#she would ve so feral

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

AA NOT TRYING TO BOTHER OR PRESSURE BUT HERES A REQUEST HIHIHGIGI

What about Ben, Toby, Masky and Jeff with an S/O who has a magical singing voice (like, yk can manipulate people into their own will by singing, spawn things out of thin air and heal- LITERALLY DO ANYTHING WITH SINGING.) (+ points if she's the daughter of Melpomene and is kind of popular on the internet for singing xoxo) (yes this is inspired by ado)‼️‼️‼️

ONLY DO THIS IF UR WILLING TO‼️‼️😓😓😓 -gumi

Don't worry you aren't bothering me! Writing your requests is what im here for!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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BEN

He loves to listen to you sing, but he will not ask for it

Like, if you sing around him, cool beans

If you don't, he wont be upset

He always finds himself becoming intranced by your voice

He will pause his game and just sit and listen to your beautiful voice

He absolutely gets you to do things for him

"Babe, you know how you love me sooooo much?"

"What do you want, ben"

"Can you pretty please manipulate Tim into getting me a monster at the gas station when he goes"

"*biiiiig sigh*"

There is some limitation to your power though

Which he was really dissapointed with

"What do you mean you can't make slender give me a raise??"

"Baby, he's a literal elderitch being beyond most mortal's imagination"

"AND???"

"He's also my boss and i don't wanna get fired for trying"

When it comes to you being famous on the internet, he is all for it

His ultimate fantasy is to date an internet idol of some sort

He'd be lying if he said he didnt wish he had a catgirl girlfriend 💀

Being very famous in the underworld himself, it's kind of a hassle for both of you

Constant breaches of your privacy, paparazzi trying to get the inside scoop on your relationship, etc

However, he looooves showing you physical affection on the internet

Expect him to interact with you on socials, be extra touchy on lives, etc

Toby

He is the only one on this list that will shamelessly ask for you to sing to him

Sometimes he'll just sit on either your or his bed, laying on his stomach and kicking his feet behind him as he listens to you sing

He will often ask you to sing him to sleep

Especially if he's had a rough day

It helps ground him

He loves being all cozy, cocooned in a big blanket, snuggled into the crook of your neck, you rubbing his head and singing to him softly

Sometimes he'll mumble sleepily about how much he loves you, and how good you are to him

He doesn't really take advantages of your powers like the others

Only if necassary

"Hey dookie head, can you get my phone back from tim? He took it from me since it's my bedtime :(" (/hj situation)

"Fart face, can you get my raccoons these cute little outfits? Im so broke right now, please please please??"

Like i said, only when necessary

He loves to dance with you also

If he walks in on you singing to yourself, he will come up behind you and sway you side to side

Eventually it will evolve into a full dancing episode

After, you will both collapse onto the floor, sharing small kisses and heavy breaths

You being famous doesn't really affect him

He's fine with you doing your own thing, and he's gonna do his

He doesn't mind the paparazzi, because no matter what they catch him doing, he will always remain a feral rat child at heart <3

Yeah, the paparazzi's kinda scared of him 💀

Masky

He loves when you sing but wont admit it

He's always silently begging for you to sing, but he will never ask for it

Whenever you do sing, he makes sure to tell you how pretty your voice is and how much he loves whatever song you're singing

He's so hooked on your voice

Sometimes when he's all worked up, he just needs to sit out on his balcony, smoke, and listen to you hum while you dance to an imaginary song

God, he loves your dancing

He could watch all day

He never really asks for you to use your powers for anything

Like, i can only see him maaaybe using it to get other creeps to leave him alone

But that would be very rare

The way he sees it, your powers are mostly used on him

Hypnotizing him in such a way, with your soft voice and flowy dancing

He'd honestly jump off a cliff if you asked in this state

When it comes to you being famous on the internet, he doesn't really like it

He likes it for you! Just not for him

He's already got cameras up his ass 24/7, and he doesn't want eyes on your relationship at all times

You deserve privacy!

