#look at the floof around his neck!

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: jing yuan, blade, dan heng, welt yang, yanqing, sampo, gepard, luocha x nb!reader

warnings: tooth rutting fluff, advised for u to read while sitting down or in private bc u might have a heart attack from how cute and chaotic this shit is, some angst might be sprinkled in just bc✨✨

notes: that moment when you have a super bad baby fever except the fever is towards cat rather than babies. genshin impact ver can be read here! part 2 with penacony men!

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

oh fuck

look at that floof

that absolute big soft floofball peacefully sleeping on top of your favorite black shirt. your shirt is ruined, massive amount of white fur stuck to the fabric and you’re late for work but at least you have a happily napping away cat

a siberian cat, me thinks. with that amount of fur and that large body, he’s gotta be a siberian cat

spoiled, smug peace of shit and he knows it. revels in that title even

dubbed as ‘the handsome cat’ by your friends, co-workers and neighbors alike, meow yuan is surprisingly and not so surprisingly incredibly popular amongst the ladies. whether it be because of his fur, his adorable meows, the red ribbon you tied around his neck as a makeshift collar or his way of charming the ladies with a gentle pawing to their hand and a smug “meowww”, you will never know

the biggest out of the cats. but is it his body that’s big or is it the rapunzel like long fur that he has. the world will sadly never know and neither will you

surprisingly chatty at times. but worryingly very eepy. an adult cat should sleep about 12-16 hours a day and yet you’re pretty sure meow yuan spends 25 hours of the day sleeping away under the sunlight

closest to little nyanqing. seems to think of the youngest kitten as his own as he’s seen grooming or simply looking out for the young kitten at times. also seems to be a bit closer to nyan heng and meowade but the latter tends to spend his time alone

an absolute smug spoiled prince and he owns to it. whether it be feigning hurt, crying out for your attention or downright plopping himself down on your keyboard, deleting your entire progress of work, the little shit knows how to be a headache

but it’s okay, you always forgive him because he allows you to smush your face into the fur of his belly when you’re stressed or squish his soft toe beans. meow yuan is let off the hook yet again…

occasionally, meow yuan reminds you of a lion. it maybe weird and completely out of the blue but with the way he grooms others, his fur, the absolute motor like loud purrs he emits or the sheer massive size and weight of him — yeah, you get the point

one time, you decided to spoil him by carrying him around in your arms like how you do with the other cats. the loud crack! noise and the fact that you couldn’t get up the next day should prove just how damn big he is

meow yuan was a worry wart the whole day. constantly meowing in your ears, purring softly, nuzzling your side. it almost seemed like he was trying to apologize for being this big. to which you easily let him off the hook of course. how could anyone ever say no to that big adorable yellow eyes?

art credit to cocoink🍁 on twt

a bit of a worrying case, meowade is

he doesn’t like socializing, the other cats nor does he get along with you either. the only ones he seem to at least tolerate were meow yuan and nyan heng alongside you

likes to spend his time all alone, cooped up inside some small confined space, above the cupboard or inside his own small room in the cat tree. also enjoys spending time in your room as well but only if the other cats aren’t there

flinches or freezes up whenever you touch him which is incredibly worrying and gut-wrenching. makes you hate however was his previous owner to have caused meowade to despise touches and affections

the first time you found him, bleeding and wet on the side of the road and tried to wrap your coat around him to take him to the vet, the little scraggly cat hissed and clawed and bit at you with great amount of hate despite literally bleeding out. thankfully, he seemed to understand you were no threat as he went limp in your coat, allowing you to get him to the vet

due to whatever his past experiences were, meowade hates being close to anyone. but at least he was slowly but surely opening up to the others and you

the first time the poor scraggly cat decided to bump his head to your hand, asking for pets, you cried tears of joy and relief. at least, you can offer him healing and comfort as you and the other cats stay there for him on his journey

the second biggest cat, bested by meow yuan himself. not as big as him but damn can this cat scare others. whether it be other cats, your friends who decided to visit or some random dog that you passed by as you take meowade out for a walk

seriously, the amount of times this cat wrestled against dogs bigger than himself gives you heart attacks. it’s a real wonder and a miracle you aren’t dead yet

british shorthair, me thinks. but the ones that grow to be a bit bigger than the others

has a bad habit of just… staring off into space, unblinking with those big round eyes at times. literally no thoughts in his brain. head empty, as he just… stares off into space

“oh, having another existential crisis again? mind if i join you today, meowade?”

“…”

“… meow”

and so, this weird ritual of the two of you sitting side by side, staring off into the distance, unblinking as the cup of coffee in your hand goes cold has become something special in you two’s bonding moment. oneself that meowade looks forward to each day

sometimes, he tends to chase after nyan heng around the house for whatever the reason. it leaves poor nyan heng shaking and hissing as the small black cat comes to you for help

not the chattiest of cats nor is he the most pickiest. quite docile despite his killer stare at times and you would even daresay, shy when it comes to affection

overall, a cute cat. the cute pathetic ones that you just can’t help but adore and love

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another docile cat!! perhaps even the most docile one!!!

at first, you were worried when taking him in because holy shit, where is his tail?! only after taking him to the vets did you finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief because nyan heng was a black manx breed of cat

lean, on the smaller side, an amazing hunter and a dutiful bug hunter in the house, nyan heng is a cute black manx who has a pretty green/grey eyes

an absolute sweetheart, always hoping to please you or help you out around the house as he helps to keep the other cats in line. except for meowade. he always finds himself having a hissing match with the black british shorthair or getting teased by the eepy meow yuan

closest to nyelt, as you had found the two cats together when you decided to take him in. almost seem to see nyelt as some sort of a father figure with how the little black manx constantly goes to the older one for advice or simply some help in grooming

has a cute simple, thread like thin black tie with a few charms around himself as a makeshift collar. he seems to like it despite the thread being a little bit too thin for cats’ comfort

seriously, what’s up with your cats and their desire to wear makeshift collars? makes you really consider if they are cats…

that aside, nyen heng also tends to be more active during nighttime. not the type that would take down things, destroy objects or cause ruckus and cause you jump out of the warm comfort of your bed. no, he just simply quietly trudges around the house, searching if he had truly hunted down every bugs and insects in the house

especially that spider

nyen heng hates to see you so scared over that cursed spider. so he makes it his life mission to rid the house of insects, more specifically, spiders!!

and damn is he absolutely devoted to his job because ever since you cried to your friend over the phone about the spider that you saw in your room, you never saw another spider ever again!

not the most chattiest nor is the most affectionate. he’s a mix of both but only when in privacy of you two or when he’s feeling particularly lonely

don’t get him wrong, the other cats are an amazing company but he just tends to seek out your attention and affection more y’know? there’s just something soothing about being by your side

seems to have some history with meow yuan and meowade. whether that be good with how friendly meow yuan is with nyan heng. or bad, with how meowade seems to want to take their play fighting to a whole next level

surprisingly, doesn’t like sunlight that much

most of the cats would follow the sunlight and it’s warmth and spend some time outside or on the window sill. but you can find the little black minx just chilling in one of the rooms of the cat tree of beside you, observing the other cats

nyen heng is an absolute sweetheart. the quiet type of sweetheart

the type of sweetheart that follows you around, hoping to help you out or simply offer a comforting presence. it’s the least he can do for you

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another sweetheart of a cat except nyelt makes himself and his presence known unlike nyan heng

possibly a havana brown breed with just how damn calm, peaceful, loving and loyal he is. especially with you. havana browns tend to attach themselves to only one person during their span of life, which sometimes can feel like nyelt is just a biiitttt clingy with you

was there with nyan heng when you took the two cats in and often times acts like a father figure to the cats of the house which is a huge help to your mental state. except for nyanqing. nyanqing only has one father figure and that’s meow yuan

but that was completely fine since nyelt still looks after the little energetic kitten. often times looking after the cream munchkin as he carries nyanqing around by his scruff

to which, nyan heng comes to you for affection and attention. if his father figure won’t give it, then you surely will!

likes to wear the black mini scarf like collar around his neck. often times seen curled up inside the mini scarf as he sleeps the day away like most cats do

can come of as quite chatty at times with how attentive and helpful nyelt is

oh your back feels stiff? he can sit on it and make biscuits (that cute moment when cats knead their paws?). meow yuan is out of option since he’s way too big and heavy and could potentially be the sole reason you break your back. literally

oh nyanqing is missing again? what do you mean he’s missing? he’s right there, hiding inside one of the rooms of the cat tree

nyan heng is being bullied by meowade again? you know nothing of the weight behind this powe—

yeah, you get it. kinda reminds you of a grandpa with how attentive he is and how he has a single streak of grey atop his head fur. which is absolutely adorable and one place that you adore smothering with kisses

nyelt doesn’t seem to mind the affection too as he simply sits there, purring away and basking in your affection. a very pliant cat

sometimes, something seems to weigh heavily on his and nyan heng’s minds with how they curl up together or look out the window, seemingly searching for something

at first when they did that, you thought some bird or a squirrel passed by the window. but if that was the case then every cats should by by the windowsill

yet only nyelt and nyan heng are

at first it worried you because what if they were having cat depression?! are you absolutely sure that you’re being a good cat owner, [name]?!

yeah, you had a lot of self doubt and depressive episodes due to the two cats

however you finally figured out the case when one day, one of your co-workers suggested a play date with her own cats. saying that sometimes, cats need to see new faces to experience some relief from their everyday tasks or ways of living

the date was agreed upon and your co-worker decided to bring over a few of her cats

the immediate second the pretty red furred maine coon, pink-ish scottish fold and the grey striped scottish fold stepped out of the cat bag, nyelt and nyan heng seem to brighten immediately as they fucking dash towards the three cats

turns out the five of them seemed to have been close before they got separated and the two male cats found their way in your home

at least your cats were happy yet again. which made you happy in turn too

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

awwwwwww

everyone's reactions when you first introduce them to nyanqing. and honestly, you can't blame them because look at that cute little cream munchkin pitter pattering his way over here!!!

as stated above, a cute little cream colored munchkin

super adorable

tiny

a tiny baby

"hang on, i'm gonna have an abnormal increase in my sugar intake simply because nyanqing is just too damn adorable to not to do that" - you on a daily basis while calling your best friend and honestly? your bestie's starting to get a bit sick of your constant fawning over your cats

that is until you bestie decides to come over for a visit to drop off some meds for you (during the infamous 'trying to lift meow yuan and almost breaking your spinal cord' day), your bestie dropped down to the floor, unresponsive the moment you called over nyanqing to introduce him to your bestie

yeah... since then the two of you constantly fawn over the little munchkin while trying not to die of a cuteness overload

but it's completely fine and understandable even as you two get the nth heart attack this day simply because nyanqing was... well, nyanqing himself!

an adorable little pliant baby who loves nothing more than sleeping, playing around with meow yuan, you and sprinkles of mischief sometimes

is the closest to meow yuan and can be found with the large siberian cat whenever you can't find him. often times, you would have to move meow yuan over to check each and every nook and cranny around the large siberian cat just so you can get a glimpse of the small munchkin and let out a sigh of relief

at times, the eepy meow yuan tends to curl up with the tiny nyanqing buttttt due to how much of a heavy sleeper the larger cat is, nyanqing almost gets crushed under the much larger cat

yet he somehow is still alive and well and completely okay???? like what????????

still doesn't relieve your heart no matter how many times you find the tiny munchkin under the large siberian cat

is a little bit mischievous at times with how he lovingly bothers nyan heng. trailing after the black minx all the while meowing his ears off about something. the same can be applied to nyelt as well but nyelt tends to patiently converse with the small munchkin unlike nyan heng who wishes to avoid him at most times, preferring his lone and private time

seem to have some sort of an ongoing hidden agenda against meowade and luonya. the former black can cat be found bullying the small munchkin until either the other cats step in or you. as for the latter? no one knows. somehow, nyanqing always ends up getting into a defensive position whenever luonya comes into his field of vision

one time you even found nyanqing hisses at meowade with meow yuan behind the tiny kitten's back. you had to put the three of them into time out and give meowade a scolding

what about scolding nyanqing you say? well

“this is the last time i’ll let you off the hook, nyan-nyan. if i find you stirring up trouble again”

yeah… when are you ever going to stop letting your cats off of the hook [name]?

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

…

“you sure this is a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover?”

“yes, it is indeed a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover. i’m guessing it’s a somali cat though it could be mixed breed with another different cat breed as well”

“you sure…?”

“please get out, and allow the others to show their pets”

yeah… the local vet is familiar with you and your many different cats. not to mention the amount of times you asked if meowpo was truly a cat and not a fox undercover because damn, is this cat fucking mischievous

an absolute fucking menace and i cannot stress this enough, god

the type of cat who would keep a straight eye contact with you as his soft squishy paw slowly pushes a cup full of your coffee towards the edge of the surface all the while keeping the :3 face

oh you thought meow yuan was bad and mischievous? you immediately took back your words the second you adopted meowpo

that’s how damn bad this little cat is

you know those moments that you have like,,, a cute aggression? but instead of smothering the cat with kisses and hugs and cuddles, you end up lovingly bullying the cat? yeah. that’s your eternal cycle with meowpo

“you stupid—“ kiss “—fucking” kiss “—cat!” kiss “when the fuck—“ kiss “—and where the fuck” kiss “—did you came from” kiss “—to make me suffer, huh?”

a never ending cycle and meowpo fucking revels in the sheer amount of times he can make you have lovingly bullying cute aggression moments

seems to have some sort of a rivalry with nyepard and surprisingly meow yuan

nyepard was completely understood and truthfully, you saw it coming. nyepard is a rule follower and an enforcer through and through meanwhile meowpo is a rule breaker

so imagine your surprise when you come back home one day to see meow yuan glaring at meowpo from his windowsill

“meow yuan, what’s gotten into you? why are you bullying meowpo?”

