#she would mess with Tanya

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If Khameleon really wanted to be messy, I could see her mimicking Mileena's voice and fucking with Tanya's head a bit (especially when Tanya starts showing obvious signs of interest in Mileena). Tanya knows it's not Mileena.......but goddamn if it doesn't sound like her. It's kinda trippy.

Lmao, I can imagine that.

I'm imagining that one scene from despicable me 2:

(I just edited this)

[allthornsnopetals]

Tall S/O

:Includes:

:T.Denali:

:K.Denali:

:I.Denali:

Umm, yes you can!! Something, for the fellow tall girlies, 100% I'm 5,12ft... Ik, but at least I'm not short, but finding pants that can cover my ankles is, rather challenging.

:T.Denali:

Tanya is 5,5ft, while Myanna Burning—the actress, that plays her—is 5,1ft... She is a small bean.

In other words it is really not that hard to outgrow her, unless you are below 5ft or the same height. (If you are, that f sucks.)

Legit calling for you if she can't reach for something on a high shelf.

When she first laid eyes on you, she legit thought you were a model of some sorts. You had to be with all, that leg, and height.

She legit is drooling, like the horndog, that she is. Her mouth is salivating, eyeing you as one would with a meal.

I picture Tanya, constantly asking for uppies. (shut up this is my HC, so I say so).

She's extremely aware of the height difference, but she couldn't careless, in fact she loves it!

Always wearing your clothes and even your heels. She would deny ever taking anything from your closet, perhaps pointing her finger at Kate.

She will only return the clothes she 'borrowed', if you manage to find where she hid them, which is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Oh, and if she is at booby height, babe your done for. At least shoving her face where it shouldn't, ten times a day. Wanting hugs only because she wants her face in your boobies

I'm sorry but you will be wearing nothing but shorts when you are home, because in my perspective she loves the look/appeal of your legs. She will even offer/will shave and or wax your legs for you.

She's obsessed!

Love's it when you cage her in with your legs when love making, especially if your legs cross over daintily around her tiny waist.

This is gonna sound—because it is— dirty, but her favorite thing to do, when in the bedroom is ride your thighs/your entire leg, and yes she will boot fuck your foot, grinding and reaching her high.

She is like a dog on another kind of drug, humping, and even whining—which, would lead to begging—if you decline her of her favorite thing to do in the bedroom. Watch out, she will pounce when you are not looking, and perhaps boot fuck when you least expect it, again like a feral dog.

"My love, please!" Tanya begs, pouting the best she could, trying to sway Y/n. "Honey, you have made a mess on both my legs, I have to clean myself up, and put an end to tonight's festivities. I'm sorry." Y/n stood, kissing her wife's cheek.

Tanya's pout deepens, crossing her arms over her bare breasts. An idea pops in her head, causing a sly grin to split her face. She speeds into the bathroom, running Y/n a bath while she worries about fixing the room.

Once the tub is full, she's tugging her loving wife into the bathroom with her, and instantly getting her in.

"You dirty, little girl." Y/n teases, feeling Tanya plop herself on her thigh, and starting to rock her hips.

Tanya grins, bracing her grip on her darlings shoulders. "Dirty? No, clean. You wanted to clean the mess I made and I'm not finished, that is called compromise." She pecks her love's grinning lips, riding her tired thigh.

'Compromise' happens a lot with Tanya. Finding a solution to both of your problems, still being able to be satisfied.

If she is misbehaving or being an asshole, you can always say: "Be good and I'll let you make a mess on my legs tonight, but be an asshole, and I won't let you touch me." That shuts her up, makes her behave, listen, and even have Kate whining to you, when she feels as if she is being mistreated.

Tanya is a strong woman, who is def a top/Dom, and wears the pants in the relationship, but pull the: I'm covering my legs or you are getting none of this. She's a flopping mess, suddenly turned baby bottom with amazing hearing and obedience.

She's folding in seconds.

Def following you around, waiting patiently to be whisked away into the bedroom.

:K.Denali:

Kate is 5,7ft, which is pretty tall, so finding someone that is even taller... Now that is something.

The very first time you both met Edward is reading her mind and is finding: "Well, damn! I can't wait to climb that tree, ohh baby!!" With her face looking like this: 🥴

She gives: Yeah, that's my wife vibes, I know she's a Goddess.

Deadass, flexing on the nearest person.

She wouldn't subject you to wearing only shorts around the house. She doesn't want her sisters or anyone who visits to get any ideas.

But show an inch of leg, she's going feral. Deadass, pulling out her dusty reading glasses or binoculars, and perching herself up on her legs, like a fucking pervert just to get a slight look at those stunning legs.

She calls you: Tall tree, supermodel, mommy-long-legs.

She would 100% love back rides, being carried (bridal style) around like a baby, and climbing your shoulders.

As much as she likes being the bigger spoon, you're taller than she is, so she would adore being the little spoon when cuddling.

Asking for uppies all the damn time!

If you're mad at her for whatever reason and state that you will kill her. Kate would happily die with her head squeezed between your thighs, and snapping her head clean from her body. She thinks that it's the most blessed, righteous, and holy way to die.

Loves to be wrapped up in your legs.

Either when you are cuddling, holding her when you are doing her make up or hair, or when she's going to town between your legs. Miss ma'am just loves being swaddled with your legs.

Do be careful, she may never wanna stop cuddling if it means being wrapped up in your legs. Would throw a fit if you decide that you're done.

Love's it when your legs are thrown over her shoulders when she's eating you out, oh goes nuts when you begin to suffocate her between your legs when cutting it close to the edge, legit feeds her pride. (She's a vampire, she doesn't need air.)

Ohhh, she loves eating you out. It's her favorite thing to do in the bedroom. It gives her a reason to come close to something she thinks as holy.

Kate smirks, loving her necklace, aka the legs of her wife. "You little shit!" Y/n growls, clenching her legs around Kate's neck, ready to decapitate her head.

She had pissed her off again, but at least she will die a glorious death. "Mmmh, I can smell hell from here. Harder Princezná, I think God's calling me." She encourages Y/n, feeling her tighten her hold.

Tanya along with Carmen. "No, Y/n let her go. She pissed you off but it doesn't mean you should kill your wife. Let her go!" Tanya orders, pulling Kate from her feet with Carmen's help.

Kate whines. "Noooo! Let go of my feet, let me die a beautiful death!"

She would legit piss you off on purpose, because one she enjoys it, two she thinks you look hot when you're mad, three if she plays her cards right she might die in the bedroom or on sight with you trying to decapitate her.

She would fight off anyone trying to obviously save her life.

She would hate it if you tease her for her height in public, but loves it when you are both in the comforts of your home.

Like Tanya, would wear your clothes, especially your sweaters, hoodies, and jackets. You'll have a hard time finding them or even her with how many layers she may wear at once, and hiding herself somewhere.

:I.Denali:

Irina is 5,9ft, making her the tallest among her sisters, so discovering, that her mate is far taller than she is, it's gonna crush her ego a bit.

But she would recover.

In fact, she's excited to find someone that is taller than herself. This means shopping for clothes pacifically tailored to both your heights, and complaining together when certain clothes don't work out. I imagine her saying: "Well this is bullshit..." With you nodding in agreement.

Legit catwalks/runway moments when trying on new clothes.

When she first laid eyes on you, she was checking out your boots, wanting to get her hands on them, thinking that she could do with the extra inch.

What she didn't expect was to find you attached to the said boots, instantly drooling. Glad she found someone, that is an absolute stunner and super model.

She loves it when you cuddle. Legit has no troubles with who gets to be the big spoon or little spoon, because she is pretty tall as well.

Love's it when you splay your legs over her lap when relaxing or reading or chatting. Would mindlessly caress your leg, regardless if it is bare or clothed.

She isn't one for uppies, but if she needs something she cannot reach, immediately calling for you, even though she's 5,9. But who knows, you might be far taller, which means if something is completely out of her reach, she is set.

Unlike her sisters, she isn't drooling or turning into a pervert when she catches a glimpse of your legs. No, she's chill and super cute when smothering her face in your lap.

She's a cutie.

Oh, but she's on her knees, so damn weak when it comes to scissoring.

Sure there is a bunch of long legs, but she loves it when you cage her with your legs, with the goal to grind your sex on hers.

And oh, miss ma'am is folding the moment you clasp your legs around her, oh she's yours, instantly melting.

"Ohh, try this one, I think it would look great on you!" Irina tosses a dress at Y/n, watching as she undresses herself for the tenth time.

"What do you think?" She comes up from behind, feeling her waist and hips, gliding her hands over her sides, and watching her love through the mirror.

"I think, that we should take a couple photos and perhaps have a little runway show."

Irina giggles with giddy excitement, already planning her outfit.

She would even trade clothes with you.

Sharing clothes becomes second nature and before you know it, you're both basically sharing one closet, wearing whatever works.

[toasecretsanta]

From @just_snakess for Aquos

“So, what’s been going on at camp?” I asked my children, spearing a sausage on my fork. We were sat at the Apollo table in Camp Half-Blood’s mess hall, enjoying the food after a hard day’s work training. Well, the demigods had been hard at working training. I had been hard at work giving the occasional thumbs up from the sidelines. But I liked to visit Camp Half-Blood often, even when there was nothing in particular that needed some godly input. It was the least I could do, after spending, well, millennia, almost completely ignoring my children. I felt a now-familiar surge of guilt, but pushed it firmly down. Now was not the time. Instead, I continued my questioning.

“News? Gossip? Pranks? Tell me everything.” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, then regretted it.

Will cracked a small smile at my antics, so I figured it was all worth it. “It’s been surprisingly quiet, actually,” he said.

“It absolutely hasn’t,” Kayla objected. “You know Tanya from Hephaestus? Turns out her epic rivalry with the Aphrodite cabin was all for show, and she’s been dating Chloe for months. The Aphrodite kids can’t decide whether to exile Chloe for not telling them, or hail them both as the greatest forbidden romance of all time.” “And then there’s Chiron’s new initiative,” put in Austin.

As one, the table groaned.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Gracie said miserably, staring down at her plate like she was staring down the barrel of a gun. Oh, wait, demigods don’t use guns. Perhaps the Hephaestus cabin should get on that.

“It’s awful,” Jerry bemoaned. Kayla clapped him on the shoulder in commiseration.

I looked at Will. As head counsellor, he would surely have some sensible and reassuring comment to make to raise his siblings’ spirits. “No, Dad, it really is that bad,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. “It’s to do with Chiron’s new…”

“...mental health initiative,” the whole cabin finished together, with various levels of despair, disgust, and hopelessness in their voices.

I frowned. This seemed like an important parenting moment. “Now, children,” I began. “I know talking about mental health isn’t always comfortable, but as the god of health, you can trust me when I say it’s very important! Whatever Chiron’s got in store for you, I’m sure it’s entirely justified and very helpful.” Oddly, this did not seem to have the cheering effect I’d hoped for. Gracie picked gloomily at her food. The others exchanged commiserating glances with each other.

“In principle, I’d agree with you,” Will said, evidently their designated spokesperson. “But…not this. Anything but this.”

“It can’t be that bad,” I said optimistically, though privately I was beginning to have my doubts. I’d seen my children more enthusiastic about literal wars.

Will grimaced, but didn’t reply. The table fell into a gloomy silence. It seemed I had made a social faux pas, which was unfortunately a surprisingly common occurrence for me. I cast around desperately for another source of conversation, and spied Meg walking with a tray over to the Demeter table.

“Meg! Over here!” I shouted, waving my arms frantically. One thing I’d learned about Meg is that to get her attention, you had to remove the option of plausible deniability that she hadn’t noticed you. She also enjoyed it when I embarrassed myself in public, which made it more likely she would then do what I wanted.

Meg rolled her eyes, but I saw the corner of her mouth upturn in a tiny smile as she corrected course over to our table. This made me feel embarrassingly gooey inside. 

“Sup,” she said as she approached. Meg is very eloquent. It is just one of her many charms. I shuffled along to make room for her on the bench as my kids gave her a muted welcome.

She frowned. “How come you’re all so sad?” “The initiative,” Kayla said gloomily.

Meg mimed throwing up. The table nodded in mournful solidarity.

“So what actually is this initiative?” I asked, which I recognised was not the wisest move socially, but my curiosity was winning out.

As one, the table shuddered.

“We just have to tell him,” Austin said to the rest of the table. “He’ll never rest until he finds out otherwise.” He turned to me with the determination of a hardened warrior once more facing down his worst nightmare. “Chiron is making us each come up with a mental health mantra,” he said.

Gracie clapped her hands over her ears. Will looked vaguely queasy. Meg vibrated with vengeful anger.

“That doesn’t seem so bad!” I said.

“It’s so cheesy,” Kayla said.

“And also useless,” added Yan. Kayla nodded in agreement.

“Mantras are not useless,” I said sternly. “In fact, I had one myself, and it kept me going through all sorts of things!” Gracie wrinkled her nose. “Really?”

“Don’t be rude,” Will scolded, but it didn’t really sound like his heart was in it.

“Wait, tell us what it is, and then we can copy it!” said Jerry.

The table all turned to look at me expectantly. I realised I had backed myself into a corner.

“Ah,” I said, panicking. “Well, the thing is - I really can’t - I’m afraid I’m needed very urgently at Olympus for something very important - I’m sure you understand - bye!” 

And with that, I poofed out of the mess hall and into my bedroom in the sun palace, where I collapsed on my bed and screamed into the pillow. “Something very important? Really, Apollo?” I said to myself. “That was all you could think of?”

*

Some hours later, I rather sheepishly [teleported] back to Camp Half-Blood and lurked hesitantly in the shadows of the woods, unsure of how to [re-introduce] myself after my rather rapid escape earlier. Before I could think of anything good, however, Meg spotted me.

She marched up to me and punched me in the arm, hard.

