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the-fiction-witch · 8 months ago

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Our Secret

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader (Uncle x Niece) Reader - Y/n Targaryen (Daughter of Alicent and Viserys) Rating - 18+ nudity/ stripping/ incest / c tasting / licking / finger fucking / fingering / Word Count - 1863

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oh, btw, would you consider writing some smut for Ser Gwayne Hightower, or isn't a character that you fancy enough for that? your writing is so good!

Y/n had waited in the courtyard as soon as word reached her of his arrival in the city, she watched as his men made their way in, horses galloping across the stone. She softly smiled when she met eyes with her uncle Gwayne Hightower as he climbed from his horse and fixed his hair. She adjusted her long green gown holding it in hand as she made her way over and bowed as she reached him "My lord,"

Gwayne chuckled, watching Y/n come over to him, waving his hand in dismissal at her bow. “No need to be so formal, my little bird."

"Forgive me, so much has changed these last few months. I find myself meery bowing to everyone just for simplicity's sake," she answered her tone shy and sheepish,

"I'm afraid if you continue that habit I'll have to give you a few extra lessons on how not to be so proper. Your face may get stuck in a permanent state of bowing."

"Perhaps," she blushed, "Shall I show you to your chambers uncle? I can have them bring you supper? Or would you rather attend to a visit with the queen regent?"

"I can imagine that Alicent will busy at this moment with all her duties. I shall see her after supper, a good meal after a long ride always has a way of making things more bearable."

Y/n nodded and turned to lead the way inside the keep, she led him through the corridors before finally to his chambers. Gwayne nodded as he stepped into his temporary chambers, following Y/n inside. He sat on the bed, taking off his riding boots and stretching out with a soft groan, the bed beneath him being far more comfortable than the leather of his seat that he just spent gods knows how long riding on.

"Last I had heard my mother was taken to prayer, she does so at this hour daily accompanied by none other than her sworn sword."

Gwayne raised a brow at the mention of Alicent's sworn sword, "Ser Criston, I presume. They are practically tied at the hip, that's for sure..."

"she insists, for her protection in these tender days,"

Gwayne leaned back on his bed, arms behind his head. "I wouldn't be surprised if she has more than just protection on her mind whenever she is with her sworn shield."

“Perhaps…”

Gwayne lifted a brow, smirking at her. He rolled over onto his side, leaning on his elbow as he looked at her. One could imagine it was similar to the look a cat might give a mouse, a little bit of mischief sparkling in his eyes. "Does my little niece have something going on in that head of hers? Some juicy gossip to tell her old uncle perhaps?"

“No, No… she is simply very busy, I hardly much see her these days.”

Gwayne sat up on his bed, patting the blanket next to him with a sympathetic smile on his face. "She's the queen regent now, she's going to be busy, especially in these times. But she's your mother, don't be afraid to knock on her door and demand her company."

"I so often find her in the company of my siblings..." Y/n said as she came sitting beside him smoothing her dress as she sat, "It is sinful of me? to be envious?"

Gwayne wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He squeezed tightly, letting his smile grow once more. "Of course, it isn't. I may be a knight, but I'm not so virtuous to deny that I have sinful thoughts now and then. It would be natural for you to want your mother's alone attention after she's spent years focusing it on your other siblings." Gwayne paused for a moment, squeezing her one more time before continuing to speak, eyes studying her face carefully. “Though, my little bird… I must ask. Do these envious thoughts extend past your mother when it comes to those siblings of yours?”

"How so?"

"Well, sometimes one can’t help but compare themselves to their siblings. Do you? Perhaps even envy them for anything that they may have and you do not?"

"No uncle, I am content. Merely lonely I expect,"

Gwayne hummed, watching her carefully, expression thoughtful for a moment. He nodded in understanding of her words before smiling once more, “Well, you won’t be lonely now that I’m here.”

"I suppose not, may I ask of your travels? and of my little brother Daeron?"

Gwayne let his smile grow at the mention of Daeron, the boy was a favorite of his, after all. He sat up a little straighter, "He’s growing up quickly. Very sharp with a blade already, I don’t have a doubt in my mind that he will surpass me in skill one day. I also wouldn’t be surprised if he manages to get even taller than me as well, gods know that the boy will shoot up like a weed." Gwayne chuckled, rubbing his chin as he continued in thought. He turned to look down at Y/n, taking in her own appearance before speaking once more, voice amused. "He definitely got the good look, too, I’d say. Much better than what I myself was cursed with. And he certainly got that Targaryen look to him, you can’t deny that. He's going to be quite the catch to any young lady that catches his eye..."

“Sometimes… I wish…”

Gwayne’s smile faded once he heard the tone in her voice, a frown starting to form on his face. He furrowed his brows, studying her expression closely. "Wish what, little bird?"

"sometimes I wish mother had sent me away, instead of daeron. or as well as. There are days I ponder over what joys I may have if I was at Oldtown with you,"

A look of surprise flashed across Gwayne’s face. He let out a quiet sigh as he pulled Y/n close, wrapping both arms around her and resting his chin gently on top of her head. They were silent for a moment before he spoke, voice quiet but still with a hint of concern. “I didn’t know you felt like that, little bird… Have you ever asked her why she sent Daeron and not you?”

"No, but I can assume,"

“And would you care to share your assumption?”

"Aegon is king. Heleana his queen. Mother would never send Aemond away she worries to much for him. So she sends away Daeron her little boy she has hopes and ambitions for."

Gwayne hummed, considering the validity of her words. He couldn’t help himself from reaching out and ruffling her hair again, “And there’s no hope and ambition for you, my little bird? Your mother has placed no expectations for you?”

"My mother plans to sell me off, to whatever lord bids highest when the war begins." Y/n answered, “Whichever lord offers the most men,”

Gwayne’s eyes widened slightly as she spoke. He paused for a moment, processing the words that she just spoke., his eyes hardening as anger began to bubble inside him. “Surely it can’t be that bad. Has Alicent actually spoken of that in front of you?”

"she says as her unmarried daughter... it is my duty,"

Gwayne didn’t say anything at first, clenching his jaw as he ground his teeth in anger. After a few moments passed, he spoke up again, voice somewhat quiet but with a clear hint of anger. “Alicent shouldn’t send you to some lord to be sold to, like she’s sending a piece of furniture. You are a Hightower, little bird. One of us. She has no right to treat you like some kind of cattle that she can barter and trade as she pleases.” Gwayne took a breath before continuing to speak, forcing himself to calm down some. He reached over and grabbed Y/n’s chin, gently tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. His voice was softer now, but there was still a slight trace of anger in his tone. “She has no right… I won’t let anyone treat you like that. I won’t let Alicent sell you off to any lord that bids high. I’ll fight tooth and nail to make sure Alicent doesn’t do that to you, little bird.”

"Thank you, uncle," she briefly smiled, the first real smile he had seen since his arrival

Seeing her smile seemed to calm Gwayne a bit more, his shoulders relaxing and his jaw unclenching as a small smile formed on his face as well. He let go of her chin, gently ruffling her hair once more. “There we go, much better than that pitiful frown I saw earlier. No more talk about Alicent intending to sell you off to some lord. I won’t have it.”

After a while of the sweet embrace Y/n spoke once more, “Uncle?”

Another hum left Gwayne’s mouth, looking down at her with an eyebrow raised. “Yes, little bird?”

“You… have been gone so long,”

Gwayne let his smile grow after her words, nodding his head. “You’re right… I can’t believe it’s been this long. My, hasn’t it been almost four years now?”

"Do you think... I am too old now for 'secrets'?" she whispered

“Too old for secrets? Never.” he smiled,, “Why do you ask that, little bird?”

"One of... our little secrets?" she hinted

Gwayne’s lip twitched upward in a mixture of amusement and curiosity. His smile turned a little wicked, “One of… our little secrets?”

she nodded blushing a little

“Never my little bird,” He cooed, “Would you perhaps like to-”

“Yes please,” she softly giggled and checked the door to make sure no one was around to see them before she closed the gap and pressed her lips to his as they had so many times throughout her life

He let a soft laugh escape his mouth when her lips made contact with his, one of his hands finding purchase on the back of her head and he leaned into the kiss.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds, Gwayne wrapping one of his arms around her and pulling her a bit closer to him as the kiss continued for a bit before he pulled away just enough that their lips were still millimetres apart, but there was just enough there that he could look into her eyes. “… we can’t have anyone finding out about this, now can we, my little bird?”

she shook her head "No..."

A soft chuckle left his mouth as he studied her face once again, that smirk never leaving his face as he spoke. “No, we cannot have anyone finding out. It is a secret that we have to keep. You got that, little bird? This is just between us, okay?”

"If I promise... do I get more?"

The smirk on Gwayne’s face deepened, his eyes flashing with amusement as he chuckled softly and nodded his head. “If you promise, then I’ll give you more.”

"I promise," she nodded excitedly

A soft chuckle left his mouth at her excitement, a brief moment of silence passing before he spoke once more. “Good girl…” He smirked one of his hands gently tilting her chin up some before he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips once more, the kiss grew deeper and more intense until he pushed her down on his bed, "You remember little bird? Our secret?"

She nodded giggling softly in excitement,

He scoffed a chuckle and bit his bottom lip, He grasped the hem of her gown and swiftly pushed it up around her waist, revealing her underdress and stockings, "So sweet and proper," he cooed as he pushed the underdress up to her thighs to the top of her stockings, grabbing under her thighs and forcing them up until her knees where completely up, "Always have been, haven't you. You're really growing into the title... of princess," he smirked, running his nose over the tender skin at the top of her stockings,

"You think so?"

"I know so," he smirked, "But... you'll always be my little bird," he growled, his eyes meeting hers before he pealed her stocking down her leg and tossed it onto the floor, the other soon followed and he peppered kisses from her ankle all the way to her thighs, "You know y/n, I have been travelling for so long, I think I need a good meal." He growled, before she even had a chance to respond he forced her to dress and underdress up to her waist,

She softly and playfully squealed as he exposed her already trembling cunt,

"Shhh." He reminds her as he sits up with a predatory smile as he looks down at her, laid on his bed her hair cascading around her, her dress up around her waist and her legs up and apart offering herself to him so willingly, "Wouldn't you agree? that your old uncle needs something delicious?" He growled as his hand moved to rub across her tender lips, gliding his fingers over her wetness, he rubbed her clit with a sly clockwise circle before sliding his fingers down to push his index and middle finger inside her,

"Ah!" She gasped her hips bucking upwards, her feet attempting to squirm against the sheets as hie fingers so delicately fucked her, as Gwayne loomed over her with a sly sadistic smile, she tried to be quiet but the moans fell from her lips like a waterfall,

Gwanye pulled his hand back and licked his fingers clean, "Ummm just as delicious as I remember," He growled, pinning her hips down to the bed and grabbing her thighs holding them apart as he moved closer and blew across her arching clit, "Now... I am so very hungry from my ride, that little taste has only made me feel worse." He smirked, "So you know what that means?"

"you... you must..." She trembled with excitement,

"Humm I must feast little bird," He purred before burning his head between her legs...