“mrreow!” oh meow yuan sounded a bit angry. which only served to double your shock since meow yuan is a very gentle cat despite his large size. gentle, affectionate, chatty, friendly and a bit mischievous at times but never hostile or mean

“mrreeeooww!” meowpo seems to complain as he makes his way over to hide behind your leg. he seems to be shaking or even afraid of the larger cat

to which, you immediately coddled and soothed meowpo over and scolded meow yuan afterwards. all the while meowpo gives meow yuan a knowing smug look

yeaaahhh… these idiots are fighting for your attention and affection

if meowpo isn’t somewhere inside the house, creating chaos and getting scolded by the other cats then you can definitely find him by asking a help from nyepard. nyeppie would dutifully carry out his duties and rat meowpo out in record time

but he isn’t always so mean or mischievous. the times where you fall sick and is having a hard time trying to breathe through your nostrils, meowpo is the one who takes care of the other cats’ bowls of food and water

it was a way of him hoping to help you out the tiniest bit as you lay bedridden

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

nyepard, the most… dog-like cat you would ever meet. but also a cheetah-like as well????

it’s hard to explain since nyeppie has spotted fur and the black smokey eye that cheetahs have and not to mention his large yet lean physique as well

the second largest. whereas meowade is also the second biggest due to his length, neppie is the second biggest due to being a bit on the… buffer? side

seriously, you were worried for a few days when nyepard kept growing and growing, showing absolutely no sign of stopping his growth spurt

thankfully, he isn’t as big as meow yuan

you don’t wanna live with the embarrassment of getting dragged down the street by another big ass cat chasing after a random pretty leaf they saw. nope. you can’t deal with the embarrassment and shame

and yes, you did dragged down the street when taking meow yuan out on a walk before but that is a story and second hand embarrassment for another time

another sweetheart despite his size

very doting, gentle, very shy when it comes to affections but still asks for them anyways because it’s you

the first time you took nyepard for his vet vaccinations, the veterinarian looked at you dead in the eyes as if saying “bestie, what the fuck?”

of course you would get weird stares whenever you take the big cat out for a walk. he’s as big as a doberman dog and the dotted furs of his doesn’t exactly help to direct attention away from yourself

but the sheer amount of power you feel when walking down the street with both meow yuan and nyepard by your two sides is fucking addicting

one cat that closely resembles a lion and another that looks like a cheetah. at least you sleep peacefully at night knowing that you have two scary cats privilege

scary dog privilege? [name] only knows and experiences scary cats privilege. at times it's adorable but also threatening as well because your bestie and some close co-workers know just how devoted and loyal your cats are towards you

nyeppie is the most loyal of them all. or at least, one who is willing to show it at each minute of the day with how dutifully he chases after insects with nyan heng, scolds meowpo or just is there to be your emotional support

by being your emotional support, nyeppie meant being there sitting beside your computer as you diligently types away at a work report and not to be your cuddle victim!!!! no, no no no, no no, you're not squishing his paws as you take him away in your arms to cuddle on the bed!! you always end up falling asleep!!!! what do you mean by it's completely fine that you have saved up the progress and the deadline isn't close yet?! the deadline is before midnight!!!

sigh...

if only cats could sigh heavily and smack his face with his palm as he watches you scamper about, trying to wake yourself up as you realize that you did ended up napping the day away with nyeppie in your arms

well, at least you managed to send the report in at time. by 'at time' you and him both meant at least 2 minutes before the deadline closed up

nyepard guesses you can cuddle with him this time since you managed to finish the report within a record time of 47 minutes

art credit to mm_mako22 on danbooru!

luonya is probably the most weirdest cat you ever had the pleasure of adopting. and that was saying something because you're pretty sure you live with a long lost lion and a cheetah and a fox cats!!!!

and he's just a simple, silly, lovely cream colored turkish angora!!!!!

ah, whatever. you guess its just life's way of dealing you karma by making you live with a bit quirky 8 cats

jokes and a lot of conspiracy theories pushed aside for now, time to focus on the present AKA 'the pretty cat'

oh yes, while meow yuan was getting dubbed as 'the handsome cat' by almost everyone who meets him, luonya was rightfully dubbed as 'the pretty cat'

at this point, you're damn sure that your friends and co-workers come around only to coo over your cats and to spoil them rather than spending time with you... understandable, because you too would do the same without a single ounce of shame and you absolutely mean every damn word

one time, just for shits and giggles and a bunch of pictures to take of your latest cat, you signed him up for a cat beauty pageant

it was only for shits and giggles and a reason to snap pictures of luonya in a pretty cat costumes and stuff, you swear!! so imagine your surprise and how far down your jaw went slack when the host announced your cat, luonya as the cat beauty pageant winner!!!

yeah...

it was a chaotic thing to happen truly and the small glares and backhanded compliments the other cat parents were giving you was making you break out in cold sweat. at least, you have your pretty cat with you to soothe yourself a bit

and a nice whopping 300K dollars as the victor money!!!! damn, you're rich as shit now

not for too long since that money is gonna fly away in the wind due to the fact that you adopted a literal 7 cats and a kitten

worth it, you cry internally as you pay for the 50 kilograms of cat food all the while luonya gently meows at you as in a way of saying "hurry up, dear. we still have to pick up the wet food and the snacks too"

hhhh yeah

this cream colored turkish angora of yours is absolutely drop dead gorgeous yet at the same time he also has a very large secretive look on his face. there's just something about the way that luonya just acts, always sitting atop a high place in the house, as he just stares into the souls of everyone within the room

weirdly smells like either flowers or of medicine and pills and there's absolutely no in between. it's either giving lilies or pills but either way, your cat is a girlboss and he seems to know it as well

not entirely affectionate like meow yuan or meowpo but he is also not too talkative either. a bit of something in between along the lines

is affectionate and talkative at times but prefer it if you would be asleep or when its just you two when he finally decides to curl up on your lap

overall, luonya is a very gentle yet also a very suspicious cat but is oki, he girlboss and he knows what he wants and needs with how he sometimes fakes choking noises to make you get up in light speed

[snowball-doie]

| pairing: poly!Markle x gn!Reader

| info: 18+ MDNI. Wholesome 'til the halfway point. threesome. MLM behavior. Cum eating. Penetrative sex. Oral.

| aurora's note: tds3 changed me as a person....

| poly!markle who are the silly boyfriends who can never take anything serious.

| poly!markle who think it's hilarious when they surprise you with matching ugly pajamas for your anniversary.

| mark who gets cuteness aggression when he sees you and chenle wearing the pajamas, laughing about how stupid you all look-- he can't help but pat down the floof of hair sticking up at the back of chenle's head, and he feels like he has to tackle you onto the bed while burying is face in the crook of your neck.

| poly!markle who lay on either side of you in bed, sending your group chat TikTok memes while giggling to themselves, instead of just showing their screens or talking.

| chenle who rolls over and swings a leg over you while putting his foot on mark's legs-- mark ends up scrolling with one hand and mindlessly plays with chenle's foot with the other.

| chenle who gets all giggly because mark's tickling him. his contagious laugh makes you laugh until your stomach hurts.

| poly!markle who gets a burst of energy at 1am and decides it's the perfect time to start a dance party in the bedroom, in their matching pajamas, while you're half asleep in bed.

| mark who pulls you out of bed and makes you dance with them.

| chenle who plays the silly meme music while mark queues up the music he can actually sing to.

| poly!markle who end up forgetting about the queue, and when a slower song comes on, they sneak up on you, trapping you between their bodies. mark's in front of you, hands wandering around your sides. chenle's behind you, his hands sneaking under the waistband of your pajama pants so that he can get you off while you're moaning into mark's mouth and begging them for more.

| poly!markle who can't even take their silly dance night serious, so they end up taking turns fucking you while laughing at the meme songs that randomly play in chenle's playlist.

| chenle who bends you over so your ass is up in the air while he rails you from behind and you suck off mark.

| mark who lays you on your back and lifts one of your legs high into the air, his hand pressed on the back of your thigh, while he fucks you deep and slow, kissing your ankle, whispering that he loves you so much.

| poly!markle who cum on each other and watch as you lick it up.

| poly!markle who fuck you 'til you're tired, but they're still wired with energy, so they turn to each other for a bit.

| poly!markle who somehow still have all the energy in the world after they're spent, so they leave you to rest in the bedroom while they go interact with fans on instagram in another room.

| poly!markle who wakes you up in the morning with kisses all over your body-- mark's content when you groan and start pulling on his hair, sleepily begging him to get you off with his mouth, and chenle watches with a grin.

| poly!markle who never fail to keep you occupied with their energy, entertained by their antics, and fucked-out from their incredible stamina.

[ramp-it-up]

https://www.tumblr.com/noellez-best-life23/775232829230546944?source=share Hi!! It was this one, I think it should work! And can't wait for the next chapter!

Oh, My. Oh, Nonnie. 🥵

Yes, that look was (excuse me, I have to wipe my mouth).

VERY Inspirational.

And it is the week of love. Why the hell not?

And thank you for the ask, Nonnie! This actually helped me with the next chapters of the story. 😉

Smut under the cut

Bespoke

Summary: You have to express your feelings about how Bucky looks in that suit.

Word count: 500 ish

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This drabble is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach VI.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Furmoasa prepared to gossip, lust, Bucky Barnes being smoking hot, spitting, implied blow job. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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You walked into Bucky's closet the early afternoon of the gala with piping hot tea that you were going to spill. You knew he was in there getting his suit together for the gala.

“Oh my God, Bucky! Peach and Steve are….”

You lost your train of thought when you saw what was happening.

Bucky was standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt in the sleeves of his tailored suit jacket. The top buttons of his shirt were undone and the pants fit his slim waist perfectly.

"Those two fools are fucking? It was only a matter of time..."

You’d seen him in suits before.

Many times. 

But something about this moment, the effortless way he moved, his broad shoulders in the suit coat, and the sweet wrinkles of concentration on his brow hit you like a damn freight train.

That, combined with the extra floof in his hair from his fingers raking through it and the fact that he was barefoot made you feral as fuck.

He looked so handsome and he wasn’t even trying.

You stopped in the doorway of the closet, biting your lip as you took him in.

Bucky caught the reflection of you ogling him in the mirror and a slow smirk graced his face.

“See something you like, Frumoasă?”

You looked at him in the mirror and licked your lips.

“You have no idea.”

Bucky turned around and in a moment, you were on him, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the muscles there under the expensive cotton broadcloth and grazing over the exposed skin at his collar.

You craned your neck to run your lips along the whiskers that adorned his sharp jaw line and then trailed kisses down his neck, unbuttoning the rest of the fastenings on the shirt.

Bucky chuckled, running his hands down your sides and landing on your ample hips.

“Baby…”

“Shut up,” you murmured against his skin, biting down on his collarbone just enough to make him hiss.

“Jesus. It’s just a tux, Frumoasă.”

You shook your head, pushing him backward out of the closet and toward the edge of the bed. You didn't hesitate to cop a feel of his pecs.

“No. It’s you in the tux. My sexy ass man.” 

Your hands slid lower, teasing over his belt and cupping his now hard cock.

“Looking like this.”

Bucky let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as you sank to your knees. You were busy unbuckling his belt like a mad woman and looking up at him with those eyes.

“Fuck, Doll. The hair and makeup people will be here in…” 

“I don’t care,” you interrupted, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall on the floor.

“You probably want to take all this shit off, because I’m about to get real nasty.”

You leaned forward and nuzzled his sac through his boxer briefs.

Bucky’s eyes dilated as he grabbed your hair. He looked down at you and the black of his pupils was taking over the blue. He gave you a wicked grin as he kicked the pants away from him and took off the shirt and jacket, flinging them on the nearest chair.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

You grinned as you tied your hair up. Bucky took off his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed as you took him in your grip and spit on his cock. You watched it drip down his balls, then you replied.

“Then I'll suck your soul out for you.”

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[yumiknows]

Slowly falling in love with Han Jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!Reader

A/n: I’m horrendously in love with this man he’s just so babygirl but at the same time not like aaaaaaaa I can’t. Anyway here’s some cute stuff, enjoy 🎀

Content: You and Jisung are best friends for quite some time now, but it’s just now that you realize that you are slowly falling for the man you call your best friend …

Genre: best friends to lovers, floof✨, kinda slow burn

Warnings: none, I think

Word count: 2046

Masterlist🪷🍡

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You were basically friends with all 8 stray kids members, some of them you were closer with some not that much but that doesn’t mean you don’t love them equally. Well that’s kind of the problem you do have a favorite among them.

