#lady-bittersweet-kitten

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet 🖤 a yandere!john wick x fem!reader coffee shop sunshine/grump au

Table of Contents

something sweet

burned

the cougar

the mountain

lamb in the lion's den

avenging angel

the book thief

joyride

pest

drunk text

mondo piccolo

la dolce vita

vino veritas

kitten

walk of shame

bad girl

got u

war and peace

crime and punishment

lost and found

bound for hell

deal with the devil

show me your teeth

bully

knots

breaking point

surprise

haunted

lady of the daisies

say something

run

hard lesson

suits & guns

quite continental

purgatory

rough play

ruse

the honorable thing

pool time

parlay

reprieve

home sweet home

surprise

the god of death

tbc...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Lyrics: Nothing fucks with my baby/Nothing can get a look in on my baby (NFWMB -Hozier)

Character: August Walker (maybe he’s mean but over protective)

Take Care of You

Warnings: needles, self-doubt, illness, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: August Walker

Summary: You try to feel better with the help of your new boyfriend.

I hope I didn't go too far out to the left with his.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

“Make sure you finish your tea, honey,” his deep voice rumbles through you, the heat between your palms seeping through the prevalent chill. “It’ll make you feel better.”

You groan and sink back into the pillows, cradling the porcelain as the steam wafts up your nose. You rest it daintily above your chest. “I don’t feel like I’ll ever be better, Auggy,” you moan, “every day, I just feel worse and worse.”

He gives a tight-lipped smile, bittersweet even. He brings his fingers up to tickle the hair above his lip. Your ears pulse and your bones ache. You’ve never felt this sort of fatigue. You’re exhausted yet all you do is sleep.

“You will, I know you will,” he sits on the edge of the bed, “but we gotta listen to the professionals, right? Dr. Kemp knows what he’s talking about, okay?”

“I’m so lucky,” you cough and your head lolls as you wet your dry tongue, “so lucky to have you here…” you lift your head and raise the mug shakily. You blow across the tea before sipping it. It’s stringent but soothing.

“Of course,” he takes the script from the night table. You remember Dr. Kemp, handsome with  a swoop in his hair. “I’m lucky to be here for you, you know that.”

“N-nooo,” you shake your head weakly, “no, I… I hate to think you’re missing work for me.”

“Doctor’s orders, can’t leave you alone.”

You take another drink and stare into the orange depth. He rubs your leg and slowly retracts his hand to touch the bottom of your mug, “here, we should put this down. Just until you have your medicine.”

“Oh,” you let him take the cup but can’t hide your anxiety, “do I have to? Can’t I just have some more tylenol?”

“It’s not helping, kitten. You have to do this.”

You cringe and give a quick peak to the wrapped syringe. Oh, you hate needles. You pout and stifle a sob.

“It’s just a small prick,” he assures you as he grabs the vial.

“No, it’s not that,” you recline again, deflated, “I’m so tired of this. Of being sick. I just feel so helpless.” Your head drifts to the side, “I feel like a burden. Auggy, it’s barely three months and you’re already taking care of my like some… some old lady.”

“Shhh,” he hushes you softly, “it’s okay. You’re going to get better. You have to,” he peels away the wrapper from the syringe, “because I’m gonna take you on the best date of your life. Just like I promised.”

“Heh,” you force out a weak laugh, “you better…”

You watch him draw from the vial with the long tip of the needle. He pulls it out and you meet his gaze. You give a nervous grimace.

“What is your perfect date?” He asks, “tell me everything you ever dreamt of.”

He rests his hand on your arm and rubs it. You know he’s distracting you. You need that. You take the bait.

“Hmm, well, flowers. I love flowers. Sunflowers are nice but I guess roses are more romantic…” you look up as you think. He caresses your forearm. He’s so nice, so supportive, and it feels so unreal. You feel like you barely know him but he always knows exactly what you need.

He hums as he listens; the ferris wheel piques his attention as he tilts his head. As you weigh the option of a boat ride out load, you feel a prick and give a yipe. He quickly presses his thumb to your arm and removes the needle tip. You look down and whimper.

“All done, wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“No,” you answer as you wiggle your fingers.

“See, I told you. You got this,” he looks you in the face as he sets the needle aside. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. “Finish your tea.”

He stands up and gathers up the mess, capping the needle with the plastic sheath before crunching up the wrappers. You look away. You’re so pathetic. He has to do everything. You just can’t get used to that. You weren’t like this before. You never got sick. Ever.

Not until you met him.

[thecatcrew]

This post contains a ✨SPECIAL SURPRISE✨, but first STORYTIMEEE!!

See this pretty little lady? This is Tyla, she is an outdoor cat who’s been coming to our house since early last year.

She had a litter of babies, and we would feed them any time they came by, however only one made it and that’s that beautiful orange baby boy you see right next to her I had named 🧡✨Tangerine🧡✨

Tangerine grew up to be a beautifullllll orange tabby and i fell in love. I feel like Tyla and I bonded, because she let me pet her & she brought her babies to our house. But it was Tangerine who I REALLY bonded with, he let me pick him up (for a short period of time), pet him, kiss him, put him in my lap, and we took selfies together. My brother and I tried SEVERAL times to bring him inside, but he showed us every time that he wanted to stay outside with his mother, and she did not want to be an indoor cat either. So I told myself he’d just be my outdoor baby and I’d take care of him to the best of my abilities for as long as he lived.

Unfortunately, something happened to my sweet baby Tangerine back in June (I don’t want to get into the details), and he’s no longer with us. I cried SO hard, because even though I know I tried my best to take care of him, I still feel like it’s my fault he’s not here anymore. That’s why I had stopped posting him for awhile.

Now on to some bittersweet news, Tyla had another set of kittens and just like with Tangerine, only one of them made it. It was an adorable baby tuxedo and we decided to name her Mittens. I originally tried not to get emotional attached to her after what happened to her big brother Tangerine, but my mother decided to save her. Mittens had a bad cough and was underweight when we caught her, so my mom saved up some money to take her to the vet, we got her medicine and she got much better and was eating normally again.

We just got her 1st set of shots yesterday and she’s finally in the house with the rest of the cats (she was in the laundry room at first). I thought my mom caught her so she would be HER cat, because she has a VERY soft spot for black cats. But this morning she told me that I can have her because she knows I would want to take care of Tangerine’s little sister. (Yes, I cried)

Soooo, SURPRISE! Introducing our newest member of the cat crew, 🐾✨MITTENS THE KITTEN✨🐾

[papermint-airplane]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

I was tagged by @simolemons, @satellite-sims, and @spaceapples98. Omg I feel so lovedddd 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you!

Are you named after anyone? Yep! I'm named after Laura Ingalls-Wilder, the writer of the Little House on the Prairie books. My mom was obsessed with the books and the 70s TV show for some ungodly reason. Fun fact, I hate LHotP with every fiber of my being. I'm fine with my name though.

When was the last time you cried? Oh God, it's been a turbulent few weeks. Pick a time, I've probably cried. 🙈

Do you have kids? No. Wait, let me rephrase that. GOD NO!!!!

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I feel like this question is a trap. I want to speak to my lawyer.

What sports do you play/have you played? I am not a sports person. I guess I have dabbled in the sweaty arts for fun every so often when I've lost my mind, but I've never really played on a team or a in a league or understood most sports on a basic level. Is the Sims a sport?

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Probably their voice and their tone and the way they ask me what I'm doing in their house.

Scary movies or happy endings? It really depends on what is meant by "scary movies" because I don't do gore at all. Like Saw and shit? Absolutely not. Absolutely. not. But I do like suspenseful supernatural horror movies as long as there isn't much gore involved. I think I prefer movies with happy endings given a choice between only these two but I wouldn't say no to a good old fashioned bittersweet ending.

Any special talents? I can whistle really well. I practice a lot when I'm alone. I don't whistle for other people often because, funnily enough, despite your skill level, people find it incredibly annoying. Actually maybe being annoying is my special talent? 🤷‍♀️ Also I can do this thing where I can vibrate my right face cheek (I have to specify for you freaks) and make a sound like a horse. It's only the right face cheek, not the left. I don't know why.

