#but he couldn't resist the cat lady

[ceoofdestructix]

(And Lightning told himself he'd never be a simp again... 💜🩵)

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[simplyafountainpen]

Of Crows & Cats

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Neko!M!Reader x Sebastian Michaelis

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: After a long days work around the manner - and of avoiding the Master in (y/n)’s case - both come back to their shared room to spend some ”quality time” together~

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Bondage, gag, praise, sub!bottom!Sebastian, dom!top,Reader, Neko!Reader, Porn with plot (slightly), Sebastian gets called whore once(1)

"The Young Master asked to try something new today Sebs. Lady Grey, he said."

Sebastian groaned under his breath, walking hastily through the kitchen after seizing the kitchen from Baldroy who, yet again, tried to set the oven alight to get dinner done just the slightest bit faster.

Today seemed to just not be the greatest. Finnian choose to use weed killer instead of the nutrients just recently bought, killing nearly the whole garden. Mey-rin tripped over every possible surface available, and spilled literally anything given to her. The only competent person at the moment, was you.

Sebastian's faithful partner of a few years now. Having found you when you were left on the streets, mere weeks after his initial summoning. Small and scraggly, those were the words he used to describe you. But when you looked up and he noticed those pert little cat ears and dirty-yet-fluffy tail of yours... he just couldn't resist.

Now here you both were, him elbows deep in dishes as he allowed you to restart the tea and keep watch on the dinner the demon has started only a while before.

Placing the kettle down on the fire, you turned to Sebastian. Walking behind him, you wrapped your much larger arms around his waist, him only grunting in response.

"You're real tired, huh Sebs?" Sebastian only strained a smile in response, blowing a small piece of hair out of his face.

"Not tired, dear. Demons such as myself don't get tired from things as trivial as these." You rested your chin on his head, ears twitching and tail flicking. You squeezed him closer as he washed diligently, pressing your pelvis to his ass, rubbing your clothed dick against him.

"Then I guess... annoyed? Would that be right?" Sebastian sighed and continued to wash, trying to ignore you pressed against him, though you could tell he was silently giving in, relaxing in your grip. You took your head off his head and pressed into his neck, smiling and nipping at his neck.

"You want me to help you relax, kitten?~" He was quiet, but you felt a small nod come from the other, his ass pressing back into you. You purred and your tail began to lightly wag.

"Let's finish up, and then tonight you'll be all mine.~"

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

The moon shone through the hazy curtains of the room, illuminating it in silver lighting. The bed in the center of the room cast under the glow of few candles, to figures perched on top of it.

“There, my sweet kitty?~”

Your voice purred out, only to be met by the muffled groans of the esteemed butler of the Phantomhive manor. Hair slicked back by sweat, Sebastian’s thin form was caged in by your much larger and bulkier body. Sebastian was tied up in thick red ropes with his hands attached to the headboard and his legs forced apart by your knee with his thighs tied to his calves. A random piece of fabric - most likely a pair of underwear- was shoved and tied into the demons mouth.

Ears twitching and large fluffy tail swished gleefully at the state of the demon below him. Fingers slicked with spit plunged in and out of the crow at a rapid pace, forcing crude but soft whimpers to leave his throat.

“So vocal… such a good little kitty cat you are, Sebs.~”

Sebastian’s tear filled eyes met yours above his. A small smile is what he was met with, before the fingers inside him finally kissed his prostate.

“MPHF?!-“ “Shhh…” A kiss was laid to the fabric gag in his mouth, the fingers then began to jab that bundle of nerves dead on over and over again, ripping muffled moans from Sebastian, pushing him to the edge-

Before snatching it away from him. Your fingers tore their way out from his partially ruined hole, his cock dripping with pre. Heavy breaths and small whines came from him as you giggled lightly, moving your hands around Sebastian’s head and undoing the gag, rubbing the others jaw slightly.

“Please.. please just put it in me! Fill me up, fill me till I can’t breathe- I can’t take this anymore oh please, my dear, please (Y/n)!-“ Your tail flickered upward as the man below you started begging.

“Of course Seb’s. Gotta make my nice lil’ kitty feel all good for tomorrow.~” You spat into your hand, before offering it to Sebastian, who pathetically tried to spit but ended up drooling into your hand instead. Another small giggle erupted from you, who then wrapped the spit laden hand around your rock-solid cock - which was a solid 8in tall with the girth of a wine bottle, it even had barbs on the base. Much like your body - which was on the hairier side - a thick happy trail covered the base of your stomach, and the base of your dick.

Nails that were usually retracted clawed their way into Sebastian’s back, his teeth clenching as he harshly sucked in air.

“Hehe, such a pretty kitty, all for me… only I get to see you like this, right?”

Sebastian nodded hurriedly.

“Yes, yes, only you! Only you get to see me like this, please put it in please please please-“

With one final chuckle, you grabbed Sebastian’s waist and slammed your cock into the latter’s awaiting hole, tears finally spilling from Sebastian’s eyes as his bit down on his lower lip, immediately drawing blood.

“GUH!! MMM THANK YOU!-“ Sebastian screamed as you plunged in and out of his warmth. Gummy walls clenched around your girth as you pumped into him, pre leaking faster from Sebastian’s dick. His loud whines and sobs echoed through the room you both were in.

“Shhh Seb’s, don’t want the Young Master waking up and hear how much of a whore you are for my dick, right?~” You muttered into the crying ravenette’s ear, causing him to nod rapidly, biting back down on his lip to silence his moans. Though, you took a hand off his hip and pushed his teeth from his lip, massaging his tongue with your thumb. Then, you leaned down and met his lips with yours.

You swallowed his moans as you continued to thrust into him, slipping your long tongue down his throat. Thanks to his lack of a gag reflex, you got to feel his throat fully, his pants and moans filling your mouth and mind. You separated, a line of drool connecting you.

You took the time to examine the beautiful man below you as he mewled out for your touch. Tongue out and eyes rolled back as sweat shined in the glow of candle light. Hands gripping the rope that kept him attached to the headboard and toes curled. You could tell he was trying to minimize his moans by those little whimpers and quiet sobs he let out through pinched lips.

“S-slow down… you’re g-going to f-UNGH-fast!-“ You barely noticed you had sped up as you stared at him. His cheeks were painted red as drool slipped from him lips. You smiled and kissed his forehead in apology. You ran a hand up and down his side as you leaned over and whispered praises into Sebastian’s ear, causing more whimpers and held back moans to erupt from his throat.

Quick kisses landed on his collar bone - right below where his collar would lay tomorrow - that eventually turned to you harshly sucking hickies onto his pale skin. Your ears perked up at the sounds of his breathing picking up, a grin on your face as you continued your ministrations.

“Oh my- Ffffuckkkk!- Please let me cum please please let me- NGH- cum oh please my dear- (Y/n) please please-“ Sebastian cried out. His hands gripped the rope holding them together and you watched as the rope began to give way due to his strength. With a playful sigh and a wipe of your forehead, you pulled out until only your tip rested inside him, then slammed your cock into Sebastian who let out a short scream. You nailed his prostate head on, jackhammering into him.

Sebastian watched on in awe and lust as your muscles flexed above him as you pounded into him and you bared your fangs in concentration, the bed noticeably creaking under the movement. Your hands moved up from his waist, nails ripping the rope holding his hands, and entwining your hands together. Your face was above his, teeth clenched in concentration as his moans reached a higher and higher pitch. At this point you couldn’t care less about anyone else hearing you, all you wanted was to make sure Sebastian felt good.

“I’m cumming (Y/n), oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck shIT- CUMMING!!-“ Sebastian’s back arched into your body, white painting his and your torso. A hand landed in his hair as you shushed him, still thrusting hard. He groaned in overstimulation, but you shushed him with another kiss.

“I’m almost there Sebs hold on… just a- few more-“ Your thrusts became harsher for a moment before the demon could feel your seed fill his insides. You thrust a few more times, coming down from your high. You sighed as you laid on your side, still inside your partner, you pulled him into your chest, humming in content.

“Are you alright, Sebs?” You asked, wrapping your hands around his waist as he wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Yes… though, I would like these ropes off my legs, now.” Your eyes widened, and with a quick apology your nails tore through the rope and began to gently massage his legs, Sebastian letting a sigh of relief.

Your cock finally slipped out of his abused hole, cum spilling from him while he groaned.

“Dear, if we don’t want to sleep in your semen, I recommend we get up and clean ourselves now.” Sebastian mused, though you only groaned and nuzzled into his chest. He looked down only to be met with your best “wet-cat” eyes, as you called them.

“Just a little bit..? I don’t feel like moving right now…” You whined. If you were any other being, you’d have been shoved onto the floor by now. But Sebastian’s soft spot for cats - and therefore you - made him only sigh and run a hand through your hair, smiling at the sound of your purring filling the room.

“Fine then. Thirty minutes.” You let out a soft cheer, grabbing the covers and wrapping them around the two of you and snuggling into his chest, purring only growing in size.

You missed him with all the work you both had recently gotten, and you could tell he missed you too, even if he didn't say it. He smiled and hugged you, pushing his head into your hair.

“Goodnight, kitten.~” Sebastian immediately lightly punched your head, causing a yowl to escape your lips.

… Yeah. He loved you.

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: Hello, this is my first ever NSFW work, and I hope that I have delivered. I hope to only improve as time goes on. Thank you for reading.

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[luna0713hunter]

Never knew that I'll find someone like you

a/n : Just watched the first ep and gosh i love this anime so much(人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

"That was amazing!!"

"you guys saved us again!!!"

"you're a lifesaver!!!"

Haruka's ear's are ringing.

He sees people around them cheering;from the distance,he sees an old lady approaching him with a small first-aid kit. But he doesnt let her touch him; because he doesn't need help. He's been on his fucking own ever since he could remember;all his life,people were nothing but horrible to him. Always calling him names, pulling at his hair and taunting his eyes-

Haruka doesn't need anyone.

So he pulls his leg away just as Kotoha finishes patching him up. He's gritting his teeth,and when he looks up,he sees everyone's staring at him.

His ears are ringing.

Everything feels too suffocating.

He barely registers his feet moving,and jumping. He lands a kick straight to someone's face and when he steps on the ground once more,he winces;his leg hurts,and even though the knife cut wasnt that deep,it still left a burning pain behind. His knuckles are bloody and when he clenches them,his skin screams at him to stop. But Haruka needs to leave;he needs to get away from all these people who're looking at him without any malice or ill intent. He's not used to this; he's not used to being called a lifesaver or be thanked for what he's done.

Because ever since Haruka could remember,he was a 'Monster' to everyone around him.

He clenches his fist harder,and grits his teeth when the pain on his knuckles becomes worse-

"oof,that looks painful."

A hand grabs his.

A small,softer hand.

Haruka blink,and looks down. And in return,you blink up at him with a raised brow.

"this needs to get bandaged. C'mon."

But Haruka doesn't budge, instead his face suddenly bursts red,and he attempts to pull his hand away. But you don't let him; instead you grab his hand tighter (careful not to hurt him more) and tug slightly.

"why are you resisting?"

"W-what?!" He near screams, "I'm not resisting!you are!"

He tugs at his hand again.

"Let go!"

"nope." You pop the 'p' and grin, "what,are you embarrassed?"

"N-No way!!why would i?!"

And you just smile,softer this time and suddenly-

Haruka's heart thumps.

His heterochromic eyes widen,as he watches you pull out a small box and upon opening it,he spots some... sickening cute bandaids.

His eye twitches when you pull out one and stick it on his bloody knuckles. And suddenly,Haruka finds himself looking down at his bruised knuckles that are now covered in cute cats and dogs bandaids. He raises his head,and through his bangs,sees you grinning at him expectedly.

He knows his cheeks are burning, so he lowers his head and stares down at his shoes. His fingers start to pick at his bandaids and he pouts before huffing.

"...thanks,i guess."

And when he peaks up at you again,your lips are slighy parted and your eyes have widened. Then a blinding smile overtakes your feature and you pat his shoulder.

"no problem!if you ever got hurt again,i always carry bandaids with me!"

And suddenly, Haruka notices your uniform and his mouth hangs open.

"you're from Furin too?!"

And the pout that takes place on your lips shouldn't make his heart beat so much faster.

"yeah, why are ya so surprised?"

Haruka just stares, because he hadn't seen you arrive with the boys. He couldn't believe this;how could someone so sweet and innocent be part of the Furin-?

A snap of fingers in front of his face brings him back to reality.

"so you're the new student!i was wondering how you look!"

"and you are...?"

You straighten you posture and smile proudly.

"y/n l/n. First year at Furin."

Ah,so you're his new classmate...

"Yo,y/n!" When one of the boys call out to you and your attention is off him,he lets out a sigh but doesn't avert his eyes. He keeps staring at your smile;how your cheeks are slightly tinted pink when your upperclassmen compliment you. Haruka swallows and stares down at his bandaids.

Maybe... attending Furin wouldn't be so bad after all.

Not now that he knows you'll be there with him.

[peppermint-monster]

Rengoku Kyojuro. X Chubby Reader!

Warning: Dirty Talk, Handjob (solo), Petname (Little Flame), Fingering (Female Receiving), Spanking, Caught, Oral sex (female receiving), Rengoku being a tease. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, be mindful that I didn't really mention much of the reader's appearance (besides, she's a female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that the photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️If you're not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Rengoku X Chubby Reader!