“Ow!” I protested.

“Dummy,” she said. “Don’t poof away. Just say you don’t want to answer like a normal person.” 

She spoke gruffly, but I was well practised at Meg-interpretation. My heart melted.

“Oh, Meg,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “I’m very sorry for disappearing on you.” She hugged me back. “ ‘S okay,” she said. “You panicked. I get it.” This made me want to hug her even tighter, but I released her before she started to squirm.

“Why’d you panic?” she asked.

“Truthfully? I’m not entirely sure,” I admitted. “I guess I was just a little embarrassed.” “You embarrass yourself all the time, though.” I gasped. “Rude!” But she wasn’t entirely wrong. Why had this particular instance made me freak out so much? “Maybe because I felt put on the spot?” I said out loud. “I mean, my mantra wasn't that bad.” Meg raised an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t!” I protested. “I’ll tell you right now! It went ‘I am beautiful and everyone loves me’, which is pretty standard mantra stuff, for your information!” Meg burst out laughing. I crossed my arms grumpily. “What?” I demanded.

“That was actually your mantra?”

“Yes,” I said defensively. “It…didn’t work very well, in the end.” “I don’t think that’s a very good mantra,” Meg said bluntly. I opened her mouth to snap at her, but something told me this wasn’t just one of her standard insults. She continued, slowly: “I mean, all gods are attractive, so that wouldn’t really make you feel good about yourself. And mantras aren’t meant to be about other people’s opinions. Apparently.” She crossed her arms and looked away, cheeks red.

“Meg,” I said, surprised and touched. “Have you actually been listening to Chiron’s mental health initiative?” She shrugged defensively. “Thought it might be useful for helping the rest of Nero’s kids,” she muttered.

I couldn’t help it, I hugged her again. “That’s very kind, Meg,” I said earnestly once she had scrabbled away from me, cheeks still glowing bright pink.

“Whatever,” she said, but she was smiling. “Anyway, that’s a shitty mantra. You should get a better one.” “Language!” I scolded. “And I don’t even go to this camp, why should I have to think of a mantra?” “I don’t go here either,” Meg pointed out. “Not properly. You spend at least as much time here as me. So if I have to do it, so do you.” “But-” “Shut up,” she told me. “I’m your master. This is an order.” I folded. Secretly I was quite touched by the fact that she still wanted to give me stupid orders, even though I was a god now. “Fine,” I said. “We will make stupid cheesy mantras together. How do we proceed?” 

She shrugged at me disdainfully. I hadn’t known a shrug could be disdainful before I met Meg. “That’s what everyone’s trying to figure out, dummy.”

“Yes,” I said slowly. “A most troubling dilemma.” I paused, drawing on my centuries of godly knowledge, and came up largely blank. “Meg, it pains me to admit it, but this is not my area of expertise. We may require backup.” “Backup?”

I nodded, warming to the idea. “Yes, indeed. I will go forth and seek knowledge on mantras. Surely one of our friends must know something.” Meg looked dubious. “You’ve only got a day left, though. They’re meant to be due tomorrow.”

“And nobody’s done one?” I said incredulously.

“The whole camp has ADHD,” she pointed out.

I nodded, conceding the point. “Have faith,” I told her. “I’m a god! I travel quickly. When I return, I will be the master of mantras! The mantra master! Perhaps I already am? Are they a subsection of poetry? Who’s to say? But regardless, I will return to you soon, dearest Meg.”

I kissed her on the head, then vanished. My quest had begun.

*

My first port of call was the Waystation. Emmy and Jo were some of the wisest people I knew. I felt sure one of them would have advice to offer. But when I appeared in the Grand Hall, the place was largely deserted, save for two familiar faces deep in concentration at one of the anvils under the rose window.

“Lityerses! Leo!” I cried. “It’s good to see you, my friends!” Leo put down the sledgehammer he was wielding and offered me a wan smile. “Hey, Apollo,” he said.

I frowned. “Is this a bad time?” “Well-” Leo began.

“Yes,” Lityerses interrupted. “Calypso broke up with him,” he informed me.

Leo winced. “Dude, you didn’t need to say it so bluntly,” he said, but even that was half-hearted, lacking his usual brimming-over energy.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I know you cared for her a lot.” He shrugged, uncomfortable. “It’s tough for her, rejoining society after so long being on her own. I get that she needs some time to figure herself out without having to worry about anyone else.” “It still sucks,” said Lityerses, with more emotional intelligence than I would’ve expected from a guy once known as the Reaper of Men.

Leo patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. Anyways, Apollo, what were you actually here for? Unless it’s because you’re deeply invested in my love life, which would be understandable, if a little creepy, because I am incredibly hot.” He flexed a bicep.

I wasn’t surprised he was changing the subject. Deflecting with humour was a Leo Valdez speciality; even I could tell that much. But I couldn’t fault the guy for not wanting to talk about his breakup 24/7. “I’m actually here on a little quest of my own devising,” I said. “Do either of you know anything about mantras?” Leo let out a genuine laugh. “Okay, that was not what I was expecting. Why are you going on a mantras quest, Apollo?” “Long story,” I said. “Well? Anything?” He shook his head, still smiling. “Sorry, man. Not my thing. Lit, you got anything?” “No,” Lit immediately denied, but there was something shifty about his eyes. 

Leo immediately rounded on him. “Dude, you’re kidding me. You have a mantra?”

“I am an esteemed warrior who has lived for many lifetimes of men,” Lityerses said stiffly. His cheeks were red.

“That’s not a denial!” Leo said gleefully.

“I, for one, would love to hear your mantra, Lityerses,” I put in.

“It’s just Lit,” he said, crossing his arms. “And it’s not really a mantra.” Leo gasped. “He admits it,” he stage-whispered.

“Shut up, Leo,” Lit said. I’d never seen someone flush brighter red in my life. “It’s just something Jo said to me a couple months after I started staying here. That it didn’t matter if people called me Midas’s son or Commodus’s lieutenant or even the Reaper of Men. That I had to decide how I wanted to see myself, and then hold tight to that. Never let it go.” I’d never heard Lit speak so many words in one go before. I was moved by the fact that he'd chosen to share such a personal thing with me.

“Aw, Lit,” Leo said, clearly touched. “I’m telling Jo you said that.” “Don’t you dare,” Lit grumbled. He turned to me. “Hope that was helpful, I guess.”

“Thank you very much,” I said. I wanted to express my gratitude further, but Lit still struck me as a man who wouldn't appreciate the attention. “Those are very wise words indeed. But as nice as this chat has been, I'm afraid I must be on my way. I’m on a tight schedule!”

*

“Brother, I don’t have time for games,” Artemis said to me, arms folded. “We’re finally a step ahead of the fox. I don’t have time to waste.”

“But this is important!” I protested.

Around us, the entire camp of hunters was a flurry of movement as they struck their tents and packed up camp. They were remarkably well-polished. One elbowed me as she walked past carrying a towering pile of weapons, which I graciously chose to believe was accidental.

Artemis looked unimpressed. “You have five minutes. And if the fox gets away again, it’s your fault.”

“What?” I cried. “It’s not my fault you’ve all been on a wild goose chase for years!” “Wild fox chase,” she corrected.

“It’s a figure of speech!” “Is this really how you’re choosing to spend your -” she glanced at her watch - “four remaining minutes?” “Fine,” I said, not at all sulkily.

She looked at me incredulously. “Is that a pout?” “Now who’s wasting time? Anyway, what I wanted to talk to you about was mantras.” “Mantras?” She studied me more closely. “Brother, are you having an identity crisis?” She said it derisively, but there was a hint of genuine worry in her eyes.

“No, no,” I reassured her. “It’s just so I can advise the demigods. Something about Chiron’s new mental health initiative.” I tactically left out my agreement with Meg that I would also have to come up with a mantra.

“Chiron started a mental health initiative?” came an incredulous voice from behind me. I turned to see a young woman with short black hair and a familiar leather jacket. “Guess camp really has changed since my day.” “This does not concern you, Thalia Grace,” Artemis said. “Do not let my brother drag you into this ridiculous conversation.”

“Thalia!” I said, delighted. “I don’t suppose you know anything about mantras?” She snorted. “Nope. Lady Artemis?” Artemis sighed. “Well, I suppose if I must contribute…” She closed her eyes for a moment in thought, then opened them again. “Yes, I do believe I have it.” “Really?” I said suspiciously.

“I go to the trouble of indulging in your foolish games for once, and I am met only with suspicion? You might hurt my feelings, brother.” “Sorry, sorry,” I said hastily. “So what is it?” She gave a small smile, which made me instantly suspicious. “Repeat after me: I, the god Apollo…” I didn’t like where this was going. “I, the god Apollo…” “...pale in comparison to my lovely, talented, and beautiful sister.” She beamed at me. “Do you like it?” 

Thalia gave her a high five.

“Very funny-” I began, but the two of them were already walking away.

“Sorry, brother, must dash!” Artemis called over her shoulder. “We have a fox to catch!”

*

My beloved oracle, Rachel Dare, stared at me contemplatively. “I think I’m getting there,” she informed me, daubing a few more dashes of paint on her easel as she spoke.

“Really?” I said hopefully.

“Mhm.” She put down her brush and scooted over her stool so she could look me in the eyes. “Are you ready to receive my prophetic wisdom?” The suspense was killing me. I nodded eagerly.

“Apollo…” - she looked me dead in the eyes - “...you are Kenough.”

I frowned. “Is that a riddle?” She threw up her hands. “Aren’t you the god of music? Why are you so uncultured? Look, stay here, I’ll get my laptop. I’m about to change your life.

She wasn’t wrong. The Barbie movie was excellent. However, it did not aid my quest.

*

“It turns out that knowledge of mantras is harder to come by than I thought,” I informed my mother as we sat down for our weekly afternoon tea. “Nobody is taking my quest for knowledge seriously. Well, except maybe Lit. I knew I liked him for a reason. But the rest of them are just treating mantras as a joke!”

Leto took a sip of tea, unbothered by my dramatics. “Didn’t you think of them as a joke?” she said, infuriatingly reasonably.

“Well, yes,” I admitted.

She raised an eyebrow.

“...And also I called them stupid and cheesy and useless,” I said. “But they are! No wonder none of the [demigods] have taken this seriously!” “Were Lityerses’ words to you stupid and cheesy and useless?” Leto asked.

“No,” I said. “No, not at all.” “Then clearly some mantras aren’t like that.”

I sighed. “But none of the others will see it that way. Even Lit said that his advice wasn’t really a mantra.” “So clearly people don’t respond well to that word,” Leto reasoned. “Much like you, they associate it with cheesy advice with no real benefit. So stop using it.” My brow creased. “Investigate mantras without investigating mantras?”

“Why not? Just try asking them for a piece of advice, something that someone’s told them, or that they’ve realised themself, that they hold close to their heart.”

“And you think they’ll respond to that?” I said hopefully.

She lifted one shoulder in an elegant shrug. “It’s worth a try. And Apollo, before you go, I’ve got a piece of advice of my own.” She made sure I was listening before she continued. “It doesn’t matter if it’s cheesy if it helps.”

*

My mother, as always, was right.

“There is always happiness in unicorns,” Lavinia told me solemnly. “And in tap dance.”

“We can change things,” Frank said as we gazed out over the reconstruction of New Rome.

“Not even curses last forever,” said Hazel, pressing a small blue sapphire into my hands.

“Just ‘cause I’m half Cherokee doesn’t mean I’m a fount of spiritual knowledge, you know,” said Piper. “But I guess I would say that happiness is still possible.” She squeezed Shel’s hand.

Luguselwa watched Nero’s children replant a new set of seedlings. “It’s not too late,” she said.

“I thought we already had this conversation?” said Artemis. “Honestly, brother. My advice is that you don’t need my advice. You know full well what advice you need to hear. You know better than anyone else. Now stop with this pointless denial and listen to yourself.”

*

When I returned to Camp Half-Blood, it was in chaos. Demigods ran panicked between cabins or else were deep in frantic discussion with friends, some scribbling on scraps of paper, some murmuring under their breaths. 

I eventually found Will out by the strawberry fields, alone save for Nico. “It’s a war out there, Dad,” he said to me, face grim. “Chiron’s officially announced there’s an hour left until the deadline, and then we all have to recite our mantras. Everybody’s going crazy.”

“Are you both ready?” I asked.

Will grimaced. Nico gave me a death stare worthy of the son of Hades.

I raised my hands in surrender. “Only a question!”

“I'm starting to panic about it a little,” Will confessed.

Only now? I wanted to say, but I guessed that comment wouldn't be appreciated. Instead I nodded and said “I've left mine rather to the last minute as well.”

“You're doing one?” Nico said incredulously. “Why?”

I reddened, and Will cut in before I could answer. “Meg bullied him into it,” he said. “If you're ever confused about anything Apollo does, 99% of the time you can blame Meg.”

Nico nodded as if this made sense. I wanted to argue, but I was aware I didn't have much ground to stand on.

“But one thing I am confused about,” Will continued, “is that didn't you already have a mantra, Dad? Why do you need a new one?”

Believe me, dear reader, I wanted to make a bad excuse and disappear to Olympus again. Despite my trials, emotional vulnerability was still not my strong point. But instead, I said “I’m afraid I’m reliably informed that it was, in fact, a shit mantra. Not very emotionally healthy. So I’m giving it a second try.” “Any luck?” Will asked.

I took a moment to consider. “I’ve talked to a lot of different people,” I said. “Many of them told me very wise things. But I think - and I will deny saying this - that my sister was right. It’s something you have to come up with yourself, because deep down, you know what you need to hear.” They both took a moment to take that in, or perhaps they were wondering what in the Hades I was going on about.