Where were you born? Virginia! We didn't live there long after I was born so I don't really remember it but I've also lived in North Carolina, Georgia, and South Carolina. Southern through and through!

What are your hobbies? Sims, writing, writing for my Sims, Sim-themed writing, procrastinating writing Sims stories, miscellaneous video games, crafts, complaining, jewelry making (I'm not good at it, don't get excited), researching cults, and fashion doll collecting.

Do you have any pets? Sadly, no. It's kind of a struggle taking care of one person on my income but I'm hoping to save enough to where I can get a kitty or two and be reasonably comfortable with vet bills. I really, really, really love cats. I'm an orphaned cat lady at the moment.

How tall are you? 5'2" (roughly 159 cm). Smol, but not too smol, right at shin-kicking height.

Fave subject in school? English. Honestly liking any subject in school was a struggle because I was homeschooled and my mother is The Worst™ but English and Vocabulary and Creative Writing were my jam despite her best efforts.

Dream job? Are we talking realistic dreams or unrealistic-obviously-never-going-to-happen-but-I-like-to-fantasize dreams? If it's the former, I'd like to be an editor. If it's the latter, I'd like to be a professional kitten-cuddler.

Eye colour? Light green, bordering on light blue, but still obviously green if you look close. Kind of sea green, I guess. I've always struggled to describe my eye color and other people do, too. It's weirdly in between green and blue. If I were to remove my glasses and stare at you like 👁👁 you could very clearly see they're green, but otherwise, with my glasses on just looking at me like a normal person, you would be forgiven for thinking they're light blue. I'm not trying to be ✨unique✨ or anything; this is just what happens when your mom has blue eyes and your dad has hazel eyes and genetics just gives the fuck up.

I think most people have done this tag while I'm on semi-hiatus but let's just throw some names out there and see what sticks. 😈 @happy-lemon @monets-pixels @hurricanesims @moyokeansimblr @oasislandingresident @hazely-sims @treason-and-plot @ts3strayastray @miss-may-i @ktarsims @sharssims @amphoraeus @brannewjoint @autonomousllama @nocturnalazure

[rnm-magic-space-xsd]

You were the only thing I saw in that moment. It’s as if the clear, warm brown eyes of yours were enveloping my own with this chocolate bittersweet goodness.

The chocolate of your eyes is the most delicious my heart has ever tasted. Your gaze made my heart tremble and flutter with the wings of butterflies and doves.

It’s been a few weeks since we first met, in class. She was a new transfer student and I, as the student body president, was in charge of showing her around.

While I tried to keep my distance from her, knowing how troublesome it can get when ladies get the wrong idea and try to seduce me, it was..different with her.

As I showed her around I was able to see how her eyes shone with wonder and curiosity at the new, awe-inspiring surroundings, eyes fleeting from one area to the next, smiling so brightly, innocently, so easily. Without a care in the world.

She anxiously and eagerly spoke of her love for flowers as we passed by the school’s garden and of how dearly she hopes to find new and nice friends.

I was slightly irritated and skeptical of her ‘innocent’ attitude and her idea of finding real ‘friends’ but deep down I also felt jealous..Jealous of how easily she was able to find joy, warmth and childlike wonder.

Truthfully, she reminded me of my childhood dreams that had been nipped at the bud at the tender age of six, as I was raised as the rightful heir to the C&R company.

As I continued observing her from my seat I realized how shy and anxious she was, mostly sitting on her chair but she bravely yet timidly tried to befriend the girl sitting next to her.

‘Wow! Your art is so pretty!’ I wondered what it was that the girl drew that made Shiri light up like Christmas Fairy lights. ‘It’s like! The flowers are reaching to the sky to be blessed by the heavens! Be it rain or shine, nature always nurtures the Earth’s life’

Now that, that intrigued Jihyun. He was sitting on the desk right by Jumin and mid-conversation he realized that Jumin’s attention went elsewhere. By the new girl.

‘She seems nice.’ Jihyun voiced softly, reminded of his mother, who passed away two years ago. In turn startling our distracted Jumin.

‘I don’t know, don’t you think she’s faking it?’

‘Faking? Well, knowing what we’ve been through I can understand where you’re coming from but that sparkle in her eyes and squealy, excitable voice; it’s hard to believe.’ ‘But even if she was slightly exaggerating her compliments, I believe she had good intentions. The intention to uplift, encourage and support others.’

‘She did wish for friends..But I don’t believe in being a people pleaser to gain love from others.’

‘Heh. That’s because you closed your heart off from ever experiencing true, deep love.’ ‘I feel like you both fear being hurt by others but show it in different ways.’ ‘Maybe you should try to befriend her.’ ‘Or maybe I will.’

Jihyun then went over to Shiri’s and May’s side with a soft amicable smile. ‘I couldn’t help but overhear your praises of May’s art and I feel like Jumin and I would love to talk with you about the nurturing and selfless love of the sun towards the Earth.’

‘Hm?’ Shiri’s gaze turned to Jumin; whose eyes instantly averted from his previous, interested examination of her anomalous behavior.

He mostly thinks she’s an anomaly because the first time he saw her smile, genuinely and brightly, innocently, it sent his heart racing and she’s been on his mind ever since.

The moment she smiled that captivating smile? Well, that was when he caught her playing and feeding a stray kitten after-school, in the backyard. The black kitty leapt up to nose-kiss her and she felt so blessed petting it. Her smile was so warm and enchanting and her gaze as she softly and tenderly looked at the sweet kitty.. It sent his frozen heart in motion.

[karmasainted]

answers about ocs !

sent by @b1uedcollar for cassie

🎮 — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies ?

she's always worked , always. in some capacity cassie has always been all about bringing in that cash to any home she's been a part of. since she was 10 struggling on a push bike taking on a newspaper route up until working every odd job she can just to stay a float. is it a hobby ? absolutely not. does she see all of her little side quests this way ? yep. she'd say it helps her stay sane. it's absolutely an unhealthy coping mechanism she's kept a choke hold on since childhood. either way. yeah. big yeah.

actual hobbies include sleeping. like , a lot. girl loves her bed. tattoos , yes yes yes. designing, looking at , getting. all of the above. getting lost in the woods - is it really a hobby it happens pretty frequently so she'd say it is.

but singing ? that's her calling. her true passion. she wouldn't describe it as a hobby. it's simply who she is.

🎶 — what type of music does your oc like ? do they listen to music very often ?

cassie's bread and butter is most definitely country , r&b and soul. she does love a little 70s prog rock. definitely a stevie nicks girlie. will listen to silver springs on repeat

🐶 — does your oc have any pets ?

grew up with lots of stray cats and kittens , maybe a couple tortoises , the occasional non venomous snake her brother would bring home from the 'glades. she's moved around too much in the last few years to look after any animal permanently - but absolutely will adopt any wandering strays she comes across on a temporary basis.

🍎 — where was your oc born ? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else ? how do they feel about their birthplace ?

cassie was born and grew up in everglades city , florida. she hasn't been back there since she was eighteen - running away straight after she finished high school before heading for the west coast resort towns on the gulf to try and make a buck singing. she sent money home when she could and always made sure her mom and younger brother got some of her cash when she'd managed to build up a following.

she feels ambivalent about the town itself. maybe a little reticent about actually talking about it and the bittersweet memories she has of trying to get by and growing up.

she misses her swamp puppies though.

🤍 — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits ?

she can lie pretty easily - not maliciously , but she's convincing when she wants something badly enough. cassie has a talent for making her un-truths so close to the actual truth that the lines can be blurred on technicalities.

she's a maximum effort girlie suckered in by the thrall and chokehold of minimum effort. if cassie can coast by in a town long enough making good money and stagnating she absolutely will

sometimes she enjoys seeing the secrets of others when they vocalise. their dreams , fears , their deepest and darkest secrets. sometimes it makes her feel better about her own life.

🎂 — when is your oc's birthday ? how old are they ? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known) ?

she's a valentines day baby - sure and solid aquarius. libra rising , scorpio moon. a lady never reveals her age , but you can place her in her early 30s.