Rengoku Kyojuro was definitely the golden retriever to her black cat; he was radiant, positive, and motivated compared to her aggravated, gloomy, apathetic demeanor. In all honesty, he was odd. Nonetheless, he was her master, and she was his apprentice, someone she admired and looked up to but secretly craved.

He was the sweetest man she had ever met. 

Treating her so well that he made up numerous training exercises that were much easier for her, also allowing her to train graciously by his side, whipping her into proper shape. Though being a Demon slayer was no easy task, it was mentally and physically draining, often leaving her body sore and her fingers cut with callousness. Afterward, as a celebration, he would take her to eat, saying his signature phrase, “Umai!”

His unexpected, amusing outburst caused her to discreetly smile at herself while taking a bite of her rice.

When he finally took her to her first mission, Master Ren~ was there every step of the way. He supported her in every way until the demon they were hunting got the upper hand, catching her off guard. The demon was about to strike her, but a sudden thump seemed to pause that. 

That thing was the demon's dismembered hand, which caused them to scream in anguish. She was so caught up in thinking about what her mentor had done that she didn't notice him moving in front of her in a battle stance. “Don't worry, I got this.”

Okay, so…her first mission wasn't the best. She even apologized for almost getting them both killed, bowing over with her face heating up in embarrassment and tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“You’re right. That was reckless of you, but it was also irresponsible of me to think you were ready.”

“I'm sorry.” She failed her Master's.

“But with how things could have gone, I could say you did better than expected, and that counts.” He sighed, placing his hand on her head and patting it.

Why was he so nice to her when he should be lashing out? She doesn't get it but can't help her heart from beating fast.

Despite her reluctance, they are now at Butterfly Manor, per her master's directive. Miss Shinobu insists that she be confined to bed rest for days to recuperate and avoid overworking, while her mentor has gone on a solo expedition, leaving her feeling disheartened.

Thanks to the help of the sweet caterpillar triplets, she was able to heal correctly, much to her relief. With such happiness, she wanted to get back on track and improve her training with her mentor. 

For that to happen, she needed to let him know she was okay.

Despite being under house arrest and having only seen Master Rengoku once, she couldn't resist the urge to visit him upon learning of his return. Even though she knew it was wrong, she sneaked through the dark corridors and stood directly in front of his chamber.

With nerves building up inside, she lightly knocks on the sliding door.

Knock

Knock

A moment passed of dead silence. No noise coming from the inside can be heard.

Feeling intrusive and not wanting to bother the man, she turns to walk away but stops mid-step when she hears faint sounds coming from his room. Overthinking the worst and believing Rengoku had been injured during his assignment or had perhaps drawn an intruder his way, she bursts through the sliding door, expecting to see her mentor hurt and struggling to bandage himself up or someone ready to strike. 

Instead, she was met with his arms, keeping his upper body upward as he lay, there the gracious Flame Pillar himself, Rengoku Kyojuro, was in bed, desperately stroking his heaving member.

In disarray, the iconic uniform worn by all Demon Slayer members was noticeably absent. Instead, leaving him draped in a robe, slightly ajar, with his majestic naked body fully exposed.

Unveiling every scar she’d fantasized about feeling, running her hands down his chest and to his leaking member- though back to this embarrassing encounter.

Her lips parted, and a gasp escaped before she could contain it, expressing her surprise.

Catching the lustful gaze of her dearest mentor.

"I-I'm sorry," she blurted out before she could stop herself once again.

Before she could allow Rengoku to cover himself fully, she turned around and dashed out of the room. However, she barely made it a few steps before the baggy pajama pants she was provided caused her to trip and fall to the floor, further embarrassing her.

“Ow..” She mewled, rubbing her forehead while sitting in a W position.

Unfortunately, the situation has taken a turn for the worse.

"It seems that we've caught someone trying to sneak a peek into things they shouldn't be."

A harsh voice looming over her sent a shudder down her spine. 

Her breath seized as she saw her dream guy; his formerly spiked-up hair was now unkempt, with bangs falling low and obscuring those fiery eyes that used to stare into her soul, now appeared to be undressing her with his sinful gaze and faint smile he always seems to wear.

Trailing her gaze more down, she saw his robe was still unfastened, exposing his well-built body. Continuing lower down his happy trail, Rengoku appeared to have some dignity by putting on a fundoshi, much to her relief and dismay.

The moment that sliding door closed, Kyojur was at his wit’s end.

He treats his curvy apprentice like the goddess she is, worshiping her mind, body, and soul and never once treating her anything lower than that standard. However, being the man who must train her so she could someday become a Demon Slayer has its moments where he has to be tough and rough with her so that she won't get killed if a scenario were to come.

Much to his dismay, it just happened days ago with that infuriating Demon. He expected much better from her but was caught off guard and almost killed in front of him. If Kyojuro didn't interfere, he was certain his beloved flame would have died.

So when the opportunity came to protect her, he took it, forcing her into house arrest to “Heal.” Even then, he couldn't handle that and went on a mission to distract himself from what had happened.

But even that couldn't help him.

The metaphorical leash he’s tightly held was slowly loosening from his grip.

“You are in serious trouble.” Kyojuro’s hands roughly grabbed her ass, kneading a handful of her cloth skin as he could fester, making her whimper.

“Such a bad girl, my sweet flame.”

“Whatever.” She huffed out, rolling her eyes. “It’s not my fault. I knocked multiple times, but no response.”

Kyojuro was irritated and annoyed by her sassy behavior, and he needed to take a deep breath and not let his intrusive thoughts get the best of him.

She backs away from the tall man, trying to walk away from him, but is stopped by a big, surprisingly warm, rough hand that grabs hold of the back of her neck, bringing her close. She let out a gasp, and then he took full advantage by slamming his lips down on hers.

Her arms instinctively pressed against his nude chest as her heart beat loudly on her own.

“Such lies your speaking.” He mumbles against her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head to the side to give him access to her neck.

As though sensing her need to defend herself, Kyojuro kissed her again, still hungry and desperate but more gentle than before. 

“Admit it, you're a voyeur.” He whispers in her ear with a sly grin.

"What!" She whisper-shouts, her cheeks burning from shock and humiliation.

He shifts his hand from her neck to her waist, drawing her in against him while he pushes them back and toward the bed's edge. This causes her to fall back onto the bed, with one arm supporting her while Kyojuro leans over her.

She looked up at him with those dough eyes and plump lips sinking between her teeth.

That’s it, Kyojuro finally snaps.

Finally, he let go of the subconscious leash, liberating himself from the subconscious restraints.

Bringing himself forward, Kyojuro sat at the edge of his bed and took hold of one of his beautiful flame’s ankles, bringing her close to the edge of the bed to undo her pajama pants and pull them down her legs.

He took a sudden deep breath, feeling his breath catch at the astonishing sight before him.

“You’ve been naughty, my sweet blaze.” Kyojuro guided her to stand before him, resting his hands on her waist to keep her still. She rested her hands on his shoulders while staring in a longing gaze.

“I think you need a punishment.”

His hand firmly comes down against the curve of her ass, and she gasps at the contact—a slap ringing through the room.

“One!”

He smirked at her reaction, seemingly satisfied at the dark handprint quickly revealing on her skin.

“Keep count for me, k?” He softly caressed her ass with his other hand while grinning and repositioning the one that was holding her hands behind her back.

Before she could say a sentence, his free hand roughly met her ass again. The full force of his strength struck her left ass cheek more aggressively than she anticipated leaving her crying out.

“Two!”

Another slap landed on her other cheek, slightly lighter than the first two but still hard enough to take her breath away and anticipate more.

“T-Three.” She hesitated for a moment, nearly losing track of the count, but she quickly regained composure before her devoted master could take further action.

Another slap landed on her ass.

Then another.

And another.

There was a brief pause, Kyojuro letting go of her restrained hand while also allowing the throbbing soft flesh of her ass to have a break from its punishment. Rubbing a hand over the darker shade he had left, feeling the warmth it brought and much more.

“What’s this?”

Seeming to notice between her spread buttocks was a damp patch on the front of her panties. Dawning on him that his curvy beauty was getting off on this.

“You like this?” He murmurs under his breath.

Curiously, Kyojuro slips her panties halfway down her legs, caught between her lower thighs, his thick, calloused fingers spreading her folds. It's sinful how hot her wet heat is; squelching noises filled the room. “Should’ve known you'd be like this since you're a voyeur.” He chuckles to himself.

Shudders of embarrassment ran through her body. She squirmed on Kyojuro's lap and buried her flushed face in the mattress, muffling her whimpers and soft moans.

“K-Kyo…”

Yet he was stronger than her, keeping her in place as he slapped her cunt. Making her arch her back as she cries out.

His fingers bully their way inside her, and Kyojuro chuckles, feeling how her gummy walls immediately tighten around him.

Leaning down to face his sweet, precious flame, he whispered in her ear, “Looking for something bigger? Hmph~ You’ll take what I give you, whore.”

She tilted her head to the side, looking at his radiant gaze. Lust could be seen through his lidded gazes.

Scissoring her warm heat, her juice splashed with every deep thrust dripping down her thighs and to the ground.

“Ooooo~” Her mouth formed an "O" as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Her legs trembled while she pitifully tried to hump his fingers. 

“Gonna cum?” He hummed against her.

“Ugh, yessss…”

At the edge of her orgasm, about to cum so beautifully around his thick fingers, which were speeding up and sloppily beating her g spot, Kyojuro pulled his fingers out and rubbed her lower lips before he slapped her throbbing clit for good measure. Standing up and off the bed, he removed himself from his sweet, curvy beauty, quickly wanting to get rid of his undergarments.

Revealing his once again long and hard cock, springing free and in his hand, moved down to give himself much-needed friction pulling on the heaving rod.

She whines, throwing a tantrum under his gaze.

“How dare you! This is so not fair!” She pants out. Pouting at the sight of her master stroking himself in front of her, making her feel ever so desperate and needy, her warm heat once again feeling tingly and in want to finally cum.

That her right hand slowly started to make its way down to her throbbing clit, but the Flame Hashira was fast enough to grab her once again ankle and bring them upward, sliding her legs apart, keeping a firm hold on her parted thighs, and he brought his body forward and between her legs.

His sharp stare kept her in a trance.

“Don't you dare touch yourself unless I tell you to,” He growled lowly and demanded as she gasped from the sudden sensation of the tip of his member probing at her slick entrance.

She bit her lip to keep herself from moving her hips, shuddering at the restrained.

“Do I make myself clear?” He fixed his gaze, concentrating intensely on the sweet flame in his hands.

She quickly nodded her head. At this point, she couldn't go against him as much as she wanted to fight against him. She was willing to go along with whatever he wanted just to feel her sweet release.

But against her better judgment, her hips disobeyed her and moved against her will. Moving against him, his tip slid along her slick folds. One of his hands quickly went down to her doughy hip, pinning it down as he furrowed his eyebrows, his mouth hanging slightly as he inhaled sharply.

“You’re so despicable. Such a needy little slut that can't stop herself. Just want me to lay everything down and just slam my dick inside you, huh? Have your juice all over me, hmmm?” 

It was only for a moment, just a moment, that he allowed himself the pleasure of his tip dragging along her throbbing bud as he spoke those sinful words to her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Though only for a moment.

“But you don't deserve that. This is a punishment, after all.” That set her off, whimpering for him to continue, edging him on to continue dragging his length along her, but she was stopped by the tightly held hand on her soft hip.

Rengoku quickly yet dreadfully pulls himself off her before going down on his knees, bringing her lower half to hang off the bed and onto his shoulder and his hot breath hitting her core.

Suddenly, sniffing noises emerged from the room, shyly having the curvy beauty cover her face in embarrassment.

“You smell sweet~,” He says before placing a hand on the top of her lower stomach and the other spreading her lower fold, allowing him to kiss her pussy, causing her to whine.

“No…” She timidly sought to encourage him to move away from her lower half, reaching for his shoulder in an effort to pull him away, but he remained stubborn.

Licking her pussy and sucking on her folds, causing her to cry out and squirm under his grasp. Instantly bring her thighs together to ease the bliss she was feeling.

"Nah-huh" He fumbles to speak, too preoccupied with covering her cunt and repeatedly creating the number eight on her delicate clit, all the while firmly placing a hand over her thigh to keep them apart.

The feeling of his warm breath hitting her core and his tongue making swirls around her clit before slipping past her slick fold was a feeling she had never felt before, making her hands move to his hair, holding onto the spiky strands for her dear life.

That was his cue to nip at her delicate fold, for always trying to break him apart from his feast, causing her to let out another lewd moan.

Each touch has her gasping and her inside clenching around nothing as her legs begin to shake from the sweet torment. His strong hands on her body felt as if she was on fire as she tried to grind down against his lips, but his grip only tightened around her doughy thighs, sinking deeper into the soft flesh, and her sweet moans only seemed to grow loud at the sight of his biceps flexing.

Instinctively bringing a hand behind her to clutch onto the sheet as continuous kitten licks and sudden sloppy kisses on her pussy sent her feeling once again her sweet edge as the knot formed in her stomach and her back began to arch, catching Rengoku’s fiery stare.

While all this was happening, not once did he allow himself the pleasure of touching himself. legs knees under him with his thighs spread wide, visibly showing his weeping hard-on.