Eventually Will said, in a very quiet voice, “But what if I don’t deserve to hear that?” Tears pricked at my eyes, and I gathered him up into a hug. “Of course you deserve to hear it, Will. You’re brave and kind and a fabulous healer, but even if you weren’t any of that, you’re still my son. And my son deserves the world.” Will hid his face in my shoulder for a moment. “Thanks, Dad,” he whispered.

I pressed a kiss into his golden curls, then looked at Nico. “Look after him for me, will you?” I said.

Nico nodded solemnly. “With my life.”

*

But I still had one final visit to make. I found Meg in the stables, brushing down the unicorn I’d gifted her as my return-to-godhood present. She’d taken to horsecare - well, unicorncare - far more easily than I’d expected given her lack of experience, but she seemed to find the same quiet satisfaction in the manual work that she did in gardening.

“You better have some real good mantra knowledge to offer,” she warned me. “I got nothing.”

I sighed and slumped down by a post. “You’re not going to like it,” I said.

She huffed. Apparently that wasn’t even worth a verbal response.

“It’s just gotta be the thing you most want to hear,” I said. “The thing you most wish someone would say to you, but then you’ve got to say it to yourself.” “That’s stupid,” Meg said. Her shoulders were tense. “I don’t want to.” “Neither do I,” I said honestly. “How about I go first, so you can laugh at me?” “You’ve got one?”

I sighed. “Yes, and it’s the cheesiest, stupidest thing in the world, and I don’t believe it when I say it. But if I say it enough times, maybe I’ll start believing it.” Meg looked heartbreakingly fragile. “You go first, then.” I hesitated. The words felt like they were getting stuck in my throat. Trite, a lie, unoriginal, stupidly similar to a stupid quote from the stupid Barbie movie. But I needed to hear them. Not only that, Meg needed to hear them. We both needed me to be vulnerable right now.

“I’m enough,” I said quietly.

Meg blinked, and then launched herself at me in a hug. “I love you,” she said hoarsely.

“I love you too, Meg,” I said, voice cracking.

She shook her head, nose rubbing against my chest. “No, that’s my mantra,” she said. “I love myself. Or whatever.” She sniffed, but I didn’t even care about the cold snot starting to collect on my jumper.

I held her close to me in that quiet stable, just the two of us and a unicorn, and there was not a thing in this world that could have made me let her go.

sorry this is slightly late!! and the formatting may have messed up, the stars are meant to be in the middle of each line. i think i caught all my mistakes but this is very on the last minute so i might have missed some sorry! but it's done!

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Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Five

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,054

I messed up. Big time. 

We went to Denali to have a break, enjoy ourselves. Taste a different kind of animal blood. However, I messed up. 

I drank human blood. I was out hunting, and someone was off the usual hiking trail, they were hurt. And I wasn't strong enough. I killed them, and tasted human blood, it had been 50 years since I had tried human blood. 

It took Emmett, Jasper and Edward to hold me down and drag me back to Tanya's house. I left for home the next day. I hated myself, big time.  I looked like a monster. My eyes were red, they haven't been red in so long. 

I haven't faced Paul yet, it had been a month since I had last seen him. And I've been avoided him. Big time. 

My family, despite all the jokes and caring words, I could tell they were disappointed. Except maybe Jasper. I think he is kind of happy it wasn't him who slipped up. On a good note, I had caught up on my reading list. 

I sighed putting my book down and going downstairs, it was Bella's birthday today and Alice was throwing a party once they had finished school.

Carlisle and Esme smiled and at me and handed me a white cup with a straw, I grimaced, and took a sip. Mountain lion blood, gross. I finished the cup quick though, it made my throat burn, and I felt like I was going to throw the blood up. 

"How are you feeling today Y/N?" Rosalie asked, I smiled and shrugged. 

"Will you be staying for Bella's party?" Esme asked.

"I'm not sure" I answered, I haven't seen a human since the incident.

"I think you should, It would be good for you" Carlisle said, I nodded. Okay, guess I was going. I hadn't even got Bella a present. 

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"Happy Birthday Bella" Esme smiled, hugging Bella. She looked so uncomfortable, I felt the same. Her blood was making my nose burn. 

Alice added my name to the present from Rosalie and Emmett, which was nice. I wasn't exactly able to go to the shops. Bella avoided me more, which was nice of her I guess. I suppose my eyes were a bit scary at the moment. 

Bella opened her presents, I smelted it before she said it, a paper cut. I could smell her blood trickling out of her finger. I felt Rosalie holding my arm so I couldn't move, however everyone was focused on me attacking. Jasper rushed forward, his fangs bearing. 

Edward stupidly pushed Bella back onto the glass cabinet, which cut more of her body, meaning more blood. 

"Rose, I can't" I whisper. She nodded, grabbing my arm and yanking me backwards, away from the drama. Emmett, Edward and Carlisle were trying to wrestle Jasper to the ground. 

Rosalie took my out of the room, and dragged me out of the house. 

I was in the woods now, I could only just smell Bella's blood. 

"You're okay" Rose said, her hands still on my arms. 

Everyone but Carlisle and Bella joined us outside. Jasper looked so broken. 

"At least we didn't eat her" I joked, no one laughed. 

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After Edward took Bella home, we had a family meeting. 

"It's time to leave again" Carlisle frowned. "Y/N, you may want to tell Paul"

I sighed. 

"That's if he wants to speak to me" 

"You're his imprint" 

I cut Esme off form speaking. 

"I'm also a vampire, and I killed someone, how could he ever forgive me" I sighed.

"You have to speak to him to find out" Alice smiled. 

I nodded, agreeing. I got ready and put one some sunglasses. 

I left the house and ran to the treaty line, taking a deep breath I stepped over, and walked towards Sam's house. I wasn't sure where else he would be. And I wasn't about to search the whole beach. It was also slightly sunny today, so I didn't need to been seen sparkling by humans. 

I reached Sam and Emily's house and knocked the door. I'm sure they already knew I was here. I knew Paul was here too, I could smell his blood. 

Paul opened the door and smiled. 

"Where have you been?" He asked, taking a deep breath and hugging me. It felt so nice, to be hugged this tightly. 

"I missed you, come meet everyone?" He said, pulling away. 

"I shouldn't" I whisper. "I need to tal-"

But Paul caught me off by kissing me. 

"Dude, kissing a vampire?" A boy yelled from behind. Paul pulled away and laughed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Suddenly I felt really uncomfortable. 

"Guys, this is Y/N" He smiled, I already knew Sam and Emily, but there was another boy here too. 

"This is Jared" Paul smiled, he hadn't taken his hand away from mine. 

"Why are you still wearing these" He chuckled, and grabbed my sunglasses before I could stop him. Fuck. 

Paul's hand wasn't on mine anymore. He wasn't anywhere near me anymore. 

"Why are your eyes red?" Paul hissed. Looking at me with anger. I could feel how angry he felt, he was sickened by me. 

"Paul, my family and I are leaving" I whispered, looking down. 

"Good" 

I looked up, shocked. It was like whiplash. Feeling his love, and then all of the sudden feeling this hatred. 

"I just wanted to say goodbye to you" I say, stepping forward. He stepped further away from me. 

"Just leave, you're not welcome here, leech" Paul spat. I nodded, feeling hurt and a pain in my chest.

I left and ran home, I was a little scared they would wolf out and kill me. I got home, and packed my things, and packed a few books, and loaded my car up. 

"I'll catch up to wherever you go" I smile sadly to Carlisle. I hugged them all and left. I got into my car and started driving. 

Not sure where I'm going to go, maybe a different country, I'm not too sure yet. 

It hurt, I could feel the distance between me and Paul. It was weird feeling things in my heart after so long of nothing. 

I'd have to learn to get over it, I'm sure Paul was going to try too. 

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[minefield-of-a-ninja]

*image of Jensen Ackles is used with permission of the photographer Mandi Lea Photogtaphy.

Summary for this chapter: Brandy learns more than she cares to know about BJ, and someone loses a bet.

Characters in this chapter: Brandy Miller x Soldier Boy, Kimiko Miyashiro (via text), Annie January, Hughie Campbell, mentions Donna January and Reggie Franklin (A-Train)

Warnings/tags in this chapter: 18+ ONLY, explicit sexual content, rough sex, hair-pulling, 

Words in this chapter: 3,600

Author’s notes: Sorry, I didn't have the patience to make one of those text image things, so I just screenshot my google doc.

This fills my #Someone Loses A Bet square for @jacklesversebingo 

Many thanks @stunudo @talltalesandbedtimestories @bigmouthlass for the pre-reads and reassurance that I'm not a terrible storyteller.

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST - key songs this chapter: “Ball and Biscuit” by The White Stripes, “Closer” by Kings of Leon, “Do I Wanna Know?” by Arctic Monkeys, and “Beck + Call” by July Talk and Tanya Tagaq

CHAPTER ONE: Inconsiderate Neighbor

CHAPTER TWO

What surprises me most about Captain BJ is the way he helps me out of the chair and crouches at my feet to wrangle the twisted denim and modal from around my knees. When I take over to put my clothes back in place, he lingers, fingertips tracing the edges of my underwear. 

I hold back a shiver and cross the room to the sink. My curls are a mess, cheeks ruddy, and lips swollen. When I look up, he’s looming large behind me in the mirror’s reflection. He holds my focus as he leans forward, reaching around both sides of my ribcage to turn the tap on hot.

“Happy Birthday to you,” he quietly sings the song adopted by hand washers across the globe during a pandemic as he lathers and rinses his hands. I stare, buzzing from the reality of having two orgasms with a man I barely know but can’t stand to speak to, and the heat of his broad, solid chest curling against my shoulders.

He twists the knobs off and shakes the excess water from his hands with a slow, sly smile. His eyelids hang heavy just as his irises shine like polished jade. I try to catch my breath as he stands up straight, reaching for a paper towel to dry his hands. 

“See ya back at the ranch, Applejack,” he murmurs, tossing the wadded-up towel into the waste basket before exiting the small room.

+++

I haven’t seen or heard from him in two weeks, but now that I know him, I dream about him more. He still talks — says things that make me furious and hot, but I’m less afraid of myself for getting off on them. 

And I daydream, too.

I imagine taking my time with him. I breathe him in and run my fingers across his broad, bare chest and shoulders. I envision his skin, the skin I’ve only seen peeks of and barely touched, as a sunkissed patchwork of freckles, scars, and tattoos, sheathing an exquisite frame of muscle and bone. I fantasize about lacing our fingers and pressing our palms together, mine smaller and softer than I ever realized compared to his so large and calloused. 

These kinds of fantasies are new and frivolous for me. He’s a bodice-ripper and a pleasure giver, mean and so good at everything he does. I’ve never been one to gather wool, but nothing about me or my way of life is like it used to be these days. 

My phone buzzes on the table beside my laptop, startling me. I look down to see a text from Kimiko.

My friend Kimiko knows me well, and she doesn’t let me hide. If she weren’t so sincere, it would piss me off when she calls me out. Instead, I open to her like a crocus to sunlight.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I hesitate to agree to dinner with my best friends. My first thought is of him and what if I see him and what if we hook up again and what if...

+++

Annie and Hughie invite me out to Butcher’s again. It’s nice to be included and to have something to take my mind off BJ.

Unfortunately, Annie talks a lot about him

“You know, babe, maybe Brandy doesn’t want to spend her night hearing about a person she doesn't even know.” 

Hughie has a point.

“I’m sorry, Brandy.” Annie clasps my hand. “Let’s talk about something other than Benjamin James Davis III for once.”

“The third? There’s three of them?!” I laugh, but I’m honestly intrigued. Apart from learning and seeing physical evidence that BJ has a son himself, it never occurred to me that my enigmatic and evasive neighbor and one-time hookup wasn’t a product of a government science experiment gone terribly wrong — like a test tube Marlboro Man 1950s throwback.

Hughie sighs and playfully glares at Annie. “He’s the third of that name, but I wouldn’t say he’s one of them.”

“I see, so even they don’t like him,” I laugh again, refilling my pint glass from the pitcher.

“His dad quasi-disowned him when he enlisted in the Marines. He wanted him to take over the steel business, told him he was a fucking disappointment.” Annie looks somber and slightly apologetic.

I scoff. “Most people are proud of their kids for fighting for their country, or scared, but disappointed? Wow.”

I look at Hughie who is still glaring at Annie in no longer a playful manner.

Annie clears her throat and pushes away from the table. “I’ll go get a refill.”

Once she’s out of earshot, Hughie lowers his voice and leans in.

“Bottom line is, he’s not a good guy. It doesn’t matter why. Annie and her mom Donna worked for the Davises. She grew up in that house after they kicked BJ out. To this day, Donna talks about BJ — or Tripp,” Hughie rolls his eyes, “as the family calls him — like he’s the second coming, so sometimes Annie takes things personally. She still has a lot of grief work out.”

That was a lot of information that I was not prepared to absorb. I blink and nod. “Sounds like it, yeah. Poor Annie.”

“OK,” Annie returns, setting the pitcher and a tray of popcorn on the table. “And I got M&Ms. Reggie popped us a fresh batch of popcorn so it’s still hot. The M&Ms’ll get all melty!”

Hughie relaxes into his chair and grins, watching Annie shake a package of M&Ms over the hot popcorn. I chuckle and sip my beer.

+++ 

I absently scroll Instagram as I climb the dim stairs to my condo, startled by a presence at the top. 

When I switch on the stairwell light, BJ’s sitting on the boot bench that separates my condo from Maggie’s across the hall, bent elbows balanced on spread knees and hands clasped. He’s unmoving except for the lopsided smirk that balances the sharpness of his eyes.

I pocket my phone and return the smirk. “You do love the element of surprise, don’t you?” I take the last steps to my door.

He chuckles as he slowly stands, and I type in my doorcode. The lock slides, I open the door, and he follows me inside.

I shrug out of my jacket and hang it and my bag on the hooks just inside the door. He silently lets the door shut behind him and waits for me to move further inside.