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thesensteawitch · 2 months ago

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What's Waiting For You At The Next Stop?🕯️☀️

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(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

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Pile 1

Cookies🍪—At the next stop, freedom awaits you. But freedom of what? From the thoughts that kept you blocked from living a financially/materially abundant life. You may have felt restricted to explore the world and enjoy the pleasures that come with it. You have spent a lot of time in solitude and have gained wisdom. Until now you've been on a journey within. Now it's time to explore what's outside of you, the natural world that's a manifestation of God's imagination. You've learned to trust your inner knowing rather than relying on outside noise. Now, you're ready to experience life because you've been made responsible by the divine. You've read about great places in books and have seen beautiful images of places that exist somewhere in this world. Some of you may even be interested in going for a spiritual retreat, and this will bring you closer to the richness of life. At the next stop, your communication will play an important role as you'll be forming new connections. It's been pretty long since you've connected with strangers or made some new friends. The divine is saying, “It's time to introduce you to a world prepared by me at a frequency that matches with your life's purpose.” Signs: Black Cat, Seeing a Lot of Different Birds, and Purple Grapes. 334🕯️

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Socks🧦—At the next stop a familiar face awaits. The face that you've been trying to forget and erase from your mind. The past is knocking at your door, and someone wants to communicate with you. This can be a person or your own shadow that you've been trying to heal. It's going to be a moment of choice for you. Will you choose your dignity or your overwhelming emotions? The next stop is going to feel tempting. It's going to trick you by wearing the mask of something/someone sent from the divine. This energy has challenged you mentally, emotionally, and physically. Now that you look better or seem better, this energy wants to take away what you've built. This stop is a test for you. Divine wants to see if you've learned your lesson or not. Are you ready for the true and genuine gift that awaits you after this tricky stop? This next stop isn't the one you must fall for. Wait for the next. It's your winter season going on. Spring has yet to arrive in your personal cycle of life. Wait, be patient. 444 can be significant for you. You may be seeing this number a lot. Delayed doesn't mean denied. You're very close to enjoying the fruits of your patience. Choose your dignity. Choose patience. Signs: White Dog, Hearts & Smoke. 3333💛

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cherrykpawp · 1 month ago

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Heat // Ch 2

Rating: Explicit, Mature (M)

Pairings: Yunho x reader, Mingi x reader, San x reader, Wooyoung x reader, Yeosang x reader, hinted San x Wooyoung, hinted Mingi x Yeosang, hinted San x Mingi, hinted Wooyoung x Yeosang, hinted San x Yeosang

This fic includes: hybrids, Afab!reader, reader-centric, smut, fluff, angst, minor mentions of death, Dance instructor!Yunho, Owner!Yunho, Vet doctor!Hongjoong, Fashion designer!Seonghwa, Owner!Seonghwa, Vocal professor!Jongho, Calico hybrid!reader, Black cat hybrid!San, Dobermann hybrid!Yeosang, Husky hybrid!Mingi, Maine Coone hybrid!Wooyoung, switch!reader, Soft top!Yunho, switch!Yeosang, switch!San, Top leaning!San, switch!Mingi, switch!Wooyoung, Sub leaning!Wooyoung, cunnilingus, polyamory, threesomes, slow burn, nipple play, unprotected sex (WRAP IT!), creampies, breeding kink, blowjob, throat fucking, Consensual Somnophilia, possible established relationships, teasing, overstimulation, heats, begging, pet names, praise kinks, size difference, some dirty talk, hair pulling, sex toys, face sitting, fingering, voyeurism, squirt, swearing, bondage, slight possessiveness, choking, biting, love bites, eye contact, shower sex, floor sex, cockwarming, alcohol consumption, masturbation, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, scent kink

W.C: 6k

Sleep didn’t work in your favor last night. You tossed and turned all night, eventually giving up and staying up until the birds chirped. Sometime in the morning, a voice called out their farewells to whoever could hear him, making it out to be Hongjoong leaving for work. Although you physically felt tired, you couldn’t bring yourself to get actual rest. You wanted to look out the window to busy yourself, inhale fresh air, and listen to the birds sing their morning song but your feet were still tender. Frankly, it was way better than yesterday’s since you were transported for the most part. Yunho’s words came into your head about calling him if you needed anything but the man needed his slumber. Stubborn as you are, you ripped the sheets off your body and swung your legs off the bed. You forced yourself to stand up, flinching at the pins and needles electrifying themselves through your soles. Since you weren’t getting any rest anyway, it would be better to freshen up for the day. Limping, you hobbled out the room door, peeking down the hallway. There wasn’t anyone in sight. You hugged the wall, given your difficult plight to the bathroom, and plopped down on the toilet seat. Grabbing the toothbrush Yunho gave you and toothpaste, you began to brush your teeth zoning out into nothingness. So much so that you didn’t see the bathroom door being opened, unaware of not locking it.

Yunho looked slightly abashed to see you in the bathroom, dumbfounded at how you managed to get there. “Oh my, good morning y/n”, his morning voice letting out a more guttural sound than usual and vibrating in his throat. Yunho’s blonde locs were disheveled, his cheeks were slightly puffy, and his eyes half-lidded. Indicating that he woke up a few moments ago. His clothes changed from last night’s, opting for a black short-sleeve and black sweatpants that hung low. It exposed the band of his Calvin boxers. “How did you get to the bathroom? Did anyone help you?”, you shook your head making him cock his head to the side. He grabbed the glass cup on the sink and filled it with water so you could wash your mouth.

“I sort of just limped here”, you shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal to you, at least you feigned it wasn’t. Yunho deprecated your decision, grabbing your toothbrush and washing it off for you. “I told you to call me, I promise I’m a light sleeper. I would’ve woken up to tend to you”, you were aggravated with yourself, tail snaking around your waist. Yunho spotted it and immediately apologized, “Sorry, I can't help but imagine the pain you would be feeling. I should’ve woken up earlier”

“I wouldn’t have woken you up either way. I know what you told me yesterday but still”, playing with the bottom of your shirt, miserable.

“Then at least let me bring you downstairs for breakfast and anywhere you'd like to go for today”, he reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste to freshen up himself, “just give me a few minutes to wake up myself”, he smiled. You observed him brushing his teeth with half-lidded eyes, collecting water in his mouth before spitting the remnants. He then opened the medicine cabinet to retrieve his skin care, cleansing his face thoroughly and adding toner. Afterward, he wet his hands to run it through his hair briefly, letting out a soft huff, pleased with his appearance. Yunho finally faced you, gesturing to raise your arms so he could carry you. He picked you up easily, it was like you weighed nothing to him. Then again, you are malnourished.

Yunho brought you downstairs and spotted someone at the dining table, it was San. He had a bowl of something in front of him, eating it slowly. Yunho sat you at the dining table, diagonal from him. He mumbled something about getting you some oatmeal, oblivious to your stomach growling. San’s hair was a complete mess, and he seemed to have been eating with his eyes closed. How? You have no idea. But he fluttered his eyes to see you, he must've woken up just now.

“Hi”, he tenderly greeted, his ears flicked on top of his hair and his tail wrapped around his free arm. “How was your first night’s rest?”. He ate cereal, finding out as he scooped another spoon of it.

“I didn’t sleep, I couldn’t”, causing San to worry about you. “Why not?”, you shrugged in response. “I like to take naps, if you want we can take one later.”, he nonchalantly recommended but to you, initiating it had you flushed. “Unless you don’t want to, I respect your space. Sorry if I’m moving too quickly”.

You waved off his statement. If the sweatpants you had on were more hybrid-friendly, he’d see how your tail would be moving behind you but your ears pointing up suggested enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you see MIngi’s tall figure walking out of his room, stretching and yawning exaggeratedly. He saw you two sitting at the table and walked over to it, sitting next to San and staring into dead air.

“Give him a minute, he’s usually like this every morning. He just needs a system reboot”, San finished his bowl of milk and receded in his seat. Mingi blinked sporadically before releasing another yawn, causing you to yawn yourself. “Domino effect”, San chuckled.

“Morning y/n”, if Mingi’s voice wasn’t deep already, it hit the hertz that whales could hear. Your ears flicked at how deep it was, “morning Mingi”. He nodded, putting his hands between his legs as he sat silently.

“What time is it?”, you inquired. San had pulled out his phone. “7:35 am”. “Do you always wake up this early?”, the question was directed to both of them.

Mingi shook his head. “San sleeps in a little longer, I was surprised to see him up this early myself. But our body usually wakes up when we sense Yunho is up. Pretty routine now”, he carded his fingers through his own hair. You noticed that he hadn’t gotten a meal himself.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”, you tilted your head towards Mingi. “I will in a bit. I don’t like eating immediately after waking up. Is Yunho making you something?”. “Yeah, oatmeal.”

“Mmm”, he acknowledged.

“What do you guys do when he’s not here?”, suddenly curious about their life.

“Eat, play with each other, play video games, meet up with our other hybrid friends, go to hybrid-friendly restaurants, and bars..”, San and Mingi listed off the top of their heads, ping-ponging.

“You go out by yourself?”, you furrowed your brows.

San nodded like it should be common knowledge, “We have phones. We have tracking apps on it so that hyung can see where we are if he needs to. We just tell him where we’re gonna head to before we leave and if we update our plans we let him know that too. In instances like bars though, we call him to ask for a ride home because that’s one thing he's worried about, us potentially not making it home because we’re intoxicated. But other than that, we had the freedom to do anything”.

You were a house cat mainly, not only did you not like outside but because your previous owner never allowed it In fear that someone would take you, especially since you didn’t have a phone of your own. You never experienced going out or celebrating anything, drinking either. You never went to eat at fancy restaurants, which made you prefer home-cooked meals. Things you did to occupy your time were drawing and singing, especially since your previous owner loved music. You’d sing their favorite songs to appease them or to comfort yourself. There were puzzles you did here and there but access to technology and the real world wasn’t part of them.

Yunho had come to the dining table with 3 bowls on a tray, two full of oatmeal and one full of Mingi’s favorite cereal, and placed it down before sitting next to you. “Glad to see you’re awake boys, were you guys catching up with y/n?”

Mingi grabbed his bowl and placed it in front of him, “yes, mainly talking about ourselves but we’ll get to know y/n properly soon”, he began eating. Yunho appreciated his honesty as he put your bowl in front of you, “eat up”

Yunho ate the same thing as you because he didn’t want you feeling left out..and because he accidentally made too much. “San, can you do me a favor and bring the tablet from the living room, please?”. It finally gave San an excuse to put his bowl away, considering he was just analyzing your scent the whole time. When he returned with the tablet and handed it to Yunho, he sat down next to Mingi again, leaning his head on his shoulder. It honestly looked like he was about to doze off.

Yunho expertly flew through the device, and you being curious watched on. He opened about five to six different tabs, all with diverse websites on them. “Two of these sites are clothes for hybrids, another for shoes, another for nightly wear and lingerie if you need it, another is for toys for your heats and then the last one is to pick out your phone and if you want a tablet or laptop. Do you remember your sizes for everything?”, Yunho handed you the tablet, something you’ve never seen before.

“Yes. But I don’t know how to work this”, you told him, swallowing a spoon of oatmeal. Cooing at your naivety, Yunho guided you through how to add things to the online shopping cart. It was easier than you thought it would be. “How much am I allowed to spend?”. Yunho waved it off, “Just add what you like, don't worry about anything”

“Last time you said that, Mingi bought damn near everything from a designer brand”, San jerked when Mingi’s tail hit him, Mingi focused on eating anyways but let out a small ‘ah!’ because San bit his shoulder.

“Yes well, I still meant what I said”, Yunho ate his oatmeal, signaling the boys to stop biting each other at the table with his spoon. You laughed at their interaction, causing the whole table to stare at you.

“Oop-”, you bored your eyes into the tablet instead, flushed again.

“It was just the first time we heard you laugh. It suits you well”, Mingi complimented suavely, smiling from ear to ear. You realized his smile was the prettiest thing on earth. You gave an unfeigned ‘thank you’ before continuing to browse. Yunho’s phone rang in his pocket and answered, “Hongjoong-ah!”, he said informally and enthusiastically, you heard the older male on the phone briefly scold him, “Sorry hyung”. San and Mingi snickered at his reaction, Yunho squinted at them.