The throbbing flesh was hot to the touch, ready and dripping with pre as it twitched with every thrilling pretest and moan she dared muster in an attempt to run away from him.

He waited for the right time. The right moment to finally give the heaving rod a few strokes right as she was about to cum, wanting them both to climax at the same time. 

He smears his pre around the head, encouraging him to continue around the length and down to the base.

Kyojuro slowly stroked himself, following the same rhythm he had set with his greedy mouth. Imagining his cock being the actual one doing these things. His stroke became pumps, sweeping his thumb over the tip, swallowing her with his heated eyes as she watched him intently, barely blinking.

Groans escaped his already parted lips, deep and clear rumbling through her lower half. 

He was on the verge of his release as he squeezed his tip. He could feel her shuddering on his shoulder, and he used it as a sign to pick up on his rhythm for both him and her.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” In a moment of desperation, she lets out a weak cry, her eyes half-closed and rolling back as she runs her fingers through his hair. In her agitation, she tugs at his hair as she reaches her breaking point.

Milliseconds before Kyojuro moaned out loud.

He shot ropes of hot cum onto the ground, momentarily closing his eyes and losing himself devouring the sweetest juice he ever tasted.

Finally, after minutes had passed, the pounding in her head made her hyper-aware of his breathing, so shallow and deeper than she ever heard it.

Pulling away and resting her lovingly on the bed, Kyojuro stood from the ground. Pins and needles ran through his legs, yet he didn't seem to care. Finally allowing himself to open his eyes, he stared at the beautiful beauty he towered over, pupils dilated and plump lips enticing, all spread out on the bed with only her pajama shirt on.

He was the first to move before she could lean up to kiss him. Crawling into bed and hovering over her with his arms supporting his weight on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her.

His captivating kiss carried the familiar taste of her, drawing her close to him by the neck, molding her into putty in his hands.

[stayteezdreams]

Good Luck Charm: Part One

Plot: When your cat takes a liking to a nearby neighbor, nothing seems to stop her from escaping.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Lee Minho x Gn!Reader

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Warnings: Nothing I can think of :)

Words: 2.4k

"Charm!" You called out softly as you walked through your apartment. "Charm! Come here baby!" You called again, your voice becoming a slightly higher pitch as you tried to get your cat to come out of wherever she was hiding.

Checking her normal spots, but not seeing her, you felt your heart rate spike. Walking around your apartment you continued calling out to her, your panic rising as you couldn't seem to find her anywhere.

Entering your living room, your eyes landed on the window, it was open only a small amount. It was normal for you to open it, and Charm, in your three years of having her, a few months of which were in this apartment, had never even attempted to get out, so why now?

Running over to the window, panic now obvious as you feared she had been gone for too long, you opened the window and stuck your head out.

Your eyes immediately landed on Charm as she sat on the sidewalk below. "Charm!" You called out, watching as she turned around and looked up at you, meowing softly.

After a few attempts of trying to get her to climb back up, and her stubbornly refusing. You ran down to the street as fast as you could, relieved to find her sill sitting on the sidewalk when you got there.

Getting back into your apartment, after chastising her the whole way back, you made sure the window was closed before you allowed yourself to relax.

"You lost your window privileges, I hope you don't miss fresh air too much" You spoke to her as she sat at your feet, an innocence in her eyes you couldn't resist. "Maybe I can get a screen installed."

You sighed after a moment before walking into the kitchen, Charm following close behind "How about some dinner then you jerk."

As you stared at Charm ignoring her food, you feared maybe she was sick, or maybe got hurt on her adventure outside.

"Or did someone pity you and feed you?" Charm stared blankly at you "Is that why you went out? You smelled food on someone who went by?"

Getting no response you shook your head "That have better been a one-time attempt young lady."

You left Charms food on the ground as you began to settle for the evening, hoping the stressful event of the day would not be repeated again.

A few days had passed since Charm and her adventure outside, and you had nearly forgotten about it. Though the window had remained closed.

Until now that is.

You had gotten distracted and forgot your food on the stove, causing the food to burn, and smoke to fill your kitchen. Rushing to the window to open it, you chased out all the smoke, but not before setting your fire alarm off.

After ten minutes of manic fanning and two failed attempts and shutting the alarm off, you plopped down on your couch, breathless.

"So much for lunch." You mumbled as you looked around, noticing a light smokey air still lingering in your apartment.

Your eyes landed on the window before the sudden remembrance of Charm popped into your head. "Oh no."

Running to the window you looked out, just in time to see her familiar fluffy tail disappearing down the sidewalk.

"Charm! You yelled out in panic before rushing from your apartment.

Minho hummed softly to himself as he walked back to his dorm, grocery bags in hand and thoughts bouncing from various things. He looked around him as he got a whiff of smoke 'Smell's like someone burned their lunch.' he thought to himself with a smirk.

Suddenly hearing a drawn out meow from behind him, Minho stopped and turned around, spotting a familiar cat charging towards him.

"Oh, you again!" He said softly as he stopped and crouched down, petting the cat as she began rubbing against his legs. "Did you escape again?" He asked with a smirk, but worry sat in his chest hoping she hadn't gotten too far from her home.

His ears caught on another noise as he heard a panicked yell. Looking up, another moment passed before he heard someone calling out a second time. Suddenly, from around the corner, he watched as you appeared, panic on your face.

As your eyes landed on him and then to the cat, he saw relief wash over your face and he almost smiled.

"Charm!" You called out, exasperation in your tone as you jogged up to him.

Minho stood up, his eyes now glued to you as he took you in.

You were disheveled, obviously from chasing your cat, but you were still attractive. As your eyes met his, he felt his chest tighten a bit as you smiled in greeting, though you held an awkwardness in it as you looked at Minho.

Charm meowed before she ran up to you, rubbing against your legs, you immediately crouched down and picked her up "Why did you do that again?" You asked softly as you held her tight to your chest before looking up and meeting Minho's eyes again.

It was now that Minho realized he had not stopped staring at you. Afraid he might freak you out, he smiled and cleared his throat softly.

"So she does have an owner then."

You smiled and nodded "Yes" you let out a soft laugh "I swear she doesn't do this often, just twice, now, and both were recent."

"Yeah, we've met before." Minho said with a chuckle as he looked at Charm.

"You have?"

He nodded as he met your eyes again, he motioned towards the road you had come from "When I was coming back from the store, just like today, she appeared in the street. I pet her for a while, and even gave her some cat treats, which I hope you don't mind." He added on quickly.

You shook your head and smiled "No, I don't! Though that explains why she didn't eat her dinner." You thought for a minute before you spoke softly "Do you, walk by often, by chance?"

He nodded and you let out a knowing hum "I think she has a crush." You mumbled as you kissed her head before looking at Minho with a light panic in your eyes, which you followed up with an awkward laugh.

Minho smiled as he let out a chuckle, taking a step closer as he reached out and quickly pet Charm's head "You called her Charm?"

You nodded your head "Yeah, 'cause she's my good luck charm, though recently she's testing her luck."

Minho chuckled "And what's your name?"

You met his eyes, and felt a bit surprised before you smiled "Oh, Y/n"

His smile softened and you felt your heart thump "I'm Lee Minho."

You nodded politely "It's nice to meet you Lee Minho, thank you for being kind to Charm." You added on softly, your voice suddenly becoming shy.

He tilted his head a bit as he smiled, his eyes going back and forth between you and Charm "No problem."

After a moment of silence you cleared your throat "I should get going, I don't think I locked my door behind me when I ran out." You chuckled.

He continue to smile widely at you as he nodded. You took a step back as you gave him another smile "Bye."

He gave you a slight bow as he let out a soft laugh "Bye."

Turning, you began walking away hugging Charm tightly to your chest, probably a bit more than you intended as she squirmed against you. But your heart was pounding so heavy in your chest you barely noticed.

As you rounded the corner, you looked back, and felt your heart leap when you saw Minho still standing in the same spot, watching you with a soft smile still present on his face.

You quickly looked away, trying not to smile as you walked faster back to your apartment.

Looking down at Charm you spoke in a whisper. "So is he the reason why you keep escaping?" she meowed softly and you nodded "I don't blame you honestly."

When you had first rounded the corner, and saw him crouched down petting Charm, your breath seemed to disappear. You hadn't expected to see someone so gorgeous, not to mention kind. Especially since you were out of breath, probably visibly disheveled, and smelling like smoke.

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping he didn't think you looked crazy. As you made your way back into your apartment, you wondered if you'd see him again. You wanted to see him again, but you hoped next time you wouldn't be in such shambles.

Minho wasn't really sure why he couldn't stop staring at you, or how he couldn't look away as you left. He wasn't sure why he wanted to call out to you as you did, wanting to know more about you.

When you looked back at him as you rounded the corner, and he swore he saw a smile starting to form, he felt his heart clench.

After you disappeared from view, and he finally continued on his way home, he wondered if he would see you again. He knew what street you must live on. So maybe, he could make a few more extra trips to the store this week? Just in case he might see you again.

As you grunted, struggling to open your door, arms full of grocery bags, your eyes moved around your apartment before landing on Charm. She was staring forlornly out of the window, which now had a security screen on it.

Dropping a bag, you cursed under your breath before you not so gently dropped the rest of your bags onto the floor. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, a small brown figure darted past.

"Wha-" Looking to see Charm dart down the hall, you almost tripped as you ran after her, slamming your door behind you "Charm!"

You called her in desperation as she made her way down the stairs and towards the street. "What has gotten into you!" You yelled out, though in the back of your mind, behind the panic, was the thought of Minho. Did she see him out the window? Is she looking for him?

As your feet hit the pavement outside, your question was answered as you saw her running up to a familiar figure, who was staring at her with a look of surprise and amusement.

Minho's eyes followed where she had come from, landing on you as you appeared breathless and distraught from the nearby building.

You gestured your arms in bewilderment as you jogged over, Minho couldn't help the giggle that escaped him.

This was the fifth time he had walked down this street since he had met you last week. And every time his eyes scanned the area for Charm, and for you, always wondering how nearby you were, and if he might run into you again.

As you approached him, his eyes scanned over you, you were much more put together than last time, though a bit breathless. As you smiled sheepishly at him his heart leapt in his chest.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you approached him "Hello again" You said with a soft breathy laugh.

"Hello." He said with a wide smile, that made your heart jump.

Grabbing Charm and scooping her up into your arms you looked up at your apartment window "She must have seen you walking by, she darted out the door as I was bringing in groceries."

He let out a soft laugh as he looked at Charm who meowed softly. Reaching out to pet her he didn't stop smiling "My existence seems to be causing you trouble." He joked as he met your eyes.

You smiled and shook your head "I don't think I'd call it trouble."

"No?" He asked with a soft tilt of his head, causing your ears to grow hot.

"Maybe...just a added excitement I wasn't expecting?"

He smiled, his own ears growing hot, he hoped his hair was long enough to cover them so you didn't notice.

Shyly looking down at Charm, you smiled softly "I don't know why she decided to grow so attached to you."

"Cats tend to like me. I have three myself."

"Oh?" You showed obvious curiosity at this, which made his heart warm.

He nodded "They live with my parents though."

"Oh." You nodded in understanding, you had only recently found a place to live that allowed you to have cats. "Maybe that's why she likes you, she knows she can trust you. But, she seems to have developed separation anxiety." You added on jokingly.

Minho grinned, speaking before he really though about it "Maybe we should fix that huh?"

Your eyes darted up to his, as he smiled with a raise of his brow. His heart was pounding but he was hiding his nervousness.

"Maybe you could bring her out every once and a while for a visit? Maybe she wont keep escaping."

Your heart was pounding in your chest at the idea. You smiled, hoping your face wasn't flushing too much. "Or, you could come in and visit her yourself on occasion."

You were surprised at yourself for suggesting it, but as Minho's face turned from surprise to a bright smile you felt a bit of relief.

"That works too." He said softly, his eyes staring into yours.

He took a small step closer and you felt your breath catch. He started to pet Charm before he spoke with an added shyness to his own voice.

"She really is a good luck charm isn't she?"

"How do you mean?" You asked curiously, your voice soft.

His eyes slowly left Charm and met yours, there was a softness in his gaze that could have made you swoon had you less control over yourself.

"I was hoping I'd see you again. And here you are. Because of her."

You were speechless for a moment, before you spoke softly. "You wanted to see me again?"

He nodded, a small smile on his face. Spotting redness in his ears, you realized he was feeling as effected as you were. You couldn't help but smile.

"I was hoping the same." You admitted with a quiet voice, that only made Minho's smile widen as he stared at you with starry eyes.

Charm looked between the two of you, before letting out a small meow. You couldn't help but wonder, maybe this was her plan all along.

xx End xx

-Part Two-

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[deuxcherise]

Cats vs Dogs

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, probably OOC Ayato Kamisato, yandere Ayato Kamisato, fem reader, reader calls Ayato "Husband" A/n: So you know the YouTube videos where the lady pretends to nom on her kitten's ears and paws and face? Thought it would be cute~ And who better than–ahem–the Inazuman Blue-haired Dog Lover? Haven't played Genshin Impact in a long time, but I tried my best. Enjoy~

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If anyone were to inquire about cats and dogs to Ayato Kamisato, he would have chosen dogs over cats. Dogs are such loyal and obedient creatures. Rarely do they bite the hand that feeds.