I didn’t invite him. I don’t know why he’s here. Scratch that — he’s here because somehow he knows I want him here. What I don’t know is how he knows what I want.

“Drink?” I ask, ducking into my galley kitchen for something to calm the sudden burst of nerves. 

Annie’s and Hughie’s info dump is still floating unsorted in my mind. I didn’t need or want any of that intel. In my experience, a person doesn’t go to war, have a kid, never speak of a wife, become a military contractor, and suddenly become Love and Light in their 40s. Especially not with the family history I learned about tonight. 

He doesn’t answer, so I look at him. 

He’s staring me down but nods once. I grab a couple of short tumblers and a bottle of Jameson before skating between his body and the door jamb to head over to the couch.

“So,” I pause to set our glasses on the table and fill them, then kick off my Vans and burrow into one end of the couch with my drink. “Where’ve you been?”

I assume he’s been on a mission. I’ve done enough document work for the government to get a grasp of what he does when he isn’t around.

BJ purses his lips as he bends to scoop his glass from the table and takes a swig. After a moment, he replies. “I didn’t come here to talk, Brandy.”

I nod. “Then what’d you come here to do?”

This is a dumb ass question on my part, but part of me wants him to say it.

He sighs. “I had a long, hard couple of weeks, and just want to relax.” He turns and sits in a very unrelaxed fashion on the edge of my sofa.

“So we’re drinking in silence. Got it.”

He half-shrugs and downs his whiskey before setting the glass back on the table. “We could do more than drink in silence.” 

He looks at me, tension straining his eyes, his brow, and the breadth of his shoulders. 

“You came here to take your frustrations out on me? That’s neighborly.”

He arches a brow. “You’re the one who shoved me into a chair before unceremoniously climbing on my dick, so I could say the same for you.”

I scowl into my glass. “That was...” My words trail off.

“Was? What?”

“I thought it was a one-time thing.”

He tilts his head. “Did you?”

“Well, I didn’t plan on this.”

I didn’t. I’m not making a lot of plans these days. I am truly at the mercy of my gut, and I don’t hate it.

He sighs and leans toward me to take my half-empty glass and set it next to his on the table. “Whatever this is, planned or not, you want it. We don’t need to talk about it.”

He’s closer than before, leaning into me, waiting. I can feel his tension vibrating me. And I do want it. I want him. Because I’m a grown woman who is having what feels like an existential crisis. I’m trying to make mistakes to jolt myself out of a malaise for Christ’s sake.

“Come on, Applejack,” he mutters, drawing lazy circles on the worn knee of my jeans.

I pitch forward to pull my sweater over my head and toss it into the armchair beside the couch, revealing my bodysuit, and reach for him. 

But he’s faster. He hooks one hand under one of my knees and pulls, opening my thighs and dragging me to my back so he can cradle his hips in the opening. I drag my nails up his side under his Henley as he settles over me, dipping in to press kisses to my throat and jaw.

His bare skin is hot, and his muscles are rigid. He sighs and groans into my neck, sliding a hand underneath to arch it and lifting to nip and suck my collarbones.

We don’t talk. He’s a man of action, after all, but my brain is having a hard time reconciling Dream BJ with Real BJ and the stories of Tripp. Dream BJ never shuts up. Dream BJ says filthy, degrading things. Real BJ uses his mouth in other ways. I don’t know anything about Tripp.

He reaches between us to pop the button on my jeans, pulls my zipper down, and pushes his hand inside to cup my pussy, groaning and shuddering as he rubs and fingers at the crotch of my bodysuit. Then he unsnaps the gusset with a hum. 

The thick pads of his fingers separate my folds to slide over and around my clit while his other hand fists and twists my curls. When he tugs, it sends a shockwave of pleasure from my scalp to my toes. 

I shout and buck my hips. I’m so wet, and he’s so sure. He licks his lips and looks down between us to watch me fuck against his hand. His fingers slip inside, and I hiss. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, watching, rotating my clit with his thumb. “Fuck my hand. Such a good girl.”

I nod and huff, doing what I’m told. My legs are spread wide, and I have one foot on the floor for leverage as I beg him, “pull my hair again.”

He switches the heel of his hand for his thumb and presses down, pushing himself up and yanking my head back. 

“Oh, god!” My back arches, and I slam against his hand. 

He’s got two fingers tightly curled against my g-spot and keeps my neck painfully arched as he twists my hair and watches me come completely undone.

I’m breathless and sweating as he whirls like a dervish — boots and socks and denim flying, my bodysuit ripped over my head and his henley over his, couch cushions over the back of the couch, condom wrapper opened, and then, he’s inside me. 

He gathers my wrists in one hand above my head and grips one of my hips tight before falling into a cadence. I brace my foot against my coffee table to open myself wider, and he grits his teeth, seething at the ceiling. His grip bruises my hip and wrists, and he’s pounding my pussy so hard I’ll be bruised there as well. 

“Fuck yes,” he breathes, looking back down at me with a frightening edge. “You like it fucking rough, don’t you?”

I breathe and nod, gasping for air. I do. I love it. I always have, but have never had it this good.

He huffs a laugh, slightly shifting his angle, and I holler and convulse. “Right fucking there. Fucking take it. Shit.”

I’m coming again, and his hips stutter and shake.

+++

“Why do you have to make everything sound so crass?”

I grunt to get out from under him.

“I don’t.” He sits up and leans back into the one remaining cusion. “Your tight-ass value system tells you it’s crass.”

I roll my eyes. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know more about you than you think. I know what you want. I know what you’re afraid of. I know what you dream about.”

This is why I hate rollercoasters and gambling — it’s the debilitating anxiety from the unknown. And if a rollercoaster were a person, Benjamin James Davis III would be that person.

I get up from our post-coital conversation and wrap myself in a couch throw before walking to the kitchen to fill a couple of glasses with water. When I get back to the couch, he’s lounging nude with a half-hard cock, smoking a cigarette. I was so blinded by what he was doing to me five minutes ago that I didn’t fully acknowledge the completely bare sculpted shoulders, broad, hard chest, and ripples of musculature decorated with scars and ink. Just as I’d imagined so many times.

“I don’t have an ashtray, you asshole,” I say, handing him one of the glasses. He makes a face at the glass and then sets it on the coffee table, drops his lit cigarette into the water, and follows me to my bedroom. 

Once inside, he yanks the throw from around me and drops it to the floor. The cold filtered water from my fridge dispenser splashes my chest, and the glass slips from my hand to join the throw with a soft thud.

He loops an arm around my middle, pulling my back to his chest, and immediately cups and tilts my chin to dip in and capture my lips. The angle should be uncomfortable, but instead, it burns away the final vestiges of my self-consciousness. I’m stripped of shame and second thoughts, and my brain hums with pleasure.

He kisses me, demanding, dominating as one hand drags down my throat to my breasts and the other slides up to splay across my stomach. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before nipping along my jaw to my ear. 

He tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, and the soft whiskers of his neatly trimmed beard make me shiver. One hand cups and squeezes my breasts, his fingers pull my nipples taut, and he burrows his face in the crook of my neck.

“You smell like caramel, Applejack. What is that?”

“Are we really talking about perfume? Fuck.”

I push out of his hold and walk around my bed to slide under the covers. He doesn’t get underneath, and he stops me from doing so as he crawls across the bed from the other side, dragging me prostrate before climbing astride my thighs.

“Only brought one condom, but I could go a few more rounds.” He grabs a couple of handfuls of my ass, slowly sliding his thumbs up the seam. “Took the edge off for sure. Let me show you what I can do when I’m less,” he pauses to squeeze and then smack my flesh. “Tense.”

I shake my mess of curls out of the way to look over my shoulder at him. “In the bedside drawer.”

He licks his lips and grins. “Good girl.”

He backs off me, so I take the respite to stretch and twist my spine. I already feel like I’ve gone several rounds with a fucking hurricane. It’s a damn good thing that I work from home because I will not be at the top of any one of my games tomorrow.

After rifling through my drawer, he tosses a strip of three condoms on the bed and then dives face down atop the comforter between my legs. “You smell so good,” he nestles along the insides of my thighs before lightly nosing and kissing my folds. 

I clench the duvet in my fists, and my back arches with an exhale. “I smell like sex and B.O..”

“Yeah, good and fucked and primed for more.” He grips the backs of my thighs tight and opens me wider to swipe the breadth of his tongue against my clit. “Such an easy touch; I’m gonna have you howling at the moon in less than 30 seconds.” 

I roll my eyes, even though I know he’s right. All I have to do is think about him, and I’m on the edge. “You’re so fucking smug.”

He props himself up on his elbows and snags my gaze. “Wanna bet?”

“Bet what?”

“That I can make you scream in less than 30 seconds.”

I’m loud. My ex wasn’t the biggest fan. He thought it was trashy, so I learned how to keep quiet.

I smirk. “What’re the stakes?”

“I win — and I will — I get to fuck your ass.”

I shiver. “OK. And if I win-”

“You won’t.”

“If I win, no kissing.”

He scoffs. “You love my mouth and everything I use it for, Applejack. Why on earth would you not want me to kiss you?”

“You have your terms, and I have mine, Benjamin.”

A wicked grin and edge adorn his handsome face. It should scare me, but it fuels me. He loves kissing. He knows his mouth is a fucking wonderland. But I know mouths can do so many things.

“Deal.” He slowly lowers, and I lie back and stretch out.

One at a time, I drape my knees over his accommodating shoulders. This gives me the advantage I need to move just right. And, god, his mouth really was made for this. 

His hands are everyplace they should be, fingers in and around, tongue lapping and fucking inside. He hugs my thigh to his shoulder, rising to his knees and working a finger inside to crook just right as he sucks my clit between pillowy his lips. 

It is less than 30 seconds when I come, and it’s wet. I squirt and squirm, but I’m quiet about it because I will win this bet. It’s not that I don’t want to know if he can make me come fucking my ass; it’s that, since the moment I met him, I wanted to be on top.

“You little shit,” he says, dropping my knees from his shoulders. “You came so hard and didn't make a fucking sound. I guess I should give you a trophy, but I’m kinda pissed.”

I sit up and shift back, laughing. “Uh-uh, Benny. No kissing, I said so.”

He mutters under his breath as he reaches for one of my ankles and yanks. “Calm down, baby girl, I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want a little taste.”

When he pitches forward, I take advantage of his balance and tackle him, rolling him to his back and climbing on top, reaching for a condom.

“Behave,” I tell him, ripping open the package before rolling the condom over his length and guiding him inside me. “My turn.”

He drops his head to my mattress with arms open wide as I set my pace.

Chapter Three

Series Master List | Other Soldier Boy Fic

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[thegamingcatmom]

How do you think the denalis would react to a reader who loves giving head?

Same question for the Resident evil ladies

I mean-

Pretty much that, LMAO.

Ofc they´re all for it. What´s not to love about a beautiful lady expressing that love and devotion by devouring you like she´s got them cravings? 😩🤌

So, I´d say the inward reaction is more or less the same, no matter which lady we´re talking.

On the outside, however-

Listen, some of us got a reputation to uphold, aight?

...With that said:

(Imma switch to "you" here cause it flows a lot better and makes for a more immersive feeling. ;3)

Warning Promise: Things are about to get rather gay.

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Tanya Denali:

doesn´t care about the place

outside, inside, up, down, above, under - great, she´ll take it

she does care about the position though

we´ve been through this - she´s no Bottom

so, don´t expect her to lie down like a pillow princess

she´s a leader, ffs

an alpha

she´s either gonna be sitting (preferably on your face) or standing

perhaps she´ll lift a leg for easier access if she´s standing

then it´s showtime

she enjoys herself thoroughly and has no problem letting the world know

why shouldn´t they know?

you belong to her just as she belongs to you, after all

let them hear

when she´s feeling particularly naughty, she´ll make sure to sound as much like a porn star as she can manage

to say she loves it when you turn as red as a lobster would be quite the understatement

it drives her wild

which is one of the reasons she does it in the first place

the other reason is to ensure her sisters won´t come within miles of the two of you

(and they better stay there)

...it´s also a massive boost to her ego though, it has to be said

seeing the effect she has on you, even when she´s the one receiving?

more often than not, that´s the final straw for her

Kate Denali:

like Tanya, she doesn´t really care about the place

but, unlike Tanya, she also doesn´t care about the position

she´s just damn happy to be here, yknow?

will curse

a lot

will also compliment you

a lot

it´s actually a combination, like-

"Fuck! You´re so pretty down on your knees. All f-for me? Fucking...p-perfect! My perfect little princezná. God-"

she loves letting you know what a mess she is

all because of you

her perfect little warrior

she´ll always worship you, even when she´s the one receiving

and not just vocally

she´ll touch anywhere she can reach

will comb her fingers through your hair

will cradle and stroke your cheek/s

stroke your back

massage your shoulders

just anywhere, yknow?

she needs that contact

(she might be a battle-hardened warrior, but she´ll turn into a huge sap softie for the right person)

she´s surprisingly sentimental too, afterwards

one might even call it poetic

"If my heart could still remember how to beat, it would race in your presence...my perfect little warrior."