🍔 — is your oc good at cooking ? are they good at baking ? which one do they prefer ?

country and basic cooking ? sure. she can knock up a mean side of grits and season a chicken. she might even bake you a cherry pie if you're sweet enough. but she's also sure you're probably not worth the effort so enjoy the walmart brand cereal and crackers in her cupboards , pal.

😥 — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool ?

my dude, you would never know. professional bartender in charge knows how to throw a shot of whiskey back and smile through the excruciating pain of existence. being on stage for the best part of ten years will help with that too.

she does have a temper through. several smashed guitars in the trash and multiple charges from hotels over broken furniture over the years litter her bank statements.

🤒 — does your oc get sick easily ?

nope. girl is an ox. cassie has the constitution of her grandpop - not even the bubonic plague could stop her. she makes a pretty good nurse if she actually likes you though , considering whatever you managed to get she'd dodge. we do not joke about hand hygiene in this house !

[kittyinhighheels]

For the wlw questions: 5-9, 15, 17, 28, 29, 53, 69, 73, 87, 100-107, 113, 114, 124, 126, 127, 129 i know it's a lot but i'm just really curious...

I don´t mind you being curious at all

5. Did you have an “aha I like girls” moment or was it more of a gradual realization?

I think I first thought about it when I watched porn and got aroused by the porn actresses and then I fell in love with my best friend. Not really gradual :D

6. How did your sexuality make you feel before you came out?

I felt weird. I think I was the first person around me to be openly non-straight, so before coming out I felt weird and a bit... alone? I was scared how my loved ones would react

7. How did you become comfortable with your sexuality?

I stopped giving a fuck what people around me thought. So what I´m not straight? So what I find women insanely attractive? This doesn´t change who I am.

8. At what age did you first come out?

I was 15. I fell in love with my now ex, a guy, and my best friend, a girl. I didn´t know what to do so I told my cousin and my aunt. Then rumors started to spread because I was pretty affectionate with my best friend and I snapped and posted on Facebook that I was bi

9. Who was the first person you came out to? How did they take it?

My cousin lost grip of the spoon in her mouth and my aunt wasn´t that surprised. But they became really weird when I talked about relationships and dating and all that, so yeah, in the end, they didn´t react all that well

15. How soon after meeting someone do you usually tell them about your sexuality?

The second it comes up. I´m not really secretive so when we talk about dating or stuff, I mention it

17. Have you ever wished you were completely straight?

I have days where I wish I would be 100% straight and I have days where I wish I would be 100% gay. It´s hard as a bisexual woman in both communities, especially when you date a man. But in the end, I am bi and I would never change it even if I could. I have made amazing friends thanks to me being so open about it and I´m bragging a bit here but I´ve also been told that I´ve inspired others to come out.

28. What personality trait are you most attracted to?

That´s a good question :D I think it´s humor. If I can´t call you a bitch and a laugh without you being offended, we don´t fit

29. How flirty are you?

I´m pretty flirty but that´s honestly just my personality. The one thing I got from my father. I love making people feel good

53. Have you ever been told that you don’t look gay, or that you’re too pretty to be gay?

Luckily nope :D

69. Who is your favorite LGBT celebrity?

At the moment it´s definitely Stephanie Beatriz. Her openness and sincerity with how she “deals” with her sexuality and the pressure from both sides to conform to certain standards. Contrary to most people in the lgbt community, I´m not a big fan of Hayley Kiyoko and Troye Sivan.

73. How well do you feel LGBT women are portrayed on television?

Ehhhhh, it´s complicated. It´s either insanely sexualized or only all about the struggles of being non-straight and while of course, that´s important to talk about, I wish there were more characters who exist and just happen to be non-straight. We´re not only porn or drama material. We´re human beings. And I just want more bi women who say “I am bi” and not “I like women too” or “Oh I don´t like labels”.

87. Do you have any LGBT relatives?

As far as I know, no.

100. Muscular women?

I´ll make some enemies here but 2. I prefer the feminine type

101. Women who wear glasses?

10

102. Women who are covered with tattoos?

10

103. Women who are covered with piercings?

9

104. Curvy/plus-sized women?

9

105. Women with short hair?

8

106. Highly intelligent women?

hmmmm... I think 8. Hot but I´d be intimidated :D

107. Tall women (i.e. around 1.83 meters/6 feet or taller)?

9

113. How do you feel about the terms “woman crush” and “girl crush”?

I don´t care about those tbh. It´s not undermining anything and often girls use it when they´re questioning or not openly out yet.

114. How do you feel when platonic female friends refer to each other as girlfriends? 

Why should I care, honestly? 

124. How accepting of LGBT people is the city/community you live in?

As far as I know, they´re definitely not super bigoted. But I never thought about researching it further

126. How annoyed are you with how heteronormative society is?

Sometimes it´s annoying but in the end, heterosexuality is the majority in the world. It´s only logical that some people walk around and have the default setting of “the person I just met is straight”. Doesn´t mean bigotry and discrimination should be accepted but I´ve also seen it used as an excuse to try and pressure straight and hell, even bi/pan women to “try being gay”.  We should fight for a more accepting and less default expecting world but we should also stop promoting the homophobic “sexuality is a choice!” while doing it.

127. What LGBT stereotype do you most disagree with?

That we chose to be LGBT. I never chose to become part of a minority. Sure, it has its advantages and I´d never change it but I didn´t think “Oh well, I want to be attracted to women as well today!”. I just discovered that my tingly feeling when looking at certain women and men was sexual attraction. And every time I see people from both sides acting like we choose to be LGBT, I feel like bashing my head against a wall129. What advice would you give to a girl who is struggling to figure out her sexuality?

You don´t need to have it all figured out immediately. I get the relief of finally having found your label, of finally knowing who you are, but it´s okay to take your time. It doesn´t make you bad or a stereotype or whatever if you change your label throughout. You´re figuring out yourself, that doesn´t happen all at once. And in the end, you´re not alone. We´re all with you

[reddpropaganda]

Strawberry, birthday cake, dark cherry, dark chocolate, fudge, blueberry lemon

@lady-bittersweet-kitten

A language you wish you could speak?: Japanese. I’ve forgotten a lot of what I used to know. I wish to be at a conversational level again and relearn some Kanji. I recently installed an app for that purpose. My old sensei would be so disappointed if she could see me now lol.

Favorite books?: Admittedly, I don’t have many. I stopped reading when I got out of highschool and the nearest library is all the way across town, so it’s become a bit of an inaccessible hobby for me. Sadly. In theory, I love books though.

Four words that describe you?: Heck if I know. :P Ironically, that’s 4 words so it works but, I answered that way because I don’t know enough about myself to paint an accurate description. Or rather, my sense of self so mutable those 4 words could be anything on any given day.

Turn ons?: None, really. That means like, sexually, right? In general, I guess if someone is unapologetically themselves. I think that’s admirable in most cases. Kindness or empathy and trying to understand others. Having a moral backbone or strong ideals. Setting standards for yourself.

Turn offs?: Overly self depreciating. (Not like, depressing humor but literally just being a drag all the time and not even trying to be positive ever. No one should get to be happy and the world is crap.) Ugh. Senselessly rude too look cool. Being manipulative or cheater. 

Favorite blogs?: ALL OF YOU, MY AWESOME MUTUALS :D

[dmc-tings]

The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Noice 👌🏾

But what did you do for this woman to spare you?

She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere

So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)

Or perhaps your a lucky lady?

I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her

But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU

So take that as a win

Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people

Which was something you didn't know

But she doesn't eat in front of you

Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine

You get curious, of course

So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup

You see red

"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."

You take a sip, only to spit it out right away

Retching with disgust, you tasted blood

Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways

Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you

Only to see the sight in front of her

You looked at her in fear

Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart

You backed into a corner, thinking the worst

Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon

To which made the Lady shake her head

"Love, you know I wouldn't-"

"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"

She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well

You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)

She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit

But this is YOU we're talking about

Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy

"My Love, please calm down."

When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood

Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette

She offers you one

You cringe, and with that she pulls back again

After taking a puff, she begins to explain

Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up

After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon

Drinking in all of the information

You looked up at her

"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."