You couldn’t make out what Hongjoong was talking about, you just automatically assumed it was about you. Too engrossed in the clothes you were looking at. There were so many pretty and elegant options; you picked out different shirts, blouses, tees, pants, jeans, coats, skirts, and dresses that you’d most likely wear on special occasions like going out to eat or whatever formal event you'd need it for. The other site had more basic attire like everyday wear and comfortable stuff like the sweatpants and shirt you were wearing now, shorts, socks, etc. The site for nightly wear and lingerie piqued your interest because you had never seen such nice and intricate detailing, the sets were gorgeous and so were the babydoll clothes. There was a gorgeous see-through robe with fur detailing trailing from top to bottom, you were debating if you even really needed it. You put it in the cart anyway before going to the shoe site, picking out three sneakers, a pair of boots, two pairs of shoes that could fit all your outfits, and two heels and adding those to the cart. You were on the site for technology but your thoughts were interrupted.

“Hyung said that your blood results came back normal and that you should ice your feet every couple hours for 15 minutes at a time since they were swollen from you traveling for so long barefoot”, Yunho informed you, being watchful of your reaction, “he also said that you’re officially in the system and that you are..mine”, he smiled with his teeth. Your heart jumped just hearing that you were his, smiling genuinely this time. He dramatically got up and did a prince bow, being playful suddenly, “And because you are the only woman here, you are allowed to rough us up and beat us up if we're bothering you.”

San and Mingi followed suit and playfully bowed as well, “Princess y/n, please be gentle with us”, San mimicked a historical accent, causing you to laugh.

They were all so handsome and hilarious you thought, your face felt hot from all the attention. “I don’t think I need to beat any of you up. But thank you for welcoming me to your home”. Cute aggression almost took over the hybrids as they wanted to hug and hold you to celebrate but they have to be careful with you for the next couple of days, you're still delicate. Mingi had gotten up to put his and Yunho’s bowl in the sink to wash up, but your bowl was still somewhat full so he left it for you to eat.

“Um Yunho, I'm not sure which phone to get so you can just pick anything for me”, he took it from you so that you could finish your oatmeal. He gripped his chin, analyzing the page before choosing something that said ‘new release’. “What’s your favorite color?”. “Purple”.

“Same!”, San’s ears perked up, tail swaying behind him, “I love dark purple a lot, any purple”. You listed that your favorite colors were purple, black, and red.

“My favorite colors are dark blue…and cement color”, Mingi butted in

“C-cement?”, you questioned him, thrown off a bit.

“I don’t know why he doesn’t just say grey”, San scowled, “it always throws people off”

“It’s not just any grey. It's cement grey. The same way you like dark purple and purple”, Mingi defended his choices, folding his arms in front of him, his ears in ‘airplane’ mode.

“I don’t think it’s a bad color to like. I just wanted to know what he meant.”. You polished your bowl of oatmeal before Yunho handed the tablet back to you, “I added a laptop for you in case you wanted to make any music on it”, Yunho considered your hobbies, which was very sweet of him. “Also I like all colors”, he decided to add.

You registered everything you’ve learned from the men at the table, going to the last site dedicated to heat toys. It was a big deal because not every toy helps the same hybrids, everyone is different. You picked out various toys and accessories, handing the tablet back to Yunho, “I’m done with everything”. San took it upon himself to take your bowl to the sink after you finished. You appreciated how attentive everyone was towards you, but you couldn’t decide if it was due to your current state or them giving you “princess” treatment. Either way, you weren’t complaining. You’d do everything yourself if you could. Yunho went through all the tabs, not bothering to look at the price or what you put in it, just pressing the ‘pay’ option. He must be very well off to not care about how much everything came out to be. Then again, he officially has 3 hybrids now. He uttered “cute” on the lingerie page, paying for everything. The tablet made a little shutdown sound after he finished.

“Everything should be coming in a week or two. Next time, I’ll order what you want to decorate your room. But in that time, you may have to continue wearing my clothes still”, he pondered, “..or I could just go out and buy something for you right now..”

“No no, I can wait”, you brushed his thought off like he didn't drop 5-6k on you just now. “I like how your clothes smell too”, Yunho had a bashful look on his face, “don’t say that around them, I might have competition suddenly”

“In your dreams hyung”, Mingi puffed his chest, “You may not be able to smell me but I think I have the best scent around here”, San looked at you and mouthed ‘he’s crazy; to you. “But chocolate musk and strawberries might have one-upped me.”. These compliments weren’t something you were used to. Mingi seemed to be like a big flirt in your opinion.

“I hear you Mingi”, Yunho petted his head, petting San’s afterward because the latter got jealous if he wasn’t given equal affection. Yunho pets you right after, producing a purr from you. However his phone rang again and he looked at the contact name, “Oh no don't tell me”.

Anxious, you watch his face frown. “Yes noona, I understand.”. Noona? Did he have an older sister? Friend maybe or girlfriend? He hung up the phone and stuffed it back in his pocket. “I was going to call out of work today to watch over you but it seems like Noona at the dance studio fell ill so I’m going to have to go anyway”. Your ears fell flat on your head, you couldn’t tell him to stay, so you just nodded at his words. “These two will have to watch over you in the meantime, I’ll leave them a list and everything they should do to take care of you”. He stood from the table and looked at the two hybrids, “if she needs anything, gentlemen”.

They acknowledged Yunho’s warning, swearing to supervise you properly today. You trust they will since they’ve been so tentative with you already. You looked at the tablet already, noticing it was already 9 am, the day was still so long and you still hadn’t slept. Honestly, you were feeling pretty tired after the oatmeal, San noticed, “Do you want to nap now y/n?”

You declined, “Um…if it’s okay can I use the tablet on the couch?”. Without a second word, San stood up and offered his hand to you. You accepted it, watching him kneel down to wrap his arm under your knees and wrap your arms around his neck.

This is the first time you feel you properly smelled his scent, a mix of caramel and sandalwood. The woody base note felt so masculine to you but offered a delicious smoothness of caramel, you don’t think you smelt anything like it before. He placed you on the couch, bringing the tablet to you afterward. “There are a few games on there if you want to play anything. If you want to watch any videos, there’s an app for that as well. Let me know if you need any help with anything on it”.

“Thank you”, you said, swiping around on the device. There were so many things on the screen that you didn’t know where to start, you just pressed on random apps hoping to find anything interesting. If you began to get overwhelmed, you told yourself you’d just put it down and get some rest.

Yunho took about 30 minutes to get ready for work, not wanting to leave at all. He’s aware duty calls but he felt a mantle of responsibility to take care of you. This is exactly why he despises getting sick. It wasn’t even him this time. Life is unfair he thought. He came downstairs to see you perched on the couch, eyes glued to the tablet's screen while the boys turned on the PlayStation. He strolled up to the hybrids and said his goodbyes for the day, promising to return as soon as possible.

Without realizing it, you ended up on the tablet for hours, getting comfortable lying on your back. Everything felt like a new world to you, you found out that you liked two apps so far; YouTube and a rhythm game. Rhythm game because it had songs on it that you liked where you could tap and glide your fingers to the beat, and YouTube because you could search up music and random animal videos. Ironic considering you were a hybrid but it was different, videos of cats getting scared by cucumbers and sounding like they’re saying random words made you giggle.

San and Mingi saw that you were practically attached to the device as they played video games on the TV in front of the couch. Some game called “Tekken 6” or whatever. They were pretty loud at certain times but it didn’t bother you since you were several cat videos in. You distinctively heard San tease Mingi about losing 5 times in a row to his Jin character. A heavy thud made you look up from the tablet. They were play fighting, Mingi looked like he should’ve been winning because of how big he was but San overpowered him easily. He pressed his fingers into his waist, making Mingi guffaw. You watched as San’s tail gripped Mingi’s wrist and pulled it towards the ground.

“Just say I’m better”, San sat on Mingi’s torso, pushing his other arm away as the younger male tried to sit back up.

Mingi found unforeseen strength, pulling his wrist with San’s tail wrapped around it, and bit it. You phantom felt it too just by looking at it. It didn’t seem like it hurt but San was thrown off by it. With him distracted, Mingi quickly sat up, letting San fall back as it was his turn to assault his sides. “Never! Today was just pure luck”. You monitored everything, shaking your head at how silly they were being. If the game caused this kind of reaction out of someone, you don’t think you wanted to play it. But you did want to join them, it looked entertaining.

The doorbell rang, stopping their ministrations. They played rock, paper, scissors for who had to answer the door. Mingi lost again and had to answer it. “Wow, are you bad at all g- Ow!”, Mingi slapped his thigh to hush him up, getting up to answer the door. “Fun fact, if you ever want to beat him at rock, paper, scissors, just throw paper. He always throws rock”.

“Okay”, you chuckled. Mingi soon came back with a small package in hand, “your heat suppressants are here y/n”, handing it to you.

You situated yourself properly on the couch, looking at the pill bottle. There was a note separate from the bottle that you read, it was a personal note from Hongjoong himself:

‘After noting that y/n hasn’t had her heat in a while, allow her first heat to break before starting her on these. It could be more harmful to her if she were to take them now because she’d be restricting herself even more. When her heat dissipates, let her take it regularly. I’ve put in a monthly prescription for her that will be delivered along with the boy’s heat suppressants. If you have any questions, please contact me asap. — KHJ’

You placed the bottle on the table, “I can’t take these yet.”

Mingi furrowed his eyebrows, the game long forgotten about, “how come?”

“..I have to wait for my heat to break or else it will be more harmful”, sighing at the fact that you’re going to have a rough time one of these days. “I don’t even know when it’s going to break, if I knew maybe I’d prepare better”.

The ambiance felt tense, mainly because they were waiting for you to continue, you had nothing left to say. “..If I may ask, how did you usually handle your heats?”, San inquired, earning a side eye from Mingi but he was also curious.

You pressed your cheek into your palm, you haven’t thought about it in a while, wanting to forget what happened during your previous heat. “Toys mainly. I’ve been to a heat hotel about twice but it wasn’t enjoyable since the hybrids offered to me were mainly thinking about themselves. Whether it was because my scent was too intoxicating to them or because their heat broke as well, there wasn’t any chemistry”, you bitterly stated. “After I told my previous owner this, she stopped bringing me to them. She always wanted me to have better and that I also mattered when it came to my heat. But I don’t think I had a proper one”. The two hybrids listened intently, feeling abhorrence for you but it’s been a while ago for you to care. “What do you two do on your heats?”

“Depends on what we want that day”, Mingi played with the bracelet on his wrist while staring at you, “heat hotels, toys as well, sometimes each other, and sometimes our hybrid friends that belonged to Yunho’s and Hongjoong’s close friend, Seonghwa. Their names are Yeosang and Wooyoung.”

You were surprised, “you two help each other?”, San and Mingi shyly looked at each other before looking away, “Yeah, if we need it. Friends helping each other out”, San’s ears flicked and his tail wrapped around his arm. Mingi’s tail wagged behind him as his ears stood tall. “But when it comes to Yeosang and Wooyoung helping, San and Wooyoung are stuck to each other like glue. In and out of heat honestly.”. Mingi commented on the two’s relationship. Now you’re extra curious about how the other hybrids looked, wondering if they were as handsome as these two.

“...So if I needed…would you help me?”, you quizzed, afraid of rejection but asked anyway.

“Absolutely”, Mingi’s tail swung lower, snapping himself out of his thoughts, “If you wanted us to of course”, he cleared his throat. Your throat felt dry suddenly, at least you had the security of knowing you could ask for help from San and Mingi.

“It would be an honor”, San put a hand over his heart, giving you a small smile. “You could also tell us to go away and we would”, that made you laugh.

“No, I wouldn’t do that”. Well, you don’t know that yet but it’s not like they’ve given you a reason to.