Irina Denali

(I know that´s not from Twilight, but listen: I need me some gifs where Irina aka Maggie looks happy, pls and ty. 😭)

she´s big Mama

(yes, I´ll keep saying it because it´s important)

she finds your enthusiasm absolutely endearing

will giggle

hand covering her mouth and all

scrunching her nose

(she´s so precious)

unlike her sisters, she prefers a more private location

preferably in your shared bedroom

she might be convinced to do it just about anywhere in the house though, as long as it can be assured it´s free of prying eyes and ears

outside might work, but only if the area is rather secluded

(she´s a private person, aight? even more so when it comes to anything bedroom-related, like, excuse? it´s hard enough sharing you with her sisters, so she´s not gonna go and give some strangers a show that´s meant for her eyes alone-)

(...fine, and her sisters´)

(ugh)

vampires don´t get cramps or anything, but she still prefers lying down for it

it just makes the experience more intense for her because, despite being quite literally indestructible, she craves that vulnerability

it´s all about having someone you can bare your soul to, someone who gets you on a deep emotional level

she needs that connection to be able to fully let herself go

but when she does, oh boy-

she´ll make the sweetest sounds

whimpering, moaning, mewling - all of it rather high-pitched and shifting in volume, depending on how close she is

won´t stop running her fingers through your hair

will whisper sweet nothings

"My good girl...making me feel so good...I love you...so much."

will keep calling you her "good girl" all the way through because she loves seeing the effect it has on you

which affects her in return

which affects you in return

which affects-

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Without further ado, onto the Village Ladies!

(Not sure if you were referring solely to the Dimi sisters? Anyhow, my thirsty ass added two more, hope you don´t mind. 🙃✌️)

Bela Dimitrescu

she´s a Momma´s girl

which means she's a mix between condescending and encouraging

(more condescending though)

will keep calling you her "little one"

she talks a lot actually

someone has to make sure you´re reminded of your place, after all

and of hers

(all that talking is more or less for her own ego tbh)

(she´s got a reputation to uphold, aight?)

(she´s more bark than bite, most of the time)

(except when she isn´t)

(that shit hurts like a bitch btw)

"Look at you, little one...d-down on your knees for me...as it s-should be..."

"You should count yourself l-lucky, little one...to be in a position d-desired by...many-" *proceeds to break into incoherent mumbling*

"S-Serve me well, little one, and I will...I will ask Mother to...k-keep you..."

(jokes on you, that was never a question)

you would never dare say it out loud (you rather enjoy living, tyvm), but the fact she´s such a tryhard will never not amuse you

it´s very obvious she´s trying to mimic her mother

trying to be all intimidating and shit

emphasis on trying

because she fails spectacularly at it

every time

she reminds you of a spitting kitten actually

(those claws hurt like a mf though)

Cassandra Dimitrescu

(I fucking love that shot. Look at that lazy ass bish. You just know she cba about pretty much anything.)

she´s a bit like Kate actually

minus the whole worshipping

which means she´ll pretty much curse the whole way through

also loves to dirty talk

"Fuck! Someone´s been practising, hm? F-Fucking the maids in secret, are you? Dirty little whore, of course you are...f-fuck! MORE!"

she´s loud

very

and proud

very

she loves letting the whole castle know just what the two of you are up to

especially because it annoys the heck outta her sisters

(especially Bela)

also has her sickle with her

always

(it´s her partner in crime, what did ya expect?)

she´ll use it as a way to ground herself

literally

sometimes, it misses you by a hair´s breadth when she goes about impaling the ground right next to you or the wall she´s leaning against

dw, she knows what she´s doing

...probably

listen-

there´s no way she´s gonna let such a dedicated little thing like you slip through her fingers

much less on accident

what a waste that would be

so I´d say you´re pretty safe

(for now)

Daniela Dimitrescu

she´s vibrating

literally

getting her to remain somewhat still is a struggle, lemme tell ya

she´s like a hyperactive puppy

and she chitters like a little birdie

sometimes, she´ll hiss like a spitting kitten too

with Dani, you got a whole farm in your bedroom, it has to be said

she´ll keep telling you how much she loves you

then she´ll switch to almost beheading you

accidently, ofc

she´s just so...excited, yknow?

and she has a rather tight grip on your hair indeed

oh wait, she´s back to telling you how much she loves you

...

it also becomes painfully clear to her that you haven´t said it back yet

"D-Don´t you love me?!"

...

"Mine, you´re mineminemineminemine-"

that´s her fav word btw

she´ll chant it like a mantra almost all the way through

sometimes, she´ll scream it too

"SAY THAT YOU´RE MINE!"

...

she´s back to telling you how she´s always dreamed of finding true love

all loving and tenderly

a stark contrast to the maniac who almost beheaded you only seconds ago

accidently, ofc

she loves you

"Y-You´re mine...my...my Princess Charming...aren´t you? J-Just like...in the books...yes? We shall have a...A SPRING WEDDING!"

...

ofc my love, whatever you say my love

(I luv u pls no kill)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

she´s Big Mama

literally

but also Scary Mama

literally

she´ll have them claws out just because

(mostly to intimidate you, let´s be real)

it makes her feel like the apex predator that she is as she reclines in that big chair of hers

it´s massive, really

(we still talking about the chair?)

one leg propped up as she´s being served like a true queen

as it should be

she´ll watch you with a mix of endearment and loftiness (much like in the gif)

dancing the tips of her claws along your back

or stroking them up and down

or running them through your hair when she´s having an extra soft moment

(those are rare)

her other hand is occupied holding a glass of wine

(duh)

swirling it occasionally

taking a sip here and there

in the meantime, she´ll be fantasizing about all the ways she could end your life

(shit turns dark rather quickly in this household)

a swipe of her hand would suffice...

it´s about power, aight?

thinking about the power she holds drives her wild

she also loves taunting you

"Sssuch a nimble little mouse..."

"Or perhaps...masochistic would be a more fitting term, hm? So eager to ssserve...a dragon..."

you won´t catch her moaning and whimpering like a mutt in heat

instead, she´ll draw out some of the syllables

or hiss

sometimes, she´ll pause in between words (probs the most apparent sign that what you´re doing is affecting her a lot more than she lets on)

when she´s getting closer, the occasional grunt might escape too

more like a growl, really

however, despite her aloof demeanor, she can´t deny that she finds your devotion most...charming

that´s probs why she keeps you around in the first place

cause we all know Big Mama likes getting her ego stroked

among other things

Mother Miranda

oh boy bird

she´s Birb Mama

feathers and all

she´s also crazy Mama

crazy eyes

crazy smile

yes, she does smile

occasionally

it´s more a smirk, tbh

she does so enjoy it when her devoted little followers show her just how devoted they are

she´ll wear them robes ofc

parted just enough to allow access

feathers poking out here and there

gotta be careful not to swallow one or smt

that´d be hella uncomfortable for sure

anyhow-

you´re in the church

(duh)

but the things going on there are far from holy

she´ll stand before you

more like you´ll kneel before her

as you should be

no hands

you ain´t touching none of that

divinity shall not be sullied by the likes of you

(...we´re not gonna talk about the fact you´re sullying her alright in this very moment)

just like Big Mama, she´ll taunt you

"Is this what you wish for in your prayers at night, hm?"

running her claws (aka her rings) through your hair

"Tell me, child...does this village harbor more corrupted souls such as yourself?"

grip getting tighter

and tighter

claws starting to dig in-

*hiss*

the sound of pain evokes a small chuckle

her grip loosens a smidge in response though

(see? she´s a huge softie :3)

"Perhaps I shall cleanse it, hm? Liberate it from its sinners... What do you think, little bird?"

it´s a rhetorical question ofc

(thank fuck)

Miranda does as Miranda damn well pleases

(the idea of Miranda threatening to erase a whole village while she´s being served is so real though)

she´s very composed, all things considered

("all things" being: you eating her out as if your life depends on it)

(I mean...)

it´s almost like she´s talking about the weather or smt, honestly

then she removes her rings

the only indication you´re nearing the grand finale

now she can actually hold on tight without having to worry about impaling your pretty head

very much so

shit hurts so good like hell

but it´s also a precaution

the thing is...Miranda might not be vocal about her feelings

but she doesn´t have to be

her transforming is all the confirmation you need

it´s her way of letting go, you could say

she won´t go all out though

just parts of herself

her fingers being one of them

(yall are familiar with her mutated form, right? them fingers be going on for days)

hence, the precaution

she has lost quite a few rings that way

she´s grown rather fond of the current set

it´s got black tips and all

🖤💅🏻

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Yall noticed how it got more unhinged as we progressed? The slow descent into madness was real with this one, LMAO. 💀

I could feel the obsession starting to creep back in with every word, lel. Dani might have just become my fav among the daughters. :3

Thanks a lot for your ask! I had a lot of fun with this one. 💋

[the-final-knight]

*she's gently playing with your fingers, keeping her eyes on you instead of the clock* how long does this last...

*Tanya is wandering nearby, calling your name*

*Selma is slumped at the bottom of the ravine, a small fire is sending up smoke, her voice is incredibly weak*

Help...

( @gold-dragon-tanya )

[emzyxst]

『Sindel mom HCS』

💜 Although she loves her daughters equally, she likes the phrase "You don't love anyone in the world like you love your first child".

💜 She makes bad jokes at family dinners, but the girls genuinely laugh.

💜 "Who's in the video? Your friend?"

💜 She liked to lay down and cuddle her babies for long periods of time.

💜 She used to break up Kitana and Mileena's fights by making them hug and apologize.

💜 She used to watched Kitana and Mileena from afar as they played.

💜 Liu Kang gave her two ergonomic baby carriers to carry her daughters on her chest, she and Jerrod used those for a LONG time.

💜 She walked with five-year-old Kitana through the garden, showing her the flowers and teaching her about the colors and smells of each one, which later became a hobby for the girl.

💜 As for Mileena, she took her to private museums in the palace and showed her the clothing and statues of the all the empresses Outworld has ever had, teaching family history and legacy.

💜 She always insisted that Mileena and Kitana have at least five Umgadis protecting them when they went for walks outside the palace (this was after Jerrod's death), she hated the thought of some possible usurper trying to murder her girls.

💜 She wasn't very social, rarely going out on festivals with Jerrod, but after the girls were born her public appearances became almost zero.

💜 After Mileena's illness was officially confirmed by the healer, Sindel felt so helpless that she dispatched thousands of legions after Outworld's best healers.

💜 She blames herself for having pressured Mileena to the point that the girl had to flee during the night without any royal guard, resulting in her scar in the eyebrow and the tarkatan infirmity.

💜 During the banquet she kept an eye on Mileena almost the entire time, subtly hiding her glances at her daughter, until she signals Tanya to check on Mileena.

💜 She is very patient, she wouldn't mind explaining the same thing to the girls many times.

💜 She is definitely more strict with Mileena for judging her too reckless for a future empress.

💜 She spoiled the twins a lot when they were children, but not to the point of making them arrogant.

💜 She told the girls some stories she had lived and heard in Edenia.

💜 She is definitely a strict but loving mother.

💜 When Mileena got hurt, Sindel would give her a long scolding after making sure to clean and bandage the wound.

💜 As a mother of twins she knew, too much silence = mess being made.

💜 She would always lie down with the twins and sing them to sleep.

💜 She definitely didn't lay a finger on the girls, but ear pulling was a given!

[borderlandsresearcher]

MK Girlies as Moms x Reader 💙🩷

(Kitana, Mileena+Tanya, Cassie Cage)

CW: pregnancy, motherhood, gn reader, poly relationship mentioned, not proofread, I am not a writer!!!

TW: slight mentions/references to death in Mileena's section

(A/N @ the bottom as always)

Kitana

*As a young girl, Kitana had always admired her mother for the caring and gentle role model she was.

*When it was Kitana's time to embrace motherhood, she did so with little to no fear. Not only was she confident in her abilities as a mother, but knew that if she ever needed help, that she has a supportive family and an entire kingdom of willing subjects to fall back on.

*Would most likely have twins if she were to give birth (that's genetics mama).

*Kitana didn't need to do half as much research as you did before your child(ren) was/were born. Motherhood was seemingly natural to her; waking up in the middle of the night completely unbothered to deal with the crying baby-- laughing anytime the baby spit or spewed-- cleaning up their messes without protest...

*Despite this, Kitana was exhausted. While she made it seem effortless, she needs the extra help more than anything.

*Because of Kitana's willingness to hide her true emotions, especially from those she loves, you had to sit her down and convince her that you don't mind splitting the responsibilities.

*There were days when you had to basically force her to take a break, tattling on her to Mileena so that she could relax under the empress's orders.

*Kitana always wants to be around her children. She loves everything they do, cheering them on at every opportunity.

*Definitely the type of mom to cry when their baby rolls over for the first time.

*Takes them for walks around the palace gardens, pointing out different plants and insects to teach them about.

*Every night at bedtime, she will either sing them a song or tell them a story. Each song she sings and story she tells all have to do with their ancestors and the lessons their lives had to teach.

*She wants them to be in touch with the land from whence they came, the same way her mother did. Although this can cause her to be strict at times.

*The older her children got, the stricter she was. Kitana will fully expect her child to marry an Edenian. You will have to call her out for being hypocritical if you are not Edenian and still married.

*Is an overall amazing mother, but sometimes needs a reminder that she's deserving of the same love she gives.

Mileena x Tanya x You

*Three parents? Y'all are good fr.

*Whether you decide to adopt or conceive, your children will be loved beyond comprehension.

*Mileena also greatly looked up to her mother as a child. But ever since she was infected with tarkat, her mother seemed to grow distant, favouring Kitana over her.

*She ensures your children will not face the same fate, loving them all equally and splitting attention between parents.

*Unfortunately, for the longest time Mileena refused to let her children sleep seperately from the three of you. This is due to the trauma she still holds from losing her father, even if he as returned, it still runs deep.

*She becomes such a softie for her kids.

*Will spoil them with clothes made of expensive fabrics and toys made of gold. She's excessive AF.

*She entrusts Li Mei with training them in Kombat when they are of age.

*As for Tanya, she is always telling them stories, even if they don't fully understand yet. (Y'all her voice is soothing af fr)

*Cries tears of joy when they call her "mama" for the first time. She has never felt a love greater than this.

*Knows that she is raising the Empress's heirs, so she can be quite strict at times.

*Politics are a thing your children are familiar with from a young age.

*Mileena and Tanya know how exhausting life in the palace can be, so every so often they allow you to take the children into the city for a day out.