The large woman nodded, looking at you

You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table

Alcina looked at you, watching you relax

You nodded a calm understanding

"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"

The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head

"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."

You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek

She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss

"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."

Salvatore Moreau

You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life

You saw less and less of your significant other

He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called

You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore

But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both

He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you

So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain

All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled

As said, you knew Salvatore before this

He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)

And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious

One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual

Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock

Eagar to see him

He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock

Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back

The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness

You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching

You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?

"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back

"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself

Horrified, you took his face on your hands

"I-is this... the work o-of-"

He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."

You felt tears pour down your face

You couldn't bring yourself to speak

That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau

The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you

He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears

"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."

You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"

He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"

You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"

Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude

You left

But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about

You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...

Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his

It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind

Angie and Donna Beneviento

These two kept you in their estate

Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll

She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you

You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her

No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?

Fucking Jackpot!!!

Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you

That's about to change

You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall

Enjoying an afternoon tea

"Dear? How are you feeling today?"

Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile

"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze

Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen

And the abundance of snow and cold

Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder

"Angie, n-"

Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap

You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"

You never really liked or disliked dolls

Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."

Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"

"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now

"And we like you!"

Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her

She gently took your hand in her's

"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."

Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.

The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie

You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words

Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side

"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."

Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy

She buried her face in your chest

You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead

Karl Heisenberg

You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory

It was a part he had built to keep you safe

From what?

You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building

"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"

You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you

Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you

The "family" was always thrown into air quotes

You knew he disliked his "family"

He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where

But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off

But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory

Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down

Once at an elevator, you pressed the button

It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man

"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."

Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside

"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."

You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"

"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"

You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."

The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again

Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye

You noticed a door and pushed through

Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two

With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards

"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"

"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"

You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic

"Karl! What-"

You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again

Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled

Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered

You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you

Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond

Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's

You moved your hands and opened your eyes

Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...

But he wasn't touching them....

"What... how-"

"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him

Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily

He took it, it was a well deserved slap

"E-explain yourself!"

He sat heavily down, telling you everything.

The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all

You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him

"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."

You kissed his rough hands

And he chuckled at you

"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."

[xhanisai]

AU where Ladybug and Chat Noir is an actual ladybird and black kitten in their civilian lives but human when transformed as heroes

- The duo always wished to be human ever since they were born. The stray black kitten born during the moonlight and left to fend for himself and the lonesome ladybird hatching the following daylight.

- They were always entranced by the way humans interacts, the way humans create and the love that humans can have for each other.

- The two have never met yet but would roam Paris, avoiding getting hurt or killed and trying to have an adventure. Those days would end with them realising how alone they were in the scary world.

- On the day Le Papillon has risen, an old man (Maître Fu) gives the lonely black kitten the ring of destruction and the curious ladybird the earrings of creations (after swiftly catching them both so they can all be in one space).

- Just by touching the jewels themselves, the kitten and ladybird suddenly found themselves transforming into humans! But, they both donned a mask and a super suit. They called themselves Ladybug and Chat Noir.

- Fu informed them that they needed to fight the akuma and save not only the victim trapped by the corrupted butterfly, but also the city.

- The pair, eager to help out the man who practically granted their wish, immediately got to work. It took a lot of getting used to because not only were they in a human body, they had powers too.

- Just like their canon counterparts, Chat Noir is flirty, dramatic yet loyal and brave and Ladybug is smart, slightly flirty back yet determined and resilient.

- They manage to succeed the mission and they simultaneously fell in love with each other. However, as soon as their miraculous beeped to zero, they transformed back into a kitten and ladybird again.

- This time however, they are accompanied by Plagg and Tikki who can magically store their miraculous safely and transform them when needed. The kitten and ladybird decide to stick together.

- Plagg names the kitten Adrien and Tikki names the ladybird Marinette.

- Marinette loves it when Adrien sprints off into a run with her clinging onto his fur, going faster than she’s ever dreamed of. Adrien loves watching her fly, sometimes trying to playfully catch her.

- Despite being so in love with each other, Ladybug tells Chat that they can’t be together. The reason being:

“Chaton, if I agree to be with you, it would be so unfair for you afterwards.”

“Why? Why would it be so unfair??”

“Because ladybirds can live up to only a year...and you’ll be left heartbroken once I’m gone if we become more than what we are,”

- They share a heart-breaking, bittersweet kiss.

- The time limit is what pushes them both to fight harder and find Le Papillon because Chat Noir refuses to fight with another Ladybug. Though, his Lady starts to become physically weaker day by day towards the end of the year.

- As soon as they finally defeat Le Papillon, there’s a huge light that encases the area.

- Marinette and Adrien wake up on the ground, the former expecting to be dead...only to realise

They’re both alive AND humans without wearing the miraculous.

- They stare at each others’ face with awe, carefully stroking each others’ face now knowing what it looks like without a mask until finally they start giggling.

- The giggles turn into tears of joy and they embrace each other with all their might, the kwamis joining in and then Adrien pulls Marinette in for a sweet, sweet kiss.

[heartfulselkie]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - MariBlanc

Even after all this time, she still dreams of him. And the dreams aren't always a nightmarish game of survival. Sometimes they're something bittersweet, a reminder of what she knows and what she can never let herself have.

Read on AO3

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Marinette blinked slowly as she looked at the scene before her. It was all so familiar to her now - a watery expanse that lay still before her, stretching towards the horizon with only a scattering of collapsed buildings to say anything had been there before. She kept staring out ahead of her, fixated on that distant point where one cold, blue abyss met another. Deep, dark ocean rising up as though to devour the pallid sky and the shattered moon along with it. And there she was at the epicentre of calamity, seated on the collapsed structure of what had once been the Eiffel Tower.

She swung her legs idly as she waited. She knew she was dreaming, just as she had a hundred times by now. The dreams varied, but were always similar. Like looking through a hall of mirrors, thousands of images echoing against each other. Sometimes with perfect clarity. Sometimes a shambling horror.

“My Lady.”

She froze at the voice that manifested nearby. She hadn't heard him arrive. But then, maybe he’d been there all along. He had been the one waiting, not her.

She turned her head to look at him, her voice for some reason almost sounding like a sigh of relief. “Chat.”

Chat Blanc looked back at her, crouched on all fours with his head lowered. He watched her warily, like he couldn’t quite tell if she posed a threat of not. Marinette calmly met his cool gaze. Yes, she was Marinette in the dream this time. She posed no threat to him and he knew that. He wouldn’t hurt her either. The nightmares he inhabited still came for her, but more and more her unconscious turned to this. Whatever this was. A momentary crossroads of a memory and a desire.

Chat Blanc blinked at her languidly. He crept towards her on fours, slowly like a timid kitten with rounded eyes meekly asking for some small token of affection. Not a torrent of destruction, but a stray cat looking to find the warmth it had once known.

Marinette smiled softly at him. “Hey, Minou.”

His ears perked at the nickname and it seemed to incite something in him. He shifted forward more quickly so that he perched next to where she was seated, hunched over himself like a crouched cat. Beautiful, shimmering, cold blue eyes looked up at her as he quietly remained next to her, curled into himself as though he were some small pathetic creature.

It didn’t take long for her to cave. It never did.

She lifted her hand and gently rested it on top of his head. She started with small, gentle strokes, testing the boundaries of his fickle and feral nature before going further. He headbutted into her hand like a real cat would, before letting his head carefully rest on her lap as her fingers took to threading through his soft white hair. His eyes slid closed as she lightly scratched near his ears, soaking up her affectionate ministrations for as long as they would last.

There were still times that he lost himself, becoming the nightmarish version that haunted her still. That terrible ghost still stalked her dreams, but in a strange way she was familiar to him now. He would scream and howl as though wounded brutally, scratching and clawing and biting and bleeding as though that was all that was left in him until he could at last draw his final, miserable breath.