Han Jisung was your best friend for almost 4 years now, you guys hung out a lot, if it’s just eating, or watching Tik toks together and saying absolutely nothing for 3 hours. It didn’t matter to the two of you, you just liked the other’s company.

•

You and the rest of stray kids were in the practice room just taking a break from learning a dance. You walked over to where you water bottle was located and sat down on the floor exhausted from all the moving around.

Jisung, the cuddle bug he is, slumped down beside you and immediately snuggled up to you with his head on your shoulder. This wasn’t out of the ordinary or anything it was quite common actually.

You looked over to him and pat his head ruffling his hair, he seemed to enjoy it because he let out a sigh.

You chuckled, „tired already, ji?“ he only hummed and nodded seemingly to lazy to answer properly. You only smiled massaging his scalp further.

•

You were friends yes, but you were still the opposite gender.

Still Jisung didn’t care, he invited you over for a slumber party. Sleeping in the same bed for the first time together was exciting as it was terrifying. He didn’t seem to mind tho. You guys watched a movie ate snacks and laughed. You had a great time. Still when it was time to sleep and he turned the light of, you were nervous. You turned to the middle, facing him.

„Why do you look so stressed out?“ he said voice a little raspy.

„You okay ? Want me to sleep on the couch?“

„No… I’m just- nervous that’s all“

„Aww you don’t have to be, after all you know me right ? No need to feel nervous“ he smiled at you.

You smiled back and nodded. His words gave you reassurance, you where still nervous but a lot less that before.

„Good night ji“ you said closing your eyes

„Good night y/n“

•

A hug from Jisung could honestly cure the world, at least that’s what you thought sitting on his bed, his arms tightly wrapped around you. You may had a bad day but who would remember it when you get hugged like this. His hand slowly moved up and down your back the other pressing you against him. You nuzzled into his neck, closing your eyes and just relaxing in the moment.

He broke the silence first „you feel better now?“

„Yeah, but don’t let go yet please. It’s too comfy“

He chuckled, only holding you closer.

•

Your in the recording booth, reading through the lyrics to the song, waiting for Jisung and changbin to arrive. In the mean time you talked with Chan.

„you got that ?“ he asks, after briefly explaining what you’ll have to do.

„Yeah I think so“ you nodded chewing on you bottom lip.

„Hey! no need to be nervous“ he said a reassuring smile on his lips, „You got this, as much as Han told us you’re an amazing singer. So just go with it. Even we have our voicecracks in the middle of recodings“

You laughed, you often watched the boys record and it was always hilarious. And Chans words only eased your mind.

„Thank you, Chan“

„Of course“ he smiled back at you, „now where are these two we don’t have all day“

•

It was a late Friday evening and you were invited to a movie night with all 8 stray kids members. When you arrived, it was Lee know who opened the door and let you in. You briefly greeted everyone and took of your shoes and jacket.

Walking into the kitchen you were met with Felix, Chan and Jisung you said your hellos and placed your snacks you brought on the counter. Felix and Chan were seemingly deeply in thought because they only mumbled a hello and were back to whatever they where doing. Jisung however, turned to you.

„Heyyyy you’re finally here“ he said embracing you in a warm hug, you gladly returned. After that he rummaged through your bag of snacks ‚oooh‘ing at some of them. He grinned at you, until Lee know called him from the living room. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and winked at you, as to say ‚you’re the best‘ and walked into the living room.

The rest of the evening was normal tho. You were sat next to Jisung on the couch the two of you sharing a blanked with Lee know. Jisung being in the middle. All of you got around to watching 3 movies until almost everyone was asleep except Chan, Lee know and you. Jisung being sound asleep with his head on Lee knows shoulder. Felix who sat on your other side, made himself comfortable on your lap.

Originally the plan was that you would go home after the movie but since you were really tired and it almost being 3 am, Chan wouldn’t even let you out of the house. So you talked with him during cleaning up, while Lee know figured out how to get everyone into their beds.

„So what’s the plan?“ you asked.

„Well, going home at this hour is a no“

„Yeah, I figured“

„You can sleep on the couch, or you could always ask Han? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind“

You went silent. That’s true he probably wouldn’t mind. But to be truthful it the last couple of months things shifted between you two, not in a bad way…just different. You seemed to value the time you have with him even more now, and those intimate moments like hugging or venting to each other has become much more sensitive.

Did you actually develope feelings for your best friend or was your mind playing games with you.

„Y/n ? You still with me?“ Chan laughed

„Huh- yeah sorry. I’ll ask him“ Chan only smiled at that and went back to packing the snacks up.

You quietly enter Jisungs room, it was dark and you could hear him snoring slightly. You opened the door a bit further so the light from the hallway beamed in. Fortunately it was a dim light. You debated for a second if you should wake him up until- „y\n? Why are you standing there?“ he said groggily.

„I-uh… I’m gonna stay the night and was going to ask if I could sleep here with you, but you were asleep so I was debating if I was gonna wake you up, or just sleep on the couch“ you blurted out.

He chuckled slightly „of course you can sleep here. You need something to change ?“

You looked down onto your cloth you wore something comfy to begin with some joggers and a tank top. The joggers were not the problem, but a tank top wasn’t your first choice to sleep in.

„Yeah actually, if you have a hoodie I could borrow?“

„Sure“ he turned on his bedside lamp and walked to his closet. He searched for a little then handed you a black hoodie.

„Thanks“ you smiled „I’ll get changed real quick“ he nodded and you walked to the bathroom.

When you returned in his hoodie spare cloth in hand, he was already laying in bed, waiting, surprisingly still awake. You closed the door, put your cloth on his chair and walked to the unoccupied side of his bed.

He smiled at you while you where getting comfortable. You turned to face him. He twisted to turn off the light, then also faced you.

„Still nervous?“ he asks mockingly

You roll your eyes playfully „No, remember I know you, why should I be nervous“ you smirked.

„Using my words against me, I see“ he scoffed.

You chuckled „good night ji“

„Good night y/n“ but he didn’t close his eyes yet and neither did you. So you just looked into each others eyes for what felt like forever. But it was a good kind of forever. A forever that neither of you wanted to end.

You were the first one to break the silence „you know, I really enjoy spending time with you“

„I would be hurt if you didn’t“ he smiled „but I do too“

„Im really tired, but I don’t want to sleep yet“ you said, eyes not wanting to close but so heavy from the long day.

„It’s okay I’ll still be here tomorrow“ he reached out to grab your hand and intertwined them.

And with that both of you closed your eyes and soon fell asleep.

•

Sitting on his bed cuddled up in a blanket and one of his hoodies in a dim light. He was sitting at his desk working on something you have no idea about. It was late at night almost midnight.

You were staying over tonight. It has become a frequent thing since the last movie night a month ago.

You were just kinda sitting there and admiring him. You have to admit that he was really cute but at the same time so handsome.

While admiring was cool and all it was getting late and he showed no sign of stopping anytime soon, and you were getting rather tired. So what’s a logical thing to do? Right, telepathy.

You didn’t wanna disturb him, but at the same time you were about to fall asleep sitting up.

So against your own words you stood up and walked over to him, leaving the blanked on the bed.

You slowly approached him from behind hoping he’ll notice you, but he didn’t. He was wearing headphones after all. So you slowly placed your hands on his shoulders.

He only hummed in responds.

You you took his headphones off his head and placed them on the desk besides his laptop. To that he turned around confused. „Something wrong?“ He asks voice a little raspy for not speaking for several hours.

„Nothing in particular…“ You said head tilted to the side a bit, hands moving from his shoulders to his chest slowly. „You know, just the human need to sleep“

Your hands began to massage his tense shoulders. He groaned in responds to that. He turned to his laptop again and saved.

„Alrighty“ he sighs „you ask, you shall receive“ he closed his laptop and turned around with his chair. You smiled down on him. He wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his head in your stomach, you chuckled „and what’s this?“ you ask, placing your hands on his shoulder once again.

„Don’t know but you’re comfy“ you brush through his hair before getting out of his grip „come on it’s even more comfy in bed“ you said as you walked over and plopped yourself down on the bed.

He pouted, but quickly turned off the desk light and followed you, Tackling you down with him. He was on top of you face buried in your neck. You laughed „Ji, what are you doing?“.

„Your beautiful you know that?“ he says while coming up from your neck. You just locked at him, slight shock in your eyes „I-” „I mean it“ he looked so serious.

His eyes wander from yours down to your lips, but quickly go back up to your eyes. You smiled, locking your hands behind his neck.

„Your pretty beautiful yourself“ he smiled hard at that.

It was silent for a while, just you and him staring so lovingly into each others eyes. Your eyes landed on his lips, and you leaned forward connecting your lips in a gentle kiss, which he eagerly returned.

Just when you were about to part, he pulled you back in for a more intense kiss.

When you parted you were both breathing slightly harder. But both smiling ear to ear.

„That was … amazing“ he panted out.

You only laughed and nodded at that.

„So I take it that you love me too?“ he asks.

You chuckled „ yes, ji I love you“

„God I waited so long for this“ he said before kissing you again.

-yumiknows

[wings-of-ink]

Kitty updates? With pictures? Maybe even a video?

If you've been following for a bit, you might now that me and my spouse adopted two kitties last New Year's Eve. If you're interested in how they're doing and in for some cute pics, see below!

Arlo, AKA "Father Arlo" (because of his little white patch that looks like a collar)

This is the most chill cat I have ever experienced. He is fearless and curious and so playful. But he's also SUPER cuddly (and too smart). He knows how doorknobs work (thank goodness he does not have thumbs), he knows how to unseal their food storage (we have to keep a large weight on top of it now), and he likes to knock over the treat box and watch his brother eat them (and get the blame - once - before we figured out it was a setup).

Arlo enjoys sleeping on my face or curling around my neck. He must be as close as possible at all times. If you so much as think about petting him, he purrs. His white patches are soooo much softer than the rest of him. His black fur is very silky, but the white is all floof and is a longer length. He LOVES tummy scritches!

Arlo is very intrigued with the dishwasher. He is less obsessed with the area behind the refrigerator now, though, he tries to get inside it now. He also loves chasing ice and gets terribly excited if he hears us getting any. He likes treats, but prefers to chase them.

Miles, full name "Timothy Gordon Miles," AKA "Gordy" and "Mr./Professor Miles" though sometimes I also call him "Melon Ball" lol

Miles has become a real ham. He is a shy guy, but still so affectionate, if a bit strange. He is one of the least graceful creatures I have ever known. When he wants my attention, he gently reaches up on my legs (without claws) and just paws at me.

He doesn't like surfaces that are "too soft" which is one of the weirdest thing I've seen in a cat. He likes woven or even scratchy fabrics (aside from my sweatpants). Whereas Arlo was curling up with us at bedtime within the first week, Miles took a couple months to decide he'd like to join. He particularly likes the foot of the bed or the crook of my spouse's knees, lol.

His favorite spots are the baskets on the cat trees. He likes to be held, but prefers to be on his back and cradled like the bebe he is.

Though Miles startles easier, he is about just as chill as his brother. His fur is incredibly soft! He also generates electricity. The air in the house was dry enough that static was an issue for a while and just by petting him, we would get little shocks, lol. It was like having a grey and white Pikachu.

Arlo is a machine about play. His favorite thing is the box-tunnel I made him. His brother doesn't really like it, but likes to wait on either end for Arlo to pop out.

These two are the best of buddies. They are so patient with each other. They never swat or hiss even when food or treats are involved, it is unreal. Though they each have a food bowl, they still prefer to eat together from the same one. They also LOVE my pants???

Arlo and Miles adore being in the bathtub (empty) and just playing in it. They just roll around and wrestle in it...Naturally, we also have a passion for boxes, paper bags, and tissue paper.

These two have been such a joy to love, even when they are up to no good - breaking mugs (Arlo) or STEALING A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER (Miles). ^_^

[mspopstar]

does bandana dee collect bandanas ?? if so, what's his favorite in his collection !!

"Ahah, I never thought I'd get such a question! Most times, Great King gets quite annoyed with my rambles of my collection"

"I have my old reliable that's a simple linen bandana, my favorite! It's versatile and always looks good. It's a little small so the tie isn't as big as my other bandanas. I have a thicker floof wool blend bandana, it's nice to keep you warm in the colder months. It's a little hard to tie though. For fancy cocktail parties that the Great King hosts I have some silk bandanas I'll tie around my neck for some flare! For when it is really hot I'll switch to a lightweight cotton bandana!"

-Bandana Waddle Dee, General of the Waddle Dee Army

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Red Lily Down

GN! Reader x Bunny Hybrid Harem

Part 3~

Azure, Llyr, Mateo

Their Info: 💐🐰✨

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! GN! Reader,mostly subby reader, No pronouns used for reader, no body descriptions mentioned for reader, bunny hybrid reader/mostly all of the harem is an animal hybrid, NSFW: every named character wants you, dub-con touching, smut, dub con oral on m, Poly, exhibitionism, DUBCON-CNC, oral on ftm, threesome, p in whatever hole u got down there XD lol luv ya’s

Disclaimer: This harem’s theme is based off of a mix of Roots of Pacha and Watership Down. Not intended to represent any real or specific person/time/place/ or culture!

“Y/n,” Azure yawns.

“Hey,” your voice is tired.

