so theres that, i also think she’d look cute w/ short hair. changed her med belt into a sort of... satchel lookin thing?

Liz. in the meme I forgot about her hat, LOL. I give her a ponytail haircut - she kinda looks like a wolf and less like a walrus I suppose... she’s muscular and scared from The Adventuring, and I put a vest thing on her. she still has the belt.

Wambus I made look a bit dilfy... kind of wolf shaped in my brain. him and Triffany feel like the types to be that thick beefy kind of muscled. gave him bushy eyebrows and sort of hair, w some grey hairs. he and Triffany are around 40-50s to me, they both have some wrinkles, but im. bad at drawing older ppl

Triffany..... her hat was a menace to draw. she’s just as beefed up as Wambus, but she’s very fluffy and soft looking. her vest is more Open in canon but I didn’t wanna redraw it but im sure she has amazing chest fur. she has curly-ish hair in a ponytail.

for Cromdo I tried to make him like.. idk... uncleish. danny devitocore. I’m not used to drawing characters like him so ??? its a little funny looking but I tried to make him look like he had body hair as if he wasnt covered in fur lmfao. gave him some wrinkles, he’s probably in his 40s. put a shirt on that freak. also, had trouble w his nose.

I’ve had trouble drawing shorter characters in relation to taller ones (chandlo) but I liked how I drew Gramble. I put freckles on him (cute factor), turned his vest into a full sweater (w shirt collar), gave him some curly strawberry red hair under the hat. he’s cute. I know he weighs like 3 apples

WIGGLE my beloved! I felt I made her a bit Much but honestly? fits her. I gave her short curly hair - I do like how other designs give her the spiky mohawk look from the cheepoof tho! in her model her eyes are blue, but I darkened them similarly to how I changed Beffica’s eyes, but its less noticeable with the glasses. I gave her a sorta... half tube top w a see thru part (forgot the word.) probably wears beach party clothes

Oddly, I have trouble with Chandlo. He’s kind of dog-ish like Liz an Lillow, also made his nose heart shaped cuz its cute. gave him hair under the hat but idk how I feel on it. he’s beefy obviously, but I think he’s a bit more defined than Wambus. I couldn’t quite show it but I imagine he has rather calloused paws, but is otherwise careful when carpenter-ing and such (unlike Snorpy and Floofty, OSHA enemies.)

SNORBYYYYY I love this little yellow thing. I draw him (and his sibling) with casual glasses usually, because I imagine the magnifying glass isnt Always necessary. I also put him in a sweater. I gave him some freckles and changed the direction of his hair + the style to be in a ponytail idk. his arms and hands are particularly scarred, from equipment and engineering accidents and such, probably has some burns too.

Floofty my beloved rude asshole. I have a little trouble w their hair on the left side of their head 😭 I also give them simpler glasses to wear when they don’t need the goggles because wearing that shit all day hurts. I put them in a hoodie/jacket + lab coat combo. I imagine the lab coat is blood stained. stuff’s hard to clean. They’re equally if not more scarred than their brother, and have a particularly bad burn/scar double whammy on their right hand which I hc they get after getting fired when having a meltdown. ANYWAYS

Shelda my gramma. I love her but MY GOD coloring the flowers was hard lol. I imagine her fur is on the shorter side. I don’t have too much to say I guess? I want to give her a hug.

Clumby I just drew a kind of Aunt-y ish garfield. the glasses and hat were hard. definitely the type of woman I saw in the middle school’s reception office.

is that all? I guess that’s all. there’s Lillow, but I dont have much to say I guess? besides that the scar on her nose is from snaktooth. what was it clumby said? “dont fall off a cliff onto your face?”

[gobbun]

Well that week felt like it went by quick! I’ve been sketching a lot of character concept stuff to figure out some of the features I want to have or possibly try out on the gobbun.