But her kitty wasn’t someone who could hold onto anger. He never had been. Even asleep she knew that to be true. It always came as a violent eruption of emotion, a spontaneous combustion that he couldn’t contain. But as quickly as it burned and consumed him, it would vanish. All that anger seared away until only that lonely sadness remained. And it was that he couldn’t shake. That desperate, gnawing isolation and sadness that buried itself so deep inside of him that even he seemed to forget it was there.

Her heart wrenched in her chest to think of him - of her Chaton - being like that.

Because even though she had never seen it in her own Chat Noir, it must have existed in him somewhere. And she had been the one to bring it out of him. Whatever she had done, his love for her and her love for him had left him broken.

“My Lady,” He purred. Not warm and rumbling in the way she loved hearing from him, but a brittle, almost metallic sound that trembled in his chest. A last ditch attempt of clinging to whatever threads of comfort remained.

“I’m here, Minou,” she answered gently.

His eyes opened, staring up at her once again. “May I ask you something, My Lady? Please?”

She already knew what was to come. She could feel the lump in her throat and how it felt like her heart was being squeezed tighter and tighter. Even so, she nodded.

He reached up towards her and brushed the backs of his knuckles across her cheek in a caress that was so loving and so adoring that it only made her heart collapse further. “Will you marry me?”

Marinette squeezed her eyes shut. Of course it wouldn’t be the Miraculous. This was her dream after all. And as much as she denied it, deep down she knew what it was she selfishly yearned for. Even so, she couldn’t have it.

The lump finally dislodged itself, but only slightly to allow her a single, pathetic sob. “I’m sorry…I can’t…”

He moved at the first sign of tears spilling from her lashes. He sat up and cradled her face in his hands, looking at her as though she held the world in her tear-filled eyes. Even as her own vision blurred behind the ocean of tears, the blue of his eyes glimmered back at her. He continued to gently touch her face, devotion in each caress of his fingertips as he swept away her tears as they fell again and again.

“I can’t…” she repeated again in a hoarse whisper.

Chat Blanc nuzzled softly against her cheek, his barely warm lips gently kissing away the salt and tears trailing down her cheeks. He was so unbelievably gentle with her sometimes, but that only made it hurt all the more.

“We were happy, you know,” he murmured, lips still ghosting over her skin. “We wanted to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Her breath hitched and shivered as she tried and failed to regain some control of herself. “I know, Minou.”

“We could still be happy. We could still be together.”

Marinette held his gaze, though her tears kept coming. She didn’t realise she was biting into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling until his thumb tenderly pried it from her.

“My Lady,” he cooed. “My Marinette.”

She could feel the love and devotion rolling off of him, begging to let her know it was all hers - that he was all hers.

And she believed it.

Because somewhere under that cold, confused and lonely exterior, he was still her sweet Chat Noir. She wanted to bask in that love he was laying so plainly at her feet. She wanted to take his hands in her own and tell him yes! Finally, yes!

But she couldn’t.

Even in her dreams, she couldn’t.

They had already tried to be happy. She believed him, that they had been happy together once. Another her in another life had gotten to know just how much his love could fill her, how much his presence could warm her, how much his entire being could shelter and comfort her. Another her had been able to allow him all that and more. Until that other her had done something so unspeakable it had left him broken. She had broken him and that pure love he’d only ever wanted to give her.

It was our love that did this to the world.

She had loved him. And she had ruined him.

She hiccuped as another raw sob escaped her. “I’m sorry…”

He tenderly kissed her cheeks again, clawed hands so close to pricking her skin but instead cupping her face so gently. “It’s alright, My Lady. I’ll wait for you.”

She couldn’t give an answer to that. She knew he meant it. Chat Noir was loyal to a fault and that was true even for the version of him that was completely lost and destroyed. He would always wait for her, just as he always had. And she felt so disgustingly selfish that she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. She couldn’t allow herself to love him, but she couldn’t bear for him to not love her either.

“If you can’t say yes today,” Chat Blanc murmured softly as he nuzzled against her, “can I ask you to marry me tomorrow?”

No was what she should have said. She should have told him to go back to the nightmares where all he cared about were the Miraculous. It was easier to be afraid of him and the continuous damage he caused in his fury. She didn’t want to keep being heartbroken with him like this, mourning the happy life he’d lost and she’d never known.

No was the right answer. And yet she found herself smiling at him, a small and fragile one that barely broke through her ongoing tears.

“Please do,” she whispered.

His eyes softened, almost to the point that the blue could maybe thaw. She closed her eyes and welcomed the gentle kiss he placed upon her forehead. It hurt. Deep down in her chest it hurt, but she still stubbornly held to these lovesick dreams. She couldn’t have him, but she couldn’t let go of these dreams that filled her chest with a fire that would quickly burn her alive.

Sniffling quietly, Marinette curled into his chest and whimpered as his arms held her close in response. “Ask me again tomorrow, Chaton.”

He tightened his embrace as though he could keep her forever there in that dream. “As you wish.”

Marinette closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath. She desperately tried to engrave the feeling of being wrapped up in his warmth into her mind, but she knew it would be quickly forgotten when she woke.

And just like that, she opened her eyes to the familiar view of her bedroom ceiling. The dream had gone and she’d fallen back into reality, back to being alone.

She lay on her bed, her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to keep the lingering echo of the dream going. But the dream was no more, which meant her love had no place here. Love was something she couldn’t have in the real world. She couldn’t allow herself to love until the fight was over. Not openly anyway. It was just a matter of keeping it locked away inside herself, inside of her dreams where a small amount of hope could remain alive. Even if it would someday burn her away to nothing.

She loved him, but she could never tell him. He adored her but she had him temper his affection. They couldn’t be together with so much at stake, yet she couldn’t let him go.

Love him gently. Love him quietly. Love him in secret.

For now that was all she could do. For now it had to be enough, no matter how much it hurt.

Marinette wiped her eyes, unsurprised to find them laden with tears. Breathing through the sobs that wanted to form in her chest, she tried to calm herself. It was a new day and she could face it. No matter what happened, she could still hope for the dreams waiting for her at the end of the day. She could hope that one day she wouldn't dream in blue and white, but black and green. She could hope that one day in her dreams, the answer would never again be no, but only yes.

[yespolkadotkitty]

another one SO THIRSTY for size kink #2

Part I here 

Words: 1290 ~ Warnings: P in V sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, FEELINGS

Pairing: Pero x fem! reader

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The Spaniard looks at you as if he cannot quite believe the words that passed your lips. “You mean this, gatita?”

You nod, breathlessly.

“After dark,” he murmurs, and he is impossibly close. His scent, polished leather, lemon oil, and the musky smell of clean sweat, surrounds you. “I will come to you, si? By the tree of sorrow.”

The weeping willow. Pero likely didn’t know the English. You nod. “By the tree. When the moon is up.”

He strokes his thumb along your lower lip. The rough caress of his callused skin sets your nerves alight. You poke your tongue out, a little tasting his skin, salty, warm.

He bites back a curse. “Until then.”

And then he’s gone in a few heavy footsteps, just the memory of his touch remaining. You smooth your index finger over your lip, and wonder how he will feel inside you.

******

The moon hangs heavy and fat in the sky, a near perfect circle, when you slip out of the straw bed you share with Cara.

“Oi,” she whispers, her eyes still closed. “Where you going?”

“Chamber pot.”

“No you ain’t. Going for a poke are you?”

You scoff, although you love her. “Don’t tell on me.”

“Go get him,” Cara mutters and turns over, pulling your side of the thick blanket more fully on to her own body.

You kiss her forehead and open the door very carefully. For once, God - or the Devil, considering your destination - is on your side and it doesn’t creak. 

Pero is silhouetted in the moonlight; his expression hidden by the draping branches of the willow tree. Its leaves sway gently in the night breeze, framing him, like a hero in a myth.

But you know better than to believe in bedtime stories. The man kissed by moonlight is no more than flesh and blood, and no less than you want.

You reach him and he holds out his hand. His palm is so large as he folds his fingers around your own.

“Bonita,” he whispers.

“What is that?”

“Pretty.”

You feel heat creep up your face. You’ve been called a lot of things; not usually pretty. You tug his hand. “Come on.”

“Impatient?” he teases. “I like this.”