His eyes widen as he rushes over, tripping on blankets and cushions as he gets up too quickly to come hug you. “Y/n!” He’s shivering as he brings you over to the bed. His lips caress your forehead and stay pressed to your skin.

You feel safe, cared for.

He brings you down with him and his arms are comfortably tight around your hips as you straddle him in his lap.

His ears perk up, and his face flushes.

“Oh! Sorry!” You go to get up, and he holds you.

“No. Stay.” He growls into your neck. Chills run down your spine. You reach up to play with his ears, which are definitely the softest in the world. He moans, and you feel your skin tingling.

He nips at your ear, eliciting your sighs and sweet little gasps. His hands roam your form, finding all your most sensitive spots as if he’s the one putting them there. “I… Y/n, I…”

Your heart feels so full with him, “I love you too, Azure.”

“mmm ‘love you mmore,” He kisses your jaw roughly, moaning as he speaks sending vibrations through your skull.

“Azure, you’re such a good boy…” You’ve always teased him like that before…

His heart thumps hard in his chest. “Ahem! Well! We should… Get some more sleep, Y/n” His little floof of a tail falls sadly. But, he’s right. It’s too early for anything at all right now. but…

You knock him over in a big warm embrace. “You really are my good boy!” You kiss his cheek, and giggle.

“Gods, I love you,” He snuggles you as you comfortably fall asleep.

Day light streams through the curtains finally, but, there’s no time for anything fun.

“Azure, i have to go back to Llyr’s first, wanna walk me?” You ask. And how could he ever say no to any request you make? You didn’t know there was something wrong, but Llyr said there was, and you, and everyone else trusts him!

“Course!” He pulls you into his chest and tilts your head up to kiss him.

Mateo walks along the path toward you both, smiling wickedly.

Once in range he says, “There’s my favorite bunnies,” You look to Azure, as Mateo’s arm comes around both your shoulders. Azure shrugs with a small smilie on his face that he’s clearly trying to hide.

“Oh boy,” You roll your eyes, and shrug the hotot bunny guy’s arm off. Azure looks like he’s hiding a smile.

“Azure?” Mateo, on the other hand, doesn’t try and hide his smirk.

“Kiss them.” a devious look that could stop your heart, spreads across Azures face.

Mateo caresses your face, at the same time pulling your gaze to his. He leans down giving you time to back out.

You close your eyes as he leans down, breathing you in, and injecting his heat directly throughout your veins. His lips make you light headed.

They always have, even now, after you’ve broken up.

You look to Azure, while grabbing onto Mateo, knees already buckling.

He separates from you first, pulling away with lingering touches that pull your very essence out of you like threads from spools. You’re head’s dizzy as if you’ve been spinning anyway.

“Well you have somewhere to be, don’t ya?

You hadn’t noticed but you’re stood with them right next to the healer’s hut. You let out a sigh, as they leave you; Azure’s hands in his pockets and mateos folded up in the air holding the back of his head. They’re both strutting and it’s annoying… You smile after them.

“Llyr!! Llyr!? You there? Llyr??” You call out into the dark hut. It feels a little creepy being here before he’s lit a candle.

“Ah, good! We didn’t get to finish yesterday,”

“Well I’m here now! let’s get to it”

“I’ll start the preparations,” The familiar sound of his mortar and pestle grinding away fill the silence between his words. Sooner than last time, he faces you, extending the bowl to you.

It’s another earthy looking mush ball.

Once chewing, your mouth tastes metallic and salty. It still tastes like herbs and earth… But the former flavors overpower it.

“Sorry for the taste, I wasn’t expecting you today so I didn’t have too much time to make it a little more tolerable…” As he speaks, you notice he has a bandage on his wrist.

“Are you alright Llyr??? What happened!? that’s a pretty big bandage!” You dart to his side.

He blushes fiercely through his blonde fringe as he hides his arm. “N-n-nothing, Y/n! K-kitchen accident, ah haha” He clears his throat and fixes himself. “Now, We have to start all over. So remove your top.”

“Yes sir!” You salute and chuckle innocently.

Meanwhile his bottoms are tenting by the second. He has to keep readjusting…

When you turn back to him, your glory practically freezes him in place. “Perfect,” after you sit down he presses his long blonde ear over you again. “Hmmm, theres an irregularity righhhhht here” His finger pinches just the tip of your nipple. It almost hurts, the sensation, and the wanting of something so badly…

“mm!” You’re writhing to his touch.

“Good, very good. Receptive to treatment.” his hand pulls away and you’re actually a little sad.

“I’m doing good??” You question.

“You are doing so, so good. Perfectly actually.” He checks something on a twisted root table.

“Okay, now, Open your mouth and say ahh.”

“Ahhhhhh” You even stick out your tongue for him! what a good patient you are!

“Perfect,” He takes two of his soft fingers and presses them slowly on the end of your tongue. He stares intently at your mouth, and pushes his fingers further in. The way it feels as he slides his fingers with just enough pressure to make you moan out. “Good, yes,” His voice is airy, bordering on desperate.

He licks his lips as he gets to your gag reflex, when you do, he uses more force. The lust in his eyes growing, you gag around him. Lip is tugged under teeth, he pushes in as far as he can, stuffing his hand as deep as it’ll go.

“Excellent, and, I found the problem…”

“Really!?” You pull away excitedly.

“Yes, now you have to be a good patient and take your medicine.”

“Yes, sir!”

Llyr almost falls apart, he has to grab the table to keep himself from being to obvious. Once calmed enough he opens a water skin filled with plain fermented pomegranate juice.

“Drink this,” he tells you before taking some into his mouth and pressing his lips to yours.

The juice rushes into you like rivers into sea.

When he finally pulls away he licks your lip. You’re out of breath, panting you ask, “Was that necessary?”

“Who’s the healer here?”

“You are.”

“Good job, now this next part will be a little… Harder to take.”

“Oka—mmf!” he shoves his erect and drooling cock into your mouth so fast and desperately. He couldn’t stand to be outside of your perfect lips any longer.

The taste is so addictive, sweet and salty at the same time. You want more! Your cheeks hollow as you gag around him.

“Yes, haah, the cure will come out soon, and you are to swallow all of it.”

You nod your head, mouth bobbing on the intrusion and tears staining your lashes.

He grabs your head gently, at the same time choking you by shoving the thing all the way down your throat.

You swallow all of the “cure”

“Open up, let me see,”

You do, “Ahhhh,” tongue out and all. Strands of excess saliva strings from your mouth to his still wet tip.

“Good” He fixes his garments.

You’re still sat in the chair in front of Llyr, when Mateo, and Azure pop their heads in.

“Y/N! Winter wants to see you, we’re escorting you, come,” Azure calls.

You jump up and head to the curtain covered door, waving bye to Llyr, he smiles back, the pink flush of his skin is so cute.

“Don’t fforget to c-come back tomorrow!”

The second you step through the threshold and your head turns forward to match your body, you slam into Mateos toned chest.

Your face heats up, “Ope! Sor—ry?” midway through your words he lifts you up and presses you into the external wall of Llyr’s hut. His pelvis digs into yours expertly to make you moan already.

“You still love me, I knew it”

“Turned on isnt love. ‘nd put me down!”

“So i still turn you on,” Sly smile spreads across his face, while he nuzzles into your ear.

“That’s….” You have nothing to say, you might even still love him, so what could you say.

“I love making you speechless,” he growls into your neck, taking nips and tugging on your tender, goose flecked skin.

“Yeah… Well….” You cant think of a come-back, but it’s so hard to be mad while he’s riling you up like this.

His hands roam your body searching seemingly on their own to find your sensitive spots and toy with them. “Mateooo…” You wine.

“Unnnf, fuck, say my name like that again,”

“Say mine too.”

“Azure!” You squeak in fright!

“Hah, not like that,” He pushes himself off his spot against the wall, how you forgot he was there, even for a second is beyond you.

Mateo tweaks your flesh, “A-Azure…”

“Closer,” He grins at you before turning his attention to Mateo again, “Touch them here, like this” He does first as a demonstration, but the featherlight feeling of him tracing your skin is unbearable. You gasp for air, and while they touch you Mateo continues to grind his erection into you. It’s so hot against your body.

Pressure is building in you that if it doesn’t release you fear you may burst! “Ah! Please!”

“Alright Mateo, they said please. Take off their clothes” As Azure finishes his sentence you’re already being disrobed.

“W-wait,” You push Mateo and his roaming hands away with very little force, not fully wanting him to stop.

“Alright, come here, Y/N.”

You do as you’re told, and Azure hugs you around your shoulders, your whole body is still exposed if someone in the warren were to walk by…

Mateo returns to your body from behind.

Azure tilts your face up using your jaw with just a finger and his thumb. “Y/N, you’re gonna give me head, while Mateo fucks you from behind. K?”

You nod eagerly. Whenever Azure tells you to do something, you can’t help but do it. It always feels instinctual, as if he’s in charge of your DNA or something.

The events leading up are practically a blur as you’re now face first into Azure’s crotch begging him to let you eat him out, all while Mateo meticulously opens you up, and preps you for a pounding. Your body is already shaking and your tail is bouncing before Azure grabs it!

“Hey!” You bark, and shake your butt. His hold is fast though.

“Mateo was staring too much.” He blushes a little, just before Mateo starts pressing into you at an angle. Just the tip is in and he’s already pressing right against your sweet sweet spot.

“Fff-fuck!”

“Don’t tell me you forgot how good I am,” As he speaks he rolls his hips, while keeping himself not even inside you yet. Your legs shake fiercely, and your back arches.

“Come here,” Azure grabs your face and leads your drooling mouth to his groin. You spread his folds tentatively before licking a long stripe up from hole to dick. Tasting what you get to work with.

His essence is delicious, you start to lick and suck as much as you can, you might not even be good at it, but Azure seems to be enjoying himself with you regardless.

You almost focus more on his pleasure, and forget for a second that you’re about to get railed at the same time… Until Mateo snaps his hips into your ass, definitely leaving a bruise, also burying your nose into Azure’s downstairs, eliciting a sweet moan from him as well.

“You’re not gonna forget me,” He slams into again, “that easily.” Again, “I won’t let you.” And again he slams into you and you groan loudly, Azure’s own groan follows yours.

He’s definitely feeling it! His pleasure might even be amplifying yours.

When you come, so does Azure. He grabs your face and pulls you away, so that he can just stare lovingly into your eyes as you get speared from behind, whimpering now, and tears falling from your eyes. He wipes your lips before stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

You suck on them.

Azures head rolls back as he presses them harder against your tongue.

Mateo finally comes after fucking you for so long. you know he can go way longer still, from all the marathons you had with him while you two were dating, but he hurried so that they can still get you to Winter…

Oh shit.

Winter.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Silly antics | {KokuZan}

Theme: Floof? Sillies?

Note: I like feeling bad when I don't satisfy everyone's needs /j (i'm sorry for not writing KokuZan for so long and since I can't find it in myself to write a 1000 word oneshot, so have a short one for the time being)

×××

"How do you look like in your final form?" Kokushibo asked curiously.

He lay on his back, Muzan sprawled on top of him, a blanket draped over the two lazily. They had been lying here for a while now, bored as they waited for the sun to set.

Muzan propped himself up with his elbows, placing one on either side of his boyfriend's torso. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just wondering," Kokushibo commented, his eyes flicking down to meet Muzan's. "You talk about it a lot, but I've never seen it."

Muzan smirked. "Because you would drop dead at how amazing I look," he teased, adding a slight toss of his head at the end.

Kokushibo laughed. "I'm sure I would."

"Anyways, I only plan to use it if necessary. Which will probably not be the case," Muzan remarked, laying his head on his Uppermoon's chest, closing his eyes.

"Ah. Can I see it anyhow?" Kokushibo asked, his arms snaking down to Muzan's waist. 

"Ehh, later," Muzan said dismissively. 

"Alright." Kokushibo sat up, moving Muzan's legs around his hips and pulling him into a kiss.

Muzan flushed, pulling away. "The hell was that for?! I wanted to lie down!"

Kokushibo raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you the one who can read my mind?"

"Yeah... But you did ask for some privacy! So I've been resisting it," Muzan insisted. "I'm not reading your mind 24/7."

"Mhmm," Kokushibo hummed, placing a light kiss on Muzan's bottom lip, smiling vaguely. "Your loss."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Muzan whined, wrapping his arms around the Uppermoon's neck and resting his head upon Kokushibo's shoulder.

"Hm. If you read your mind, you would see a beauty marking every corner of it," he said, placing a kiss on Muzan's cheek.

"Eh?? Who?!" Muzan said, suddenly suspicious.

Kokushibo laughed. "You, idiot," he said affectionately. "You get jealous? Didn't realize it." (muzan is so me)

"Fuck off!" Muzan said, huffing. He pulled away from Kokushibo, crossing his arms. His cheeks were brushed with pink and he looked like a child—pouting. 

"Mm, I don't think I'll do that," Kokushibo said, kissing Muzan's jaw tenderly.

"...Stop kissing me!" Muzan ordered.

"Why?" Kokushibo asked, leaning back against the mountain of pillows he'd placed behind him earlier.

"Because... Because..." Muzan tried. "I hate you!"

"Mhm. I love you too."

"Fuck you!" he complained, pushing Kokushibo down so he slipped off the pillow mountain and fell onto the floor.