*The three of you are great parents, the perfect balance of emotional availability and strictness. Your children grow up knowing they are supported.

Cassie Cage

*As much as she loved her mother, she always felt that Sonya could have been more attentive as a parent.

*Cassie will be more like Johnny and treat her child like royalty, giving them nicknames like "prince/princess".

*Unlike Johnny, however, she takes her time to plan out her/your pregnancy. She has baby fever like crazy, but still takes the time to make sure the two of you are mentally prepared to carry such a heavy burden.

*Will go to her father and uncle Jax for advice.

*Goes crazy when doing baby shopping, bringing a whole new meaning to overconsumption, especially if she's the one whose pregnant. Will nest like crazy.

*She would most likely be in her mid 30's-40's when she chooses to have a baby. Earthrealm still needs protecting!

*TONS of pregnancy photos posted onto social media but refuses to post her child's face anywhere, even if it's private.

*Cassie does not want her child to be a part of the SF. Will do everything she can to shield them from violence. She will, however, teach them self defence and how to shoot a gun.

*Jacqui and Takeda are the godparents <3

*She's the fun, party parent, and promises to always be her child's best friend.

*She still dishes out discipline, but makes sure to first hear them out no matter how angry or bratty they are being. Refuses to yell or grab her child in any way. Much prefers to talk things out and acknowledge each other's emotions. You often find the two deep in intellectual discussion.

*Johnny is best grandpa!!! He will take your child out for little dates around LA, making a game out of avoiding paparazzi. Spoils tf out of them. They want that Gucci teddy bear? He's buying five. They want to do sport or music? He's paying for every lesson. He already has a college fund set up for them the moment you and Cassie announce you're pregnant.

*Cassie loves her dad jokes. They are nonstop, and even worse when Johnny is around to encourage her!

*She is an amazing mother and wife, always making sure everyone around her (including herself) are stable and healthy.

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A/N: I fucking suck at this shit

Hope y'all enjoyed! I only really had ideas for these four, so hopefully that's okay :)

I'm not much of a writer, so your support means a lot to me! Thanks to all of those who like/reblog/comment. It means a lot :)

Let me know what you think! I take constructive criticism!!!

[m-beloved]

we NEEEDD a part two of that kitana fic where kitana and y/n gets together (intros please)

The people have spoken. Eat up fuckers!!! Pt.1 here

Gn reader, implied past romance with Bi-Han, reader works as Liu Kang's assistant/secretary, current romance with Kitana, Kinda Ooc characters, reader is immortal/has an extended life

Kitana vs Bi-Han

Kitana: It seems that they've moved on from you. Bi-Han: I will make you pay!

Bi-Han: They were mine and will be after I rip your head off and gift it to them. KItana: A shame I'll slice yours clean off first then.

Kitana: I won't let you do more harm to them! Bi-Han: As if you could do anything to me.

Kitana: You may have been their first, but I will be their last. Bi-Han: A foolish dream that I will wake you up from.

Bi-Han: I will reclaim them from you. Kitana: They aren't yours to claim.

Bi-Han: You took them from me! Kitana: I saved them from you.

Kitana: You've given them nothing but pain and tears, I won't let you cause more! Bi-Han: They caused those pain and tears themself, I've given them chances to let me heal them.

Bi-Han: No matter what, I will always be their first. Kitana: Something that I will make sure they forget.

Johnny Cage vs Bi-Han

Johnny: How does it feel to have your ex move on? Bi-Han: They haven't moved on, this is nothing more than a brief distraction I will remove.

Johnny: How does it feel to have your ex move on? Bi-Han: They are not my ex, nor have they moved on!

Johnny: I don't blame Kitana, hell if she hadn't swept them away I would have. Bi-Han: I will freeze both your blood and break your bodies into pieces!

Johnny: I don't blame them, Kitana is one of a kind! Bi-Han: You can keep her.

Johnny: They- Bi-Han: Shut your mouth Cage! Johnny: I didn't even- Bi-Han: Shut it!

You vs Bi-Han

Bi-Han: Just a "good friend", huh? You: Bi-Han...I didn't mean for it to be like that. Things just...escalated.

Bi-Han: You said you "just have a lot in common". You: I never meant for it to happen, but I don't regret it.

You: Bi-Han, I've moved on. Bi-Han: I'll remind you of my presence and bring you back to me then.

Bi-Han: What does Kitana have that I don't? You: Bi-Han, please.

Bi-Han: This is why I don't trust you with anyone. You: This is why we didn't work out!

Bi-Han: Is it because she's softer? You: Bi-Han, we've talked about this!

You: Bi-Han, things change. I still love you, I'm just not in love with you. Bi-Han: I wish you still were.

Bi-Han: You could still rule the Lin Kuei by my side. You: I've already chosen Kitana's side.

You: I love you Bi-Han, but there's too much between us and I need to move on to heal. Bi-Han: We could have healed together.

Kitana vs you

Kitana: I am so happy to have you by my side. You: As am I, my princess.

Kitana: If Bi-Han tries anything with you, tell me. You: He won't be able to do anything, you need not worry Kitana.

You: I live to serve you, my princess. Kitana: *embarrassed chuckle* You don't have to do anything for me, my darling.

You: I hope Raiden isn't too hurt because of me... Kitana: He will heal and get over this.

Kitana: I can't believe you're finally mine. You: I can't believe you wanted me.

You: I've known you for decades, yet it's funny how we've only recently confessed. Kitana: I've loved you for decades, but I saw the way you looked at Bi-Han and loved your happiness more.

You: Mileena seems to be hostile towards me. Kitana: She's just overprotective, like all siblings are.

You: Did I mess up at dinner? Kitana: You did well, my love. Mother and Mileena have deemed you acceptable.

Kitana: The double date with Tanya and Mileena was interesting. I wouldn't mind going on another one. You: I'll arrange another one soon, my princess.

Johnny Cage vs you

Johnny: Well well well! Look who just scored a princess! You: Shush, you don't have to scream it to the whole world!

Johnny: Is dating Kitana as good as you thought it'd be? You: It's...perfect actually.

Johnny: Have you moved on from Bi-Han? You: ...It's tough. But I've got Kitana, and I couldn't ask for anyone better.

Johnny: I can't tell if I'm more jealous of you or Kitana. You: ...What?

Johnny: Bossy blue-ice seems to have gotten even worse after hearing about Outworld's latest couple. You: I...There's nothing I can do about it but hope he doesn't harm anyone.

You: Cage, tell your camera crew to stop following me and Kitana everywhere! Johnny: Oh damn, sorry about that!

Johnny: I could practically see the heartbreak in Raiden's eyes when he heard you two were a thing together! You: I hope he isn't too upset with me...

Mileena vs you

Mileena: If you ever hurt my sister, I will make sure you won't be able to hurt anyone ever again. You: I promise I will never do anything that would upset her.

You: I really like your sister. She's one of the best things that ever happened to me. Mileena: Than you better treat her like it.

Mileena: I heard that you and the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei had something. You: It was in the past, and I'm happy with Kitana now.

You: If you like, me and Kitana could go somewhere with you and Tanya. I believe Earthrealmers call it a "Double date". Mileena: Sounds intriguing. I'll think about it.

You: Did I do well at dinner? I'm still learning about Outworld customs. Mileena: For someone who has rarely eaten in Outworld, I will admit you acted well.

Mileena: Keep Bi-Han away from Kitana, I don't trust him around her. You: I will protect her with my life.

Sindel vs you

Sindel: If you lay a finger on my daughter, I will not hesitate to break it. You: I would never dream of it m'am.

Sindel: Kitana thinks highly of you. Don't let her down. You: I won't, I promise.

You: Your highness, if me and Kitana were to get betrothed, what kind of ceramonies would take place? Sindel: It is too soon to let you know.

You: Apologies for my manners at dinner, I'm not the most accustomed to Outworld dinning customs and manners. Sindel: For someone still learning, you're more polite than some of the people who's lived in Outworld their entire lives.

Sindel: How long have you served Liu Kang for? You: Oh, I'm afraid I can't remember. But he's one of the best people I could ask to serve under.

Liu Kang vs you

Liu Kang: I've heard about you and Kitana, you have my blessing. You: Thank you lord Liu Kang. I hope this relationships works out better than my last.

You: May I ask for advice on dating Kitana's counterpart? Liu Kang: As I said, that is something you should find out on your own.

Liu Kang: Have you moved on? You: I'd like to think so. I adore Kitana, and she has been nothing but the best.

You: Bi-Han isn't taking the news well. Liu Kang: He does not decide your life.

You: I think I made a good impression on Mileena and Empress Sindel. Liu Kang: I told you those lessons on Outworld customs and manners would help.

Liu Kang: Kitana has liked you ever since she has laid eyes on you, similarly to Bi-Han. You: I...had no idea she pinned after me for that long.

Liu Kang: I assume this relationship will not affect your duties? You: Of course not my lord. I will still serve you the best I can.

A/n: Okay so this was kinda rushed so that's why it's a bit sloppy and badly written. For some reason Mk1 intros are easy to make up for me, but I still feel like I'm making the characters Ooc. Anyway if you want this series to continue then just give me an idea and if I like it I'll work off it.

[mskyrathefroggo]

The Noble Trials Earis.

Here’s my Earis I’ve named her

Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves

Their first name was given by a friend who thought my name (Kyra) would fit with the period but I already self-inserted myself with Luca (as you may be able to tell) so,

I wanted to put a spin on it and named them Kyranix. It just seemed fitting, this outfit currently at this moment is her combat attire. I originally went in between combat attire and formal wear but looking at other fanart of the crumpets Earis and Zaros. Kyranix’s outfit just didn’t fit in with the period

When making Kyranix’s look I based her design off of Tanya from Mortal Kombat and Kida from Atlantis and some tidbits of Egyptian and Greek origins because for me that’s what the ethics he gets from their father and Queen Roena

Now when it comes to Sakuverse Oc’s I like to have them have some relationship to me in some type of way whether that be in appearance personality or experiences some of them might be unique some might be similar but for now Kyranix has a unique one is Vitiligo, now I have vitiligo, at a younger age I was scared and ashamed of it until I grew up and grown to appreciate it and that’s what I wanted for him but I had Kyranix a lot more vitiligo than I had,

Now for the more interesting part.

Who is Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves

(Kai•Ran•Icks) (neh-le-nia) (Cal-yo-men-E)

Age:???

Height: 5’9/6’0

Birthday: March 21st (Aries)

Favorite flower: Marigold

Eye color: Malachite

Guilty pleasure: collecting and secretly reading forbidden or controversial texts, such as poetry, philosophy, or tales of rebellion.

Natural Resting Bitch Face

Identical appearance to their grandmother

Soprano

Favorite animal: Lynx or a Phoenix

Has selective Luck

Acrobatic

Non-Binary

Now ima skip the obvious parts. Kyranix is an effortlessly beautiful complex, layered individual—a mix of brilliance, fire, and deep-seated vulnerability.

While she carries themselves with the regal composure expected of Serulla's heir, they often defy expectations with a sharp wit and a penchant for mischief. Kyranix is deeply intelligent, but they mask it behind a free-spirited, sometimes joyful exterior, knowing when to switch gears and focus when the stakes are high.

They’re fiercely independent yet plagued by a longing for validation, especially from authority figures—a result of both their upbringing and their struggles with bipolar disorder.

Their fiery temper and sarcastic humor are often shields against the loneliness and pressure they feel as the kingdom’s heir. Despite their emotional walls, Kyranix possesses an unshakable loyalty to their people and a strong moral compass, even when personal pain threatens to derail their judgment.

I’d note that Kyranix is very smart she just chooses to not be on the daily but knows when the time comes to be serious they just like to mess with people as they prefer an unpredictable persona

Talents and Skills:

Harp Playing: A skill she’s mastered as a way to channel his emotions when words fail. Their music is hauntingly beautiful, often reflective of their inner turmoil.

Ballet: Kyranix uses her flexibility and training in ballet not only as an art form but as a way to express control and discipline—something he struggles with emotionally.

Bo/Staff Combat: A weapon of choice that reflects her personality: elegant but fierce, and capable of immense power when wielded correctly.

For lore at this moment until Saku changes something up

Kyranix’s long hair and its style was a tribute to their father who wasn’t in their life long I kinda scrapped that idea because it didn’t make sense, especially with this alt costume

Scrapped Alternative Costume

But I did keep the father figure trauma because why not

Kyranix suffers from emotional turmoil and bipolar disorder and searches for validation from others; they become aggressive, angry, and resentful of paternal figures. She may also struggle with social adjustment and develop behavioral problems due to Kyranix’s status he was trained to be the best

Relationship with Zaros:

Her relationship with Zaros is a battlefield of emotions—anger, betrayal, unresolved feelings, and undeniable chemistry. Zaros’s teasing clashes with Kyranix’s fiery temper, creating a dynamic where every argument is layered with tension and unspoken truths. Zaros might see through their façade in a way that no one else can, both infuriating and intriguing Kyranix.

Kyranix herself won’t admit it but she does enjoy Zaros company as in all truth Zaros was his only true friend as many other people were just Kyranix’s friends because of their status when they were kids Zaros gave Kyranix a gift which was the marigold earrings they wear and swore and refuse to ever take off

As much as Kyranix is set on pursuing the future behind those walls she is afraid of the future and what her fate holds

Name Origin:

The name Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves combines elements of strength, beauty, and duality. "Kyranix" symbolizes a balance of light and darkness which means "little dark one" or "beam of light", reflecting their complex personality.

"Nehellenia" connects to a protective and mystical nature, inspired by a goddess of prosperity and the sea.

"Calliomene" highlights their elegance and creativity, tying to their artistic talents and emotional depth, while "Ilves" represents independence and a fierce, cunning spirit.