“But I do have a question, did you go into heat while you were outside?”, Mingi asked. That stumped you a bit, you never really talked about that.

“Yes but only once. It was around the time when I had left my owner's place after she passed away. Because she had passed a week before it started, it hit me while I was searching for shelter away from the cold. By that time, I found a secluded house that had been abandoned for a while. I stayed in there and just held myself for days”, you painfully reminisced, cringing at the thought. “It was painful enough but the lack of food on top of that and any toys made the pain tenfold. But I figured it was probably safer there than out where there could be some potential predator. After that one, I hadn’t had one for the next 3 months. I’m guessing my stress levels prevented me from having them”.

And now you have to prepare for another painful heat, as long as you're in better conditions.

The atmosphere didn’t let up either. San and Mingi regret asking you these questions because they didn’t know how deep it was going to get. They noticed that your chocolate musk and strawberry scent was slowly starting to turn sour again and their alarms went off.

“Y/n”, San took you out of your thoughts, “Would you like to scent us? It helps with stress. Maybe we can help you relax”, he offered. Scenting was normal amongst hybrids, friends did it, lovers did it, and even hybrids getting to know each other did it. But you never got to properly scent them now that you thought of it.

“Yes..’. San almost got up to head in your direction but you put your hand up, signaling to stay where he was. You got off the couch and crawled to where the two hybrids sat, sitting in front of them and looking between them. They gave you a comforting smile, waiting for you to initiate it first.

Considering San was the one that asked first, you dipped your face in the crook of his next by his scent gland. You were welcomed with the deep woody sandalwood and caramel scent again. The pheromone felt like when you get caramel stuck in your tooth, so sweet and sticky. But then the woodsy smell came, washing on top of it. The earthy tones were rich and slightly floral, it was one of the most unique scents you’ve smelled. You almost wanted to drink it but knew that wasn't physically possible. You didn't realize your tail was swaying behind you until San whispered cordially, “You seem to like it”. You gave him a nod, moving from his neck.

You turned to face MIngi and he opened his arms, enveloping you as you went to his scent gland. This was the first time you got to scent him since being here and he smelt like something you didn’t expect honestly. He had a combination of Egyptian musk and cocoa butter; another floral woody scent but with more amber with its rich chocolate-like aroma of the cocoa butter and hint of vanilla. The Egyptian musk was the main base of the scent since it was a more herbal and sultry aroma. Mingi held you in his arms as you scented him, “I like hugging people if you’re wondering”, he spoke softly, running a thumb along your arm. When he felt you pull back, he released you from his hold, “Whose scent did you like more?”.

They anticipated your answer like they were about to win a prize or something. Honest to god, both had such alluring scents you couldn’t pick. “Both”, you watched as they both enlarged their chests and shook hands, ‘Draw?’, ‘Draw.’. They were both weirdos but you enjoyed it. You began purring audibly, never feeling this relaxed in your life. “Would you two like to scent me?”

They instantly leaned to the respective sides of your neck, deeply inhaling. You produced more pheromones so that they could both get a good amount since you only had one scent gland anyway. San’s tail slapped against the ground in content, accidentally brushing against yours at one point. He moved his tail to the other side to continue his ministrations. Mingi placed his palm on the ground so that his nose pressed into your gland, huffing deeply twice and exhaling. His tail swaying side to side like a pendulum. You closed your eyes, purring becoming even louder for them to hear, you were in the clouds right now. They didn't want to but they both pulled away, savoring it.

“There’s no competition when you already seem to be the winner” San referring to your pheromones. You hummed at the compliment, “Thank you”. Mingi put his hands up admitting defeat.

You yawned, peeping at the clock behind them, It’s only 3:30 pm and the need for sleep was finally winning. “I feel really sleepy all of a sudden..”. The power of scenting.

Your yawning caused San to yawn, it was around the time he took his daily nap. “Would you like to take that nap now? If not, I might just go ahead without you”, His eyes were getting heavy like earlier this morning.

“Yes please”, rubbing your eyes, fighting with them. “Anywhere in particular you like to nap?”. “Wherever you usually do. Could be on this floor even”

Mingi frowned that you two were going to nap for the first time without him, “what about me?”, he feigned a whine. “I thought you were joining anyways”, you told him, and he started to feel better. Mingi shot up, quickly running around the house and gathering plush blankets and pillows so that your body wouldn’t hurt on the ground. It wouldn’t have, especially since it wasn’t concrete.

He placed two large futons and three pillows on the living room floor, feeling proud of his work. They let you get on it first feeling it out to see if you liked it, you wondered how thick these futons were because you didn’t feel the floor beneath you. Laying down on the middle pillow, the other two hybrids followed suit on either side of you. San placed his arm under your pillow and opened his other one, offering you the freedom to find purchase in his chest. You scooted closer to him, hugging his torso and exhaling deeply. You were right by his scent gland and could pass out any second. You felt Mingi shuffle behind you, “Y/n, am I allowed to hold you as well? I do like to hold onto people or plushies but I could just use this pillow”.

“Of course you can..”, you stated sleepily, reaching for his arm behind you and bringing it over your waist. He scooted closer to you but not enough to press up against your back, his nose pressed against the back of your neck, wanting to scent you as he fell asleep. The combination of their scents surrounded you; the Egyptian musk and cocoa butter beautifully melted into the sandalwood and caramel. You could die here, passing away in tranquility. It didn’t take long for you to knock out after that, finally losing the sleeping battle.

Yunho had finally come home from work, it wasn’t that long of a day for him since he called in another dance teacher to teach the rest of the lessons. He explained his situation to the dance teacher, earning empathy and telling him Yunho you were more important. Yunho was thankful to have understanding coworkers. Even though you said you were fine without it, he still went ahead and bought you some inside clothes, bras, and underwear so you would feel more comfortable and let your tail loose. He remembered your sizes after scanning slightly at what you put in the cart from earlier. He only bought what he deemed was a week’s worth, just so that you could wear whatever before your online order arrived. The walk home after was short, stressing out slightly about whether the boys did what he told them. It’s not that he didn’t trust them, never that. They just sometimes get caught up in their worlds sometimes.

He unlocked the front door to his house and was greeted with silence. He didn’t see anyone at the dining table or in the kitchen so he thought you were all in your respective rooms. He put his coat away and removed his shoes, walking to place your new bag of clothes on the dining table before noticing feet sticking out from the living room area. When he walked over, his heart warmed up. He saw that you were in between Mingi and San, Mingi spooning right behind you with his nose in your neck and holding your waist. Your nose was deep into San’s neck, and your arms were wrapped tightly around his torso and San’s nose in your hair. San’s tail tangled itself around your leg and yours around Mingi’s. You all slept so peacefully and blissfully. He decided to capture a photo of the three of you to show you later and send it to Seonghwa later.

Yunho was glad you finally warmed up to them, proud that they made you feel more comfortable. That way you’ll be more open to everyone, you were in safe hands he thought. He left you three alone and grabbed the bag full of your new clothes and put them away for later, keeping the mental image of the small smile you had on your face while sleeping. And how he’d never want to see you frown a day in your life, you deserved to be happy.

So he vowed to make that happen.

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multific · 3 months ago

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From Strangers to Soulmates

Isaac x Reader

Summary: You were new in town, and barely even had time to get used to your new home when your parents told you that you would marry one of the boys in the village.

The news came to you one evening, an arrangement sealed without your consent but with your future in mind.

It was a shock, to say the least.

Isaac, they said, was the son of a nice man in town, a hard worker with a reputation for kindness.

Your family spoke highly of Isaac, though you had never met, you doubted your parents met him for more than a couple minutes.

You barely knew anybody, so, you knew better than to argue or say no.

When the day of the wedding arrived, you stood across from him in the church.

Isaac's warm smile eased your nerves. He was handsome and he looked kind.

Thank God.

“I know this is sudden,” he whispered softly as the priest recited his words, “but I promise to be a good husband to you.”

His sincerity surprised you, and you found yourself nodding with a smile across your face.

Married life with Isaac was nothing like the tales of hardship you had heard from others.

Each morning, he woke early to tend to the small farm behind your home.

When you woke, he had already prepared breakfast as he greeted you, along with his cheerful humming.

One morning, as the rooster crowed, you stumbled into the kitchen to find Isaac already dressed, kneading dough with flour on his hands.

He glanced up and grinned.

“Good morning, Love. Sleep well?”

“I wanted to prepare breakfast this morning,” you replied, leaning against the doorway. "But you were faster than me."

He chuckled, wiping his hands on a cloth before he placed a kiss against your temple.

“Breakfast is almost ready. Go sit, I’ll bring it to you.”

He always insisted on taking care of you, though you often protested. When you brought him water or helped with chores, he thanked you with such genuine appreciation that your heart swelled.

Isaac was easy to love.

His kindness and sincerity made you feel at ease as you slowly began to fall in love.

In the evenings, after supper, the two of you often sat by the fire.

Isaac would carve small wooden figures, birds, deer, and even a rabbit he once said was meant to be a cat.

“You’re teasing me,” you said, laughing as he handed it to you.

"What? It has... character.”

Despite your joy, you kept the carving on the mantle, just above the fireplace, treasuring every gift he gave because you knew he gave it from his heart.

On rainy nights, with the symphony of raindrops outside, he would read to you from the old Bible his mother had given him.

His voice was steady and soothing, and though you weren’t particularly interested in his book, you loved the way his words filled the room.

As the weeks turned into months, the initial awkwardness between you faded.

One evening, as you watched Isaac working by lantern light, you realized how much your feelings had grown.

“I never expected this,” you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

He looked up from his task, brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“To feel this way about you. To find happiness... love.”

Setting his tools aside, Isaac crossed the room and knelt before you, taking your hands in his.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier,” he admitted, his voice low and sincere. “You’ve made my life brighter than I ever imagined.”

You kissed him.

He took you to bed.

It was the first time you two had made love.

You finally became one.

That night, as you lay together beneath the blankets, he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ll spend every day making sure you’re happy. I love you.”

"I love you too."

And he did.

From the quiet mornings to the laughter-filled evenings, Isaac’s love was constant, steady and unwavering.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

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simpleskull200 · 9 months ago

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I am completely and utterly obsessed with the idea of the Daycare attendant being cat-coded.

I mean, just imagine it. You're in the daycare, sitting at the desk doing your job. You have a little figure or something not easily broken sitting on top of the desk and while you're absorbed in your work Sun or Moon comes over and will nudge items off the edge of the desk slowly to get your attention. Or they bring you gifts, not like the typical mice or birds instead it's snacks and crafts.

Moon staring at you from across the daycare during naptime? You bet, all you see is the distant glow of his eyes.

Sun? Near constant zoomies, I swear.

It's just such a silly idea and it brings me immense joy. So many goofy scenarios that could come of it.

What would the animatronic equivalent of Catnip be???

As always, feel free to reblog and share your thoughts. It opens up the way for conversation and helps my posts reach a wider audience!

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burningcheese-merchant · 5 months ago

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I know that it is highly unlikely that it is the case, but come and give it a thougjt with me (Yandere Spice with a twist).

What if: Burning Spice, despite being completely obsessive and being the sadomasochist he is, routinely cuts off the heads of animals and cookies and brings them to her the first time with a love letter (he used to be the Herald of Change, so I'd imagine he's got- and retained- some brains, enough to at least write a psychotic obsessive love letter).

Now, Golden Cheese is obviously gonna freak the f out and gape as he shoves the head into her arms (probably throw it into the air and back up in panic) while Burning Spice- though displeased at first, just grins manically at her reaction soon enough (maybe even laughing), before he grabs it and shoves the letter and head onto her hands again and leaving.