Like the sociable and responsible housekeeper, Thoma, who hails from Mondstadt yet found his calling here in Inazuma, working for the Kamisato clan.

It has been a long time opinion of his, and it would take a lot to change that.

“Stupid elders. Stupid omiai. Stupid Kamisato…”

A curious thing you were when he saw you for the first time. A woman from one of the branches of the “Holy Dogs”. You were picking apart a poor flower in his family’s estate’s garden, grumbling to yourself how much you hated being dressed up and paraded around like some doll. And especially how stupid he was. All the while not knowing he was standing right behind you.

When you finally realized his presence, you had quickly collected yourself and placed a mask in front of him.

“It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Kamisato. Forgive me for wondering without a chaperone. I simply could not resist the sight of such a beautiful garden,” you greet him, hiding the wilting flower behind your back, much to his amusement.

You reminded him of a cat who had just been caught waiting at the door meowing all day for its owner until the owner walked in and now was trying to play nonchalant.

You piqued his interest. So he decided to accept the proposal from your family and marry you, mostly because of pressure from the elders, but also to have at least a little bit of fun as a husband.

However, ever since you've gotten married, you've been the perfect wife. Ever meek. Ever obedient… too obedient.

Even during your honeymoon, which you had both agree not to consummate until you were comfortable (you still have to perform this duty), you were completely content with being secluded in your own room without a single visit from him, your husband. Not one complaint was delivered to him.

Ayato had thought he’d made a mistake.

“HA! HA! I WIN! SUCK ON THAT, COUSIN!” you screech, pointing at your opponent.

Ayato had spied on you from a distance as you participated in onikabuto battles with a male cousin of yours.

What a coincidence! It just so happened to be a hobby for Ayato as well. He became so excited to enjoy this hobby of his with you that he even let you choose from his collection of onikabuto to fight with.

“Oh, my apologies, Husband. I didn't mean to win…”

It irked him, how you put on your meek mask around him. That's not what he wanted. He wanted you who had shamelessly made fun of your cousin for losing multiple times in a row!

He felt he needed to up the antics.

Call your husband petty, but unbeknownst to you, he decided to ban all staff, except for Thoma and a select few female staff, from interacting with or be seen by you. He had also made sure that every breakfast, lunch, and dinner included something he was told you hated, just to see you react.

You wipe your mouth gracefully with your napkin, before you tell your husband, “Please deliver my gratitude to your staff, Husband, for providing such delicious meals every day and night.”

Besides the meals, the most you'd do was inquire where most of the staff were, since you remembered seeing many servants roaming around the first time you visited the Kamisato Estate. 

Ah… it was starting to piss him off... It occurred to him how badly he wanted to be the only one to make you react, with vile thoughts such as… getting rid of everyone. Obviously, he couldn't do that, being the Kamisato heir and all, but it was most tempting…

It was by chance, during one of his strolls outside, he had encountered the sight of a woman holding a kitten and nipping at its paws and ears for a reaction. The kitten would cutely meow and push the woman away, but never hiss or scratch.

So he decided to try that on you. Multiple times.

Slap!

You gasp, hand reaching out to touch your husband's cheek, whom you had just slapped out of a fight-or-flight reaction.

Ayato holds his reddening cheek, a polite smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his gorgeous purple eyes. Which are burning with something… something that you think is vile.

Is he… is he going to kill me?

“Y-you�� I must apologize, Husband! However, I had warned you! Multiple times!” you exclaim.

“Yes… I suppose you did,” he says in an even tone before placing his hands on the ground on either side of your body.

He leans over you and you lean back, putting a bit of strain on your knees since you are sitting with your legs folded between you. Your husband tilts his head. You find the discrepancy between the stormy eyes and the polite smile to be terrifying, making you quiver.

Seeing you tremble beneath him, he leans back and sits properly. “My dear wife. Please accept my sincerest apologies. I didn't mean to incur your wrath. I simply…”

Ayato trails off, covering his mouth with the sleeve of his yukata. Unbeknownst to you, he is holding himself back from laughing at how adorable you're angrily pouting at him.

Ah… finally. A reaction~

You, on the other hand, are stewing on the inside. Stupid Kamisato. Is this how the dignified heir to the Kamisato clan is supposed to act? I am the daughter of the Holy Dogs! If it wasn't for my family, I would've rejected your proposal before the elders suggested it! Ugh, you’re so weird! No wonder you barely have any staff around!

After he's collected himself, he gently places his hands on top of yours, folded properly on your lap. You want to so badly slap his hands away, indignant, but you must play the meek and obedient wife the elders said he desired. For the sake of your family.

“Is there any way I can make it up to you?” he asks.

Yeah! Lemme divorce you, you son of a– You put on a polite smile and say, “No, it's alright. You've already apologized.”

The corner of Ayato's mouth twitches slightly, almost unnoticeable. “My dear wife,” he says, ”I assure you that you can share anything with me. Your happiness, your anger, your sadness, even your bitterness. Anything. And please, feel free call me Ayato.”

You nod. “Alright. Thank you, Husband.”

Husband… It occurs to him at this moment that not once has he ever heard you call him by his name. Being your husband for about a month now, he thinks its time become a little more intimate, don't you think?

“... On second thought… Do call me Ayato from now on. I forbid you from calling me Husband ever again, unless you are referring to me while speaking to someone else.”

“Eh? Oh alright.”

“(Y/n).”

Your heart skips a beat, hearing your name fall from his lips. “Y-yes, Hu– Yes?”

Oh? What is this? Is something the matter? Ayato begins to get curious.

“(Y/n)~”

“Yes, Hu– Yes?”

Such a cute response from you, but you aren't call him by his name, for some reason. “If I asked for you to call for me, would you?”

You nod. “Yes. Of course.”

“Alright. Call for me.”

Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion. “I… may I ask why?”

He blinks, his smile widening into what looks like a mischievous grin. “Because I have never heard you call me by my name. Now call for me. Say my name.”

You think it's ridiculous. “Okay, Hu… Ay… to,” you whisper the last syllable.

He leans forward. “Hm? What was that?”

“AY… o… This is ridiculous, Husband. Husband is proper. Calling each other by names directly is improper and…” You meant to add perverse, but at this point your face was burning with embarrassment.

“It's just once~ Come now, (Y/n). Don't tell me you're unable to call me by name now, hm?”

His teasing words jab at your ego. “F-Fine! Ay… Ay… Ayato.”

Ayato chuckles, satisfied with your reaction. For now. He pats you on the head and praises you for doing such a good job.

Between cats and dogs, Ayato Kamisato would no doubt still choose dogs. But nothing can beat the cuteness of his cat-like wife.

He can't wait to see what kind of other reactions only he can make you do…

[perseephoneee]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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There was a sense of melancholy in the air, as there always was around courting season. Loki Laufeyson always looked forward to the season ending so he didn’t have to endure his father’s disappointing stare any longer. (Find a nice girl to settle with. Fulfill your divine purpose)

Currently, Loki is spread on the chaise lounge in the living room. The book in his hands was one on botany. Not because he had any genuine interest in it— he just needed anything to distract himself. It was at this moment his brother entered. 

"The season is starting," Thor stated, fixing his sleeves as he boasted a bright smile. "We'll see what society offers." Loki ignores him, continuing to read. Thor walks over and takes the book out of Loki's hand. 

"Do you ever listen to me?"

"Only when you're interesting," Loki winks, sitting up with a heavy sigh. He stretched his neck, sitting up like a cat as Thor, with his ever-glowing smile, sat down next to him. 

"I have a good feeling," Thor chimed. Loki suffered an eye roll, being subjected to the same thing Thor has participated in yearly. Supposedly, the Queen met with all the girls today to determine the Diamond of the Season. Then, later in the week, the first ball would be held. Time spent where Loki yearned for more substantial conversation and less pleasantries. He could be charming if he wanted to be, but most of the tone was dreadfully dull. 

Luckily, you felt the same way. 

Waiting to be presented to a woman who had never met you did nothing to quell your nerves. Indeed, it was embarrassing for your ego to watch a woman turn her nose up at your countenance as everyone else watched. How your sister had endured the past two seasons was beyond you. 

You had talked your grandmother out of using feathers in your look because even if you didn't care much about finding a husband, you refused to resemble a pigeon in public. Instead, you wore your hair half up and pinned away with a jewel-encrusted pin. Your gown was simple, but your gloves exasperated the sweat on your palms. You envied men and the ability to wear trousers. 

When it was your turn to walk through the double doors and make eye contact with the Queen, you resisted the urge to grimace. Already, you could see chatter amongst the ton as you slowly walked up to the dias where Her Majesty sat. Her curious, calculating eyes watched your every movement. One of the women standing on the side, Lady Page (a snooty gossip, as your Grandmother claimed), looked at you with such distaste that you couldn't find the urge to send her a wink. The tiny gasp she let out was worth the lashing you'd experience from your grandmother later. 

The Queen didn't look amused, but frankly, she never did. You broke into a curtsy as you reached the end of the walkway, averting your eyes out of politeness. 

"What's your name?" The Queen inquired, lips pursed. 

"Miss Y/N Chilton, Your Majesty," you responded, keeping your posture straight as your grandmother ordered. The Queen glanced towards Lady Page, a hint of a smile on her lips. She may have a sense of humor. She nodded your dismissal, and you made as quick of an exit as you could.

You (thankfully) were not named Diamond the Season. Your Grandmother contributed your "obnoxious" behavior to that decision, but you couldn't care. You already have to suffer through an entire season; you didn't also want to deal with the pressure that being a Diamond entailed. 

The first event arrived sooner than you wanted. Ivy insisted on helping you get ready, citing your “total blindness for fashion” as a desperate call for help. You weren’t blind to fashion; it wasn’t your top priority. 

“I wish you’d wear periwinkle more; it’s such a lovely color on you,” Ivy sighed as she messed with your hair. She had dressed you in a short-sleeved periwinkle gown with gossamer pleats and tiny embroidered Lily of the Valleys. It wasn’t too obnoxious, which you appreciated. She was curling your hair to a cascade of locks on top of your head. 

“I wear periwinkle,” you sigh, opening and closing cases of rouge on top of the vanity.

“You’re so pretty, you know?” Ivy took a star-crested pin, clipping it into place. “You’ll find a husband in no time.”

“I don’t want a husband.”

“Yes, you do,” your sister sighed, patting your shoulders. She had made you look ethereal so unlike yourself. You had tendrils framing your face, sparkles clipping the rest of your hair away. You looked effortless in a way you didn’t feel. “You just don’t want a typical husband. You want someone who’ll see and appreciate your brain more than anything else.”

You placed a hand on top of your sisters, tears beading in your eyes. She was always so kind and knew you so well. She deserved a husband, not you, but she was flighty and a bit of a klutz in a way men found annoying and not endearing. You wished for her to find a prince and nothing else.

“Will Grandmother be mad if I bring a book to the function?” You whisper, a sly smile on your lips. Ivy lets out a wholehearted laugh, helping you up. 

Your Grandmother was already waiting outside, with a tight-lipped look at your “tardiness.” You just rolled your eyes, climbing in after your sister and clasping your hands uneasily on your lap. Even if you didn’t care, social situations still made you nervous. 

Lady Danbury was holding the ball, a grand affair everyone discussed. Footman received carriages with top-tier manners, and the inside of the event was decked in silver drapes, twinkling white lights, and an assortment of champagnes. You almost tripped on your skirts down the stairs, receiving your card from a chuckling servant. When your Grandmother wasn’t looking, you filled out the card so no men would ask you to dance.

Ivy was in her element as she floated between families, making conversation. It was too many people all at once. Still, you smiled to yourself, maneuvering out of the room and finding an alcove outside on the terrace. It was too stuffy inside, too many bodies twirling around each other. The outside had enough chill to soothe your warmed skin but not too cold to give you goosebumps. You found a bench and perched yourself on it, hiking up your skirts to cross your legs. You preferred reading outside anyway. It was a reminder of the outside world. It’s easy to get lost in your head, which is precisely what you did.

“Do most ladies hide outdoors with their nose in a book?” A voice asked, stirring you from your thoughts. You looked up to observe a man, arms crossed, an eyebrow cocked in amusement. He was dressed in emerald green, which complemented his eyes. 

“Do most gentlemen spy on unassuming women?” You narrowed your eyes, putting your bookmark in your book and closing it.

“Such cheek from a lady of the ton,” he smirked, stepping towards you. “Weren’t you raised with manners?”

“I never claimed to be,” you blinked, all doe eyes as if playing the part of delicate lady and not utterly defiant granddaughter. 

“Why aren’t you enjoying the festivities?” He inquired, moving to clasp his hands behind his back. 

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I asked you first.”

“I don’t like dancing,” you answered sincerely. He just looked at you with amusement in his eyes. He found your defiant nature funny, aggravating you more than it should. You were about to respond with a retort, but you were again interrupted by another baritone voice. 

"Brother! I've been searching for you," a man said, emerging from one of the doorways with a charismatic smile. He looked nothing like his brother. While your intruder was all lean limbs, raven black hair, and a sarcastic smirk, this new man was personified by muscle and masculinity. The comparison ended with them being both devilishly handsome. "Are you harassing this fair lady?" he asked, gesturing towards you. 

"Yes, he is; he's quite annoying," you smiled, enjoying the exasperated eye roll you earned. 

"Loki tends to get that reaction from people," the man chuckled. "I am Thor Odinson, and you are...?" 