You grin back at him.

Like children you scamper down to the copse, led by the glow of the moon, gazing down upon you like a blessing or a complicit friend.

Without warning, Pero scoops you up and carries you, and you squeal, slapping your hand over your mouth so you won’t be heard. 

“Never been carried like a lady,” you whisper into his neck. His thick stubble tickles your lips and it’s wonderful.

“Then it is past time for this, no?”

That he can look past your dry hair and chapped hands and plain figure and see a lady, warms your heart.

He lays you down in the circle of trees and you tense at the feeling of - a pile of blankets?

“Pretty sure most soldiers don’t supply this treatment,” you smile.

“Perhaps I want to be invited back, gatita.”

“By me?”

“Who else?”

He braces himself over you, and he is so big; so wonderfully broad. You lift your hands and smooth them over his wide shoulders. He feels warm and firm under the tunic and your tummy flips; your lower body pulling with desire; every nerve winding up tight.

You expect him to begin, then, but instead, he kisses you.

Just the brush of his lips over your own to begin with, teasing, light, and then as you tug at his hair and pull him closer, he uses his tongue and teeth, and you open for him. He licks into your mouth, and each stroke of his tongue in that parody of the most intimate act makes you wetter.

“You have done this before, no, bonita?” Pero asks against your lips.

You nod.

“Very well,” he says, moving to kiss your neck, and you are relieved beyond words that he wasn’t expecting an untouched maiden. That isn’t the kind of life you live, you are hardly a gentle noblewoman in a high tower. 

You clutch at him as he makes his way down your body, uncovering you one slow inch at a time. Fireflies dance in the long grass between the trees. Your toes curl as he latches on to a nipple, and you clench one hand in his soft, worn dark tunic.

“Little kitten,” he murmurs against your damp flesh. “So perfectly formed.”

You thrill to his touch as he continues to undress you slowly by the light of the moon. You touch him your fair share, too, his hair, his shoulders, feeling under his tunic to trace the fierce scars on his back.

When he finally, finally spreads your legs and slides between them, his mouth biting gently at your inner thigh, you could scream from the need for him.

“This is what you want, no?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

His large hands settle on your hips and he begins to feast on you like a man starved.

When you come, you buck into his mouth and you bite your own hand to keep from crying out.

When you float back into your own body, he is braced over you, rubbing the blunt head of his heavy cock through your wetness, and your muscles clench; the want spirals all over again.

“Pero.”

“I’m here, cielo.”

You don’t ask what the new word is. You want him too much for that. You wrap your legs around his broad, firm hips, and dig your feet into his ass. He feels big, and you wonder if you can take him.

He pushes gently into you, letting his forehead drop against yours. The scar over his left eye is bathed in moonlight, curved in sharp relief against his golden skin, and you lift a hand and stroke it gently.

“Beautiful,” you murmur.

“That is my line, is it not?”

“Men can be beautiful.”

He pushes in a little further. The stretch is bittersweet - velvet fire.

“Good?”

“Very good.”

You clench your muscles and he breathes raggedly.

You’ve never had this much power over a man before. You do it again.

“Wretch,” he rasps, but it’s teasing; loving. He moves, then, just a little, and licks of pleasure flit up your nerve endings.

“Again.”

And he complies, over and over, and you clutch him to you as he makes love to you under the watchful kiss of moonlight.

After, you sprawl across him. His torso is littered with scars and so firm and broad that you can use him as a bed.

“Sleep, gatita,” he whispers into your hair. And so you do.

*******

The Spaniard stays.

He stays to make love to you by moonlight - sometimes in the copse, sometimes in a secluded corner of the barracks storeroom, when all others are out on a hunt. One memorable time in the kitchen before dawn, when he drizzled honey over you and oh, so slowly, licked it off.

He stays and ends up semi-adopting the kittens from the barn cat. They trail around after him. His fellow soldier, William, the Irishman, mocks him mercilessly. Pero can often be seen carrying the runt of the litter around in a little pocket you fashion for him, attached to his leathers. 

Anyone who questions this receives a death glare in return.

He stays to train new soldiers.

But most of all, he stays because he has won your heart, and because you hold his in your hands.

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[pleasantanathema]

Porco Galliard | Mercy

Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Bondage with a belt, Panties stuffed into Porco’s mouth, A little bit of degradation, Some power play dynamics, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. This is quite inspired by late night thirsting with @lady-lunaaa, who somehow loves Pock more than me 🧡 

          Porco Galliard looked so pretty with your panties stuffed in his mouth.

           He was always so whiny, so vocal, so willing to wake up anyone and everyone with the way he begged whenever you decided to play with him. You just wanted to hear what those little pleas sounded like when muffled by your slick-stained panties—they were just as darling, especially when groaned so heartily that drool spilled over flush cheeks.

          And those thick arms of his looked delicious tied above his head with his own belt. His muscles were bulging, biceps flexing as you took your time teasing his weeping cock. Thick fingers were turning white against the leather.

          This wasn’t your end game, no, you were just winding him up, coiling him tighter and tighter until you decided to release him and see what kind of wrath you would face.

          You didn’t often get to be in control of him like this, so you were going to revel in it, going to drown in the power of being able to make him thrash against his binds. It took a lot of effort to tie him up. You’d wrestled with him over it, naked limbs weaving together like rope as you struggled to overpower him.

          Those were the terms he set, having agreed to allowing you to tie him up, only if you were able to force him into it. And you did, once you wrapped your thighs around his perfect jaw.

          Who knew your pussy would be such a marvelous weapon of distraction. Porco had been groaning your name into your cunt when you secured the buckle around his wrists.

          Sliding your panties past plump lips had been a treat. You watched his arched brows furrow, normally perfect hair already starting to spill on his forehead as his tongue pooled with the bittersweet tang of your slick.

          “Don’t act like you don’t like it, baby. Besides you were the one making me wet by teasing me under the table.”

          You were tracing your finger up the ridge of his hard cock, watching him twitch and leak just from a few moments of playful taunting. He’d never been good at self control, his fault only made more evident as a muffled cry left his throat when your thumb circled the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum over hot, silken skin. You could feel the blood pouring down to his groin, thickening him up and making his veins pump harder under your touch.

          Your tongue swirled over his nipple, grunts vibrating in his thick chest against your mouth. Your name was in his mouth, soaking into the fabric as he probably begged you to hurry up, to sink your cunt onto his cock so the ache he felt would go away.

          You were careful to keep your pussy away from his cock, even as you sat back on his thighs, you hovered over him, heat just out of reach.

          “God you look so pretty like this,” your point was emphasized as you ran your palms over the arms above his head, feeling his muscles flex. He was always pretty, but now he looked so open, so vulnerable, pink with blush and glistening with sweat.

          The sparse, downy hair on his chest prickled when your hands moved over his pectorals, pinching at his nipples as you slid down his body. Those muffled whines get louder as you lick at his cock, short kitten licks that just leave spit to cool against his skin. Then you peppered his perfect balls with kisses, even going so far as to pop one between your lips before moving away again.

          Amber eyes were practically melting with rage, his cheeks puffing as he spit your panties from between his lips.

          “Untie me. Right now.”

          He was giving you a chance—he could easily move his arms from the pillow if he wanted. But if you freed him, he’d show some kindness. But you didn’t want mercy.

          “Or what, Pock?”

          For once, he didn’t vocalize what he wanted to do to you. No whispers of I’m going to fuck you until you scream, I’ll make you beg for me to let you cum, none of the little threats he’d made in your ear at dinner. No, he was just going to show you.

          Canine teeth ripped at leather and metal as he sat up, muscular thigh pressing up against your pussy as he freed himself. He was quick to pull you below him, man handling you until you were face down in his pillows, the belt he’d torn off being wrapped around your wrists.

          “You’re fucking clever, I’ll give you that. You know I can’t resist that pretty pussy against my mouth.”

          He pulled your hips up, keeping one hand against your back as the other pressed his swollen head against your folds. All you could smell was him on the sheets, all you could feel was his cock slapping against your clit to tease you.

          “Fuck, you’re dripping. Little powertrip really got you off, hm?”