"I can fuck y-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Muzan shouted, his face redder than his eyes.

Kokushibo burst out in laughter, scooting towards Muzan again and patting him reassuringly. "I'll stop," he said. 

Muzan huffed. 

"Okay, let's do something else. Will you show me your final form now?" Kokushibo asked, tilting his head.

"...Fine," Muzan decided, standing. 

"Alright. Do I have to, like, move back..?" he asked.

"Uhh... Good question," Muzan said, placing his hands on his hips. "I don't know."

"I- What?"

"I've never showed anyone, I usually do this in private just to test out what I can do or some shit," Muzan said, waving it off. "Nevermind, just go outside of the room and I'll tell you when you can come back in."

"Why?-" Kokushibo asked, although he headed towards the door.

"Because my final form is embarrassing, and I don't want you to see me transforming," Muzan exlpained, pushing him out and shutting the door.

Kokushibo waited patiently for a couple minutes until he heard Muzan shout, "You can come in now!!"

Kokushibo turned and opened the door, walking inside. He froze when he saw Muzan there, his top half bare and bottom half and arms were pitch-black. His hair was long (would it be white? In the manga, he was confused why it was still white (which ended up being the bc of his aging)) and wavy, and he had what appeared to be many mouths scattered upon his body.

"Ah," Kokushibo said, at loss for words.

"What kind of reaction is that?!" Muzan whined, shutting the door and pulling Kokushibo towards him.

"Uh. I don't know," Kokushibo admitted. He slipped a hand behind Muzan's ear, drawing his head up to look at him. "Mm, you did stun me with your beauty—or amazingness, as you'd said."

Muzan turned beet red. "You said you would stop!"

"I lied," Kokushibo murmured, kissing him gently. 

"You little fucker," Muzan hissed between kisses, though he didn't protest any further as Kokushibo pulled him down to the futon they'd been laying on, running his hand through the long, white locks. 

×××

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I was so suddenly apt to keeping this chapter short that i ended it randomly💀

love you alllllllll<3333 

[autisticlancemcclain]

“I know, buddy, I know.” Keith scratches behind his big dumb dog’s ears, pressing a million kisses to his forehead because he’s got Black to himself for the next day and there’s no one (Shiro) to clown him for it. Kosmo barks excitedly, wagging his floofy tail so fast it beats against the dashboard and system controls. Keith laughs, moving his scratching fingers down the wolf’s head and neck and to his back, where he likes to be scratched best.

“I know you’re hyper, huh?” he coos, blowing a raspberry. “But that’s what you get. You know you always get too excited when you hang out with Lance. You should have stayed with me.”

At the mention of the Red Paladin’s name, Kosmo starts howling, bounding out from Keith’s lap and tumbling to the floor, nails clacking against the metal as he flips around Black’s cockpit.

Keith huffs. “You raise a wolf from a pup, showering him in treats and affection, and you still fall second best to the first guy he meets who teaches him to fetch. Figures.”

It’s ridiculous, is what it is. Two straight years together on the space whale, but Kosmo lays eyes on Lance for one measly second and falls in love. He’s genuinely obsessed with the guy, and it doesn’t help that Lance is unbelievably smug about it, indulging Kosmo’s every whim and burst of affection just to grate on Keith. He has on twelve seperate occasions radioed the Black Lion to talk to Kosmo only, completely ignoring Keith.

“I can’t blame ya,” Keith says quietly. His voice is still a little teasing, still a little exasperated, but even he can hear the gooey fondness in it. “Lance is just that good, huh?”

Kosmo barks again, loud and fast, then flashes as he blips out of existence then back into existence right on Keith’s lap. Keith chokes as 200 pounds of floof is suddenly deposited on his person, but recovers quickly. (Kosmo will never remember that he is no longer a little puppy. Keith is just going to have to get used to having his lungs crushed.)

He starts to stroke Kosmo’s fur again, gently this time, calming him down.

“I should say something,” he says, more to himself than to his dog. “Ugh. I mean, it’s Lance, right? He’s my best friend. He’ll most definitely tease me, but he won’t, like, mock me or anything. He’s good like that. He knows exactly when to be serious, like during that last gala thing we had when we landed on a planet a while back. He just knew I was feeling off, just like that.”

Keith buried his face in Kosmo’s fur, hiding his smile. “He’s just…everything, you know? I’m always thinking about him. I have been for years. Hell, I talked about him so much on that stupid whale that you recognised him before you even met him, buddy. That’s objectively bonkers. But I can’t…” He sighs, leaning back in the pilot seat and staring unseeingly through the windshield. A red dot flashes gently at the bottom corner, but he pays it no mind.

“He’s sweet when no one’s looking. And even when people are looking, sometimes. And I’ll die before I even imply it in his direction, but he’s funny, too. And his fucking brain, dear God, that man could outwit anyone if he was under enough pressure. He saved our asses more than once when we were stumbling our way through this co-leading thing in the beginning. And anyone with eyes can tell that he’s hot.” Keith’s ears burn a little, thinking of the Coalition videos. “Seriously hot. And…leggy.”

He cracks up, embarrassed giggles bubbling up his throat. His next words are muffled by the hand he has pressed to his face. “God, I want him to fuck me up.”

Kosmo raises his head from where it was resting on Keith’s knee, staring at him in what Keith can only assume is judgment.

“Shut up,” Keith says hotly. “You once farted so loud you scared yourself and cried for ten minutes. You don’t get to judge me about being embarrassing.”

Keith is losing it. He is defending his character to a dog. He groans loudly, dragging his hand down his face.

“I should tell him, shouldn’t I,” he mutters. “Just — come out with it. ‘Leandro Esposita-McClain, I am in love with you.’ Straight to the point. Rip off the band-aid.”

Kosmo yips quietly. Keith snorts.

“Yeah, you’re right. That’s crazy. He’s my friend, I don’t want to ruin things. I’ll just suffer in silence the next time he looks at me and the fuckin’ sun bleeds into his eyes and makes them look like golden honey or whatever. Jesus.” He reaches for his book and props it open, muttering to himself. “It’s always the fuckin’ pretty ones that get me, huh?”

Kosmo barks loudly in what can only be agreement, and Keith scoffs, flicking him on the shout. “Yeah, yeah, you lug. Bug off with the teasing and let me read in peace, alright? I’ll tell him someday. He doesn’t need to know now.”

.

.

.

(A beep echoes through the Red Lion’s cockpit as her paladin slams on the ‘call end’ button, eyes wide and chest heaving, having listened curiously when he’d been radioed out of nowhere mid-conversation between the Bladk Paladin and his dog. And then listened in shock as the Black Paladin had brought up him. Brought up being in love with him, with his heart and his eyes and his legs, apparently.

Red blooms on his cheeks.)

———

based on this post by @petricorah

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

A very devilish angel

A/N: A demon and an angel are in love and while that could be embarrassing for the demon, he would definitely not let it stop him from making plans for their future (in secret of course, though keeping it secret from tickling angels could be pretty hard.) Just floofy fluff floof and a pinch of feely schmeelies, pardon me.  

It hadn’t been long that they’d been together. Officially together.

And Crowley just couldn’t stop blushing.

Every time Aziraphale did something even remotely romantic, he froze, his eyes widening in disbelief and his voice leaving him hanging as he turned speechless.

The worst part was that Aziraphale seemed to find this incredibly endearing. His lips tended to quirk into that very specific, charming, almost sympathetic smile and his eyes glazed over with a warm playfulness, a soft infatuation with Crowley’s reaction.

Crowley could swear that, had Aziraphale installed any fire alarms in the bookshop, they’d be going off all the time from the hot, embarrassed steam the demon produced at any instance Aziraphale gave him that specific look, often accompanied by a gentle chuckle.

From what Crowley could tell, his behaviour did nothing but inspire Aziraphale to turn increasingly more affectionate. His blushing never seemed to come to a halt anymore as the angel came up with all sorts of gentle gestures and fond phrases to make his insides melt.

He’d feel his lips quiver when two perfectly manicured hands smoothed out the fabric of his shirt, making his chest feel warm in the touched places and his cheeks even warmer. “You look absolutely gorgeous today, my love.” The angel would say as he’d lean in to place a kiss on Crowley’s 100 degree face. Turning boneless, Crowley would make an awkward little step to the side, snarling and hissing – even though Aziraphale argued that he was in fact purring – before pushing himself past his lover to act like nothing was the matter.

Crowley had reacted the same way when Aziraphale had kissed the back of his hand for the first time, or whenever he took off his glasses to look fondly into his snake eyes before kissing him on the lips, or when Aziraphale had had the audacity to put an arm around his middle while he had been busy skimming through the pages of a book, complaining about the general concept of dusty imprinted, tree-skeletons. He’d almost jumped out of his own vessel then, dropping the book in question – that Aziraphale had then caught effortlessly – and zipping it almost instantly.

“You were saying?” Aziraphale had asked smugly, putting his chin on Crowley’s shoulder and beaming up at his deeply flushed face.

Yes, his angel had figured him out quite well. And Crowley was loving it deeply. To not be but a riddle to which Aziraphale knew all the answers was one of the most comforting experiences of Crowley’s existence. Nevertheless, the effortlessness of his angel’s reactions to him never seized to surprise him, to leave him breathless, weak in the knees, all wibbly-wobbly inside. And that could at times be a little frustrating for him.

Currently, Crowley was busy turning a map around in his hands, seated on one of Aziraphale’s larger sofas. With furrowed brows, he was trying to figure out where exactly he’d have to go to reach the coast, something the two of them had been talking about a lot in recent times. His angel had been busy preparing tea and was minutely returning, a silver tray with clinking cups in his hands, his reassuring angel-voice humming sweetly. Crowley’s neck was tingling comfortably at the noise.

“Oooh, a maaap!” Aziraphale exclaimed excitedly as he settled down next to the demon on his couch, placing the tray upon the table in front of them

“Don’t call it a maaap!” Crowley groaned, sending him a reprimanding glance over the brim of his dark glasses.

“I didn’t,” Aziraphale answered with a small lift of his eyebrow, making Crowley’s heart jump  a little.

“Yes, you did!” He insisted, before lifting the map in a way that made Aziraphale’s face disappear from view. Aziraphale’s presence made him so tense that he lifted his shoulders to his ears without even noticing it.

Aziraphale was chuckling softly, taking a sip of his tea, before sticking his nose over the top of the map, glancing down at what Crowley was looking at.

“What are you doing?”

Crowley narrowed his eyes at the angel and sniffed in an unbothered way, as if nothing of interest was currently happening. “Looking. At a map.”

“Yes, but whatever for?” Aziraphale’s eyes were smiling now and Crowley’s shoulders shot up a little higher.

“Nothing you must know about right now.”

Aziraphale, that terribly sweet angel, pushed his head past the crook in Crowley’s arm, his face ending up rather close to the demon’s and rather past the map in question. “Are you planning something?”

Crowley blinked at him, mouth agape, a tender blush creeping over the bridge of his nose. “Y-you will find out s-soon enough!” Quickly, he tried to look away from the angel, gulping. But Aziraphale had other plans. Chuckling gently, he pushed the map down and leaned in even closer to Crowley than before.

“I like it when you make secret plans. I wonder for how long you’ll be able to keep them from me, though.”

Crowley blushed a deep red when Aziraphale went to push him down into the cushions, his warm hand on his collarbone, his familiar, beloved vessel weighing him deeper down into the sofa. He felt his lips quiver as the angel’s nose touched his own, one of Aziraphale’s hands moving away from their propped up position next to his ears to remove his glasses. Bright blue eyes were gently looking into his own.

“Are you trying to bribe me, angel?” He asked, covering up his shyness by raising his eyebrows at the other playfully, an excited turmoil raging in his stomach. Aziraphale had him trapped on the sofa now, his left arm on the demon’s chest, his right one extended to place the glasses on the table next to him.

“You know, I have methods to get you to speak…” A mischievous glance sprang to the angel’s eyes as he started to wiggle the fingers of his now free right hand around.

“Now, wait a minute!” Crowley gasped, sobering up a little, seeing what he had done with his mindlessly uttered remark. “You cannot do this, I- I am the demon! Y-you are an angel, you’re supposed t-to spare people, for whoever’s sake!”

For Crowley’s taste, the angel was enjoying his insignificant attempts at wiggling out from underneath his stylishly dressed ‘boyfriend’ far too much. Blue eyes were sparkling with joy as demonic hands came up to protect a rather defenceless upper body.

“Do you hear me, angel?? People. Angels. Sparing!” Crowley repeated a little more hysterical when Aziraphale’s hand started to get closer to his body. It was embarrassing really how his voice went up the second Aziraphale’s threatening hand moved slightly faster towards him.

The angel was having a great time, evidently, laughing at Crowley’s demise. It didn’t really help with Crowley’s general embarrassment and fidgeting and melting and not-actually-trying-to-get-away. Apparently, he was too soft to spoil Aziraphale’s fun. (And maybe he also did enjoy it a little, when Aziraphale teased him like this.)

Sympathetically the angel tilted his head to the side, before saying: “Oh, Crowley, you’re not people.”