First up was overall height and shape. I really like the internets take on goblin girls as just these absolute shortstacks. Sir Mix-a-lot truly was a prophet. I’ve doodled a number of goblins in previous practice as I had mentioned, 3 head, 4 head, and 5 head, each having their own charm. As much as I like 4 and 5 head for proportions to keep things a bit more in the realistic realm, with this being a bunny crossbreed I thought that shorter, 3 head height would fit better for her. That will have more of a narrow chest and a push out at the hips, so either a bottom heavy hourglass or the oval ribcage and larger square for the hips.

Also since she’s a bunny, I really wanted to push the thick legs, them powerful kickers! Digitigrade and probably just end with some small foot paws, sorta kemono style. I want to blend the goblin skin and the bunny fur feel, so I’m going for a Felicia Darkstalkers like transition from skin to fur. Arms most likely as well. I’m still undecided on the hands or paws. Do I do small and cute, nondescript paws or big ferocious monster hand-paws with big claws or something. I’ll have to play with some more sketches to make a decision. Of course even though the main torso will be skin, she has to have a nice fluffy bunny tail. I typically do a more pointed tail, but maybe a round poof tail would be better? I’ll have to try that out.

Ears are another big decision point. I could go normal goblin, upwards bunny, or even larger lop-ear style bunny. I think I’m leaning towards having them be vertical, but with a big range of motion to flatten out like typical goblin ears. This will be her only ears too, not cosplay style where she has goblin side ears and bunny top ears. So I’m positioning them still on the sides, but pointing upwards. I think I’ll keep the outsides as goblin skin with a fluffier inside? I’ll have to do more sketches and color tests to make a real decision. I still need to try out more hairstyles. I kinda just made the one so far and ran with it, but I like it. It’s a bit messy with some ends that stick up, an ahoge, and I’m not sure what you call it, front pigtails? Twin tail bangs? I went with simple cylinders toward the bottom for now, but I may change those up to bows or something in the future.

Lastly I’m thinking one last furry accent, a neck poof of fur. Not sure how weird that will look once I move to color though, since the torso is all skin as well as the face. Do I have fur around the neck like a collar? I’ll have to play with that and see if I want to keep it.

Phew! Yeah, lots to consider still, but I’m really liking how the initial design is shaping up!

[ko-fanatic]

CHECK IT OUT PEOPLE!!

My wife wrote this fic, and she has fanart for it now! Look at our idiot children!

Kouzuki is absolutely terrifying (so, a normal Kouzuki look). Loving the Evil Aizawa vibes!

Then there's Redeemer, who's just there like "guys, wait, I'm an empath! I think he's angry". Not a single thought behind those eyes, what a babe 🥰

Siren looks like he should be on the cover of some soft-core BL manga, which is A+. Exactly right, such a slay. His eyes are my favourite part, still perfectly eyelinered and doe-eyed, despite the time of morning. We also know that the fluffy collar is from one of those "oh my officer, I have no idea what happened to my husband!" robes. You did an awesome job with my son, thank you!

Conduit looks ready to move to Switzerland to begin a new life as a goat, to get away from the HotWings antics. He's so dead inside. It's perfect.

Sadako (Mioda) looks so cute and dorky! Just perfect! You know, I never considered her in glasses, but it's absolutely perfect for her, and has now become fixed as part of her character design in my head!

The horror on Entropy's face, poor girl! She's usually a bit like a duck - calm on the surface but paddling furiously beneath - but if anything would make... anyone show some emotion, it's a pissed off Kouzuki.

And Keigo, sweet Keigo. So much adrenaline going through those veins, after god knows how many rounds of... fun with Touya. So happy. I love the little - ahem - details you put in also! 🤭

It's Gelato! I flew to Italy. Some fanart of Once More with Clarity. The Gelato scene, is one of my favorite (of many) scenes. I did my best with what i thought the other Commission students might look like. I think it's an amazing fanfic. If you like For Want of a Nail fanfic or Dabihawks or even just Shouto eating soap, go check it out.