"Y/N Chilton," you bowed your head politely. Thor took your hand, kissing the back of your knuckles. You knew the Odinsons, one of the most revered families in the ton. And you happened to be verbally sparring with one of them. Your grandmother will kill you if you discover your irreverence. 

"Lady Chilton, I see your dance card is already occupied," Thor gestures to the slip of paper attached to your wrist. "Otherwise, I would've invited you for a dance."

"I filled it out myself," you admit bashfully. "Anything to avoid participating." 

Thor let out a hearty laugh at that. 

"Very clever," Loki tutted, and you sent him a pointed glare that furthered his amusement. 

"Would you care to join me for a waltz, Ms Chilton?" Thor asked, extending his hand. You took it gratefully. 

"It would be my honor," you bowed, taking your book with you as Thor whisked you inside. You had half a mind to turn around and wave brattily at Loki, but when you looked back, he was already gone.

[gauloiseblue]

Asra Alnazar | Modern AU

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

A/N: sorry for the random ass post, but I miss soft romance AU, and he's the only comfort character that I know would fit into this. (it's a wonder what a half heart could do to a lady, huh?) Anyway, enjoy my take on him ^^

General

He might not realize it, but most of his clothes are women's clothes. For a reason that he find the texture softer, and more comfortable, compared to men's clothes

Like shirts, and the outerwears

He likes woman's shampoo (*cough* Diane) as well, because it makes his hair smoother, and smells good

He also wears skincare, but limits himself to moisturizer only. Because he once brought so many products, but he ended up not using them because they didn't fit his skin type. He had learnt his lesson

Books and poetry are his weak spots. He likes to read, and can never resist a novel with an interesting title

He treats Orpheus and Eurydice story like the Bible

Sometimes he writes, but he finds his poems terrible, so he never shares it to anyone

Surprisingly, he doesn't have any favorite movie. While he does like a few movies, there's none that touched him—to the point that it changes him as a person

People around him would debate over his pet preference, some would be so sure that he's a dog person, while the others were dead serious about him being a cat person.

(Imagine their surprise when they found out that he owned a ball python)

He prefers to cook his own food rather than buying take-out, except for the food that (1) took a long time to make, and (2) sourdough bread (or any kind of artisan breads, really)

Talking about preference, his favorite beverages are smoothies and wines. But for wine, he only likes them when they're sweet. If it's a red wine, he'd like them hot and spiced. For white wine, he prefers port wine. I can see him liking any sweet cocktail like Baileys, Sangria, or Margarita. He only indulges in alcohol every once in a while, but smoothies? Oh boy…

Contrary to people's belief, he doesn't listen to music that much. Even if he does, he's listen to instrumental music

He values his concentration a lot, and would do anything to keep himself focused. That's why he practices meditation, and he'd take some time to meditate, at least once a day.

I can see him as someone who owns a perfume shop, or a place for an art exhibition. And he won't have just one job either, he'll have many things on his plate that's relating to arts, fragrances, and wellness

When people ask him about his belief, he'd say that he believes everyone is responsible for their actions. He doesn't believe that God would meddle with people's affairs, and strongly believes in karma. He also believes in reincarnation, that's why he tries to not make enemies with anyone, because he doesn't want to deal with them again in the next life

While he doesn't necessarily believe in the personification of God, he believes in the existence of Deities, and he respects their existence as something beyond human knowledge

Which, in turns, makes him luckier somehow

(Maybe it's because Deities favor him, but who knows)

He's really bad at video games, mainly because he never takes it too seriously. But his friends would invite him to play, because he always makes them laugh

He also sings, very badly at karaoke, because he never listens to the songs

Despite of his easy-going nature, no one's really close to him. He's a private person, and wouldn't disclose anything about himself too much

But strangely, people would claim that they know him best, solely on the random facts that he had told them separately

(And it's always fun to watch them arguing about it)

Love/Relationship

Like I said earlier, he's easy-going, and that means he's easy to approach too. But that's it, that's what he'd ever be

He's approachable, but unavailable at the same time

And the reason for it, is because his idea for love is very complex. He couldn't love someone if they didn't connect on deeper level

In the past, he's not afraid to kiss anyone he found interesting, but as he grew up, he did it less and less, to the point of stopping

(Once, he got into an argument because the person he kissed believed that they had something, but he firmly stated that they're nothing. Which snowballed into a fight, and their relationship became a gossip for quite a while)

He never slept with anyone either, because he believes that sex is an exchange of energy, and he didn't want to give a 'part' of him to someone he didn't truly love

I think he's pretty much the embodiment of 'fell in love first × fell harder' trope

He wouldn't know his feelings before they hit him all at once

And when it happens, he won't know what to do, because it's very unfamiliar to him

He'd distance himself with the person he loved, while trying to make sense of his feelings. Does he really love them? Is it something that's genuine, or will it pass?

But once he found all of the answers, he's committing, hard

You won't see any hesitation from him when he confess to you

Would just marry you on the spot if he could

Of course, he'll take it slow at first, but he knows that there's no one else he wants more than you. So he'll work hard to make sure that you're happy with him

Having conversations with him hits different, because he knows you and your way of thinking. You'd say just one word, and he'd already know the whole sentence

On the fluff sides, I think he'll pretty much share things with you

He'll let you move in with him, and will let you use his things without complain

That includes his clothes and skincare

You'd be surprised to find that many of his clothes fit you perfectly. Because they are women's clothes after all

Would prefer to cook for you, but wouldn't mind taking you out for dinner either

Dating him consists of a lot of talking, a lot of kisses, and a lot of cuddles

If you need help, he won't hesitate to do it for you. He'd take care of you when you're sick, he'd pick you up despite of the distance and the time. Whenever you phoned him, you knew he'd pick up in an instant

(He knows it's not healthy, but he can't help it, his world revolves around you now)

You know the post where a man was at the party before he said he missed his gf and went home immediately? Yeah, that's him

If you wear lip balm/lip gloss, you'll find him staring at you, until you apply it to his lips as well

Since he takes good care of his hair, he'll do it to yours too. He'd buy the best products for your hair, and would take care of it twice a week, leaving your hair soft and healthy

In terms of social life, he'd pretty much introduce you to everyone he knows. Whether it's his family, or just friends

Speaking of his family, his parents already welcomed you long before you even met them. They both would exchange a meaningful look whenever their son talked about you. They trust his choice, and will give you both their support if needed

(Now that you've entered the picture, his parents won't stop talking about your relationship with him. They'd gossip like two bored wives in the lazy afternoon, about how he'd propose, or what the wedding would look like)

And Faust!! That little thing is pretty much your child now

When the two of you are cuddling, Faust will find a way to nestles between you and him

(He usually lets Faust out of his tank whenever he's alone, but he'd only do it once you're comfortable with it. Which you did, eventually. And that's an order)

You both pretty much behave like an old couple, and many of his friends point it out to you—mainly in the form of complains, because he's becoming more and more unavailable since you both started dating

But what can you say? It's not like you can escape from him either when he's clinging to you 24/7

NSFW

If you remember what I said earlier about his thought on sex, then you shouldn't be surprised when I told you he's a virgin

When the two of you had sex for the first time, he swallowed his pride and told you that he had no experience. But he made it up to you by giving you oral

While he lacked experience, he definitely knew about women's anatomy (because he secretly read it in women's discussion pages)

And he's an attentive lover, he'd be in tuned with your feelings, and how your body reacted when he did certain things

He only lasted one round the first time, for a reason that it took tremendous energy to keep him focused on pleasuring you. But now that he knows your body like the back of his hand, he won't hesitate to tire you out every time you both have sex

At the end of the sessions, he'd relish the afterglow as he kissed your shoulder tenderly

The feeling would persist, even days after the passionate night. You called it 'lover's bliss', but for him, it's the remnant of 'your energy'

Since he avoided porn like a plague, his view on sex is really different from other people, and that includes the kinks that he's into

Choking and slapping are barbaric to him, but he'd hold you in his arms really tight as he pounded into you from behind. He won't shout vulgar words at you, but he'll whisper unbelievably sweet, but dirty things that'll make you squirm. You won't be forced to pleasure him with your mouth, but he'll eat you out until you cry rapturous tears

While there's no definite correlation between fruits and sweeter cum, his taste is definitely sweet, or at least less bitter than normally. (Yea, I'm nasty, what about it)

About birth control, he won't let you take one, because he knows of the side effects. He'll use condoms instead, or have unprotected sex when it's your safe day

He's a vanilla, but he won't hesitate to make you pass out from overstimulation

Though he won't do it often, since he needs to have the energy to wake up the next day

Trivia

His MBTI type is INFJ

He wears 3 rings—2 on his left hand, and 1 on his right hand—and one of them is actually your engagement ring. He just hasn't give it to you

[otomiyaa]

Day 12: Wall

Clark x Lois | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 600

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Lois loved Clark, and she loved how he rambled about this old lady who stopped him with the urgent request to save her cat from a tree, and how she treated him to tea with biscuits after that and gushed about how Superman was changing the world, and how sweet and humble he was, and how flustered Clark got to hear all these compliments, and how cute the kitty cat was even though it scratched his cheek after he saved it from the tree.

Yes, Lois registered everything Clark said, but it just didn't stick. She wasn't focused. She just couldn't help but stare at his huge body, in that tight Superman suit, and something Jimmy said earlier kept ringing through her head:

"A date huh? Sure, go have fun with your wall of a boyfriend~"

Jimmy was actually right, now that she thought about it. Clark was indeed like a wall. And what could you do to walls? Well uh. Several things, but one thing in particular was on her mind.

"Lois?" Clark finally stopped his monologue and looked at her in confusion.

"Clark, may I try something?" Lois asked. Her hands were making grabby moves already.

"E-eh... Sure?" Clark was the cutest. Anyone else would ask "try what?" before agreeing. Lois smirked.

"Great!" She approached him and grabbed him. Then, she started climbing!

"Wohohow, w-what are you doing, Lois?" Clark stumbled only briefly but regained his balance while Lois climbed up.

"Just climbing my wall of a boyfriend. I suddenly thought I want to try it," Lois said, pulling herself up with the aim to climb all the way up and take a seat on his shoulders.

"Lohohois! B-buhut why- ahaha! Hehehey!"

"Just because! And why are you laughing, Clark?" Lois was actually grinning while she said this. She knew very well why Clark was laughing. She was tickling him. Not on purpose, but now that she heard his sweet giggles, she couldn't help but dig into his weak spots a little bit more deliberately.

Clark stumbled again but Lois knew he would hold.

"Cahahareful!" Clark giggled. Giggling along with him, Lois continued to climb her boyfriend. She clung to his neck, then repositioned her hands on his shoulder so she could pull herself up.

"N-need a hahahand?" Clark asked. He was too cute.

"I can handle it!" Lois said, and she couldn't resist reaching out to scribble at the sensitive skin of Superman's neck.

"Ohohoy! Lois- don't!" Clark giggled. Planting a kiss on his cheek, Lois hummed and finally used all of her strength to climb the last part until she could pull up her legs, and then she finally sat on his shoulders.

"Whew! That was cool," she sighed. Clark panted and turned his head slightly, unable to look her in the eye now.

"Was it? Well, I'm glad." Lois dangled her legs until she felt Clark grab one of them, and before she could think about it...

"Eeeeey Clahahark!" she laughed when he tickled her behind her knee.

"What? What's wrong? What's happening, Lois?" Pffft that jerk was acting innocently like he wasn't doing anything!

"So thihis is your revehehenge? W-well tahahake this!" Lois immediately accepted the challenge to a tickle war and started to tickle Clark's neck mercilessly.

"Nohoho! Tahahake this!" Clark now tickled both her knees, and while in this awkward and clumsy position, they continued their little tickle fight. Well, that was random, but then again, just another day in Lois' life with Superman. Her boyfriend!

[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 17 : bad day

Wukong doens't have the greatest day but Mac is here

Sun Wukong looked at his bedroom ceiling, lost in thoughts, unwilling to move, still in his sheets. Sock was sleeping on his chest, curled up in a ball of fluff, purring as he softly stroked her back. It was comforting to awaken at her sides, to feel a heart beating besides his own. She moved in quite recently, and yet she acted as if she owned his shack, pushing things he dared to put on the edge of a table, and claiming him as her personal bed. He had a mind to scold her at first, but he was quickly won over, unable to stay mad at such an adorable creature. 

He usually rose with the sun, awakened by the first touches of light gifted by the all-encompassing star, but now, even if he awakened at dawn, he didn't get out of his sheets until, at least, mid-morning. Trapped by the bossy cat he welcomed in his humble house. But he didn't mind that much, her presence was soothing, a warmth he latched on greedily every time he heard echoes of the witch. The least he could do was reward her with pets and coos until she was hungry enough to demand food. 

“mmrp”, Sock looked up, at last awakened, and yawned loudly, rubbing her face with her front paws. Sun Wukong watched her fondly, petting her almost unconsciously, his claws lost in her fuzzy fur. She rose from his chest and jumped out of the bed, meowing impatiently at him

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Huffed the sage, he left his sheets and slowly removed the red scarf resting on his neck, breathing in one last whiff of the warrior. He carefully folded it and put it on his bed table. The sage dragged himself to the kitchen, raising an amused eyebrow when the feline decided to weave herself in-between his legs at each of his steps. "You know doing this is just slowing me down." Sock meowed louder, probably offended, and trotted towards the fine chinaware bowl put at the foot of his dinner table (one of the richest bowls he possessed). "You're a real glutton." Scoffed the sage, he took the cat food he bought at Sandy's recommandation and fed the walking-belly that was his cat. Sock dived happily in her bowl, wolfing on the food joyously. Sun Wukong smiled at her hunger. He took peach milk for himself and sat on his couch, turning on his TV in hope of finding a good show. Sock sat beside him the second she finished her meal. 