So don't expect him to be too affectionate when youre on camera or on social media

He's very physically affectionate in private

He just doesn't want unnecessary eyes on him is all

Jeff

He loves hearing you sing, but will never ask for it directly

You two have a code word for when he needs to hear your voice

"Pony" is the word

Whenever hes feeling upset, angry, or if he's in some sort of episode, he'll drag you off to your bed and whisper "pony" in your ear

Usually, he likes to be the "dominant" one in physical intamcy, but in times like these, he needs to be the one being held

He likes snuggling into the crook of your neck, kissing you here and there

He also likes to lay on your chest and smell your clothes

Like BEN, he asks you to use your powers for his own selfish needs

Food, money, etc

You being famous gets him really excited

Him also being pretty famous makes it even better

He loves showing you off, being really touchy with you, expressing to people that you're his and he's yours, etc

It really gives this little PDA demon a kick

When i say he loves PDA, i mean it

He'll always be kissing you, make a show of caressing you and groping you, calling you sweet names

All of it

If you were uncomfortable with that though, he'd understand

He'd still manage to let people know who you belong to with other methods though

Such as calling you pet names, being extra nice around you, yadda yadda

[didishawn]

PLS DO A SMUT WERE PEDRI AND Y/ N HAVE CHILDREN AND THEY HAVE TO BE RLLY QUIET AND THEIR CHILDREN WALK IN LMAOO

Unlocked door (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: lots of Spanish, smut, getting caught, awkward talk

Masterlist

Having kids is hard, that is something you have had in mind since the first test informed you and Pedri about the pregnancy that would later become your first kid, your precious Leo.

Having a kid is hard, is what you always thought whenever it was your turn to get up to calm the baby when he couldn't sleep through the night -god bless Pedri, who took charge of the situation even on times it wasn't his turn.

Having a kid is hard, having two kids is harder, that's what Rosy told you when you told her about what later would become your dear Sofia -it's all worth it though, she also told you, and of course she is right.

The kids are now older, Leo is 5, Sofia 4, finally having started sleeping on their own beds for the night.

Pedri's career is doing great, but being a great football player also means being requested to fly out a lot too, but you both manage, still as in love with each other as the very first day.

The problem, well, not really a problem but your horny partner would state otherwise, is that kids + busy careers makes all harder for sexy times or how you call it in front of the kids "mommy and daddy private time that means always knocking", and having to go from such an active sex life you and Pedri used to have to having to be content with the quickies and few kids-free nights is hard. You are honestly embarrassed to think about all those post-match times you hace taken the chance of your kids playing around with others under the watchful eyes of one of Pedri's teammates to sneak around to have a quick fuck in the dressing room or some available closet.

Pedri has been quite touchy the whole day -you can't blame him, it's been a long time since your last alone time. Arms around your waist as you cooked breakfast and kisses on your neck, a hand on your knee as you all ate together, his head on you shoulder arm around you during movie time with the kids, showing off his abs when in the pool with the kids. During lunch he doesn't even pretend not to be gawking at your bikini-covered breasts, and as you both clean up the table, he gets close to your ear, almost seductive as he does so, leaning down he goes and whispers:

"Vamos a cansarlos para tener un poco de tiempo a solas" (let's tire them up so we can have some alone time)

Needless to say is that your lover makes sure the two little demons are exhausted by the end of the day, running around the house, swimming on the pool, some football, jumping around and finishing the day with a meal that has their stomaches full as they fight against their eyes closing.

"Ve a la habitación, yo me encargo de ellos" (go to the bedroom, I take care of them)

You are quick on your feet as you enter the room, even if you know you have a while to prepare, you take a quick shower with a soap whose scent you know makes the midfielder go crazy. You don't bother with any makeup apart from some strawberry flavored lip balm that your lover goes absolutely feral for -years of experience have given you the knowledge that at the end you will always end up crying off any eye make up.

You wear the tiniest piece of lingerie you can find in your closet, don't bother with anything else as you know he will rip it away, just sit on the bed, waiting for him, looking pretty as he likes it.

The door almost slams open, a naughty expression on his face as he looks you up and down.

"Dios mío, no sabes lo mucho que extrañaba esto" (God, you have no idea how much I missed this)

He doesn't waste any time as he rips his shirt off, the sight of his chest have you sighing, a dumb smile taking over your face as you are face to face with his lower half, hands reaching up to him, one on his chest the other on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his lips instantly on yours, his tongue down your throat.

You hand on his chest plays with the patch of hair there then goes lower, you feel his abs tense when your fingers graze over his v lines then to the happy trail.

You separate from him, looking into his lust filled eyes, your hands on his shorts and pulling them down, his cock almost hitting you as it bounces out from it's confinement, standing thick as always his balls full and precum bouncing from his tip.

"¿Ahora ves lo mucho que echaba esto de menos?" (you see now how much I missed this?)