Golden Cheese, having noticed his reaction to her throwing it, becomes concerned with what he might do if she doesn't accept the 'gifts', decides to keep it (She flies hella fast and enters through her window and hides it in a secret compartment in her room, before creating a hidden room the other gifts in the future).

Now, here's the twist:

Despite the shock and horror she displayed to Burning Spice's gift, she knew that deep down... She fucking loved it. She silently revels in it, even. At having so much of the Beast- A cookiebeing you could practically almost consider primordial and all-powerful-'s attention and taking up so much of their headspace. To be obsessed over adored by someone like that, so much so that they would go out of their way to behead someone and something and write a love letter daily, just to give it to her as a gift-

In short, she absolutely loves the attention she will never say it and will keep that to her grave and Burning Spice and everyone else is none the wiser of it. Of how she'd kept every letter and laminated every single one with the care and cautiousness and love one would use when holding thin glass, of how she intentionally goes out alone every day for a few minutes just so Burning Spice would 'see an opening' and give his gift, where Golden Cheese would then act terribly disgusted and horrified, and then keep the gifts. Ignorant of how she has a room full of the 'gifts' he's given her- which she'd taken the time to personally taxiderm each and every one, before hanging it on the wall like a reward or trophy. Of how she'd come to the room every night to just adore it just the sight makes her want to coo and purr in delight for a few minutes to an hour, before going to bed and resting.

Sorry for the rambling and the long paragraphs 😅😅

This is such a horrifying (in a good way) concept that I MUST acknowledge it and give my take!!! Gonna put it under a cut because this is particularly dark

Yandere Spice basically acting like a cat is so fucking funny to me lol I love it

I'm so glad you think Spice is a smart guy due to having been the Herald of Change/History, because I think that too! He simply HAS to be intelligent, even wise to a degree. It would be ridiculous if he wasn't; being buff doesn't automatically mean you're dumb. And I LOVE the letter thing, I've always headcanoned Spice (the "normal" one, not the yandere one) as writing Golden romantic poetry (and her liking it lol. It helps win her over).

Now, with the murder gifts: of course Golden is horrified. Not only has Spice ended innocent lives, but he did it for her. In a way, it's her fault, and she feels horrible. Animal, person/cookie, doesn't matter, Spice has killed again and he gives the fruits of his sinful labor to her as a declaration of "love". It's sick. No matter how deranged she finds him, he finds a way to sink lower. (But... one thing: he never hurts birds. He has never once brought her a dead bird, because even he knows that's a step too far and she REALLY won't like it. It's the one little drop of care and tact that he possesses.)

But that twist: somewhere beneath all those layers of shock, disgust and righteous anger is... flattery. Sick, twisted flattery. There's nothing Golden loves more than being praised, than being worshiped, than being showered with attention and gifts... and Spice is doing that. He's feeding her ego, albeit in the worst way possible. And so great and terrible is her ego, no matter what she does to temper or suppress it, that somewhere deep down inside, she enjoys what he's doing. That he'll gladly kill for her. That he'll show off his hard work in search of her praise and admiration. She is a goddess and he knows it. He is giving her the adulation she rightfully deserves.

Now, of course, this contradicts her normally altruistic nature, and she has a massive crisis of conscience. She keeps everything Spice gives her, she keeps the heads and the letters and stores them all properly, because... Well, she tells herself that it's better this way. If she refused them, he would retaliate, if not against her then against another innocent. If she preserves the heads, she can later discover who they belonged to and hopefully return them to the person's family (and it was the least she could do; clean them up, give them back even a fraction of their grace and dignity...). If she reads the letters, she'll have better insight into his mind and how he thinks, and thus be able to formulate a better response to him and his behaviors. These excuses are what she mutters under her breath over and over as she sneaks the heads into her room, through the window so no one sees her. As she tidies and laminates the letters, and stores them in a secure folder that she tucks into a box under the bed (which eventually becomes boxes, the more and more letters she gets). As she expertly taxidermies the heads and places them on nice shelves in a hidden closet in her room. It's better this way. She has to do this.

...and these are all true, they really are. But at the same time... Existing alongside this pain and terror and crushing guilt, is the sick joy in knowing that she has someone wrapped around her finger this completely. And a Beast, too. The Beast of Destruction, no less. Burning Spice himself, heads over heels in love with her, willing to do anything to have her. It shouldn't please her to have a monster practically at her beck and call, but... it does. It really, truly does. And no matter how much she hates herself for it... It's never enough to make it stop.

Sometimes, she'll hint at a specific person she doesn't like - usually a known enemy of her kingdom - just to see if he'll do what she thinks he will. Sure enough, the next time they meet, he has that person's head ready for her, all but puffing his chest out in pride and grinning that hideous, face-splitting, cruel grin of his. She acts upset, but she's actually pleased to know that she was right: he WILL do what she tells him to, just to please her.

Sometimes she'll stand there admiring her ever-expanding taxidermy collection, congratulating herself on her hard work; she does a better and better job every time. (And when the guilt comes bubbling to the surface, asking her why they're still here and not with their loved ones so they can have a proper funeral, she tells it that Spice will lose it if he catches her giving them away. Or she'll be made out to be the one responsible, since she's the one who has them. Or they're dead, their souls have departed to the afterlife, what happens to their mortal vessels matters not anymore...)

Sometimes, when she's in bed at night, she'll pull out the letters and read them. Sometimes she'll read one, sometimes a few, sometimes all of them. Some are surprisingly sweet and romantic, full of oddly gentle and doting words; she can feel the warmth and affection soaked into the page. Others are downright vulgar; she feels her own face catch fire as she reads through what are obviously his fantasies, the list of ways in which he wants to pleasure her so long and graphic that she suspects he wrote them one-handed, if you know what I mean. The rest are just flat-out deranged: feverish rants about his ownership of her, how he hated and wanted to get rid of those around her, how she took everything from him (his power, his sanity, his heart, his soul) and he was willing to pardon it if she gave him everything of hers in turn. How he will never stop hunting her. How he will slaughter thousands to get to her. How he will bring the world to ruins just to have her to himself. Madness. All-consuming delusion that she fears is incurable.

But the worst part is... she doesn't know if she wants it to be anymore.

All she can do now is... hope he never finds out. Hope he never knows she feels this way. That she relishes his kills, his gifts. That she has a godforsaken trophy room now. That now she's as starved for his attention as he is for hers. (And he will. The idea is simply too tantalizing. He WILL find out eventually, someway, somehow - and when he does... Oh boy.)

TL;DR: Golden is so greedy that her greed has warped her into being as bad as Spice, at least in her own way. They probably deserve each other at this point. Pure, incorrigible arrogance and psychopathy all the way down. God/Witches have mercy on us all

#thank you SO much for this ask. What a fantastic(ally awful) idea. I had a blast with this #Imagine being whittled down mentally by your tormentor to the point that you start stooping to their level in some way...#...and you end up so far gone that you're not even sorry about it.#FANTASTIC. PURE UNDILUTED TOXICITY. YOU LOVE TO SEE IT #cookie run kingdom #burning spice cookie #golden cheese cookie #burningcheese #goldenspice #yandere beasts #suggestive

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(18+) Pick an image: allow your intuition to guide you.

💀| JACK &SALLY

Your relationship with this person is very healing and team-based. They think of your relationship as a partnership where each of you do your part and things come together beautifully and naturally. They are your strength in areas where you feel weak and vise versa.

Things that they cannot see, you see for them. You both share a vision and put the puzzle of your life together gracefully, not forcing anything.

When you are sad, they lift you up and they allow you to be yourself authentically. They don’t think your intuition is weird, they don’t think your culture or practices are strange, they simply recognize those things as apart of who you are.

They find you to be graceful and sweet, they love that about you. They can see growing with you. Your relationship with them brings many blessings and they have no trouble showing their affections. They want the best for you and strive to never hurt you.

Aftercare for your reading:

If your life was a movie, what would you title it? Be as creative. Use that title to guide your visions for the future.

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👻| MORTICIA &GOMEZ

In this relationship I see mind games at play especially, regarding sex and intimacy. There is a power dynamic here where one or both involved, enjoys toying with the other for amusement. An example behavior could be intentionally making them jealous. Someone in the relationship likes to have power over the other, they enjoy more of a “yes person” that does what they say, serves them, puts them on a pedestal.

The relationship is hot and cold, it’s hard to see a clear outcome of how long it will last. I don’t currently see a serious commitment. It feels like something fun for the moment. Although it feels fun, there is great risk for emotional damage from the tactics used.

Ultimately, this relationship can teach the people involved about empathy, how much to give to someone else before needing to give back to oneself, and different ways to fulfill needs without causing emotional damage.

Note: Learning more about proper BDSM ethics could be helpful in fulfilling needs with less potential for emotional scarring. Consent is key.

Aftercare for your reading:

Bird’s-eye view—

Imagine you are a bird flying and observing your situation from above. What is happening? How are the people involved behaving? Perceiving the situation from a distance can help you gain new insights and ideas in seeing a bigger picture.

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😎| TRINITY &NEO

In this relationship, both parties are equally determined. They have a seriousness about them where they aren’t into wasting their time and energy. They also maintain their autonomy while being in this relationship so, they are a couple that doesn’t sacrifice their personal goals and hobbies to become absorbed in the relationship. They respect each other’s life paths and don’t hold each other back.

You both are ambitious and certain of your highest calling. It wouldn’t be surprising if you knew what your career choice would be when you were a child. Some professions I’m picking up on are teacher, office personnel, management, and military— doesn’t have to be.

Your relationship is like petting a cat. You come together for connection but maintain a little bit of distance to focus on other things. Some zodiac signs that I’m picking up on are of earth, fire, and air— doesn’t have to be.

You have an earthly connection with this person meaning, they are not just your lover, they are your friend.

Aftercare for your reading:

We Time & Me Time—

Find the balance in spending time with others and with yourself. Having quality time in your own company nurtures you and allows you to enjoy moments with the people you care about. Set aside time this week for both “We time” & “Me time”. Be intentional on how you’d like to spend this time with others and with yourself.

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volturissideslut · 9 months ago

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Hello!! Can you please do a yandere Marcus x stubborn human reader who’s a shield like Bella so when Marcus kidnaps her, they can’t use Chelsea or Corins gifts on her and she tries to escape multiple times which increases Marcus’s anxiety about her safety so he locks her up in the tower with Sulpicia and Athenodora. She stops talking to him when he comes to visit and finally Marcus falls to his knees begging for a chance and she ignores him, so Athenodora and Sulpicia explain his past to her. She feels sad and gives him a chance in return he has to let her have her own room and not in the tower. He reluctantly agrees and she slowly becomes more affectionate with him. Maybe height difference+ cute ending🥰please ignore if you don’t like it!!! Thank you!! 🫶🏻

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

"I am not a bird Marcus! You cannot expect to cage me and have me stay willingly" you huff from the other side of the room at him, too angry to allow him into your space. It had been an immediate adjustment, having gone from having your own place and freedom, to being confined to the hallways of the castle, and now locked in this one teeny (roomy, but the walls became suffocating in the long hours) tower.

"I do not intend to cage you, but you are so infuriating! How is it you attempt to escape from a fortress of vampires and not be caught, just to walk around the town willy nilly? It is not safe for you to wander. It is not safe for you to leave here. I am your mate and my duty is protecting you, and so you shall remain here" his glare is cold and it makes you wonder what warmth you might have imagined in him when you first met.

"And what if i don't want to be your mate, hm? What if i'm happier gone?" A step too far perhaps. He marches from his place up to you, invading your space completely. His nose brushes against yours, and though his touch may be delicate the fury in his eyes sure isn't.