          There was no chance to respond, your breath knocked out of your lungs when he shoved his cock into your cunt. He always felt so fucking good, so fat and full that it made your pussy flutter just to be stuffed with him.

          Porco tangled his fist around your bound wrists, tugging until your shoulders burned and you had to arch your back to meet his strength. His hips were already relentless, his earlier teasing having him chasing that release as quickly as he could. Your body bounced against his, backs of your thighs burning from the sting of his own slapping against yours.

          “I’ll show you what real power is, baby.”

          He laughed as you just babbled out nonsense, brain struggling to keep up with the overload of pleasure building in your belly and racing over your nervous system. A slap to your ass had you crying, tears bubbling over your cheeks from the white-hot mixture of pleasure and pain from his strong hand. He repeated the action a few times, stopping only when he felt your cunt clench around him and cause his focus to fade.

          “Such a good little slut,” he panted out his praise, using the muscles in his arm and shoulder to pull you back farther, grip tightening around the belt on your wrists, “such a tight pussy, god you look so good wrapped around my cock.”

          You were ready to burst, the sounds of his cock thrusting into your wet pussy, the feel of him using you, the hot burn of him spreading you apart, all of it was too much. You were drowning in the ecstasy, floating in the haze of Porco’s fury. You knew he was capable of more, that he didn’t want to hurt you, just bring you into that delicious stupor of pleasure and pain that would have you coming undone.

          “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, g-gonna fill you up,” he moaned, a sweaty hand gripping your hip so mean that you knew it to be true.

          “P-Porco, please, let me—”

          “Oh no, no, no, you don’t get to cum.”

          He dropped you into the mattress as he came, hot cum spurting into your pussy. He always had such fat loads, always made you a fucking mess whenever he fucked you. You could feel his cock still pulsing, over, and over, and over again, strings of seed spilling into your hole for far too long. It dripped down your thighs nice and slow, enough to tease.

          You only milked him more as your pussy sucked him in, looking for your own release. Porco whispered your name a few times in reverence, hand smoothing down your back and hooking around your binds again.

          “Don’t tease me again,” he warned, “next time you tie me up, you better fuck me.”

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Masterlist 8/25/2021

This is a full list of every fic I’ve wrote. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in anything or if any link don’t work, or if a chapter is missing. Thanks :) Bold titles are the first of a a different fic.

Supernatural

Late Night Drinking Dean x Reader Just Sleep Dean x Reader The Moon Sam x Reader Bad Habit SMUT Sam x Reader x Dean No Wincest

Green Eyed Man: Vampire Reader x Dean

Green Eyes

Dean

Sweetheart

Bittersweet

First Time  Smut

Human Final Part

Dinner Party Dean x Reader

Let’s Play

The Game

Make It Better Final Part

Bartender: Dean x Reader

We Need It Smut

Stay

He Needs You Smut

My Job

Hunter In The Closet

I Kill Monsters

Mother

I’m Staying Final Part

Betrayal Dean x OC Scarlet Smut

Running

Playing with Fire

Pretend Smut

Regret

Don’t Tempt Me

Giving In Smut

Lips Of An Angel

Moving On

Getting Help

What Now

Let’s Do This

Things Get Awkward

Stolen Moments

That’s My Job

Promise

Bad News

New Beginnings

A Little Messed Up Smut

Betrayed

Start Over Final Part

Different Worlds Dean x Reader

Remember

Animal Inside

Wash It Away

Changing Rooms

I Know You  Final Part

The Mark Dean x OC Amora

The Mark 2

The Mark 3

The Mark 4

The Mark 5

Angel Eyes Dean x OC

Back From The Dead

You Remember

Tattoos

Kitten AU Dean x OC Sophia

Back To Him

Broken

Questions 

Explanations

Emotions

Movie Night

We’ve Got Time

Speak For Me

Second Thoughts

Harry Potter

I Bet Draco x Reader

Complicated

Prove it

Win The Bet

Labyrinth

Back To The Castle  Sarah X Jareth

Fatal Attraction. Reader X Jareth

Vampire Diaries

Perfect  VampireReader X Damon. Smut

I Never Left Reader x Damon Smut

Only for you Reader x Damon

Turning VampireReader x Damon

Feeding

Vampire Princess Damon x OC Slow Burn

Night In The Woods

Guest

All Mixed Up

I’m Forgiven

Vampire?

Lost Girls

Too Close

Surprise

Ghost and Witches

Left Behind

The Turning Point

Road Trip

Copy

Black Veil Brides.

The Fallen Angel Reader X Andy

I’m His Mother Reader X Andy

Ashes Reader X Andy

Rest BabyDoll Reader X Ashley

Happy Birthday Reader X Andy Smut

A Team Andy X Reader

Rebel Yell

Never Give In

Beautiful Remains

It’s Not Kidnapping If You Don’t Put Up A Fight

7 Years Of Good Luck

Wanna Go For A Walk?

I’m Sorry

Wake Up

What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Loveless

Bittersweet

You Came Back

Well I Guess I Win Then

Kiss Me Smut

I Wish I Could Remember

Roller Coaster

I Promise

Hi Sleepy I’m Batman

To Good To Be True

Saved Me

Safe and Sound

Old Friends

Day In The Life

He Was Hot

Mrs. Biersack

Ever After  END

Teen Wolf

His Mate Reader X Derek His Reader X Derek

Red Riding Hood Derek x OC

Smell Of The Rain

Wolves In The Woods

The Walking Dead

You Okay? Reader X Daryl

Everyday  Reader x Daryl

Feelings Locked Inside AU Negan x Reader. Smut

Cake Reader X Negan

Okay Negan request

First Time Negan x Reader Smut

Are We Really Doing This? Negan x Reader Smut

A Touch Reader X Negan Slow Burn

Angel Reader X Negan

You’re Safe Here

Sing Me A Song

Home?

Stay Or Go

Smoke Rings

In The Dark

Guilt

Lost

Buried

Trust

Nightmares

To Close

Mistake? Smut

Her Or Me?

A Feeling

Changes

A Vist

The Road So far

Playing House

Story Time

Guts

You’ve Changed

For The Better

Different

Stones

Normal

Feel Like Talking? AU Negan x OC Leah

To Hard To Breathe

Strawberry Wine

Shared Sorrows

What Would You Fight For?

The 100

Halfway Reader X Bellamy

Closer Reader X Bellamy

Do You Trust Me

I Trust You

War

I’m Not A Grounder

We Are All Grounders

The Enemy

Of My Enemy

You Survived

Scars Of War

What Have We Become?

I Do Not Know

Tomorrow Bellamy x Reader

The Last Of Us

The Cowboy and The Girl  Joel x Oc

The Plan

The Outside

Go Down Swinging

Hurt

Old Wounds

Traveling

The Past

Traps

Bill

I Need You

Marvel

Rocky Start  Thor x OC

Lady Alva

You Don’t Know Me

Look At Me

Riddick Universe

Snow In The Dark Riddick x OC Snow

Show Me Your Eyes

Beginnings

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

*starts chanting*

Garbo! Garbo! Garbo!

I wanna hear abt the lady pls 👀

I'm partial to angst btw so if you have any pain for her-

oh my poor Garbo has gone through PLENTY of angst 🥲

To start off, Asparagus was taken away from her pretty much as soon as he was born. Garbo’s relationship with Gus wasn’t well-known, so when she fell pregnant, her humans were furious. She was their prized show cat, and they didn’t want to worry about taking care of a kitten while toting Garbo around. So, as soon as Asparagus was born and able to survive without Garbo, they took him to Gus’ owner, dropped him off, and left. Gu hadn’t known Garbo was pregnant, and she didn’t have a chance to tell him that Asparagus was their kitten.

Garbo was absolutely heartbroken, she had grown so attached to her son in a short period of time, and the only thing that brought her a tiny bit of solace was that she knew Gus would be the greatest father to their son.

Asparagus didn’t know that Garbo was his mother, but when they first met, after Garbo’s humans brought her back to London, there was that spark of connection between them. Slowly, Garbo was able to create a close relationship with her son, and he loved having a mother around.