You nod, hand reaching out to grab him, but he stops you, shaking his head.

"No puedo esperar más, necesito estar dentro tuyo" (I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside you)

A cheeky smile takes over your face, turning you both around so he is laying on the bed, your hips moving over his, his head falling back as he moans out, hands on your waist try to stop you but you deny him.

His tip does a delicious friction on your clit, he can feel how wet you are even with you panties denying him any entry.

He is frustrated, you both are really, your hips lift up your hand goes down to tease yourself, panties pushed aside, you line him up with your entrance and don't wait a moment to fall down on him, his cock instantly kissing your cervix and stretching you out to you limit.

You feel so full of him, your eyes glossed over, he knows how to work you, a strong grip on your waist as he moves you up and down.

The two of you are far too gone to keep the noises in, it's been far too long since the last time you found yourselves in this situation, you are far too sensitive, almost trembling you are whining, moaning, he fucks up into you and you can't help but groan at the slam of his balls against you, so full, neither will last long.

He sits up, you on his lap as he grinds up into you, his pace strong, fucking you roughly, not wanting to wait any longer for the extasis that you can both feel burning in your tummies, his face buried on your breasts as he places kisses on them over the thin fabric, a hand reaching to your back to let him see all of you.

He doesn't have the opportunity for it though, as over the loud noise of skin against skin, your ears catch the sound of your door creaking open, and with an agility that even impresses yourself, you are off his cock and pushing him down to cover yourselves.

"¿Mami, que están haciendo?" your four-year-old asks, curiosity on her eyes as her older brother stands behind her, a frown on his face. (mommy, what are you doing?)

"¿Papi te estaba haciendo daño?" that words have you both snapping up, tuning to share a look as you try to think about an answer. You always thought this type of situation was just one bad comedy shows added for drama, apparently it also can be true. (was daddy hurting you?)

"Obvio que no, amor. ¿Por qué dices eso?" (of course not, love. Why do you say that?)

"Escuche como golpes y a ti gritando" (I heard slapping sounds and you shouting)

Your face is red and you have to hit your partner's side as he snickers. You give him a look, and he knows it's up to him to fix everything.

"Mamá y yo solo estamos jugando, no hay nada que preocuparse, de verdad" (mom and I were only playing, nothing to worry about, really)

"¿Qué juego era ese?" you love your daughter, really, but sometimes her curiosity brings you real trouble. (what game was that?)

You look at each other, you clear out your throat "Un juego que las mamás y los papas juegan cuando se quieren mucho" (a game moms and dads play when they love each other a lot)

"¿Puedo yo jugarlo?" Pedri's eyes snap wide open. (can I play it?)

"¿Y tú con quien quieres jugarlo?" (and who do you want to play it with?)

"Pepi!"

"Quiero decir, no amor, solo nosotros los adultos podemos jugarlo" (I mean, no love, only us adults can play it)

"¿Qué edad tenemos que tener para jugar?" your son asks, he too quite curious apparently, your face is about to explode, giving them both a look. (what age do we have to be to play?)

"Muy mayores" you say "Ahora a vuestros cuartos que ahora voy, es muy tarde para que un par de granujas como vosotros estéis despiertos" (very old. Now go to your rooms I will be right behind, it's way too late for you two troublemakers to be awake)

Your kids, God bless them, listen to you and leave you and your lover alone, you turn to him with a pointed look.

"Tú y tu pequeño problema quédense aquí, ahora vuelvo" (you and your little problem stay here, I will be right back)

He groans as you sneakily pass your thumb over his tip, teasing him and walking off with a cheeky look, he drops down, desperate for you to come back as he glances to his member, still as hard, tall and thick as before

He knows that it's all fine for the night, but he really hopes your kids forget it all by the morning, or he won't be able to look them straight to the eye.

Next time he will make sure to lock the door, and he hopes you don't realise his small mistake when you come back, because his balls really need the release and you shouting at him won't give him that.

[thegamingcatmom]

How far will Mother Miranda go in giving into her birb behavior?

Silly thought:

MC on a park bench or something feeding the birds with some bread or bird seed

And then miri descends

A stare off? MC offers some to the weird birb lady

And then Miri swipes the bread away

Listen-

Thinking about Birb Momma´s urges is pretty much all I do besides eating and sleeping. 😭🫠

I think she´d try to remain as non-bird as possible though, lol. At least in public. She does have a reputation to uphold, after all. ;3

...