After that, Crowley was nothing at all anymore really – nothing but a bubbling, squeaking, laughing pile of demonic goo on a dusty bookshop sofa, as Aziraphale’s hand travelled straight to the ticklish spots on his left side, squeezing the sensitive area repeatedly and deepening Crowley’s blush immediately. “NO! Angel, wait!! WAIT!!”

“Wait for what, my dear?” Aziraphale asked as if nothing was the matter, his lips curled up in the most self-congratulating smile, while his fingertips were expertly seeking out the bits and pieces of Crowley that made him arch his back and toss his head around. Red curls were getting dishevelled on the red sofa cushions. Bright, pointy teeth glinted in the sombre bookshop lighting, yellow eyes filled with mirth, disappearing from sight whenever Crowley had to squeeze them shut against the ticklish sensations.

“PLEASE STOP!!” He squealed, his laughter bright enough to open the gates of Heaven, impossibly sweet for a snarling, moody demon. “PLEASE, ANGEL!!”

“But you haven’t told me anything, yet!”

Crowley doubled over with laughter, when Aziraphale’s fingers started scribbling at his stomach. He couldn’t kick himself out from underneath the angel and his flailing and pushing hands had the same effect on him as Beelzebub’s flies if they were to plop against him.

“Oh, the demon’s weak spot,” Aziraphale teased, chuckling when Crowley gasped for air dramatically, as if it were necessary. “Are you trying to make me pity you?”

Crowley started shaking his head violently when Aziraphale’s fingers began wiggling into his ribs, his lungs burning from all the laughter. “JUST STOP! STOP AND I’LL TELL YOU!!”

Aziraphale wasn’t cruel – not that cruel, at least – and granted Crowley his wish. Smug and pleased with himself, he put both his elbows up on Crowley’s chest and smirked down at his flushed face. A demonic chest that was currently moving up and down rather fast, indulging unnecessarily in the drama of the moment – a poor, unjustly tickled demon, trying to regain his breathing after a vicious, vicious attack from a very ruthless angel…

“You’re being really dramatic right now,” Aziraphale commented, chuckling when Crowley stopped the act and started pouting instead, yellow snake eyes glaring at his face. The dishevelled demonic mess seemed to have a rather softening effect on the angel, who moved one hand up to push a strand of hair out of his forehead. “It suits you very well.”

“Shut up!” Crowley exclaimed, a small smile clinging to his features as he tried to sound convincingly exasperated. One gentle caress to his hair sufficed and Crowley was purring- err snarling again. “You are a very devilish angel.”

“How dare you!” Aziraphale huffed with a grin, his hand wandering to Crowley’s side again to tweak it one last time in retaliation, relishing in the way the demon squawked.

Crowley couldn’t help but laugh afterwards, amused by his own noise, joined quickly by Aziraphale. “Stop it, seriously!”

“Of course,” Aziraphale put his hand back on Crowley’s chest and made an expectant face, “but you better start talking real fast.”

“Secret plans are in fact very secretive, you know.” Crowley answered, his hands gently moving up the angel’s back, who made a rather pleased little noise.

“Does this mean you do not plan to tell me about them?”

Crowley smiled and pulled Aziraphale closer towards him. “For now.”

The demon pulled the angel in for a tender kiss, reversing their positions progressively until he was the one on top, his hands cradling the angel’s chuckling face.

“What?” He slurred, drunk on angel.

“You tend to do this.” Aziraphale answered, his fingers caressing the skin under Crowley’s chin.

“What?” The demon asked again, snarling against Aziraphale’s ear now.

“Be … ‘more straightforward’. After I’ve tickled you.”

“Reaaally? Is that soooo?”

“… Yes?”

“Hmmmm, surprising, I wonder what opportunities my newly gained position might offer me…”

“… Ehm.”

“Whatever might inspire a demon like me to get ‘more straightforward’ after an angel like you goes so far as to tickle me??”

“Now, Crowley, let’s not do anything we might regret here…”

Now it was Crowley’s turn to chuckle. “Oh, we are far past that point by now, angel.”

And maybe the muffled giggling noises that could be heard from inside the bookshop were the sounds of an angel who hadn’t seen a hellish revenge coming his way. But who was happy to endure it nonetheless. Because secret plans were being made for him. Which meant that his love was going to last.

Maybe even an eternity.

[prismaticpichu]

I’m feeling a little down; solution?? Here’s a self-indulgent collection of various wholesome fic lines from the past few years <33