Another little angsty bit is Garbo’s relationship with @hufferysnuffery’s OC, Antoinette.

He’s like a son to Garbo, and she loves him more than anything. Antoinette was taken away from Garbo by their humans when he was young as well, just after they had him declawed, and Garbo could barely handle losing another son. She fell into a depression afterwards, which she was only brought out of by Gus when he invited her to stay with him in the theater.

Her relationship with Grizabella is another point of pain for Garbo.

Since Garbo is older than Grizabella, she was very much a mentor to the glamour cat, and taught her everything she knew about performing. When Grizabella up and left the Jellicles, Garbo was heartbroken, and as much as she tried to reach out to Grizabella, the other queen wasn’t having it. It wasn’t until the Ball that the two were finally able to have their moment of closure, because as much as Garbo was prepared for Gus to be the Choice, saying farewell to the queen she viewed as a daughter was something she was grateful she had the chance to do.

And, i mean, in general, Gus and Garbo’s relationship, particularly near the canon Ball, is very bittersweet, because they’re trying to make up for lost time, but they’re both growing older, so it’s a matter of understanding that every day they spend together could be their last day…

[juminly]

Hi Juminly :) How would the Van Gogh brothers and maybe even Arthur if you don’t mind, react to a shy female!future s/o (like they are still friends, still didn’t realize their feelings I guess) who initiates and holds their hands for the first time? Thank you x

Love the prompt! Thank you, anon💜 

Scenarios of Vincent, Theo and Arthur with a shy s/o who holds their hand for the first time

Vincent Van Gogh

He never felt the need to be physically close with anyone. But with you, it was a different case.

The first time you hugged him, he wondered why it didn't last longer. 

Baby boy always looked at your hands, wondered how they would feel in his. He knew lovers always held hands but couldn't friends do it too? 

This angel always wanted to hold your hand but whenever you were out together, even when just taking a stroll, it came naturally to link your arm with his. 

He wanted more and he had tried to many times. And he failed. Whenever you were in town, he'd chase to hold your hand in his but you'd somehow escape from his hold as you would excitedly window shop or run after the smell of something that's scent was so heavenly, you wouldn't be able to resist it. 

You were always a bit too shy to hold his hand to drag him by the hand where you wanted, so linking your arms was always what you would do. 

One day, you decided to wander around l'Avenue de l'Opéra and came across a violinist, playing a piece that sounded so beautiful yet bittersweet. The musician was playing and smiling down at a baby bassinette basket. 

As you approached the basket, finding a puppy and kitten cuddling (and the puppy seemed to be protectively looking after the feline). 

Your hands just instinctively reached out for Vincent's, squeezing it as you weren't expecting to come across the most adorable sight you've ever seen. You had a soft spot for animals and unshed tears were burning in your eyes. 

While you were too preoccupied by the cuteness of the little fur babies, a wave of warmth spread through Vincent's chest as he felt the softness of your hand in his. 

The small prickling feeling in his chest was not like anything he ever felt before. It wasn't painful, it was nice and he wanted more of it. 

A brilliant smile had stretched on the angel's face and he murmured to himself softly: "Finally".

Now that he held your hand for the first time, don’t expect him to settle for anything less. He sees absolutely no reason why he can’t hold his friend’s hand. 

Every time you would blush or shy away from holding his hand, Vincent had the most serene (and unapologetic smile) on that beautiful face of his.

Theodorus Van Gogh

You have been bestowed the great honour of being one of his favourite people. 

You had no idea about that but everyone knew and teased Theo about it. He would just brush them off and run his foul mouth as usual, to cover up for him embarassment. 

Being literally the only person he enjoyed drinking with at the bar (aside from Arthur) was very telling but you thought nothing of it. 

Theo's excuse was that you were a lightweight Hondje and someone had to look after you. And Arthur was untrustworthy. Not that he actually believed that but he had to come up with some sort of excuse to spend time with you.

Being quite shy, Theo noticed that once you had some social lubricant in you, you loosened up a bit and he was too curious about you not to take up the chance to get to know you better. 

One on one interactions were much easier for you since it allowed you to feel more comfortable and less shy. 

Things went from just taking you out for drinks from time to time to weekly bar hangouts (dates) to meeting up at the bar day after day. It became like a ritual for the both of you and getting you away from the rowdiness of the mansion helped you relax.

You actually had absolutely no idea that all the drinks you were served at the bar were watered down (way more than you actually thought). Theo had given clear instructions to the barman to always serve you watered down alcohol since your hangover recovery was atrocious and too long. (he hated knowing/watching you suffer like that... even if it was just a hangover)

Pretty boy thinks he can handle his liquor very well and drinks more than you. 

Little did he know, his footsteps would usually be just a tiny tiny bit unstable as you walked the streets to find a carriage home. One night though, his strides were definitely a bit wonky. 

To keep him from actually tripping, you reached out for his hand and pulled him towards you. 

With the liquid courage in your veins, you teased. "I didn't know you were a clumsy drunk, Theo."

He was too busy trying to get over the drumming of his heart in his chest and staring at your hand in his. 

Not able to formulate a sarcastic reply, he just went with a dry "Sh-shut it, Hondje". 

Wait, did he actually stutter? 

It was really dark but the man was definitely blushing. 

The guy couldn't stop thinking about how soft your hands felt and how small they were in his large hands. It aroused in him emotions that he never felt before and one of them was possessiveness.

It was strange to him but he just felt the need to keep you close. 

He was a sly man, covering it up by clearing his throat and squeezing your hand in return. 

"Don't let go, Knabbeltje. Your balance is worse than mine." 

Lies, Theo. Lies, you tall handsome tsundere.

Your balance is not worse than his. He’s just making up an excuse to keep holding your hand (And he’ll keep using it until he mans up and makes you his!).

Arthur Conan Doyle

Playing games was no fun if you played them alone. Arthur liked company and especially yours. 

You were a shy and sweet little thing and he wanted to eat you up. Literally.

But he was holding himself back because he was a complete gentleman with you. He didn't fail to notice that you were either too uncomfortable being around him because he flirted with you too much/hard or that you blushed and got too flustered around him to actually be able to function properly. 

He began to lay off on all the flirt flexing and he saw something in you. (He told himself that it was just the writer in him itching to see what kind of material he would get inspired with by being with you.)

Once you got over his flirtatious side, you discovered that he was actually so much fun to be around. 

You were his partner for a reason.

After a long day of playing detective, you treated Arthur to some crepes from a shop that you had come across while going grocery shopping with Sebastian the other day. 

Taking a stroll through the city, you always happened to find yourselves walking by La Seine and it basically became your spot. 

There weren't many people usually this time of night and Arthur was always glad to be there with you. It wasn't safe for a cute young lady such as yourself to be wandering Paris all alone.

Talking the night away, discussing everything from the little cases you handle to how things were back in your time, you found yourselves at the famous Pond des Arts. 

You told him about the love locks and how lovers would often be found there, holding hands, kissing and attaching their own padlocks and throwing the key in the river. 

He wanted to do something like that with you... he couldn’t explain why he felt that way but he just wanted to have that with you. (Boy is in love ~) 

He was definitely intrigued by the idea and deep down, he thought that it was a shame that the tradition didn’t exist yet in the Paris they lived in. 

Not knowing or understanding where you got the boldness from, you took Arthur’s hand shyly and led him over the bridge. “Love is not only between lovers, but also between friends. Next time, we’ll get the padlock and be the first people to ever put one on the bridge”. 

Soft boy couldn’t believe his eyes or ears but his heart definitely heard it loud and clear. He looked like a little boy who just got the candy he’s been begging for.  

His fingers were slightly shaking (how adorable is he?) so he laced his fingers with yours, trying to find some composure and comfort through your touch. 

He wanted more but for now, this is more than what he would ever dream of. It was a sliver of happiness that he didn’t know he would ever feel. 

“Will you let me kiss you too, then?” 

Cue: you not functioning anymore. 

Come on, Arthur. Don’t push it.

Believe me, after tonight, he’ll be writing about you every single day (more than he already has been). 

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