Together, the name embodies a powerful, multifaceted individual who is both regal and deeply introspective, shaped by their struggles and aspirations. The name also could be interpreted as: "The radiant protector with a fierce, beautiful soul, guided by duality and independence.”

Dancer Attire:

Random Facts About Kyranix:

Silent Strategist:

Kyranix might often be found quietly observing situations, calculating the best course of action without letting anyone know they're already ten steps ahead. They enjoy playing the long game and outsmarting others, even if they appear carefree.

A Lover of the Night:

Despite their royal responsibilities, Kyranix has a deep appreciation for the nighttime, often going on late-night walks or sitting by a window to watch the stars while reflecting on their inner thoughts. The stillness of night gives them clarity and peace.

Hides Their Vulnerability Behind Humor:

Kyranix uses sharp, sarcastic humor to deflect from moments of emotional vulnerability. It’s their way of keeping people at arm’s length, but those closest to them can see through the jokes and understand the hurt behind them.

A Collection of Gifts:

Kyranix secretly collects small tokens or mementos that hold sentimental value—things they don’t often show anyone. These could range from old books to items from people they care about, including the marigold earrings given by Zaros.

Enjoys Dancing in Private:

Given their ballet training, Kyranix occasionally lets loose and dances when no one is around, finding freedom in the fluidity of movement. It’s one of the rare times they truly feel at peace with themselves.

Imperfect Perfectionist:

While they strive for perfection in everything, from their combat skills to their leadership, Kyranix is incredibly self-critical. They often push themselves too hard, secretly fearing failure and feeling the weight of their expectations.

Loves Music with a Haunting Edge:

They play the harp beautifully, but Kyranix often leans toward darker, more melancholic pieces—music that mirrors their inner conflicts and emotional complexity.

Their Idea of Relaxation:

On rare occasions when Kyranix allows themselves a break, they might retreat to a quiet garden or secluded space, curl up with a book, and sip on a drink that relaxes them, like herbal tea or something calming like chamomile with honey.

Secret Soft Spot for Animals:

While they may not openly express it, Kyranix has a soft spot for animals, particularly those that are independent but still capable of showing affection—like cats or certain wild creatures. They may be seen feeding stray animals in secret, a small act of kindness hidden from others.

Doesn't Believe in Love (Yet):

Kyranix, due to past betrayals and emotional turmoil, has a hard time believing in true, unconditional love. They might scoff at the idea of romance but secretly long for someone who can understand their complexities without needing to fix them.

Things Kyranix Might Do:

Engage in Heated Debates:

Kyranix loves a good intellectual challenge, often debating topics like philosophy, politics, or ethics, especially when they know they’ll win or outwit the other person with their sharp reasoning.

Disguise Their Emotions:

When they're upset or hurt, Kyranix is excellent at masking it. They might throw themselves into physical training or hide behind a sarcastic comment to divert attention from their inner turmoil.

Nighttime Routines:

They might have a personal ritual, like lighting candles in a specific order or engaging in a brief meditation session to center themselves before going to sleep. It’s a time when they feel most at ease with themselves.

Take Long, Reflective Walks:

Kyranix enjoys long walks in solitude, particularly when they need to clear their head or work through their emotions. These walks might take them through royal gardens, forests, or along the edges of the kingdom.

Improvise Battle Techniques:

While trained in formal combat, Kyranix enjoys experimenting with new techniques or finding creative ways to combine different styles in the heat of battle, often surprising others with their unpredictable moves.

Challenge Authority (Subtly):

They may subtly challenge their mentors or those in authority positions, often testing their limits with sarcastic comments or questioning decisions, while still respecting the hierarchy to avoid outright rebellion.

Sneak Away from Formal Gatherings:

At royal events or formal gatherings, Kyranix might slip away unnoticed, escaping to a quiet spot where they can be alone and recharge before returning to their duties.

Keep a Journal:

Kyranix might keep a private journal or collection of poems, writing down their innermost thoughts and feelings, especially when they’re too afraid to voice them aloud. The journal might also contain strategic plans or musings about their future.

Romance Novels:

secretly enjoys reading very provocative romance novels, obsessing over the heavy scenes and dramatic characters. Despite their serious, royal exterior, they get deeply invested in the stories, even making notes in the margins and sometimes reading aloud to themselves, fully immersed in the drama. This secret hobby is a humorous contrast to their composed persona, and they'd never let anyone, especially Zaros, catch them in the act.

Second post (additional information)

[allthornsnopetals]

Unrequited love

:Includes:

T.Denali

K.Denali

I.Denali

:T.Denali:

If her dead heart could shatter it would. She has been waiting for her mate for a millennium.

To find out that you would rather be friends, messed her up.

She was rejected by Edward, indulged in the company of others, which were purely sexual, and finally being rejected by the one.

Tanya is trying to understand why. She knew you were human, so you would never experience the magnetic connection, the pull, the yearning, and the instant clasp of your heart. But that would not stop her questions of why.

Why would you not want to be with her, as she wants to be with you?

In my perspective, out of all her sisters, she would respect your wishes. And even fight the urge to turn you, so you would be her mate, her forever.

She would question you, interrogate, and even ask if there is someone else. She just wants to know why you would only have her as a friend, especially after the—in her perspective, romantic experiences—experiences you have shared together.

"You like me but you do not love me?" Said Tanya, sounding defeated as she sat beside Y/n.

Y/n nods, staring at the ground, feeling horrible for rejecting her. "Is there someone else?" Tanya questions, find Y/n's gaze.

She shook her head, confusing the vampire. "Then why, not feel the same way as I do? I thought we were on the same page... I assumed you felt the same way as I do."

"Tanya, you're my friend... A very good friend. I was new to town, but you showed up and decided to be—what I thought, was my friend." Y/n explains, trying her best not to upset Tanya, knowing she's in a rather sore situation.

Friend...

It rang through her head. She never thought, she could be friend zoned. She's Tanya Denali, a beauty, a leader, and desirable woman, who was being friend zoned by her own mate. She would kill and die for the woman beside her, but she would only simply see her as a friend.

She distanced herself for a while, until the bond was tearing through her, like a heated blade cutting through her flesh.

Whenever she sees you it pulls her apart, but when she cannot, it kills her. In a sense she can't stand herself.

She curses whomever would listen for giving her someone she cannot have. For a while Tanya would feel hollow and not even her sisters can fix it.

But if you are in danger, she would never think twice to drop everything to save you.

Also, Tanya's a vampire. She has nothing but time, so she will wait until you come around. She would still flirt, pursue, and be with you, because to her this is a challenge, and she loves a good challenge.

She'll wait until you come around, and trust me, she has nothing but patience. It's Tanya Denali, leader of her coven, her patience is her number one gift.

:K.Denali:

Kate in my perspective, is very much: 'that's cute but you're mine and I'm you'res'.

She just gives me that vibe.

So if she finally confesses her feelings and you inform her that you just want to be friends, she's laughing her ass off, and most likely changing you right then and there.

Unlike Tanya, Kate does not give a fuck for your wishes.

The bond was set, the moment her eyes met yours. The magnetic connection fed her determination, her hunger, and her drive. Once Kate sets her mind on something, she will do anything to achieve it.

Once, she turns you the bond is set, making it impossible for you not to love her as she loves you. She just hopes that you could forgive her for changing your life.

Kate barks a laugh, doubling over, holding her middle as she finds your words amusing. "Kate, I'm serious. You and I are friends, nothing more." Y/n says, beginning to feel comfortable with her reaction, and perhaps a bit frightened.

Kate wipes a fake tear, slowing her laughter, coming to an end with a large grin. "Princezná', that is funny. You're hilarious, you should be a stand up comedian." She cups Y/n's cheeks, rolling her thumbs over her warm human flesh.

"But there is one thing that I know... It's that you and I were never destined to be friends. You are my love, and I am yours." She pecks her lips, rubbing their noses together, affectionately.

Y/n's heart beats rapidly, unable to recognize the person in front of her. Pulling away, she begins collecting her belongings. "You're right we were never meant to be friends. We should have stayed as strangers." Kate laughs again, taking Y/n's hand into her own.

"That is not how mates work. You'll understand once you wake, but I must warn you, it will hurt."

She strokes your hair, comforting you as you transform. Kate knew it would be a risky thing to do, but when it comes to her beloved, she can't seem to give a single fuck.

This is giving yandere vibes, but she's obsessed, and drunk on love. (and she didn't wait for so fucking long, just to be friend zoned.

When you do come back, do expect a bit of manipulation, and a lot of apologies.

She would spend her entire life apologizing for changing you, but she knows, that the bond has infected you as it did her, so it is only so much time until you're in her arms, forgiving her, and sharing your undying love for her.

She will be waiting with a shit-eating grin.

:I.Denali:

Like Tanya and Kate, Irian has been patiently waiting for her mate, for the one, for you.

So in my perspective she isn't going to take the news very well or at all. But unlike Kate, your request to be just friends isn't going to fall to deaf ears.

She has been following the law perfectly well, until she met you, sealing the bond... Sealing her fate.

So, your rejection does not settle well with her.

Irian would not be understanding, because to pursue you is to put her family in harm's way, to break the law, to bring suffering to herself and her coven.

Sorry, babe but you're not going to get rid of her.

She would make it seem that she took your rejection well, but internally she's burning.

If she knew that you rejected her because you're already in an established relationship... Yeah not anymore. You better say good bye to that fucker, because Irina has sent them to the darkness, aka death.

She would make it appear as if they left you. Abandoned you, packed up their things and left, and broke things off with you. Making you feel unwanted, heartbroken, and low in self-esteem.

Toxic, yandere style, but she's kinda fucking crazy and feral; (thanks @thegamingcatmom, for rotting my mind, I expect composition for my therapy, that you're accompanying me to, because there is nothing right in your head. If you need evidence, look at the stuff you publish... Well, the stuff I like... WHATEVER!!)

She would be there as a 'friend' to catch you and patch up any holes, that their absence has left on you.

She would even make you rely on her, making you believe that you should have chosen her, which is fine, because she would welcome your lost heart with open arms.

"I should have listened to you." Y/n wept, cuddled deep in Irian's arms.

Irian shushes Y/n, rubbing soothing circles on her back as they lay comfortably on her couch. "It's okay, Maličký. It is not your fault, it's his. He sucks for leaving you." She wipes her tears away with her sleeve.

"Did I do something wrong? Is there something wrong with me?" Y/n sniffles, finding Irian's gaze, her eyes filled with pain.

"No, not at all. There could never be anything wrong about you. Never think that way." She pulls her into her arms, pecking gentle kisses to her hair.

"Irian?" Y/n pulls away, looking her in the eyes. The blond psycho hums, cradling her face in her cold hands, and softly kissing her head. "You won't leave me, would you?"

Irian felt her dead heart squeeze. As if she could leave her darling behind. Her heart was completely devoted to her, far too gone for her to just leave her.

"I would never. I'll break if I did."

Faster then she thought, you're cradled in her arms, spending every waking moment with her.

She of course would never tell you, that she murdered your ex-partner, fuck that shit.

And once she has you, she's not waiting for permission to turn you. She can't have the volturi knocking on her door.

She would turn you, knowing that you would be stuck together forever, and would easily forgive her.

[littlewrensx]

@spiritusmuses you don't even have to respond to this but I wanted to write Wren and Tanya making up. Or we can write the baby shower off of this.

Wren glanced over at Tanya as they frosted cupcakes together for the party. She’d been wanting to bring something up all day but couldn’t quite find the right words. Guilt had been nagging at her, knowing they hadn’t talked much about the baby, and Archer’s visit to speak with her and Calvin only made it worse. Thinking back to her own last pregnancy, she couldn't imagine surviving the kind of experience Tanya had been through.

“How’s the baby?” Wren finally asked Tanya, breaking what felt like an eternity of silence. Tanya shrugged, keeping her focus on the cupcake. “He’s fine,” she replied simply. Wren let out a soft sigh and set her cupcake down. “Tan…” she said gently, drawing Tanya’s attention. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we haven’t been on good terms since Archer’s overdose. Calvin and I took sides when we shouldn’t have, and we both feel terrible. We’re not mad at you. I just wish I’d been a better friend—you deserved better.” Her apology hung in the air, and Tanya gave her a small smile, eyes welling up with tears.

“It’s been so hard,” Tanya admitted, her voice trembling. “I feel like I’ve been so alone in all of this. Archer and I talk about it now, but it’s still not the same.” She swallowed, her emotions spilling over. “I know I messed up, and I probably don’t deserve anything, but I just wish I could have celebrated this last pregnancy. No one wants to talk about it with me. Archer’s mom won’t even speak to me. She blames me for her son almost dying, and she’s right—it is my fault. But she’s the only mom I have left, and she won’t even answer my texts.” The words kept flowing, as if a dam had broken. “And I don’t even know where we’re going to put the baby. I want to move because I still can’t use our bathroom without wincing, but buying a house right now would be insane. I have all these dreams of a nursery for him, and I can’t make any of them happen. I don’t even have his name picked out. I want to name him Everett, but I don’t think Archer would like that name.” Tanya’s voice cracked. “I’m freaking out. Every time I try talking to my husband, he just says we’ll figure it out, but we don’t have time.” Her hand drifted to her belly, her anxiety palpable as she neared her last trimester.

Wren felt a deep sadness hearing how much Tanya had been struggling and regretted not being there for her sooner. But she was grateful Tanya had finally opened up. “Okay, let’s break this down,” Wren said gently. “First, Archer’s mom will come around. She’s going to want to see her new grandbaby. And you guys had Izzy in your room when she was first born, right? You can do that again, and it’ll buy you a couple of months.” She offered a small smile, hoping to reassure Tanya. “And Archer? He’s thrilled to have a son. Don’t keep things to yourself anymore. You don’t need his permission to talk about the baby—he’s just as much yours as he is his. Celebrate this last trimester, talk about your baby as much as you want.” Wren’s eyes softened. “I love you, Tanya. We all do. You’re not alone in this, and we’d never let you be.” She hid the knowledge of the surprise baby shower they were planning, hoping it would make Tanya feel even more supported.