I cast Floof upon ye! ✨

~~~

But Zack, holding the man who was supposed to be the strongest in the military, didn't care. Not at all. He simply took the other in, sheltering him, nestling deep into his neck.

"It's okay, bud…” Zack whispered. "You're safe now."

~

Face buried in the other's charcoal hair, heart pressed against the warmth of a hoodie, Sephiroth allowed himself to smile. He enveloped his best friend and held him close, letting his eyes fall shut as Zack tightened the embrace.

"I missed you..."

They said it in harmony.

~

“Merry Christmas, Seph..." Zack mumbled into his neck, his smile warm and bright as the firewood purring behind them. "Welcome to the Fair family.”

~

"G'night, Seph..." Zack was already drifting.

"Goodnight. And Zack?"

"Yeah?”

"I have a request."

"Go f'rit."

Sephiroth gazed overhead, his emerald eyes glimmering with warm resolve. "Never change."

I love you just the way you are

~

"Partners..." Sephiroth repeated to himself, tracing his finger over the word, feeling the light of Zack's broadening smile beam down on his shoulders.

"Partners," Zack agreed, his tone much more serious now. "You and me, bud. Forever.

~

Seph was broken right now... but he would heal. They both would. Maybe when the cracks were gauzed, they would leave the puppeteers and let the bodies of Nibelheim rest. He could bring Seph to Gongaga, home, where he would live under the care of parents and a brother who loved him dearly.

He would never leave his side again.

As the first winks of dawn smeared across the sky, Sephiroth’s breathing finally began to calm. The ice was thawing from his muscles, melting under the warmth of a furnace, the poison filtering inside of him and purifying into untainted blood.

Thump… Thump… Thump.

"Everything's okay, bud..." Zack repeated, and these were the words that sailed his friend to sleep. "Everything's okay..."

~

As far as Sephiroth was concerned, there was only one appropriate thing to say. It twisted his throat into sandpaper, struggling to mouth a trio of words that had never left his lips, had hardly ventured through his mind. Words he thought he might have known once, but had been taken away, their meaning warped and changed into something nearly nonexistent. Now, someone had championed them; Zack had earned it. His soul sang that it was true, and Sephiroth knew it, too.

"…Zack?"

"Yeah, bud?"

Cocooned in warmth and gratitude, Sephiroth closed his eyes, saying what should have been said without ever needing an occasion.

“I… I love you.”

~

"...Just, always remember that you're you. I think Angeal and Genesis forgot that. So..." Another melancholic smile budded on Zack's lips. "Even if it's just for me, just never forget, no matter what anyone ever says to you: you're still Seph. You'll always be. Winged or crazy-haired or crazy-eyed. I don't know if anyone ever told you that, so maybe I'll just have to be the first."

~

And Zack couldn't hold his any longer. “Seph….!” he squeaked, springing forward and practically gluing his arms around his best friend’s neck. “Seph!”

"Stop that!" Sephiroth tried to bark, but every thread of authority was cut along the way. He was completely powerless as Zack tightened his embrace, their laughter harmonizing into one, a velvet and bubbly song drowning out the rainfall.

"My buddy's laughing...!" Zack repeated, the words still so ethereal as they danced around him. “You’re really laughing!”

~

Sephiroth paused. "…No. I do not have a friend."

The emerald ponds rippled, and he looked over to Zack, still standing in the crowd, the woman nowhere to be seen, watching the boy's eyes widen into gaping blue sapphires . A small smirk budded on his lips.

"I have... a best friend."

He had a best friend. He had a best friend…

Murmurs erupted from the crowd, heads bobbing as people turned to face one another and even the scattered gasp laced between. It was clear that this was not the response they were expecting to receive.

"Who?" the reporter wanted to know, clearly just as stunned.

Sephiroth never unlocked his gaze with Zack’s. His smirk softened into a tender, calm, grateful smile.

“My lieutenant."

~

“...I love you so much…” Zack mumbled into his coat.

The velvety warmth from before sparked all again, a strong heartbeat turned into a swelling throb in the man's chest. There were no barriers in Sephiroth’s mind anymore, making him hesitant. Making him question. Just as they did before, the words left in all their heartfelt, effortless honesty as he held his treasured friend tighter, emerald eyes falling shut.

"I love you too, Zack.”

My hero.

~

For another long swathe of time, silence reigned over the duo. And Sephiroth was left to ponder his best friend’s kind words once again. He let them sink into him like soft layers of balm—let them sink deep into his body, let them knead the aches in his soul… and sank further into the embrace. There seemed to be only one appropriate thing to say. Only one thing was that right.

“Thank you…” Sephiroth whispered.

Zack’s lips budded with a small, teary smile, burrowing deep into the warrior’s neck. “My amazing friend…”

Flash!

Sephiroth tensed and bristled as the room came alight again. His heart jolted—leapt, flared—and Zack made sure it stayed in his chest as he held him tighter.

“It’s okay… I got you, bud. You’re okay.”

The warrior kept his eyes shut, cocooned in warmth and blessed blackness… And this time, his head was silent. Hojo’s voice didn’t echo in his ears; his silent screams of the past didn’t plague him. It all melted away as he melted further into his best friend’s arms.

Listening to the sound of the rain against the window, Sephiroth fell asleep.

~

The boy's face softened, relinquishing his hold on his arm…

To place a warm, ungloved hand on his chest instead.

"I know who you are..." Zack whispered now. "You've shown me. You're Sephiroth. You're kind, and loyal, and would never hurt a soul who didn't deserve it."

He nodded gently towards his hand, pressed firmly over his heart.

"This here, Seph... this is what matters. And you have a good one."

The words still eluded Sephiroth's tongue as Zack held his gaze steady in his own, unwilling to let him go. Gazing right into his eyes, into the inhuman feline slits that drifted in the jade waters like two black daggers... completely unafraid. Completely calm, completely honest. And without a single ghost of doubt.

"You'll always be you..." Zack continued. "And nothing on Gaia will ever change that. I tried telling that to Angeal, but… he didn't listen to me." Something wet twinkled in Zack's eyes, a misty glimmer of plea. Of hope.

"So don't ever forget that... okay?"

~

He opened his eyes again, slowly, the emerald waters tame and vulnerable. The feline pupils round and glistening. "You are... everything to me," he said quietly. "You made my life complete, when I thought it would be shattered forever. You filled it again--with meaning, with joy, with... purpose..." Sephiroth had to fight the smile from sneaking onto his lips, blinking it away. He kept his gaze steady as he continued to hold the blue eyes firmly in his own.

"I repeat myself: you are not Genesis's shadow. You are not Angeal's shadow. Genesis, Angeal... they never brought me coffee. They never shortened my name. They never snuck energy bars into my drawer so I would eat. They never left their doors unlocked for me. They never embraced me, even when they would see me again the next morning." Sephiroth blinked again, fighting again. Only somewhat successful.

"I loved them dearly, but they are not you, Zack. And I am very thankful that you are you.”

~

He felt Zack’s smile press into his shoulder.

“…Seph?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks… by the way.”

Sephiroth hummed in response, another cozy spark and purr in his chest. “I’m honored to do this with you.”

"No," Zack continued to murmur. “I mean… for everything. For being here, for staying here, for always taking care of me…” He strained his eyes, inhaling deeply, letting his taut muscles relax again as he sank back into his embrace and clutched him tighter and found the words that finally rang right in his heart.

“…My hero.”

~

Zack was no longer resisting the tears—letting the weight of his burdens spill out into his shoulder, letting them flood, letting himself bleed out all the tainted blood that had been flowing inside of him over the past stretch of horrible, horrible months.

“I…” he sobbed, cracking. “I’m...”

“Shhh... it’s not your fault..”

“I… I…”

“…It’s not your fault...”

“I… I just…”

“I know…”

“…Why… why d… id this…?”

“I don’t know…”

“…I miss him…”

“Me too…”

“B… but you’re here…”

“…….I am.”

~

Swallowing, Sephiroth bit his lip, the guilty haze still clouding his mind. “Why did you fight for me?” he choked. “Why not fight against me? Why not try to kill me...?”

Zack’s eyes only softened at the question, taking a moment to compose a proper response. “Why...?” he eventually repeated. “Because you weren’t that creature, pal.”

“But you didn’t…” Sephiroth shook his head, then, realizing the weight of that question, amended with, “how...? How could you know it wasn’t me?”

Another beat drummed through the air as Zack processed the question, thinking long and hard of the response, keeping his forehead pressed against his friend’s and his arms wrapped wrap him until, gingerly, he lifted his bandaged arm, placed it against Seph’s chest, and just listened...

“I... I don’t really know...” Zack cracked another small, honest smile. “Gonna sound cheesy as Hell, but... I kinda just knew... kinda just sensed it, your pain... And then you turn around, at the top of that cord thing, look at me, and I just see all that Evil in your eyes... And I knew that wasn’t my bud...”

~

Eventually, Zack snuggled closer, resting his cheek against his chest, burying his face in the toasty material. “...I felt safer here, you know...” he murmured, his voice drenched in encroaching sleep. “And not just because of the blanket... in case you were wondering...”

A purr, a spark in the velvet fire, and Sephiroth just held him closer, pillowing his own cheek against his dear friend’s hair, strands of silver threading through the black quills.

“...I’m glad,” he murmured in return.

~

“Oh...” Sephiroth chuckled as their laughter began to die down, “I believe we almost forgot the most important affirmation.”

Zack’s smile gleamed brighter than moonshine. “...Yeah? What’s that?”

His own smile calm and content, Sephiroth scooted a few inches across the sofa, looping an arm around his treasured, kind friend as he added, with a swell of gratitude in his heart:

“That I am blessed enough to have the most wonderful friend by my side.”

~

"I'm... I'm never gonna leave you, pal..." Zack whispered, assured; a promise embedded in cement. "I'm... I'm never gonna stop cherishing our time together... Never. I'm never gonna forget how much you mean to me..."

And against the blackness, he felt the silken, feathery weight of Seph's hair falling over him, the comforting, understanding press of his dear friend's forehead against his.

"And I'll never let those memories spoil," Sephiroth murmured.

[klausysworld]

hello you can do a second part for yandere wolf klaus, where one night within his routine of visiting y/n he goes to see her at her house, but she is not there so he waits for her calmly until he notices that a man leaves her at home afterwards going on a date, which angers klaus and after she walks in, he starts chasing the man like a wolf to finally kill him.

Please stay inside Wolf

Pt 1 Pt3

Klaus had been patiently waiting for hours. He had been sat outisde her door for so long he was beginning to worry. It was dark out, she was always back befire dark. He managed to scramble his wag through the bathroom window which was slightly open, effectively knocking every item off the sides as he made his way around the house.

He went to her room and lookrd around for ang sign thaf she'd gone on a trip but all her tjings were still there, food was still in the fridge and her laptop was on charge in the living room. His ears went back at the thought of something happening to her.

He decided to go back outside and wait a little longer, she'd return soon.

Just as his eyes drooped as his head rolled to rest against the cold floof of her pathway, he heard her laugh. His head Instantly lifted up and he quickly approached the sound. He froze in his step when he saw she wasn't alone. No she was with a man.

He growled lowly attracting the attention of both humans. Y/n stumbled a little in her step as she came closed to him with a smile on her face whike the man she was with looked beyond terrified

“Y/n don’t move“ he whispered grabbed her arm. Klaus bared his teeth at the action, his eyes burning into the hand that gripped his precious heart.

“no it's okay, c’mere Wolf, don't worry he's sweet and gentle“ she slurred as she dragged herself away from his hold and crouched down to Klaus. Her hands brushed his face making him put his teeth away and nuzzle her hands

“He a pet or something?” The guy asked making Klaus growl once again and her to giggle and shush him

“I’m not sure, he’s just my Wolf” she said with a smile.

‘My Wolf’ Niklaus couldn’t stop the little rumble he gave in response, his head moving to bury in her neck making her laugh again

“You certain he’s safe?” God this guys needed to leave.

“Thousand percentage, he wouldn’t hurt a fly” she muttered kissing Klaus on the cheek before standing back up properly

“Well, i had a really nice time, i would invite you inside but i think it’s safe to say i am a tinsy bit on the drunk side” she said with a laugh and the man nodded with a smile

“Of course, I’ll be seeing you again soon?” He asked, eyes a little too hopeful for Klaus’ liking

“Mhm, I’ll call you” she told him. And then she did something Klaus will never get over. She kissed him. Her lips touched his. Klaus felt as though he could rip the man to shreds right there. How fucking dare he. He watched in utter horror as the mans hand held the back of her head. Finally after a full minute of torture, y/n made her way inside calling for Niklaus on her way.

Klaus followed her with hard eyes and a broken heart. He helped her get into bed, letting her use him to push herself up. He didn’t touch her when she changed infront of him, her tipsy state not caring at all. He dragged the covers over her with his teeth and managed to smack the light switch with his paw.

The second she was asleep he set out.

Put rage fuelling his body as he ran through the forest. His steps echoes as he bounded toward the scent of the imbecile that thought he stood a chance with Klaus’ love.

His paws took her all the way to him outside the guys home. The wolf didn’t waste a second before launching at him, throwing the man to the ground making him yell our in pain. Klaus hovered over his, teeth snapping in his face making him scream out in fear

“What the fuck!” He started yelling while trying to smash Klaus’ head in with a rock. Blood ran down the side of his face but he didn’t care. Without a second thought Klaus’ teeth had ripped through the mans neck. His head torn clean off. Klaus continued to tear each limb from his body, growling in anger and frustration. Shortly after he heard a gasp from a women. She shared similar features to the man, his mother he assumed.

If he were in human form he would have had a sickening grin as he stalked towards her. She trembled in terror as she attempted to run bit Klaus was in no mood for games, swiftly clawing her to shreds, almost exited for the story to be on the news in the morning.

Klaus quickly head home, washing the blood from him body before turning back to his wolf form and going back to his sweet y/n.

He curled up with her to his chest, her hands clung to his fur as she buried her face in his chest. His tail wagged through the night and morning knowing he had eliminated his problems, she was his.

And when she heard of the attack on the news she didn’t once suspect him

“Oh my god” she breathed, he hand moving to cover her mouth

“Wolf- you mustn’t go outside at night, if something could do that…I can’t have them hurt you” she whispered holding his face

“Oh I’m so glad you stayed all night, can you imagine if the monster had got you” thats when he heard her sniffle, she was crying. He gently nuzzled her neck and hair, his body moving beneath hers so she could lay on him as his body circled hers to replicate a hug

“Please stay inside” she muttered clinging to him. He purred for her to calm as he stayed in her embrace all day and night.

She loved him, whether it was because she saw him as a pet or not. It didn’t matter to him that she didn’t know who or what he was, all he saw was love and that was all that registered in his mind. They were to be together.

[sanjoongie]

𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚏 & 𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚣

🐍Pairing: Snake Familiar! Seonghwa x Witch! Reader (f) x Cat Familiar! San

🐈‍⬛️Genre: Fluff, angst, adventure

💧Au: witch au, supernatural au, fantasy au, familiars au, shapeshifter au, magical au

🐍Trope: savior love

🐈‍⬛️Rating: PG-13, MDNI

💧Warnings: mentions of familiars bonded against their will, escaping from an oppressed warlock, magical abuse

🐍Word Count: 2,147

🐈‍⬛️Summary: when a seemingly random cat and snake show up at your front door, you're pulled into a whirlwind story that poses you as the hero for the two

💧A/N: to my dearest Haru @stardragongalaxy. I hope your birthday can be a good one. You are my strength when I am feeling down. That's apparent with this tiny plot bunny that's been alive between us for almost a year now. Floof and Noodz have always been there to comfort me and that's because of you. I'm finally breathing some life into that story so that we can both share in the comfort of them. Happy Birthday!

You stepped out of your humble cottage by the sea and breathed in deeply of the salty air. You stretched for a moment, enjoying the tranquil morning before heading towards your tide pool. Inside was coral, kelp and mini sea creatures. You frowned when you saw your seahorse in the top right quadrant. Why did your tidepool project that you were going on an adventure when the most you planned to do was shuck some mollusks?

Then you saw the most peculiar thing while peering over the stone wall of your land. A very black cat was making its way over the black sand dunes surrounding your home. You thought perhaps he was lost but his path appeared very determined. Must be someone’s familiar out and about. You confirmed such when you spotted a pink collar around its neck. 

Satisfied that there was nothing wrong with the world, you went to your shed to acquire your sturdy boots and some strips of cloth to tie back your sleeves and skirts, and grabbed a basket you had weaved of dry grass. 

You made your way to the cliffs that always had a good amount of mussels clinging to the rock, swinging your basket and humming a pirate’s ditty under your breath. Thinking of how you also needed to resupply your storage cupboard of the pretty black mussel shells, you aimed to pick big ones, hoping that the insides provided for a good supper later as well. 

Oddly enough, the black cat you had spotted early chose a spot high above you on the rocks, watching you with dark eyes. You tipped your floppy hat in greeting and went back to your work. You found an awful lot of mussels, huge ones, a better haul than you had ever acquired and started to get suspicious. 

You stared at the black cat, unblinking and licking its paw, a little too casually. Every witch knew black cats were bad luck. You froze in alarm when the pink collar around the cat’s neck began to move but that’s when you realized that it wasn’t a collar. In fact, it was a tiny pink snake that had wound itself safely and securely around the cat’s neck. It slithered until its small head was on top of the black cat’s, tongue slithering out, scenting the air around it.

Curious but well aware the pair were none of your business, you made your way back to your cottage. You worked on the outside water pump, luring fresh water to wash most of the salt water from the mussels you had gathered. You shrieked and fell on your ass when the same black cat from the rock’s was suddenly on top of your pump.

The black cat raised its hair and hissed back at you. “Well, that’s not a very nice hello,” You muttered under your breath. 

The snake and cat exchanged a look. Suddenly, with a poof of golden starred smoke, the black cat changed into a human. “You’re the one that screamed because of me,” the man pouted when he spoke.