The silence is palpable, the only noise in the room being your heavy pent-up breathing. He towers above you, head tilted down, and all your eyes see is the pitch blackness of his. Oh how you've angered him.

Your mouth goes dry, tongue dropping, and heart beating. "I'm sorry Marcus, I didn't mean-"

"Don't ever doubt my intention with you, Tesoro" the pet name seems more acidic than before, yet his forehead pushes against yours oh so sweetly. "I will tear down covens to bring you joy, burn the world for your mere satisfaction. I will not risk your safety. You want out of this tower? Fine. Come back to our chambers and play by the rules." The vibration of his voice has she almost in shivers. Perhaps with brazen lust of a deeply connected fear.

Heart in throat, you nod- not once breaking eye contact with the inky black of his. "i'll come back" your voice is a whisper, delicate like this moment as you watch him physically relax. He straightens up, now towering a whole head above you. "and i don't doubt you"

And for the first time in weeks, since you first tried hopping out a window to visit some stalls, you see his face relax and a small smile grace him.

Marcus leans over, a chaste kiss pressed into your lips. "Good" his eyes close, and he lets out a silent breath of relief.

"But we should talk about assigning me a guard, so that i might be able to have some freedoms at least?"

"If that is what keeps you with me" his head is in the crook of your neck, much like an overstimulated cat hiding with their chosen person. And you let the moment last, him getting affection the two of you had starved yourselves of for a week.

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adams-angels · 1 year ago

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If you have the time ofc do you thing you can write a husk X fem reader pretty please like she was sad and he praised her and wrapped his wings around them while they fuck AH IM BLUSHING HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY🤭🤭

♦️of course I can try! I'm not a writer so I might write Husk all wrong and I'm so sorry if this isn't what you imagined! But still I hope you enjoy!♥️

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Smut below the cut! Minors dni

Today was hard. Trying to be redeemed is hard! Who knew this?! You sure as hell wouldn't of signed up to his dumb hotel if you'd known this. Everything today went wrong and you're no closer at being heaven worth as you were before you started.

You walk into the hotel, slamming open the door. "Ugh." Heading straight to the bar where good ol' friendly Husk is. With a scowl on your face you slump into the bar stool. "Usual, Huskie." You request.

The cat like overlord watched you the whole way. Unimpressed. "Bit early for that don't you think?" His deep voice rumbled. "Listen, your the bartender and I'm the patron so booze me up." You demand, slamming your hand on the bar.

He pours you a drink, placing it down in front of you. You lick your lip and go to pick it up before he snatches it away and downs it. "Hey, what the hell!?" "What?" "You just drank my fucking drink?!" Your voice broke, it was all getting to much. "Give me a fucking drink, Husk!" "Tell me what's wrong first." "What?! What the hell kinda service is this?!" You yell. "Fuck you! Dumb cat, bird, fucking casino dick!" You push yourself away from the bar before storming upstairs to your bedroom. Wiping away any tears that escaped on the way.

You enter your room slamming the door shut like a child sulking. The noise can be heard throughout the hotel. Husk rolls his eyes and heads to the stairs, Charlie sees him on the way. "What was th-" Husk raises his hand to Charlie. "I'm on it."

There's a knock at your door. You wiped your eyes and sniffed. "Go away, Charlie." The voice behind the door speaks "Not Charlie." You look at the door in confusion and frustration. You look over in the mirror at your vanity table and try wiping off any running mascara. "What do you want?" You ask, trying to hold back tears. "Let me in. Let's talk." You groan. Why does he have to care? Does he care? Or is this just something he can bring up later.

You walk over to the door and open in before quick turning back into your room and sitting on your bed with your back to him. "Are you crying?" Husk asks sincerely. "No." You reply. He heads towards you, stretching out his wings and arms as he does. "No, of course not. I mean, why would you? Only nothing is going as you planned."

You sniffed, wiping your nose with your sleeve. "Why is it so hard?" You asked, you know he wasn't going to have the answer you wanted. "You thought this would be easy? Please. You were sent to hell for a reason. You think you can just add a couple please and thank yous and you'd be up there? Come on, man." A man with words. "No, I know I wasn't going to be easy but ... Whatever." You mumble.

He puts his arm over your shoulder bringing you closer. You sigh deeply, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't of .. y'know." He tuts and looks down at you. "Look, at you." He lift up your chin. "Apologising. Real redemption like." You chuckle lightly. "Shut up, Huskie."

"I hate it when you call me that." He wraps his arms around you lifting you onto his lap. His wings surround the both of you. "You know, I know something that might cheer you up." His deep voice like a melody to your eyes. "hmm, how's that?" He glances down at his crotch pursing his lip. "You're so lame." You chuckle. He kisses your collar bone. "Hm, you love it."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

You slid yourself down to unbuckle his belt, he grabs your legs as he stands slightly to help you pull down his pants. His already hard member springing out. "Oh~!" You purr, brushing your fingers against his length causing him to pant. His wing twitches at your touch.

"you looked so sad." He brushes a loose stand of hair behind your ear. "I feel sad.." you pouted. "But I'll make you feel better." He told you, adjusting your body, lining your entrance with his cock. Gently pushing you down, your tightness envelopes him. "F-fuck~"

Carefully, he bounces you on his member. Cuddling as he fucks you, his wings wrapped around you both, protecting you like a dome. He spends the time fucking you tenderly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses. "You're so tight, y/n."

His hips start stuttering as he feels his release coming, moving faster. Grunting with your moans. He adjusts you in such away that hits your g-spot perfectly, resulting a deep gutteral moan escapes from you. He holds you down as he thrust into finishing inside of you, cum leaking out of your cunt. You both take a moment to catch your breath. "Happy now?" He asks. "Yes." You reply.

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mistycreativelilacs · 7 months ago

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Can you please write a Bruce Wayne imagine where he catches her singing or something cute like that?

Welp… it only took me -checks watch- three years to respond to this, but uh… here’s a 5000 word drabble I guess.

Kitchen Off Limits

About a year into living at Wayne manor you enacted an (ever growing) list of rules. Originally the list only had three rules on it:

1. Sunday is family day. Baring any Gotham destroying/world ending catastrophes everyone is to be in the dinning room no later than 11am for brunch followed by a previously voted on family activity.

2. Family Activity planning occurs on the first Saturday of the month, activities for the whole month will be decided then.*

*Attendance is NOT mandatory, however those who do not participate do not get to complain when we spend 3 Sundays in a row at the zoo.**

**No liberating animals from the zoo.

3. Monday thru Saturday the kitchen belongs to Alfred. Sunday morning’s the kitchen belongs to Mom*.

*That means no one, not even Alfred can enter the kitchen until AFTER brunch**.

**Yes Tim that includes you. You can wait for your morning cup of coffee***.

***ABSOLUTELY NO coffee pots, mini fridges, microwaves, blenders, hot plates, or dry food storage in your bedrooms or you WILL be personally hunting down every rodent and bug that comes crawling into the manor****.

****You can NOT train an army of cats to hunt vermin as a trade off for a mini fridge.

Certain amendments had to be made to the list with each new addition to the household. The final amendment to rule three inspired the creation of its own rule.

243. If you bring a pet into the house, YOU must personally care for it at all times. This includes feeding, grooming, walking, training and cleaning up after them as well as insure they have a proper habitat to live in*.

*Your bedroom is only a proper habitat for regular domestic animals (ie. dogs, cats, fish, small reptiles, small birds, caged rodents such as rats, Guinea pigs or hamsters and snakes, within reason - no large pythons). Large animals whether native to our region or exotic must be housed in a properly built enclosure on the grounds.

Needles to say the Wayne children kept you on your toes. Which brings us to now.

You awoke at the crack of dawn this morning to prep for the day. In a not so shocking twist, Damien had lied, cheated and outright bribed several of his siblings in order to get a zoo trip in this month. The Waynes were such regulars at the zoo (and contributed so much in donations) that they’d named an entire section after the family. The Wayne Reptile House (filled to the brim with several of the reptiles you’d ‘rescued’ from Damien’s room upon Alfred’s discovery of Damien’s unsanctioned renovation of his closet). It was important to you that the children experienced even just a smidge of normalcy amongst all the vigilantism.

You’re staring into the pantry, debating whether to do pancakes or waffles, when an old favourite song comes on the speaker. This was your favourite part of Sunday’s. Once everyone realized how serious you were about the rules, Sunday morning had become your alone time. If the kids were fighting, they handled it amongst themselves. If someone had a question, they went to Bruce or Alfred for answers. Mom was not to be disturbed.

The word Mom still brings a small smile to your face. You’d never really pictured yourself as a mother but when you’d stumbled your way into a romance with THE Bruce Wayne, he’d already gained 2 of your ever growing hoard of children. You’d stumbled your way into motherhood much the way you stumbled into Bruce’s arms.

You begin to softly hum to the song as you decide to just make pancakes and waffles. With a family full of crime fighters more was always the safer option. No one wants a repeat of Tim and Richard’s destructive fight for the last cinnamon bun. You had to spend a fortune redoing the dinning room after, replacing antiques was not cheap, and your heart still hadn’t recovered from the sticker shock. Needless to say the boys were still working off their debt by assisting Alfred in the daily runnings of the manor. As you got lost in the gargantuan undertaking of cooking for the whole Wayne clan, your gentle hums morphed to soft whispers of lyrics.

Just as you were frying the last batch of pancakes the opening chords of your and Bruce’s song came through the speakers. It would be more accurate to state that you’d unilaterally declared it your and Bruce’s song. During your second year of dating you had slowly begun introducing him to the world of romcoms. One particularly chilly fall day that year saw Bruce catching a cold. You took advantage of that to force him into a binge of some of the best and cringiest of your favourites from the 2000’s. Two particular movies seemed to make the notoriously stoic Bruce Wayne emotional. The obvious one being ‘Two Weeks Notice’, but it was the Hugh Grant, Drew Barrymore semi-musical ‘Music & Lyrics’ that would produce the perfect song for your and Bruce’s life together.

As the sounds of Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore came through the speaker you began to sing in earnest.

‘I've been living with a shadow overhead

I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed

I've been lonely for so long

Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on’

Your mind drifted to how you and Bruce met. Recently heartbroken and determined never to let another man hurt you, you’d sworn of men and decided to dedicate all your attention to advancing at work. Your first steps were taking the assignment no one else wanted to touch with a ten foot pole. Being Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant. Those who succeeded at such a gargantuan undertaken seemed to excel through the ranks at Wayne Enterprises, but those who fell short well, you’d heard his last personal assistant had moved back home to small town Kansas and given up the corporate ladder completely.

Your first week had been a cake walk, seeing as Bruce had been away on business meetings in Europe. It’d given you time to get settled in and a system in place. You were determined to be the best personal assistant he’d ever had.

Upon Bruce’s first day back in the office, you’d mustered up all the courage you had and waltz into his office. With barely a good morning you’d launched into a tirade of how things were going to be and that unlike his past assistants you were going to set boundaries. He’d blinked at you slowly, and you were convinced you were about to be fired. His mouth opened and the word okay seemed to unintentionally fall out. You both stood there a moment, seemingly shell shocked at the interaction, before you gathered your wits. With a pivot of your heels you rushed out your own okay before returning to your desk.

Unbeknownst to you Bruce himself had been going through a touch of heartbreak, having had a fall out with his former paramour Selina. His accounts of your first meeting paint you in a much fiercer, more beautiful light. But you’re sure he’s simply remembering the day with rose tinted glasses seeing as you had a poorly concealed coffee stain on your blouse and your hair had definitely begun its escape from the clip you’d rushed it into on the train that morning. Nevertheless he claims it was your fierce determination that stunned him into submission and not his utter exhaustion from sleep deprivation.