"As expected, my shows are the best." Mumbled the King as he put on the first episode of Monkey King : the animated series. Sock pawed at his hand, and he absent mindedly petted her while drinking his milk. She meowed in delight and rolled on herself, showing her fluffy belly. Sun Wukong cooed at the sight but stopped himself before he could snuggle her. "I wanna touch the floof, but is this a trap?" Sock tilted her head, the very picture of innocence. "Last time you bit me." She stared at him with bead-like eyes, and he couldn't resist, he petted her belly. She immediately bit his hands and played with it, tail flickering in delight. "Why each time…" Sighed the sage, but he let her do as she pleased. He spilled some milk on himself as he tried to grab the remote without disturbing his cat. 

"Aw man, I need to change now." Sighed the sage, he rose and walked in his bedroom, Sock followed him curiously, jumping on his bed as he dived in his wardrobe. "Hm… I don't have much clothes, do I…" Mumbled the King as he pulled out some of his outfits. "You think he noticed?" Asked Sun Wukong, he turned towards Sock with a worried pout, she meowed, licking her paw and rubbing her fuzzy head. "I mean, I'm a monkey, I'm not even supposed to wear clothes." Sock stopped her licking and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Stop judging me, you traffic cone shaped cat. I'm right, aren't I. Besides, I can make more clothes with my hair." Reasoned the King, but the orange furred cat didn't look very convinced. "Do you think he thinks I'm a slob?" Sighed Sun Wukong as he sat beside the little lady and fell back in the bed, Sock meowed and trotted towards him, climbing him and kneading his chest. "Yeah, you're right, hair clothes can be poofed, I shouldn't get out with them." Sock walked over him and sat on his face. "So-" . Sun Wukong sat up and removed the cat peacefully sitting on his face, he looked at her with a frown. "Did you just try to kill me?" She rolled in his lap and looked up with doe-like eyes "….yeah, okay, you're too adorable for that aren’t you?" Cooed the sage as he softly petted her." Maybe I should go shopping…"

The sage rose after a few more pets, he put on his hoodie and invoked two clones with a bunch of his hair. 

"You want our help boss?" Asked one clone as he leaned over the King. 

"Should we ask Macaque if he wants something?" Asked the other as he drowned Sock in coos and pets. "Oh yes, you're adorable, you fluffy triangle. Who's the best girl, you are!" 

"Ask Macaque?" Repeated the sage. 

"With the phone, he doesn't go outside much either, he might need something." Replied the clone.

"Oh that's not a bad idea!" Exclaimed the other clone as he rushed to fetch the phone. 

"Wait… Are you sure? We might bother him?" Mumbled the sage. 

"Come on, boss. You never even send him a message." Whined the clone petting his cat, the sage sighed at his childishness. 

"I don't want to be too pushy."

"Maybe he wants you to be pushy." Snickered the clone, Sun Wukong grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at the clone. Said clone squeaked, surprised, and hid behind Sock. "You wouldn't hurt our precious lady, would you."

"… you're lucky I'm a gentleman." Huffed the sage as he eyed the fluffy cat pawing at his clone snout, she was too adorable for her own good. 

The other clone barged in the bedroom with the phone and their peach printed credit card, he gave the phone to the sage and leaned over him. The sage sat on the bed, the two clones hovering around with curiosity. 

"Let me breathe." Groaned the King, trying to push his clones away, in vain. 

"What can we say to him ?" Asked the one on his left. 

"Let's begin with a “good morning”, oh, and a heart !" 

"Are you crazy!? No heart." Stammered the King, tail flickering in embarrassment. Sock pawed at it with glee, chasing it like an excited cub. 

"Bummer." Whined the clone on his right. 

The King thought a second, fingers hovering above his screen, before sending a shy “good mowning”. He immediately dropped his phone, almost as if it burned him, and played nervously with the strings of his hoodie. 

"Don't worry, boss. You didn't send anything wrong." Assured the clone in his right. 

"Yeah, he gave you his number, that means he wants to communicate." Comforted the clone on his left. Sun Wukong opened his mouth, ready to reply but he was cut by the sharp “ding”of his phone. He took his device, tail widely wagging, eyes glued to the screen. 

Macaque : Good morning. It's Wukong, right? 

"He replied so fastly! That means he wants to talk." Reasoned one of his clones.

"Yeah…" muttered the sage with a soft smile blooming on the edge of his lips. 

Me : yea, its Wukong. 

Macaque : what's up ? 

"Go on, ask him if he wants something from the city." Edged the clone on his left. 

"Yeah! Send little hearts and all, I like the hearts emoji!" 

"You both stay away from the phone!" Grumbled the King. 

Me : I'm gona go inn the citi. You want somthig? 

Macaque : don't you hate crowds? 

Me : a bit. But I nid to buy somthig. 

Macaque : you're gonna be okay? 

Me : I'm gona be with som clones. 

Macaque : the city is gonna be in chaos with numerous Wukongs. 

Me : hey! I'm charmig! 

Macaque : sure, in your head.

Me : rude. 

Macaque : That's my middle name. 

Me : uatheverr, you nid somthig or what? 

Macaque : well, if you see some pillows and blankets why not. I like trees, but you know, some comfort sounds nice. 

Me : you dont hav a bed ? 

Macaque : of course I don't, I sleep in trees like a true monkey. 

Me : want me to maide you one? 

Macaque : what? A bed ? 

Me : yea, or a house, uatheverr. To help, you kno. 

Macaque : That's sweet if you. But it's fine, if you just get me some pillows it's fine. 

Me : you sure? 

Macaque : yeah, don't worry. 

Me : ok, tell me if you chang your minnd. 

Macaque : okay. Thanks for thinking of me by the way. 

Me : your welcom. 

Macaque : keep me updated on your little trip, okay? 

Me : ok, wish me luk. 

Macaque : Good luck, great sage. Call someone if you have a problem downtown. 

Me : my clones will be their. 

Macaque : still, we never know. 

Me : ok, thanks for worryring, I apreciatt it. 

Macaque : yeah, yeah, don't sweat it. 

Me : ♥️

Wukong screeched and pushed away the clone that dared send the emoji, he jumped on his feet and paced anxiously, tail lashing at each of his steps. 

"Are you serious!? Why did you do that!??" Asked the sage. 

"I mean, it's not like it’s wrong. You really do l-" Wukong jumped on the clone and smothered him with a pillow. Sock jumped out of the bed, frightened by the sudden movement. 

"Aw boss, you scared our lil lady." Snickered the other clone. 

"Shut up! I can't believe you did that."

Wukong took his phone and typed at light speed, heart hammering inside of his chest. 

Me : slip of finngerr, srry

Macaque : yeah, okay. Figured you'd struggled with your phone, old man. 

Me : I'm in my prime! 

Macaque : That's what all the old man says. 

Me : how dar you. 

Macaque : I dare 😈

Me : your evil. 

Macaque : proud to be 

Me : your the same age 

Macaque : But I look better. 

Me : in your head, I'm the hadsom one

Macaque : but I'm the gorgeous one

Me : uatheverr, I'm going. 

Macaque : yep, you're basically admitting my gorgeousness by fleeing. 

Me : your delusionnal 

"Aw, but you do think he looks gorgeous boss–"

"I'm this close to poof you if you don't shut your big mouth." Hissed the sage, the clones snickered like a little gremlin and hid behind his peer. 

Sun Wukong sighed, annoyed, but he didn't poof them. The clones covered themself with hats and he, himself, put on a pair of sunglasses. They left the shack together after intensely petting Sock, drowning her in coos and pets, and apologizing for frightening her earlier. 

"You think she'll be okay alone?" Asked one clone as they soared through the sky. 

"She's a smart one, it'll be okay." Replied the sage, even if he had to admit that leaving her alone was quite nerve wracking. 

"She's the smartest, that's true!" Laughed the clone on his left. 

"Yep, our little genius." Cooed the one on his right. 

They reached Megapolis quite quickly, they landed in one of the less crowded streets and began to walk among mortals. The two clones were walking at each of his sides, firmly grasping one of his arms, knowing fully his discomfort with crowds. Attention was something he had once seeked in his youth, but it was when cities were scrace, and when words traveled slowly. This era was a noisy one, he learned quite quickly that appearances were almost everything for people with standings. Here, people ran toward celebrities like moths to a flame, and he wasn't keen on experiencing that. 

The clones dragged him in a nearby clothes store, pushing toward rows and rows of different articles. 

"What type of clothes are you seeking, boss?" Asked one of the clones as he rummaged through the rows. 

"Hm, I don't know, something nice?" 

"Yeah, but are we searching for hanfus or more modern clothing?" 

"We can visit the hanfu shop later, I know a good one nearby. For now I just want to… diversify my wardrobe." 

"Yeah, so something nice for Macaque!" Concluded one clone. 

"Wha–I-it's not for Macaque, it's…for my image and all, you know."

"Yeah, sure." Snickered the other clone. "What about this?" The clone pointed at a black leather jacket with violet trims.

"I don't know, it's not really my style." Mumbled the sage. 

"We don't have a style, boss. You just throw on whatever each morning."

"Shut it, we do have a style. We're… effortlessly classy."

"Yeah, nah. We look good, sure. But that's not a style."

"Guys, what about this!?" The other clone pointed at a pearl-white dress that looked suspiciously like what mortals would wear at a wedding. 

"I'm not getting married." Sighed the sage. 

"Yet. We never know." Teased the clone, the King glared at him and turned away. 

"You both are useless if you keep teasing me!" Groaned Sun Wukong with red coated cheeks. 

"Aw, don't sulk boss. But you know, it's just so rare for you to do something like this, it's teasing material." Giggled one of the clones, he leaned over the sage and ruffled his hair. 

"Yeah, whatever, just help me choose something." Sighed the King as he pushed the clingy clone away. 

Even if his two clones were menaces, they did choose some nice clothing for him, shirts that looked good, others more casual, they were quite helpful when they weren't being insufferable. 

" I'm telling you, it's better if we go with a more cute and innocent style." Argued the clone on his left with a light pinkish dress in his hands. 

"Innocence is boring. It's better if we're more aggressive. Besides, we'll look good in this!" Replied the clone on his right with a high slit dark dress in his hands. 

"If we wear something like this, Macaque is just gonna know our intentions right away!" Groaned the clone on his left. 

"That's the plan. It'd be better if we're pushy. No misunderstanding, he'll know straight away we're flirting."

"Macaque is not the type to like clingy people."

"We're not people, we're the handsome Monkey King, it's not the same."

"Still, innocence suits us better."

"You're kidding? We have a good body, we gotta show it."

"That's your opinio-"

"Guys!" Cut the sage. "It's therapy, not a candlelight dinner. I'm not wearing any of this at therapy."

"But boss-"

"Not buts, put the dresses away."

"You're sure? Because we never know, if you have a date later on-"

"I'm not gonna repeat myself, boys." Warned the King, the clones whined but heeded his words anyway. 

They left the store after a bit, heading toward the hanfu shop. Sun Wukong was more at ease there, hanfu was something he knew quite well, it was easier for him to look around. He did buy one purple hanfu, but it was only because his clones pestered him about it, not because it reminded him of someone, not at all. They bought some food and drinks right after, taking a breather outside. 

"We got a lot of good clothes!" Joyously exclaimed one clone, happily finishing his peach-tasted drink. 

"Yep, now we need pillows and blankets." Replied the other, licking his fingers for any lingering frost.

"Yeah…" Mumbled the King as he eyed the growing crowd invading the street. 

"You're okay, boss?" 

"It's nothing. Let's go, I'm tired."

"Leggo!" Yelled one of the clones with great enthusiasm. 

Turns out, choosing bedding took more time than looking for clothes. Sun Wukong normally didn't consider himself very picky when it came to bedding, but he wanted this to be perfect. Macaque deserved something great, something that would comfort him at night. 

"Boss, are we picking bedding for Macaque or for the damn Jade Emperor." Sighed one of his clones. 

"Yeah… Why are you so picky?" Whined the other. 

"Shut it, I just want something good for Macaque."

"The bedding we just saw was good, no?"

"No." Cut the sage. "The pillow was too big, Macaque needs something he can move around."

"Gods, it's been hours."

"Deal with it." Replied the sage. 

"You lovesick tyrant." Sun Wukong pinched the clone out of spite, the clone yelped and hid behind his peer, again. 

Wukong allowed his clones to take a breather outside, annoyed by their constant whines. The clones left the shop with glee, cackling like little menaces. The sage roamed inside the shop a little more, stopping when he caught sight of the perfect pillow, and a soft purple blanket. 

"Yeah, this is good." Muttered the King as he carefully looked at his finding. His tail was wagging widely behind him, happy to at last find something nice for Macaque. 

He flinched when he heard a yelp at his side, he turned toward the sound and found a woman with an open coffee cup glaring at him. Oh, he might have hitted her with his tail. 