[pensat-i-fet]

Ask me first (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got this request a while ago. Sorry about taking so long. But basically just a bit of angst and I couldn't come up with the reason for the fight until one of the answers Rúben gave to the questions on that app he's a part of now inspired me. Hope you like it ❤️**

Word count: 1047

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"What are you doing?", you said, sitting down on the sofa next to Rúben and opening a bag of crisps.

"Answering questions on this app thing".

"Any good ones?"

"Yeah, I guess a few".

"Want one?"

"No, thanks", he answered without even looking at what you were offering. "I want to get this done quickly. We have movie night today".

"I might eat all the snacks before that".

"It wouldn't be the first time", he laughed and you hit him with the bag.

He kept typing on his phone and you got curious. What were people asking? So you downloaded the app and started to read through his answers right when he stopped answering.

"Five children. Good joke".

"It wasn't a joke".

You looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Oh, are you planning on becoming the first man in the world who gives birth? Because I'm not having five children".

"We can talk about it…".

"You can talk while I say no. Ask your mum how easy it's to have a single baby…five! You men are hilarious".

"Other women have more than five", is he for real?

"Good for them. I'm not them".

You got up, picking up the empty bags of snacks to throw them to the bin on the way to your room.

"The kids topic is more serious than this, don't you think?"

"Rúben, don't push it".

"I just don't see why you have to react like that".

"Because you didn't even ask me before announcing to the world I'm a baby making machine".

"That's not what I said", he rolled his eyes.

"It's what anyone would understand reading that answer".

Grabbing your phone, you went into the bathroom. And there you saw your friend's group chat was moving fast. What happened?

"Anyone can sum up the almost 100 messages I missed?"

"We're going out tonight. Wanna come with us?"

It was movie night but… "Sure. Who's picking me up?"

When you went back to the room, Rúben was waiting to try and talk to you but you just walked to the closet and started to get clothes out to see what looked cute.

"What are you doing?"

"Going out with my friends".

"What?", he couldn't believe you were saying that. "It's our movie night. And I haven't been able to spend any quality time with you for like a week".

"Yeah, too bad you messed up being an idiot".

"Come on", he tried to stop you from moving around the room but couldn't. "Don't be like that. I miss you".

"You can see me when I get back".

"At 4 am?"

"I might make it back by 3…does this look good?"

Rúben shook his head, not because he didn't think you looked good but because he knew what you were trying to do wearing such a short dress.

"Call me if you need anything", he said, defeated and you felt bad but…he needed to understand why you were mad.

So you picked up your bag and left.

**

Movie night without you there was boring so Rúben ended up logging off Netflix but left the TV on as background noise while he made a sandwich in the kitchen.

BBC news was on, of course. You were a news freak who loved watching that channel. And while he mindlessly spread some tahini on a slice of bread, he heard a familiar name.

"...there have been two stabbings in a fight. We can't give an official number of injuries but the ambulances have just arrived and are attending all the people here. Many tried to leave the club and hurt themselves on the way out…".

That club…was the club you always went to.

Rúben ran to the sofa to pick up his phone and tried calling you. But you couldn't hear the phone due to the loud music at the club.

"Pick up, pick up …".

Nothing. He tried calling twice and couldn't reach you. The TV reporter said the two people stabbed were male, so at least he knew you weren't seriously injured but why weren't you answering.

"Tanya…she always has her phone in her hand!"

He remembered that fact about one of your best friends and called her instead. When she picked up, he couldn't hear much because of the music.

"Rúben!? You got the wrong girl!"

"I didn't. Tanya, where are you? Are you ok?"

"What?"

"For God's sake".

He hung up and texted her instead, telling her to tell you to call him.

A couple of minutes later, his phone rang and when he saw your name on the screen, he let out a sigh of relief.

"You ok?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? Listen, I feel bad about our fight. I overreacted…".

"I don't care. You're fine".

"Wasn't I supposed to be?"

"I saw there was a fight at the club you always go to and worried you could be injured".

"Yeah, we don't go to that one anymore. Dodgy people and all that", you said, casually.

"Where are you then?", when you told him the name of the club, he wrote it down so he could find it on Google maps later. "Can I go pick you up? I…I need to see you're fine".

He couldn't see your smile but could swear he heard it when you spoke again. "Sure. I'm a bit bored anyways. I rather cuddle with you than be here".

"I'll be there soon".

When you found your friends again, you told them about what had happened.

"That place had such bad music anyways".

You shook your head. Only your friends could have that reaction to the news.

And then you kept your phone in your hands, waiting for Rúben's message saying he was there, which didn't take long.

"Gotta go, my loves!", you said, kissing them all quickly before going to meet Rúben.

You spotted him immediately and started to walk towards the car but he met you halfway there, engulfing you in a big hug.

"I was so worried".

"I'm fine, don't worry".

"Also…am I forgiven?"

You laughed at his words and his face. "I guess. But I'm still not having five kids. Let's just adopt five cats instead!"

"That's a lot of cats".

The look you gave him told him enough. "You can't be serious!"

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

These were apart of the other request for the Baby Regressor <3

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CG Kitana w/ Baby Regressor Hcs

💙 Oh my goodness she loves you

💙 Is really good with a lot of regression ages, but does specialize with baby and toddler regressors

💙 Your just so cute!! How could she not adore you? 🥺

💙 She is a princess, making you her little prince/princess/royalty

💙 Is really good with clingy regressors too

💙 My- I mean, our women here is strong, and she'll totally show off her strength 💪

💙 She'll princess carry you to bed when you're getting sleepy

💙 She also just likes to carry you around on her hip just because <3

💙 Do NOT ever worry about being too big or heavy, you're as light as a feather to her >:(

💙 Enjoys playing dress up with you, but mostly dresses you in soft onesies and such

💙 You get the softest onesies in all the Realms, fr

💙 Would be overjoyed if you want to dress like her, but will make sure to get you a safer onesie version of her outfit

💙 If you like to mess with her fans, she'll get one without the blades so you can play with them

💙 Your babysitters are probably Tanya, Mileena, Syzoth, and Tomas (Did you know that he helps Mileena train and Kitana helps Syzoth train?)

💙 Maybe also Liu Kang (she only trusts a handful of people with you)

💙 But if you really want someone like Johnny to babysit you? She won't mind . . . But him? 😒 (they're friends, she's just joking)

💙 Absolutely hates leaving you with others when your small though

💙 She just gets really busy sometimes with big kid princess and General work, but she'll make sure to make time for you!!

💙 Would love to set up little playdates with either Mileena or Syzoth

💙 But if your too little or shy for playdates, that's okay, you can just stay with Momma for the time being <3

💙 Sometimes she'll carry you around on her hip if she has to do work really quickly

💙 ^ Of course only if your comfy being outside her room while small

💙 Plus . . . no one can make fun of you, just like with Kotal Kahn, you have the entire Riyal House on your back

💙 If your also comfy with it, she'd love to take you out to the royal gardens!!

💙 You can sit on her lap and watch the butterflies fly by

💙 Or go over and see the pretty flowers

💙 You can even have a picnic!! :D. (She'll have the royal chef make only pastries and yummy snacks, per your request)

💙 . . . She'll also make sure you eat more healthier options though 😒

💙 She's so up for making you different kinds of bottles of milk!! (Like Honey Milk, or those other little milk things I've seen online)

💙 Favorite CG nicknames are Mama, Momma, Mommy, Sissy, and ‘Tana

💙 Any type of grabby hands and babbles is so accepted though, she'll scoop you up in a heartbeat!!

💙 Favorite little nicknames for you are Sweetie, Princess/Prince/Little Royalty, Sweetheart, Little Warrior, Honey

💙 Will redirect you to your paci if you chew on her fingers, that's not sanitary, sweetheart <3

💙 Or a chewie!! She'd love to get you one of those baby chew rings in your favorite color

💙 Likes to lay beside you during tummy time

💙 Your so cute, babbling and showing her your stuffies or playboys

💙 I'm not saying she's rich (she is, she's literally a princess) . . . I am saying that if you asked, she'd dedicate an entire section of her bedroom as your designated baby area

💙 A little playmat with toys and such, just for you 🥺

💙 If your a bratty baby, she'll find every act you do adorable (and put her foot down)

💙 She scold you if you push your sippy or bottle off somewhere, but will coe if it was entirely an accident

💙 Accidents happen sometimes, although she knows if you're doing it on purpose, it's like a sixth sense of hers!!

💙 She's a stickler for the rules 😒

💙 You get lucky because your smaller, she doesn't really send you to time out or lectures you

💙 It's mostly gentle scolding, you're probably too little to understand what you did wrong

💙 Will not scold you if she knows you've had a bad day or are feeling icky though

💙 She'll gently rock you, suggest you take a bathe and change into something comfy, and make you a bottle or get you applesauce

💙 She'd get you one of those little baby mobiles if you have any adult sized crib (she'd buy it for you if she notices you even just longing for it)

💙 She loves cuddle time, and will gently pet your hair and kiss your forehead

💙 She's very soft when it comes to nap or bedtime

💙 She's also insistent that you get a nap, babies like you shouldn't be up for so long, sweetheart!!

💙 She'll make you yummy warm milk, or just water in a baby bottle, and will bottle feed you and rock you to sleep

💙 She doesn't allow hair pulling, but one time she tried to remove your bottle from your mouth and the grip was so tight, she learnt her lesson

💙 Also doesn't really allow hitting, but if you giggle and whack something soft, like a pillow, she'll laugh and copy you, making it a little game between you two

💙 Knows a lot of different kinds of hair styles from helping Mileena and Tanya with their hairs, and loves to put your hair into something pretty

💙 She'd probably get a lot of your regression items in a baby blue to match her aesthetic, but if you want a different color just tell her

💙 Plays with stuffies like a champ!!

💙 They all get their own voices and she knows all their names (she didn't spend hours memorizing them, your being silly, sweetheart)

💙 Adores babbling of any kind, and treats it like a full blown conversation

💙 Is also really good at knowing what you want (it took a few times, but she got in the hang out it)

💙 Very sweet and comforting if you need a nappies of any sort, and never makes you feel ashamed or silly for them (not that there's any reason to feel silly, darling, your regression is your regression)

💙 She'd make a sticker chart to make sure your on task for eating and such, and will treat you to ice cream or a new stuffie at the end of the week

💙 And don't worry too much if you miss a few times!! Things like these take time to adapt to, she'll still give you your special little treat <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Bi-Han with Baby Regressor will be next!! :D

And JFJSBDBAKWK, I love Kitana. 🥺

[thegamingcatmom]

What would the sister (separately) do if their mates refuses to moan or is too shy about it??

This was one of those asks that took me quite a bit to answer. Sorry about that! 🫶

Tanya Denali

oh boy

that woman loves a good challenge

and this one might be her toughest one yet cause MC tends to be more stubborn than the three of them combined

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challenge accepted

she won´t be overly vocal about it (unlike Kate) because she prefers letting her actions speak for her

so, the only "warning" MC´s gonna get is mayhaps a raised eyebrow or a slight curling of lips

from then on, it all goes downhill

literally

soon, it becomes very clear that MC wasn´t the only one holding back

in other words: it´s a mess (down there)

literally

Tanya is nothing if not thorough in everything she does

especially when she does MC

our girl´s gonna have a sore throat by the time Tanya´s done

which-

...MC won´t last a minute, it has to be said

(who can blame her?)

and Tanya will be very pleased indeed

challenge completed

Kate Denali

no fr, it´s exactly that gif

like-

*cracks knuckles*

like Tanya, she enjoys a challenge

but unlike Tanya, she´s very vocal about it

it´s sort of a mix between encouragement and teasing

"Where´s that spirit gone, little rabbit?"

"Cmon, princezná...lemme hear how great I am..." (I had to, yall)

"Uh uh, try again..."

"You want this? *grabs her gear* Then show me..."

"Don´t make me zap you, little one..."

she lives for teasing, but she also lacks the patience for it sometimes, lol

which is why she ends up actually zapping MC more often than not

she has excellent control over it and knows exactly what she´s doing, mind you

(...she knows it a bit too well, if you ask MC)

she´ll create lil bursts then and now, their intensity depend on how impatient she is

when she´s knuckle deep in, they´re intense enough to make MC drool

and squeak

and moan

and whimper

and hiss

and mewl

and-

...mission accomplished

Irina Denali

she´s big Mama

therefore, that wagging finger is pretty valid, I´d say

she´ll be like "uh, uh..."

"Don´t you dare hold back on me, sweet girl..."

but that´s about it when it comes to "teasing" (if one can even call it that)

because, unlike her sisters, she´s not one for showing off

this isn´t about some "challenge" either

(god, her sisters are so immature)

this is all about her baby apparently feeling tense in her presence

that absolutely won´t do

protecc mode activated

she´ll coo at MC to try and coax those sweet sounds out of her

stroking or softly squeezing her thighs and arms

placing loving kisses all over

telling her how beautiful she is

when all of that doesn´t work, she´ll resort to real talk

as she alway does

"Baby...talk to me. Let me hear that angelic voice..."

"Is there something that troubles you?"

"What can I do to make you feel more comfortable?"

"Relax, sweetheart. It´s just you and me..."

eventually, it does the trick

Irina couldn´t be prouder

"You did so well for me, maličký..."

"My good girl..."

"I´m so proud of you..."

lots of cuddles and kisses after ofc

and more cuddles

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...I just realized-

Irina´s part kinda makes Tanya & Kate sound like selfish a-holes. LMAO. 💀

For the record:

Tanya and Kate would absolutely make sure MC feels comfortable with anything they´re doing. They just have different ways of going about it. ✌️

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Thanks for your ask! 💋