‘I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away

Just in case I ever need ‘em again someday

I’ve been setting aside time

To clear a little space in the corners of my mind’

The weeks following your initial meeting were a full of meetings, calls and insuring your boss took proper care of himself. It took exactly three days for you to realize he’d forget to eat, four to realize he seemed to not be sleeping either.

You quietly placed a standing order with the sandwich place down a couple blocks from the building, and then methodically went through Bruce’s calendar and put a two hour meeting blackout everyday around 2pm. You’d also had the couch that sat on the wall just outside his office doors moved into his office proper. The next day you simply waltzed into his office at noon and dropped the sandwich on his desk before returning to your own desk. Two hours later you waltzed in dropping a pillow and blanket on the couch and closed the blinds without a word. As you turned to leave Bruce questioned what you were doing. You simply informed him that you’d place a permanent daily block on meetings between 2pm-4pm and that his office doors would be locked for that period of time as well.

When asked, Bruce will claim that as the day he fell in love with you.

You continued on that way for months, the world seeming to move in a blur around you. Your friends encouraged you to start dating again, but you just weren’t sure you could ever trust a man again. Besides, work was so exhausting most days that you were certain you’d simply pass out at the restaurant if you did go on a date. What a terrible first impression that would make.

It was a seemingly unremarkable Tuesday morning when the world came screaming into focus again.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can’t make it through without a way back into love

Oh’

You’d been tutting about the office while Bruce attended a meeting with Lucius in the lower levels of Wayne Enterprises. You had just started printing off a report for Bruce’s next meeting when your printer ran out of paper. Normally this would be a none issue, except for reasons unknown to you, the night cleaner had developed a habit of putting the box of printer paper on top of the bookcase in the corner. A bookcase that stood nearly three heads taller than you. He’d been doing it for weeks despite your many conversations with him about it. You had tried bringing it up to Bruce, but he just blamed it on the language barrier and claimed it as a non-issue since he could just grab it for you.

It was just your luck that the printer would run out when Bruce was in the midst of a meeting and wouldn’t be back for at least another hour, probably two seeing as his meetings with Lucius always seemed to go over their allotted time slot. You’d been certain the office would have a step ladder hidden around somewhere, but after nearly twenty minutes of searching and being put on hold with maintenance, you’d given up. You could just wait till Bruce returned, but you had only printed half of the first of ten copies of a 40 page report that was required for his next meeting. You’d begun cursing everyone from the night cleaner for his obsession with moving the paper to the head of marketing and research’s assistants for not sending the reports yesterday when you’d requested them. Difficult problems required creative solutions, however the only thing you had that was light enough to drag over to the bookcase while giving you enough height to grab a ream of paper was your office chair. As the head of the companies employee safety committee you knew this was a terrible idea, as Bruce Wayne’s golden assistant the risk of letting your boss down for the first time ever outweighed the risk to your personal safety.

Even with the chair you needed to climb the bookshelf to actually reach the shelf the paper was on. Ream firmly in your grasp you moved to step back into the chair. As your foot touched the chair your hand slipped from the shelf and you felt yourself go backwards. You closed your eyes and braced for impact but it never came. Instead you felt arms wrap around your back and hip, securing you to a firm chest. You opened your eyes coming face to face with Bruce. Had his eyes always been that blue?

“What the hell were you doing.” He was angry, his blue eyes tightening with worry. A warmth flitted through you at the thought that he cared about your safety.

“Grabbing the printer paper.” You gasped out, bending to grab the ream that had fallen to the ground when you’d lost your grip.

“You could have injured yourself if I hadn’t shown up in time.” Bruce was still in your personal space and it was starting to overwhelm you. ‘Had he always been this… large?’ He seemed to tower over you.

“Yes, well I wouldn’t have needed to do all that if the cleaner would stop placing my printer paper up there.” You’d stepped back from Bruce, needing something to keep you from ogling your boss, you began fiddling with the printer.

“You could have waited for me.” He got in your space again, his voice softer now as he took the paper from your shaking hands.

“Do you understand how ridiculous it is to have to wait for the CEO of the company just to load a ream of paper into my printer?” You huffed out, turning back towards him now. The two stood there, chest to chest just staring at each other. You didn’t want to be the one to back down first, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep from blushing while staring into to his eyes.

‘What was with you today? You’d never had a problem going toe to toe with Bruce before. Now suddenly your acting like a horny school girl, daydreaming about climbing this man like-

“Fine.” Bruce stalked off to his office, an indiscernible glower on his face, leaving you to ponder what the hell had just happened. And why you seemingly out of nowhere had very inappropriate thoughts about your boss.

That night marked the first of many failed blind dates, agreed to only after having decided that it was your lack of a love life that had you daydreaming about your boss.

The next morning the box of paper was on the bottom shelf of the bookcase.

‘I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine

I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs

I know that it’s out there

There’s gotta be something for my soul somewhere’

Things between you and Bruce changed after that day. You’d never realized how comfortable you two had become with one another until you suddenly weren’t. You’d taken to communicating with him almost exclusively through emails and his calendar due to how awkward everything had become. He’d try to ask you about your life and you’d just clam up, not wanting to tell the object of your recurring lusty dreams about your string of failed dates. Failed because after less than two minutes you’d start comparing all of them to Bruce. The whole thing was getting so out of hand, you’d started seriously contemplating putting in for a transfer.

You’d been so lost in thought it took Bruce loudly clearing his throat for you to notice him standing in front of your desk.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne?” You’d resolved that complete professionalism was the only sure way to put everything back to normal. Or at least it will hopefully allow you to cling to some semblance of normal until you stop chickening out and put in for reassignment.

“I was wondering,” he seemed nervous, fidgeting with the snow globe I kept on the edge of my desk. “Do you have a date to the Christmas Gala?” Oh. He’s not? Is he? He couldn’t possibly-“I was just thinking if you didn’t have one, we could go together.” He was- “just as friends. We are friends aren’t we?” n’t.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne I suppose I’ve come to regard you as a” the word friend seemed to catch in your throat “friend over these last few months. But, to be quite honest with you, I wasn’t planning on attending the Christmas Gala.”

“You have too. In fact, I’m making it a mandatory requirement of your job that you have to be there. I’ll pick you up at 7pm.” He didn’t even give you time to respond before waltzing back into his office. It took all of 30 seconds for you to follow after him.

“You cannot force me to go to the gala Mr.Wayne.” You’d stopped in front of his desk, arms crossed over your chest.

“Why not?” He leaned back in his chair, smug smile glued to his face.

“Because I’m a human being with free will and, according to the Wayne Enterprises Employee Handbook, attempting to force me to attend would constitute harassment.” The smile slowly dropped from his face as he rose from his chair.

“If you truly don’t want to attend, I won’t push the matter.” He took slow, deliberate steps towards you, halting just far enough to be considered proper, but still close enough for you to catch the scent of his cologne. “However, it’d mean a lot to me if you did attend.” You’d been so distracted by his eyes and the seemingly sincere look on his face that you hadn’t even noticed he’d reached for your hand. You stood there utterly unmoored by the events of the past few minutes. You mentally shook your self out and opened your mouth to once again decline his invitation.

“Okay.” You were stunned with utter disbelief at the disconnect between your brain and your mouth. Bruce smirked.

“Perfect, like I said early I’ll pick you up around 7pm. If we’re going together, I really should match my tie to your dress. What colour is it going to be?” He’d started heading back to his desk.

“Mint.” You mumbled out. If you were going to be photographed on Bruce Waynes arm, even as just a friend, there was only one dress in your wardrobe that was even close to passable. Turns out you would get a second wear out of the bridesmaids dress from your sister’s wedding.

‘I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light

Not somebody just to get me through the night

I could use some direction

And I’m open to your suggestions’

The Christmas Gala was a disaster. The gala itself was wonderful, decorated to the nines, wonderful little hors d’oeuvres being passed around on trays that looked suspiciously like real silver. You however were a disaster. After entering the gala on Bruces arm, to the flash of what seemed like a million cameras, you’d been immediately pulled away to solve a crisis for the marketing assistants. The crisis turned out to be nothing more than a minor tear in her dress. One strategically placed safety pin later and you found yourself in the midst of the gala uncertain where Bruce had wandered off too.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing standing alone?” Oliver Queen. You’d had several run ins with him whilst working for Bruce.

“Oliver, not that it’s any of your business but I’m looking for Bruce.” You didn’t even bother glancing at him, lest you encourage his flirtations. “You haven’t seen him recently, have you?”

“Does Brucie really have you working on Christmas? He truly has no shame. If you were working for me-“ You cut him off before he could descend into what was sure to be a thinly veiled innuendo.

“We’ve talked about this Oliver. I’m not interested in you, professionally or personally.” You levelled your iciest look at him.

“Sheesh, can’t even give a guy a shot in the spirit of Christmas?” You harden your glare. “Fine, fine. I can take a hint sometimes.” He raised his hands in surrender before placing them on your shoulders turning you in a full 180. “Your beloved Brucie is right there, and it seems he’s decided to use the spirit of the season to rekindle an old flame.” You were met with the sight of Bruce and Selina Kyle in an arch way locked in a kiss.

“Oh.” Logically you knew you had no right to be upset. Bruce had made it abundantly clear the two of you were just friends. But if that were true, why did this feel so much worse than any breakup you’d gone through in your near 25 years of life. “Excuse me, I need to- I should check- I…” You left Oliver standing there as you rushed from the ballroom.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can’t make it through without a way back into love

And if I open my heart again

I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end’

You wrote your two week notice on the train ride back to your apartment. You were sure you looked quite the sight, shivering in your evening dress, makeup running down your face from the tears you couldn’t hold back. It took an hour longer than normal to reach your corner of Gotham, it gave you time to compartmentalize. Due to the Holidays you’d only have to work out one week of your two weeks notice, but that was still one week of having to see the man who had unintentionally shattered your heart. The worst part is you couldn’t even be mad at him. He’d done nothing to lead you on or imply that you were anything more than friends. You’d simply allowed your imagination to get the better of you and now here you were crying because you’d broken your own heart. You were so lost in your own heartbreak you failed to notice the man standing outside your apartment building until you literally walked into him.

“I’m so sor-“ you began to tumble out an apology as you lifted your eyes to the face of the torso you’d just slammed into, only to be met with achingly familiar blue eyes. “Bruce?”

“You left.” He looked upset, almost as if he were the one heartbroken. “You didn’t even say goo- Have you been crying?” His hand lifts to your face, thumb trailing under your eye. You have to repress a shudder at the feeling of his warm hand on your cold cheek. “Was it Queen? Did he say something again? I’ll have him bared from the building.” You step out of Bruce’s embrace.

“No, it wasn’t Oliver Mr.Wayne.” Professionalism, detachment, that was the only way you were going to get through this final encounter with the man you’d come to love. “It was a personal matter and it’s been handled. But since you’re here I might as well do this face to face. I’m resigning from my position as your personal assistant effective immediately. I’ve already emailed HR and-“

“No.”

“No? This isn’t a yes or no, situation Mr. Wayne. I’m not asking your permission, I’m telling you. I quit.” You’re astonished at the level of strength in your own voice.

“No, you don’t. And while we’re at it you’ll stop with this Mr.Wayne nonsense and go back to calling me Bruce.” He’s agitated now, angry at you.

“Mr. Wayne once again it’s not up to you. I’ve already sent my notice to HR, and accepted a new position elsewhere.” A small lie, but a seemingly necessary one seeing how hard of a time Bruce seems to be having with grasping the concept of your departure from his life.

“Then I’ll buy this new company you work for.” He’s invaded your personal bubble once more.

“Mr. Wayne you can’t just buy a corporation to stop me from quitting.”