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you." Apologized the King. 

"You better pay for this." Groaned the woman as she pointed at the sullied bedding, she might have spilled her coffee on this after being hit by his tail. Sun Wukong was feeling guilty, but he wasn't the one wandering inside a bedding shop with an open coffee cup, he didn't want to cause trouble though. He already felt the curious gazes of the bystanders nipping at his skin. 

"Okay…"

"And for my shirt too!" She gestured at her top angrily. 

"Hm, it's not stained?"

"Are you kidding, look at this!" Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and spotted a small, almost unseeable stain on her collar. "I have to buy another one!" Sun Wukong was suddenly reminded why he chose to live like a hermit. 

"Can't you just wash it?"

"No, it's ruined. It was quite expensive too! So you better compensate me." Now Sun Wukong was almost certain this woman was trying to scam him, and even if he did have the money, he wasn't a pushover. 

"I'm not gonna pay for this. A wash at most, but that's all."

"How rude! It wouldn't happen if not for you. Who even let you enter this shop!?"

"Hm, myself?"

"This shop is really desperate if they let demons enter." Oh great, she was a specist, just his luck. 

"Can I just go and pay for my bedding?" 

"How dare you try to get out of this!" She turned towards a nearby clerk and yelled : "bring me the manager! I'm not letting this thief escape."

"Thief? I didn't steal anything."

"You're trying to scam me!" In what world did this woman lived? Sun Wukong was tempted to give her money just to escape her. The manager came shortly after and asked about the situation. "You see, this demon here was trying to scam me! He purposely pushed me and sullied the bedding and my shirt!" 

"I didn't do it on purpose…and I can pay for the bedding, I just don't wanna buy you a whole nother shirt, the stain isn't even visible." Groaned the sage, fangs showing a little in irritation. 

"You see !? He's even threatening me! And why does he wear sunglasses inside, this is suspicious. Are we even sure he can pay?" 

"Hm… if you are willing to pay for the bedding, I don't see the problem?" Asked the manager as she turned towards the sage. 

"The problem is that you let demons enter and that is the result. I'm calling the police, he's probably a criminal or something."

"Yeah, I will probably become a criminal really soon." Mumbled the King with a murderous glint in his eyes. 

"See! He wants to hurt me! They are all the same!" She then proceeded to throw the rest of her coffee at him. It wasn't hot anymore, but he was now drenched with sugary coffee, him and the bedding he chose for Macaque. 

"What the–Ma'am, I'm going to ask you to leave."

"How dare you!? I'm a loyal customer! This shop has really fell low! What a disgrace." She stomped outside, angry as if she was the one drenched by coffee. 

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. Are you okay?"

"I'm…" Sun Wukong gulped, trying to reign his feelings. This was fine, he lived through worse. "Do you have another one?" He asked as he pointed to the coffee drenched bedding. 

"I'm sorry sir, but this was one of our last in this model."

"Oh…" Sun Wukong settled for the second best bedding he found for Macaque, and ended up paying for three beddings. Not because the manager asked him to, but because he felt obliged to do so. 

His clones rushed to his sides the second he left the shop. 

"Boss, why are you drenched?" 

"And why do you have three beddings?" 

"I'm… it’s nothing, let’s just go home." The clones looked at him worriedly but didn't push the subject. They left the city in silence, quietly returning to the sun drenched paradise they called home. 

Sun Wukong took a shower the second he landed in his shack, his clones groomed him a little after, making sure he looked good, for some reason. 

"Take care boss!" Chuckled one of the clones as he ruffled the sage. 

"Yeah, and enjoy~"

"Enjoy? Enjoy what?" But the clones were already poofed, the King turned towards Sock (who was comfortably lying on the edge of the couch) but the cat didn't seem to know. Sun Wukong rose when he heard someone knocking at his door, he opened it and froze when he saw Macaque in all his glory. 

"Hey, got your message. How was your little trip?"

"Message? What-..." Sun Wukong cut himself and groaned, those little gremlins were in this. He invited the other, and nervously handed the bedding he bought for him. 

"Oh, thanks!" Mumbled the warrior, he took the bedding with a shy smile. 

"Yeah, you're welcome. The trip was fine."

"You're sure? You look… tired."

"It's fine. I'm fine" . Sighed the sage. "It's just… I w-wanted to give you better bedding."

"This one is good. I like-.. Are you crying?" Sun Wukong felt his cheeks with the tip of his fingers, and indeed he was crying. 

"What… sorry, I don't know…"The sage flushed, embarrassed, and tried to wipe away his tears. Why was he this sensitive? He lived through worse, this was pathetic. One mean woman wasn't meant to make the great sage equal to heaven cry. 

"I'm… Are you okay? Why… I like the bedding I swear. It was very nice of you. I-"

"It's not that." Cut the sage, frustrated with himself. "It's just a bad day."

"Oh… hm, y-you wanna hang out then?" Sun Wukong looked up with a running nose. 

"You wanna watch Monkey King : the animated series?" Quietly asked the sage, his voice wavering a little. 

"Yeah, sure." Replied Macaque with the shadow of a smile. 

They sat on the couch, and Sock immediately jumped on his lap, taking her throne with elegance. They watched the series in silence, sometimes bickering about silly plot points. Macaque's tail shyly brushed against his own after a few episodes, a familiar way to ask for permission, Sun Wukong brushed back, and soon the two tails found each other and intertwined tightly. They said nothing of it, but both wore silly little smiles for the rest of the day. 

Ch1 / Previous /Next

[quitealotofsodapop]

This all goes down while Wukong's dealing with the fallout of the Brotherhood. As much as Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy, and the Ao Longs want to stay with the monkies, especially after everything that happened, they have their own livelihoods to handle and by the time the Brotherhood had first started their coup they has already spent way too much time in the Celestial Realm. So ince they've verified Wukong would be... okayish, considering the massive changes in his life he's got going on, they return home to get their matters in order.

Tang has a lot of backlogged projects and research papers that are overdue for his career, to the point that he nearly lost his job over it. Luckily, the fact he was in the Celestial Realm itself means he could easily convince the board of directors he was just working on a massive, long-term project that took priority and involved preciously unknown information about Sun Wukong... which bought him time, but now he has to slemhow to get permission to reveal the whole "Wukong actually had a Mom" deal, presumably heavily edited to spare Wukong his privacy and the fact he most definitely does not want to have the bureaucratic nightmare he's dealing with follow him home to the mortal Realm if and when he's allowed home.

Pigsy Noodles had several competitors pop up with Pigsy absent and a massive loss of revenue as a result. The restaurant is straight up not doing well right now, and Pigay has to work overtime and a half to get back up to speed. The months Pigsy had spent in the Celestial Realm and on FFM had caused many loyal customers to seek food elsewhere, most assuming he'd closed down for some unknown reason. He has to fight to get them back now (which probably leads to Food Wars)

Sandy's job as a ferry man was not as heavily affected, but his job as a foster for many a cat is heavily affected. The sitter he hired hadn't been able to handle the sheer volume of cats he had, and the place was a mess! Luckily, sll the cats remained healthy in spite of the environment being less than ideal, but many of the newer fosters were back to square one on Sandh earning their trust.

And then Pigsy found a cat demon kitten in the dumpster.

Prev.

Yes! The Noodle Gang were able to support and care for Wukong when he was stationed on FFM, but now that he's a whole Realm away it's become a lot harder to do.

Even if LBD froze Megapolis for a bit, the world keeps turning.

They all have their own lives to attend to, no matter how much they wish to stay in the Celestial Realm. Especially since they aren't sure at first if the Celestial Realm has a time dilation problem like the myths say - luckily it turns out to be a mistranslation, "1 Celestial Day = 1 Earth Year" is a space/orbit thing, the days in Heaven are super long and it takes a whole earth year for a whole "day" to complete. But the guys arent taking chances.

Tang's gotta go back to work. Luckily the tasty lore and tomes he managed to scavange from the Imperial Library gives him a good excuse for his disappearance.

Pigsy is straight back into "the restaurant business is war"-mindset when he gets home. He may have served literal gods while he was away, but that means nothing if he's lost loyal patrons! He does get some odd-looking new customers that couldn't resist glamouring-up to taste "Marshal Canopy's decendant's" cooking though.

Sandy would not forgive himself if any of his foster cats got sick without him. He'd spend literal days inside tending only to them - exiting only to get deliveries and the odd ferrying job. He's been especially busy at the moment with "Little Lady" - a feral momma cat thats moved into the captain's bridge while he was gone, and has a runty blue-furred kitten who needs lots attention.

The Ao-Long couple have arguably more freedom than the rest of the gang, given their status as wealthy dragons. They easily explain the situation to the Dragon Kings and why they had to provide witness statements in a Celestial Trial - Ao Guang has been frozen stiff with terror for days at the thought of Sun Wukong multiplying. They're able to visit the monkeys more often than the others, especially since little Mei and Red Son are getting along so famously, and both have declared Xiaotian their duty to protect. The dragon couple are able to pass on messages and gifts between the monkeys and the Noodle Gang where it would have taken a lot longer otherwise.

The Noodle Gang try their best to visit the Celestial Realm when possible, mainly weekends. Tieshan is a big help with getting them there - Sandy's mechanical creations can only go so far (though little Red is fascinated with his attempts). They have to be careful though, like a casino it's easy to forget how much time is passing withthe super-long days - Tang has like a million alarms on his phone to remind them when to sleep and when to prepare for home. Its good to reconnect and bond with Wukong and his little family, but they often feel on measured time.

Then one night, as Pigsy was taking out the garbage;

Dumpster: (*loud crying/mewing* sounds*)

Pigsy, dread building: "Oh no..."

Pigsy dug around praying it was just a cat... only to half-right.

Pigsy, holding a baby cat-demon: "UHHH... Tangy!"

The next few hours are a blur.

Now both Pigsy and Tang are guardians to a tiny abandoned kitten they name "Bai He" - a little white lily sticking out amongst the grime of the alleyway. A quick freenoodles wedding may be required to help seal the adoption papers.

Sandy helps a lot when it comes to cat-specific problems the baby has ("We gotta help her go bathroom!?") in the coming weeks.

Pigsy is a natural father, he isn't sure what nonsense led to his baby girl being in his arms but he's glad she is right now. Bai He is his little princess, can't do no wrong. Tang fumbles a bit, but adapts quickly. Bai He loves listening to him tell fairytales and stories, even the one's she doesn't care for like the White Bone Spirit ("she sounds mean").

The ice powers come in later. They're super confused where those come from.

Wukong is *delighted* to have a new niece! And Xiaotian (now at toddling age) is super excited to meet a new baby in the troop!

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Just read chapter 3 of lucky break and I absolutely love Zoro and reader relationship, I think there would have an interesting/fun dynamic 💗

pfft idk why but I hope it comes a running gag that reader has a hobby attracting wild animals 🤣👌

amazing chapter as always love how you wrote the characters, the fighting scenes were amazing, hope your doing ok and drinking plenty of water ☺️

You're close, but the running gag is that Lucky just kinda has the touch with cats specifically

Aww thank you, I had a lot of fun writing for Zoro in this chapter! Lucky is essentially his external self preservation instinct since he doesn't have a single one.

When we get to the Baratie arc, Zoro will be the first to realize that Lucky is suspiciously absent purely because she isn't getting on his ass. Have a little drabble

Zoro screwed his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe through the pain stemming from the wound across his chest. The Baratie staff were doing their best to treat it, but this was significantly above their pay grade. Lucky was going to have a field day nagging him to 'get some rest' and 'see a doctor'.

Wait. How is Lucky not already doing all that. Frankly, he surprised Mihawk was able to leave without getting yelled at by her.

Zoro pries his eyes open and lifts his head to look around. She isn't anywhere in sight. This is rubbing him the wrong way, and he says as much, "Something's wrong."

"Wrong with what? You? Yeah, I would say there is if your dumbass thought it would be a good idea to take on Mihawk of all people," Sanji couldn't resist the opportunity to take a jab at the swordsman.

"No, curly-brows, Lucky isn't here," Zoro huffed, annoyed that this was the person that Luffy just had to have for a cook.

"Curly-brows? Wait, what do you mean Lucky isn't here?" Sanji's head swiveled around violently, trying to locate her and prove Zoro wrong. He wasn't though, she was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Nami or the ship you all came here on, he noted.

"Are you kidding me?!" Sanji kicked a nearby broken table, sending it hurtling into the sea. "The second I join is when both of the ladies disappear?! We need to find them! What if they were kidnapped?!"

"Kidnapped? Who was kidnapped? What's going on?" Usopp whipped out his slingshot and swung it around wildly, trying to figure out where the danger was so he could go the other way.

"Lucky and Nami are missing, we need to hurry!" Sanji didn't even know where to begin, but that wasn't going to stop him from throwing himself into this head first.

"They're gone?! Hang on, where's the Merry?!" Usopp screeched, hands pulling on his hair from the shock and terror of the beloved ship being absent.

Zoro forced himself up onto his feet despite the protests of the cook around him. He wasn't about to leave these two idiots in charge of figuring out where Lucky went (and Nami too).

[yeehawkins]

Ricki Tikki MacTavish

Back home for once, Soap brings Ghost over to his flat. A small visitor awaits them

Coming home is an exceptionally rare luxury. And an even more rare occurrence is Simon Riley actually having any time away from the field. Johnny wanted to seize his chance to get to know the other more. Plus, he knows Ghost has nowhere to go, so it was only right to invite him over to his place. Really, it was more of a plead than an invitation, as old habits rarely die with that man. 