The snake was still in snake form, around the black-cat-now-man’s neck still. He was dressed in a flowing white shirt and tight black pants but he didn’t like he was in the best of shape, the clothes quite shabby and bags under his eyes. His dark hair was long and he shook it out of his face. He sported a chain that connected from his ear to his lip, piercings in both parts there. He was quite handsome. You shook your head. That was besides the point. 

You brushed yourself off of sand as you stood up. “And you, sir, are on my land, without permission.”

The man stood a bit straighter at the formality. “Mistress Witch, with your permission, my companion and I are seeking refuge. Would you allow us a day and a night on your land and in your cottage? Allow us to break bread and drink merrily at your table?”

You sighed. It was a harmless but formal request. The fact that he had responded in kind to your language meant that he was definitely a familiar and knew of the laws that governed all the witches and warlocks. 

“A day and a night is granted,” You agreed. You sent a dirty look at your tide pool and you could have sworn your mini dolphin sassily flipped in the water in response. 

The black cat introduced himself as San and the snake was Seonghwa. San immediately hauled the collection of mussels inside, aiding in shucking them while you chattered about a few recipes you contemplated cooking them into. 

The silence lulled and your eyes were drawn to the sparkly eyes of the snake around San’s neck. “Will your companion be joining us?” You wondered.

San ran a fond finger over Seonghwa’s scales. “He’s…shy. He’ll probably stay in his snake form for our visit.”

Seonghwa raised his head off of San’s collarbone and flickered his tongue at you. Then he slithered down San’s shirt, into his sleeve, and stuck his head out from the cuff of San’s sleeve. His tongue flickered again and then he looked back at San.

“Seonghwa says you taste like good magic,” San supplied. 

You laughed abruptly. “Do I?”

San frowned, unsure if you were mocking him or not. “You could say we’re not used to that.”

You tilted your head. “Wait. You’re truly seeking safety? You weren’t just offering a formality?”

San scratched the back of his head, avoiding your gaze. “It’s just for a bit. We won’t inconvenience you longer than we agreed on.”

If San wasn’t going to supply the reason for needing safety, you weren’t going to pry. You’d had your fair share of people passing through. So you cooked up the mussels in a wonderful white wine and ate in companionable silence with San. You were about to wash up the dishes but San insisted on doing that too. He was quite polite for a guest. 

Then as day turned into evening, and there was only the snap and pop of the fire while you sat in front of it, you found yourself lulled into a sense of warmth by the fire and fell asleep. You woke up to shouting from San and it was not a nice way to wake up.

“Seonghwa! Stop eating that right now!” San protested.

You blinked your eyes clearly and found that Seonghwa was three quarters of the way through chomping down on your imbued narwhal horn that acted as your staff. You stood up quickly, magic sparkling from your fingertips. 

San stood in front of Seonghwa immediately to stop you. “Wait, I know how this looks!”

“Like I offered you safety stupidly and now you’re stealing my staff!” You growled.

At this point, there was simply the tip left to consume and you took a step forward. “Either he stops or I’m about to suck you both into such a strong, magical maelstrom you won’t know up from down.”

“He can’t stop once he’s started, I’m sorry,” San apologized, “We’ll help you replace your staff.”

You watched with a heavy heart as the pink snake finished consuming your staff and shrunk back to his teeny tiny size. Then he slithered up San’s leg and found his place back around San’s neck. You narrowed your eyes at the offending creature. 

“That staff has been passed down from generation to generation. I use it to push away big storms or to help wrecked ships! There’s no way--”

“There’s a warlock after us who is looking to suck away all our power for himself!” San shouted suddenly.

It took you a moment to process this information and still it didn’t quite hit home. “What?”

San sighed heavily and took a seat in one of your wonderfully constructed, ‘filled with sea-foam’ chairs. He wiggled until he was comfortable and then began. He spun a tale of how Seonghwa and he were powerful familiars. They had not bonded with any witch or warlock. Then one day they met a warlock with a charming grin. He introduced himself as Hongjoong. The warlock was indeed powerful, but with a familiar already. The hawk Hongjoong held on his arm was Yunho but he didn’t look good; his feathers weren’t healthy and Seonghwa sensed something wrong with the hawk. San and Seonghwa both declined to agree to a bond with Hongjoong but as it turned out, Hongjoong didn’t need them to agree. He was capable of twisting familiars to be his without an agreement. The two had been fleeing from Hongjoong since they fought with the warlock. 

“Is that why Seonghwa ate my staff?” You demanded tiredly.

San nodded. “I’m sorry. It was like an instinct for him. I had fallen asleep too after the yummy meal you made us.” He sent you an apologetic smile. 

You stood up, unable to sit down any longer with the energy inside of you. “I’ll have to cast a spell. Perhaps a magical fog to suppress your auras. That will keep you hidden for a bit, at least. But you’ll have to stay here.”

San frowned at you in confusion. “Why would you help us? Especially when Seonghwa just ate your staff?”

“I… I will not stand for anyone to be bullied,” You said adamantly, “This Hongjoong must be stopped.”

San raised his hand to run a reassuring finger down Seonghwa’s head but found that there was no snake around his neck. You both looked around in alarm but as it turned out, Seonghwa had slithered to your chair and was hovering on the arm of it. You inched your hand forward, pulling back when Seonghwa’s head reared back, but when you offered your hand palm up, Seonghwa slithered until he was coiled up in the palm of your hand. 

You brought him up to your face, still not pleased with your staff being eaten. “You, sir, are going to have to do a lot of apologizing.”

Seonghwa, whether in response or simply to taste if your magic was still good, flickered his tongue out at your nose, almost kissing it. “Seonghwa!” San scolded him.

You glanced towards San. “Did he… say anything?”

“He says the narwhal horn tasted yummy and he was wondering if you had more for him to eat,” San admitted.

You couldn't help but laugh despite the situation. You shook your finger at Seonghwa. “No more magical item consuming, please. If you want me to help you with Hongjoong, I’m going to need all the help I can get!”

You went outside, about to pass Seonghwa back to San but instead, the snake wound himself around your wrist instead. You lifted your eyebrows up at San but he shrugged, not sure what Seonghwa was intending. 

You raised your arms and called upon your powers to summon a fog that could cloak everything it touched. The fog appeared along your ankles and swirled around the sand until finally you couldn't see the sea or anything outside of the limits of your land. When you were done, you looked down to see Seonghwa was shining, iridescent and neon pink. You looked over to San, whose eyes were now shining a bright purple. You checked your inner well of magic and it was like you hadn't cast a very large spell at all.

“Did you help me?” You took a shot in the dark.

“It’s the least we could do,” San smiled, showing some dimpled cheeks. 

That night you slept in your hammock, hanging up a spare for San in the sunroom of your cottage. But when you woke up the next morning, from a tickle on your arm, you found that San had turned back into a cat and had curled up on your chest. You stretched for a yawn, holding San very carefully and depositing him into the hammock where he remained slumbering as a cat.

You moved into the kitchen and found a very tall, pink-haired man standing there. He turned around and shot a pink beam of magic at you, which you very quickly ducked out of the way. 

“Oh--no! I’m so sorry! That was instinct! I didn’t mean to harm you!” The large man’s eyes began to shake in worry. 

“At least I didn’t--” Your mouth shut when you saw the hole that was now in your fireplace. “Oh, Seonghwa.”

The black cat bound into the kitchen, meowing loudly and entwining around your ankles in comfort. Seonghwa smiled painfully, “We’ll help you with that too.”

You rubbed your temples in worry and tried to smile back. It was going to be a bit before the two of them trusted you but perhaps a few fumbles on the way would build a rapport between the three of you. Only time would tell and you hoped you had plenty of that before Hongjoong descended on you all.

[yumiknows]

A life together ?

Pairing: Xiao x gn! Reader

A/n: short n' sweet. Just like Xiao

Content: he wants you to move in with him, so you pack your things and he helps you...

Genre: floof✨️, modern au

Warnings: none

Word count: 481

Masterlist🌱🍃

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"Y/n? "

....

"Y/n! "

His voice echoed through the empty apartment. Kartons where gathered all over the place. He put his keys on the side table, which was still standing in the entryway. He called your name once again but still no answer, he frowned his brows and started to look through your apartment. He heard some soft humming which seemed to come from your bedroom, which now bloomed in pure chaos. He slid through the door and saw you humming to the music in your headphones,while packing things into boxes.

He smiled to himself at the sight and put his bag down by the door, before entering and slowly wraping his arms around your waist from behind.

You let out a shriek and pulled your headphones down to rest on your neck. You looked at him and smiled,the shocked impression slowly disappearing, a small blush sitting on you cheeks instead.

He looked back at you, turning you around still letting his hands rest on your waist, while you wrapped your and a round his neck.

"Well hello, what's this handsome man doing in my apartment? "You questioned.

He smiled and blushed getting a bit shy "I thought you could use some help packing things up"

"Oh you bet" you giggled and leaned in a bit wispering against his lips "But you have to make it up to me, scaring me like that, pretty boy"

He blushed by your bold request, you closed the distance between you two, as your lips met, xiao let out a sign and you smiled into the kiss.

As you two finally pulled away for some much needed air, you both where a blushing mess.

"You know I really missed you" you said out of the blue Xiao smiled and pecked your lips "i missed you too, but if you wanna finish all of this today we should get started" you looked behind you into the chaos of your so called bedroom, which didn't look like it at all at the moment and let out a sign. But nodded anyways.

As you two finished packing most of the things he signed and looked to the side to you who was picking up your bag.

"Okay I'm ready"

He nodded "then let's go to my place shall we? "

You smiled and walked out your bedroom to the front door. He picked up his things and followed you .

>Time skip<

You both were laying on his bed in his apartment, cuddled up into each other's embrace.

"Well since were moving in together, would you like to have a pet ? " you asked.

Xiao raised an eyebrow but then answered "Mhm why not "

"How about a cat then? "

"Sounds great " he said while snuggling back into your chest .

You kissed his head and ran your fingers thru his dark locks, while you two slowly driffted off to sleep.

-Yumiknows

[wifetomanyfictionalmen]

“Wait me?”

Ray Stantz X reader ficlet

Warnings; none just toof rotting floof

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You had an extensive education. Psychology, science (physics, biology and chemistry) aswell as some more ‘niche’ studies including neuroscience and parapsychology. You had quite a deep understanding of the paranormal and occult, seeing it as nothing but a hobby, but when the Ghostbusters come around you realize you could actually make use of your PhDs and knowledge.

You stood infront of the tall and rundown building looking back at the paper. Yup this was the place, old Fire station. You peeked in before stepping in and going over to the reception desk. A dark red haired female looked up at you and she gave you a confused look before you explained why you were there

“I’m here about a job..I believe I can be of assistance to the Ghostbusters, I have proof of my PhDs and exam results..”

She hummed and turned around yelling for someone a man, no taller than you, pelted out of his office and vaulted over the border between the back room and reception. You recognized him as Peter Venkman. You’d never met him personally but you’d heard from students he’d had.

“Well hello, how can I help?” Peter gave you that signature smile and you rose a brow, how did women actually fall for him..shaking your head gently you held out the envelope containing all your certificates

“I’d like a job” your voice was surprisingly firm despite how shaky you felt. Peter looked it over and hummed impressed before smiling holding a hand out toward you. “Welcome to the Ghostbusters, follow me and Dr Stantz can get you all situated” you nodded and followed him as they reached some sort of garage. A pretty beaten up car was sat with the bonnet up and it looked as if someone was working on it, a small radio blasted out rock music, Peter turned the radio off.

“Ray! We have a new recruit walk them through the proton packs and stuff will you” he walked off before the poor man could answer. You gave him an awkward smile and wave. Ray wiped his hands and held it out, which you shook with a smile.

“Ray Stantz, I’ll try to explain the whole proton pack thing but we haven’t even had a test run of them yet” he rubbed the back of his neck. You chuckled and smiled gently waving it off “It’s fine Dr Stantz honestly, I’m just happy Dr Venkman took me on..”

He smiled gently “please call me Ray” he led you to the storage room where the suits and packs were kept. He explained it briefly, it peaked your interested quite a bit and you took in every word he said. You’d always been the same, attentive, friendly and hardworking.

It didn’t take long for you and your fellow ghostbusters to actually gain popularity, after the hotel everything seemed to be smooth sailing. Most of your time was spent in the lab with Egon and Ray, or in the garage with Ray. Venkman usually left you two alone in the garage teasing he didn’t want to interrupt two lovers bonding. You found it funny that he’d say that, considering you’d had a massive crush on Rag since day one, and little did you know that Ray felt the same.

Time seemed to fly by, you, Ray and Egons researched revealed more about Dana’s apartment and you and Ray spent even more time than you had previously. You had to confess but you were so scared. And she panicked when she was called and found out Ray and the others had been jailed. She rushed to the police station and told them you were also a Ghostbuster and if they were jailed you should be to.

Admittedly Ray found that downright attractive that you’d put yourself up there proudly claiming you were a Ghostbuster. Shortly after you were called in to the Mayors office. You stayed silent while the madman that had turned the grid off ranged (Egon had filled you in) and you hummed “Hold on. If what you’re saying is correct then it’s your fault, you turned off the grid releasing all the spirits and ghouls onto New York. And not to mention you blatantly ignored Dr Venkman”

The other four looked at you surprised and you turned to the Mayor “Now id listened to my colleagues before the whole of New York is destroyed and plunged into darkness” you stepped back and stood beside Ray his eyes never leaving you. God his heart was pounding even faster for you. Once the Mayor finally agreed offered a lending hand all five of them set off in the Ecto 1.

Fighting Gozer wasn’t easy, nor was it fun. Venkman taunting said cursed spirit. After Ray accidentally summoned a huge Stay Puft you stood beside him and fought bravely. With Stay Puft defeated and the gate closed you stood up with a groan covered in Mallow fluff. You were hugged by an equally covered Rays and you both laughed. After the two entrapped by the Keymaster and Gatekeeper you and the others headed down. You were holding Rays hand and he looked at you as people cheered.

What happened next you didn’t expect to happen at all, Ray tilted your hand up and kissed you gently. Your eyes widened before you melted into the kiss as everyone cheered, you swore you heard Venkman yell at Egon about owing him.

[ari-zonia]

Decided to revamp my Sinner Slugcats so they're not all just multicolored scugs.

I did look into some of the symbols and stuff of the game, so the writing is more or less "Outlaw, Number", since I wasn't sure how to make a "Sinner" symbol in the RW language, so I just used Outlaw since it has the lowest Karma symbol anyway.

Intricacies under the readmore

Yi Sang: Inspired by daszombes' Deadlands video, he is a "Flying Slugcat", like a sugar glider or flying squirrel. He has no true flight, but it works

Faust: Some sort of Echo or associated. Has her own citizen ID drone of an unknown Iterator, and it also acts as a little scanner (inspired by @astragatwo's take on scug Faust). She still maintains Gourmand's crafting ability, but it might be more taxing with her smaller frame.

Don Quixote: A special breed of Slugcat meant to go fast, her legs are quite powerful, letting her make longer pounces or generally run faster than most other scugs. Obviously, her lack of weight makes her weak to poleplants/worm grass, but y'know.

Ryoshu: Similar to Spearmaster, but by way of King Vulture, she only has one spear directly connected to her that she can recall (it does not act like SM's feeding needles). Also, a subtle detail is that her ears are absolutely massive compared to most scugs, giving her enhanced hearing.

Meursault: (Perhaps a Purposed Being?) He has face armor not unlike a lizard, in fact he's about the same size as a blue lizard. His bite is quite powerful, and he's certainly the best to have in front going through pipes, as his face will deflect spears (should the scavs be aggro or something). He might also have better climbing ability, able to get on walls and such, but he's very heavy so idk

Hong Lu: Bioluminescent, like a fun mix of lantern mice and cyan lizards, he can "turn it off" as it were. His tail also can be used as a small flashbang, but obviously only once (per cycle). Of course, this helps with coalescipedes, but makes him a damn beacon otherwise.

Heathcliff: Still Artificer based, where explosions and such just don't really bother him and he's able to maul enemies (though obviously his bite is weaker than Meur's). He also has a pearl hanging around his neck of unknown use, but clearly given to him by someone special.

Ishmael: Rivulet, but even closer to salamander where she actually has fins, her ability to swim is obviously a cut above everyone else's. She's probably had a bad run in or two with Leviathans. Her cloak is probably a gift from whatever version of Queequeg this world has

Rodion: Also inspired by astragatwo, she's mega fluffy making her very warm. Though, this does make it annoying for her to swim if the area is cold because she'll freeze faster. I still like the idea she can carry more scugs on her, but idk. (She does look more like a fox, but such is the price of floof)

Sinclair: Saint-lite, and still pup-sized (he's an adult, just tiny like Don) so long as he's not at lowest Karma, he has limited ability to incapacitate enemies (not quite enough to ascend) and fly a bit with said ability. I basically wanted to reference his Mark of Cain somehow.

Outis: Ironically, just your average Slugcat. She probably has stuff going on with reputation or maybe she allows Echos to appear on first visit, or convinces Pebbles to not murder everyone immediately

Gregor: Definitely a creature that has been fucked with too much. Originally just a Slugcat that had been spliced with a centiwing (sorta like how the Miros Vultures are hybrids), he seemed to have got infected by the Rot, most likely when whatever Iterator structure he was hanging out around pulled a Pebbles