“Bruce, and yes I can. I’m a billionaire if you’ve forgotten.” You’re nearly chest to chest at this point. “If this personal matter is the reason you’re quitting, then let me help. I’m sure with your brains and my money we can figure out a solut-“

“I’m in love with you, you idiot.” You push at his chest, anger fuelling your every movement now. “I’m in love with you and I didn’t relish the thought of having to sit in that office day after day watching you moon over Seli-“ He’s kissing you. Bruce Wayne is kissing you. Your to stunned to do anything other than let him.

‘There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real

Or if anybody feels the way I feel

I need inspiration

Not just another negotiation’

When he’d finally pulled away, self satisfied look on his face, you began to berate him. It was his turn to be stunned into silence while you cursed him out in the middle of the street (unbeknownst to either of you, one of the teens from your apartment block filmed the whole thing. It went viral by morning and Wayne Enterprises PR team had to work overtime to spin it in the companies favour). It would take the better part of a week for him to convince you that what’d you seen was Selina’s last ditch attempt at winning him back. It’d taken him another two months of failed wooing attempts to finally get you to agree to be his girlfriend.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can't make it through without a way back into love

And if I open my heart to you

I'm hoping you'll show me what to do

And if you help me to start again

You know that I'll be there for you in the end’

The song fades out and your left standing in the middle of your kitchen lost in thought when a gentle chuckle penetrates your subconscious. You whirl around to find Bruce leaned against the entryway, smile lighting up his face.

“How long have you been standing there?” You could feel a blush beginning to bloom across your cheeks.

“Does it matter?” He advances on you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yes, I need to gauge how embarrassed I should be.” You sink into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his neck. He bends down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“What were you thinking so intently about?” He gently sweeps an errant strand of hair behind your ear. It was your turn to plant a distracting kiss on Bruce’s lips, the last thing you needed was to inflate his ego. “Ah, so you were thinking about me.” He smirks when you break for air.

“I was not.” Your blush deepens, as if thinking about your husband was the most scandalous thing in the world.

“Mom’s always thinking about you. It’s kinda gross actually.” Jason sat atop your counter eating a cinnamon bun. “What do you even see in the old man anyway? You’re young, attractive and funny. You could do a lot better than Bruce.”

“Off my counter.” You pulled out of Bruce’s embrace to admonish your son. “And put that down, those are for brunch.” You swat his hand away from the fruit tray. He hops off the counter planting a kiss to your check, as he grabs the fruit tray and starts carrying it to the table in the adjacent dinning room.

“It is brunch though mother.” You startle a bit at the sound of Damians voice coming from beside you, nearly 15 years in and you still got startled by the way they all seemed to move in utter silence popping up from seemingly nowhere. At 5’4” your youngest was nearly eye to eye with you, a few more years and he’d tower over you like his brothers.

“Did you all collectively wake up and decided today was the day to disregard all of mom’s rules?” You move to turn off the speaker, mourning your few hours of peace and beginning to mentally prep for the chaos of having all 7 of the Wayne children in one dinning room. “Tim you better be putting that coffee into a cup.” You had a sixth sense for Tim’s caffeine habit and, unbeknownst to him, had been taking steps to curb it. Your most recent ingenious plan was slowly mixing decaf into the regular coffee. Your current batch of grounds was 60% decaf and only 40% caffeinated.

“Of course mom. I wouldn’t dream of breaking your rules.”

“Bullshit.” You whisper under your breath. “Aren’t you all currently breaking rule number 3?” The boys had the decency to at least feigen sheepishness.

“But it is brunch.” Duke, Stephanie and Cas shuffle into the kitchen together.

“Technically the wording of the rule does state that we’re not supposed to enter the kitchen until after brunch, which is why I entered the dining room through the hallway.” Richard leaned his head through the entryway between the two rooms.

“We get it, your mom’s favourite little suck up.” Jason slaps the back of Richards head on his way back into the kitchen. He loads his arms with various platters from the counter before turning back to his siblings. “Well come on half-wits, if you’re gonna break mom’s rules might as well make ourselves useful.”

“Jason, don’t hit your brother.” Your admonishment is half hearted at best, knowing full well your second eldest was likely to simply pretend to listen, while waiting till you turned your back to strike his older brother once again. “And Richard don’t even think about retaliating while he’s holding those platters.” You lean against the back counter running a hand through your hair, releasing it from its haphazard bun. You watch the other kids with the eyes of a well seasoned mother, fear for your antique dish-ware seizing you. You really should just invest in plastic dish-ware at this point, or perhaps you can commission Lucius to develop a line of indestructible dish-ware. There has to be a market for that, right?

Bruce comes to stand beside you, placing a mug of tea in your hands. You lean your head against his shoulder, a content sigh leaving your lips.

“No regrets?” He asks, as the sound of a squabble erupt from the dinning room.

“Not a one.” You smile. No, you wouldn’t trade this for anything. CRASH Okay, maybe you’d trade out whichever child just broke- CRASH - TWO plates. “Boys what did I just say about fighting with my antiques in your hands!”

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Hi there! I saw your LotR imagine about an animal companion and thought it was adorable!! Could you do one but with a cat instead? It could either be a normal sized cat or a big one, your choice! I just love cats! Hope you have a good day today!

Heck yeah! I’m more of a cat person too so this resonates with me far more than the other 😆 dude, I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope you like it Liv 🖤

The Fellowship With Your Feline Companion

Aragorn

✧ It does not escape you the way he raises his eyebrows upon first seeing the cat perched upon your shoulder.

✧ But you misunderstand him- Aragorn is well used to forming deep bonds with animals, his just happen to be with horses and all he’s thinking is what a surprise it is you got the cat to stay.

✧ Never will you forget his expression of polite, stoic surprise the first time your cat clambers onto him and settles there and the subsequent smile you share.

✧ You often catch him whispering in Elvish to your cat. Even if you cannot understand the words, they seem to have a calming effect.

✧ “All lives are valuable. Even the smallest ones.”

Legolas

✧ “And who is this?” Legolas asks upon meeting you, dark eyes glinting with mirth as they fix upon your cat, who currently perches upon your shoulder.

✧ Reticent as your companion tends to remain, the kind hands of the elven prince bring forth purrs and soft eyes of peace easily.

✧ Legolas takes to borrowing your companion for trips up the trees. Sometimes they return with a casualty, your cat having claimed a bird as prey on the climbing and scouting trip.

✧ Quite impressed is the woodland prince with the way you developed an archery method with a cat upon your shoulder. Perhaps he may even have to try it!

✧ Always refers to the cat as ‘your guardian’ as if you are not the one providing feed and care! You frequently tease each other about who owns who in the relationship.

Boromir

✧ "And the cat is going with you?" You did not appreciate his teasing skepticism. "Yes," you answered, tone hard, "Take it or leave it. You want me on this journey, you get him."

✧ He tries. Boromir tries to break through your layers of frost, but no success. At least not until the night your feline companion clambers off of the log by your side and onto his lap, accepting the shred of meat he is offered. The man sighs as your beloved cat tears in. "He is so small. So innocent in all of this. I simply do not want to see him hurt. You understand that, right?"

✧ After that, you notice Boromir’s efforts. The nest he built your companion to sleep in and the way he stands right at its side every night watch.

✧ Boromir is absolutely the type to pout when he calls or beckons to him and your cat completely ignores him, prompting you to burst out laughing every time.

✧ Sometimes he is a bit rough when he makes to pet or scratch your cat, prompting you to take and guide his hand in gently stroking him.

Gimli

✧ "Does he bite?" The dwarf asked, cautiously extending a hand. "Not unless I tell her to," you subtly corrected.

✧ It becomes a bit of a joke between you and Gimli- any time he gives you some sort of hassle, you jokingly threaten to sic your beast upon him even if she’s just sitting there purring in your lap.

✧ Picks pieces of meat from fireside suppers, selecting them as carefully as a royal beefeater for his queen and smiling with great pleasure when they are enjoyed.

✧ Insists that beside you, he is your cat’s favorite. Bickers with Legolas for this position more often than you’d have expected.

✧ Gimli has a field day when he, upon taking off his helmet, discovers your cat wedged inside curled up tightly. “Well, I suppose I go now into battle with no helmet. If I’m struck atop the head, remember me, cat!” He says this all as if he is not grinning ear to ear.

Frodo

✧ “You remind me of Strider,” he tells you early in your journey together, “One with nature as you are. Though I must say you carry a much fairer presence.”

✧ Your cat has never shown such maternal instinct as when Frodo joins her life. The weight of the ring suffocates him, but the touch of fur is just as grounding, her weight upon his lap a welcome one that brings reality back before his eyes.

✧ She even saves his life at one point, leaping onto him right before the ring could slide onto his finger.

✧ You find yourself gravitating toward Frodo’s side more and more, smiling at the way his fingers instinctually tangle in the soft fur upon your shoulder.

✧ Frodo is the only one your cat allows to pick up and hold her except for you.

Sam

✧ “Are you a wizard like Gandalf?” Pure amusement and endearment overtook your neutral expression, shattering it in favor of a smile at the hobbit, who himself looked a combination of awed and frightened. “It’s because of the black cat, isn’t it?”

✧ Insistent as you are that your cat is not some fabled familiar or enchantment, Samwise still addresses your second half with nothing short of reverence. Perhaps even a title.

✧ Absolutely delighted to make tiny plates of whatever you guys eat or just for giblets to give the newest quest member.

✧ Knowing as much as he does about plants, Sam is able to identify, harvest, and dry some catnip to put in a little tear of fabric. Suffice it to say he really has a friend after that!

✧ “You know,” Sam remarks one night by the fire as you lay side by side, his hand gently stroking your feline companion’s fur, “It’s nice. Having a comfort like this. Almost like you’ve brought a piece of home. Then again, you are home to each other, aren’t you?” “We are indeed,” you agree with a soft smile.

Merry

✧ Having a hobbit pull a little sword on you was certainly not on your day's itinerary. "Well, you are just full of surprises, aren't you?" You quipped. "I could say the same to you," the golden-haired hobbit replied, nodding his curly head toward the cat winding between your booted feet.

✧ Once you are recognized as friend rather than foe, Merry wants to know hear the story behind your becoming a duo, sitting next to you at the fire and listening intently, eyes remaining fixed upon yours.

✧ “So you were nothing more than a baby?” Merry leans on his folded arms, addressing your cat as if expecting an answer. “Just a stray? And look at you now! Big and strong. You had someone to take good care of you.”

✧ “Forgive me for asking this,” the hobbit inquires one day with a tug upon your cloak, “But how do you fight? With, you know…” “I’m an archer,” you chuckle, “We stay as far away as we can help and keep to our very specific shoulders. It can be a little clumsy sometimes, but I do alright. Haven’t died yet.”

✧ Rustling at your side is not an uncommon thing for you to wake to- rustling accompanied, of course, by the sight of Merry scooting his bedroll closer across the dirt until his hand can reach your beloved pet.

Pippin

✧ "Whoa!" The sudden emergence of your cat's head from beneath the folds of your cloak startles the hobbit, who stumbles back a bit. "You know you've got a-" "Cat on my shoulder? As a matter of fact, I do," you answer with a grin.

✧ Happily takes over keeping your companion entertained, trying different methods of play like dragging sticks and dangling leaves to jump for.

✧ One day you catch Pippin fixing you with an odd sort of stare, tilting your head as you stroke your cat’s. Is he…jealous? Needlessly to say, later that night you find yourself running your fingers through curly hobbit hair instead.

✧ “Can I sleep with you? I- I mean the cat, by the-” “Of course you can, Pippin,” you just giggle.

✧ Tries his best to quit smoking around his little friend, ducking away and even sometimes flying up from his seat when he realizes his pipe’s curling product may be drifting the cat’s way.

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