As they approach the apartment door, Soap pulls out a monstrosity of keys.

"How many fucking flats do you own?" Ghost states in astonishment.

"Just the one,'' Soap responds.

“Going to be here for ages trying to get into it.” Ghost states, rolling his eyes.

“Have a little faith.” Soap grins, almost magically flipping to the correct key with one cacophony of jingling, shaking it some more in triumph.

A little more jangling of keys, and Soap unlocks the apartment door, gesturing for Ghost to go ahead.

Ghost couldn't help but gawk upon entering. A few stains on the carpet notwithstanding, the place was downright pristine.

After tossing his bags by the door, Soap takes a look at his welcome guest.

"What? Never seen a clean flat before?" Soap teased.

"Well I certainly didn't expect one from you" Ghost retorted.

"Think I got the name by being filthy?"

"Oh I know where you got the name, slippery bastard" Ghost lets out a guffaw then picks up the shorter Scot, scooping him up in a hug. This knocks the air out of Soap a bit, and gets him blushing.

"Easy with the goods!" he laughs.

"That was easy"

Their banter is cut short, as there was someone else in the apartment. Ghost puts down his friend, and turns around. A small, fluffy tabby cat has made its presence known. The cat is quite loud, and continues to meow until Soap leans over to acknowledge her. He immediately melts at the sight of his beloved cat, scooping her up in his arms.

"Ricki! Oooh I've missed the hell out of you! My wee lady hold down the fort alright? Not give Ms. Darcy any trouble, did ya?"

Ghost watches as Soap devolves into a babbling Scottish mess at this cat. He lets out a chuckle, almost endeared at the display. "Didn't tell me you had a missus."

"Ah Ms. Darcy's just my landlord. Takes care of Ricki when I’m gone," says Soap.

"I mean the cat, MacTavish."

Snapping a bit out of his loving stupor, Soap tucks Ricki under his arm like a football. "This here's Ricki. My gran couldn't resist her face, but her allergies certainly could. So I took her in," He pauses to scritch the top of the cat's head with his other hand.

Ghost gives a genuine smile. His eyes go between Soap and Ricki, and raises his eyebrows at the man, clearly asking a question.

“Go ahead. Unlike me, she doesn’t bite.” Soap smirks, now holding Ricki like a baby. 

Ghost almost seems apprehensive to pet the cat, not wanting to spook her. However as he moves his hand towards her, she pushes her face up to his hand, purring loudly. 

“Aww, looks like you’re allowed to stay,” says Soap.

“Didn’t know there’d be a test,” Ghost replies contently, with much of his focus now on the purring cat. “Good to know you’ve got someone looking out for you off the job”

"Aye, really we look out for each other.” Soap beams, using one of his hands to now rub the cat’s belly. “Ricki canny hear a thing. Deaf as all, but fuckin’ loud as all too. Wouldn’t have her any other way”

Ricki takes a gentle swat at Soap's hand, shooting him a look. Ghost retracts his to avoid being included in getting hit.

“Guess the welcome party’s over” Ghost jokes. 

Soap sets Ricki back down on the floor. She goes right back to meowing once on the floor, circling Soaps legs.

“I believe somebody’s hungry,” Soap states. 

Once he has a briefly clear path, he begins walking toward the kitchen, Ricki weaving in and out between each stride. He opens up a cabinet, and looks back over at Ghost.

“Well come have a sit, Simon. You’re allowed inside more than 5 feet, you know.” Soap hollered. 

Truthfully Simon was in a bit of a trance, never much of the social type and perfectly content just watching Johnny and his cat do their thing. Hearing his name definitely snapped him out of it though. He walks over to the large couch in the living room and sits, still watching the other man and the cat in the kitchen. 

Johnny takes out a small bag of cat food, but looks down and notices her bowl is still full. 

“Oh you cheeky shite!” he laughs, looking at the cat staring at him, bending over to scritch her head. She simply yells back. 

“Fine, fine, a treat for my girl,” Johnny happily sighs, putting away the cat food and grabbing a smaller bag. He pours out a few treats into his hand, which prompts her to spring up onto the counter, somehow getting even louder. 

Johnny waggles a finger in front of her like a dad. “Ah ah ah! You know the deal.” He then points downward. 

Simon’s eyes widened. Upon this gesture, Ricki sits down, still looking up at Johnny and yelling of course. Johnny laughs and hands her a treat, placing the rest down on the counter for her, which she happily eats. He then walks over to the couch to join his guest, who is not at all hiding his surprise at what he just saw.

“You trained a cat.” Simon states in shock.

“Yep.” Johnny responds matter-of-factly, leaning back on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“And I’m the one outta my mind for drinking bourbon?” Simon laughs.

“Yeeep.” Johnny replies in the exact same tone. The two then catch each other's eyes, and exchange laughs. They both settle even deeper into the couch and let out content sighs, Johnny leaning his head back and shutting his eyes with a smile on his face.

[theoriginalmarke]

TABBY TUESDAY TIDBITS

I picked up some cat food at the Dollar Tree yesterday. I don't have cats but the poor little neighbor cats rolling their sad little eyes at me begged for a few morsels of wet food and I couldn't resist.

Anyway, the cashier told me she had about fifty cats at home. FIFTY!! There are two groups in the area that help with spay and neuters and do TNR (trap neuter return) for colonies. She told me one of ladies has 100 cats, and the other one had somewhere in the same neighborhood.

Wow.

Speaking of the neighbor cats, he gave away the little white one with blue eyes yesterday. That was one of the first ones I was able to pet. That only leaves a couple of dozen for me to play with!

I did some weed eating yesterday and completely ran down the battery. I also ran down my personal battery. It was a long day and my back was killing me. When did I get so old?

I think Utah is aging me.

Now if you'll excuse me it's time to feed dogs, feed cats, and caffeinate myself.

I love you, baby. I think you're purrfect. MWAH!

Y'all have a great day.

[yanderes-galore]

For yanderes biting darlings-

This is going to end up long, and platonic sorry! {{ (>_<) }}. Batman edition! Sorry it's not all, but I did the versions I knew, because I couldn't go for ones I don't know!

Riddler: 2004 yes, he's more likely to do it when cuddling and softly because he's just having cuteness agression. Batwheels, no, he's too arrogant and kind of thinks it's gross. B;TAS, no, maybe once before but he's not down for it. 1995, yeah, sporadically and randomly because he feels like it. Arkham, Yes but hard and for marking because he's mean >:(

Scarecrow: Nolan Trilogy no, he doesn't think about it. B;TAS, no he thinks it gross and childish. Arkham, probably has but not likely, cause he's more likely to just headpat you as affection.

Joker: Yes. There is no version he wouldn't, he's mean and stinky, probably does it a lot. Even Batwheels he probably does it, although he would stop if Darling protests unlike his counterparts. 1989 is the one of the fewer who doesn't do it as much, but would probably bite you as a way to "artify" you.

Harley Quinn: No, if it's platonic because she doesn't feel the aggression to do so.

Max Zeus: No. That's not what Gods do, if romantic, then yeah, probably, but platonic? No. Not even in 2004 Batman.

Clayface: 2004 no, because he knows he can harm without meaning to, and he's scared to hurt anyone other than Joker, so he wouldn't bite his darling. B;TAS, I can see him doing it by accident or if Darling escaped as a way to leave clay inside of them. Arkham, Again, if Darling tries to escape but otherwise no.

Ra's Al Ghul: no??? I don't think he's the type to do it with romantic darlings either, but he's too refined for that.

Talia Al Ghul: I mean... maybe?? She's often characterized so differently between versions that it's hard to see how she normally reacts, because most of it is weird.

Clock King: No, again, a little too refined for that, but it's not something he would consider, it wouldn't click in his mind as something to do.

Mad Hatter: B;TAS, yeah, he's a little silly and would do it with cuteness aggression, both platonic and romantic. Arkham: I don't know, I haven't gotten to that.

Killer Croc: 2004, yeah. He's mean and would totally do that, as long as he doesn't hurt you. Arkham: Yesn't. If there is such an overwhelming aggression, maybe, but he's scared to hurt his Darling, so he resists, hence why it's flippy floppy. B;TAS, yeah, he doesn't really care but he would stop if he hurt Darling.

Catwoman: 1992, she might if she's in her Catwoman transformation, but if she's Selina Kyle, she's calmer and puts up a facade so not as likely to bite. Arkham, probably not because it's not her style. Batwheels, no, I mean her cat might bite you but that's the risk with all Catwoman versions. B;TAS, no. She's a refined lady and steals to maintain money to save felines, she doesn't feel the need to bite her Darling in any way. Nolan Trilogy? No. Not her style, she's not crazy either, so there's no feralness in her to bite anyone.

Penguin: 2004, yeah but not often. If you upset him, then he'd probably bite you with his sharp teeth to get back at you, but he'd be really really sad about it afterwards. 1992, yes. He'd probably bite you if you're handing him food or anything, or if he's upset, not likely to apologize. Arkham: yeah. I mean not often, but if he's really really angry he might bite you. He'd be sorry afterwards but wouldn't go to the extreme to apologize. Batwheels, no, he wouldn't, he'd just squish you really really tightly in a hug instead. B;TAS, no, he thinks he's too refined for that, but would rather just squish your hand.

Two-Face: Nolan, no. Not something he would do. 1995, Yes. Absolutely. He's not waiting, he just feels the aggression and neither side wants to flip the coin, so they just bite you. Arkham: hmm, probably not, but he might if you bite him first. B;TAS, no. It's not something he wants to do, but he'd be willing if you bite him first.

Poison Ivy: No. She'd rather not, more favourable to just squish you in most versions, but if 2004 Ivy is near Darling's age, she's one of the few versions who might. 1997 wouldn't since she'd be way more likely to kill and hurt you.

Firefly: 2004, Yeah, he's a mean guy and wouldn't mind doing it. B;TAS, he might if he's upset, just a little tiny "nom".

Mr. Freeze: When can he bite you? In almost all versions, his face is completely covered in ice, like in B;TAS, Arkham, 2004, Batwheels, etc, he's mostly got his face covered due to needing it to live. Yes, 1997 is one where he technically doesn't, but he wouldn't anyway since he would cause actual heavy damage to you due to the freezing temperatures.

Bane: 2004, no unless he's not on venom, then he might just bite your cheeks in a babying way. Generally, If he's on venom then he's too scared to hurt you and wouldn't do it, even if you bite him first, but he will remember that for once he's off of venom. Arkham: No, since he's stuck in venom. B;TAS, not favorable, wouldn't do it unless you bit him and hurt him, then he would to get back at you. Nolan: No. He can't. He has no mouth to bite you due to the mask.

Bruce Wayne himself: 2004, maybe if he's feeling playful and you bite him too. B;TAS, no. Way too serious for that, would probably just hold you suffocatingly close so that he can smell you and remember that you're alive and okay, he's too traumatized and needs to make sure you're okay. 1989/1992, Again, like B;TAS, couldn't but he would hold you too. 1995, no, but he would let you bite him if you needed too. After Riddler, nothing's too weird. 1997, also no, but he wouldn't let you bite him. Nolan trilogy, no. If it was romantic then he would, but platonic? No, not at all. Batwheels, yes if Duke or Cassandra tells him it's an affectionate thing.

Sorry it's so long!

This is cool!

Thanks for the addition :)

[sandietheesimmer]

Hi, just introducing my Sims here🥰.....

Meet Evora Lewis

My Sim Self is a supermom of three, the boss lady at Groove Haven Dance Studio, and someone's soon-to-be better half as so she thinks.

She's always dreamed of tying the knot, but when it comes to saying 'I do,' she gets a case of the 'I don'ts.' Commitment phobia? More like a recurring guest in her love life saga. Yet, she clings to a thread of hope. With the wedding countdown on, her feet aren't just cold—they're practically frozen!

Meet Koin Wilson

A mother to three grown lads, yet she's still got it going on, and let's not forget, she's a real estate wizard too!

And in the world of Sims, she reigns as my virtual mother-in-law.

Meet Brianne Howard

Wow, Brianne Diaz, now the new Mrs. Howard, has truly hit the jackpot with Spencer! He's the real deal, treating her like royalty, which is a fairytale come true especially after her past encounters with less-than-chivalrous suitors. And if the rumors are true, there might be a little prince or princess joining their royal family soon!

Meet Clarissa Stephenson

A rebel, a twin, and a DJ, Clarissa is the complete antithesis of her sister Marissa, an SBA housewife with twins. Uninterested in settling down or having children, Clarissa is determined to carve out her own path as a music producer. She spends her free time crafting beats when she's not spinning records at DJ gigs. She also enjoys the thrill of a casual fling, just hoping that no surprises arise to challenge her life choices!

Meet Aqua Song

Aqua hails from Tomerang, with roots in Brindleton Bay thanks to her military-brat mom. The states beckoned with promises of artistic fame, and Aqua couldn't resist. She's an Art Historian by day, an artist by night, and a hopeful future mastermind of a masterpiece. Homesickness hits, but her folks are just a plane ride away from their beloved offspring. Oh, and Luna the cat? She's along for the ride, adding a touch of feline finesse to Aqua's adventures.