Miri: *sees some villager throwing seeds for the chickens*

Miri:

CONCEAL DON´T FEEL DONT LET EM KNOW MIRI. 👁️👁️💧

It´s a good thing she´s mastered the art of concealing herself in the 100 smt years she´s been parading as The Priestess...

In private though? With MC being the only witness (and death-threatened into secrecy)?

...

MC: *sleeping soundly*

Miri: *comes barging through the door*

MC: "WHA-"

Miri: *throws something on her*

MC: "-mpf!"

Miri: *stares*

MC: *untangles herself from that something and takes a moment to study it before throwing Miri a look*

MC: "...What-"

Miri: "We must begin the preparations."

...

MC: "...Uh-"

Miri: "Spring is drawing ever closer."

MC: "Ah, well thank God for that, right?? I love snow, but man, that weather´s been really starting to-"

Miri: *turns around and leaves out the open door again mid (one-sided) convo*

MC: "..."

MC: *merely shakes her head and makes to go back to sleep cause, by now, she´s become rather used to her roommate´s/abductor´s/lover´s/master´s quirks, but then remembers-*

MC: "Hm..."

MC: *takes the something and stuffs it under her pillow before cuddling back in*

MC: "...This is quite nice, actually."

MC: *snuggles in further, sighing in content*

A few minutes later...

MC: *back to sleeping soundly*

Miri: *walks through the open door, fully intending to-*

...

Miri: *sees MC snuggled in, something stuffed under her-*

Miri: "..."

Miri: *quietly approaches the bed, drops what she´s carrying very carefully, before leaving out the door again*

If one were to pay close attention, they might notice a slight spring in the Priestess´s step...

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.

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The next day...

MC: *slowly wakes up, yawning widely as she goes to stretch her lim-*

MC: "...Wha-"

MC: *tries to stretch her limbs, which are buried beneath layers upon layers of blankets and pillows and...other stuff*

MC: "Are you...kidding me?!"

MC: *starts sweating from the exertion...and from the masses currently squishing her*

MC: "UGH!"

MC: *has to give up cause there´s no escaping that*

MC, in a last resort: "MIRANDAAAAA!"

A few seconds later...

Miri: *swaggers in with all the confidence of a woman who knows exactly what she did (which pretty much means her usual self)*

Miri: "Hm?"

MC: "What do you mean Hm? Look at me!"

Miri: *looks at her*

Miri: "Mhm, appealing qualities indeed..."

MC: "Wha-that´s not what...UGH!"

MC: *tries to wriggle free again*

Miri: *watches her in a mix of amusement and...smt else*

MC, huffing and puffing: "...A little help here??"

Miri: "...Whatever for?"

...

MC: "...What do you mean Whatever for?? I´ve become one with the bed! I AM the bed!"

Miri, wearing her pokerface: "Hm, it would seem so."

MC: "..."

Miri: "..."

MC: "...Why?"

Miri: "...Spring is drawing-"

MC: "MIRANDA!"

...

Miri: "...The season is drawing ever closer."

MC: *eye starts twitching*

MC: "...What season?"

Miri: *cocks her head to the side before turning around and leaving out the door to get more stuff to add to the pile*

MC: *lies there in silence*

...

...

...

MC: *starts thrashing-"

Due to all the thrashing, dozens of black feathers are thrown up, dancing in the air for a while before slowly starting to descend. You watch them for a moment, mesmerized by their soothing drift, before you realize-

"...Ah, shit-"

Nesting season. 🪺

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NOT ME IMAGINING CROW MAMA POPPING OUT THEM EGGOS. 🥚🫠

Everything that woman might do makes me feral.

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[certainlynotasimp]

Would sunny get a piercing or tattoo because hobie convinced her?? Probably not but I would wanna see how it would play out and how Miguel would react😭😭😭

Hmm, that's an interesting question.

I think that entirely depends on you guys because you are all Sunny lol.

I don't think she would get anything too crazy if she agrees to get a tattoo. I would say that she would get something small like a spiderweb or maybe something that reminds her of Miggy.

Piercings would be kinda the same because I don't think Sunny would get anything too crazy, probably a nose piercing and an extra piercing on her ear.

Generally, Miguel doesn't like big distinct piercings and tattoos because as a Spiderman, if they are showing, their secret identity is exposed or the piercings could get caught on stuff. He's not a hater, he's just a practical stick in the mud.

But for his Sol, he will be indifferent. He would praise her for being brave enough to get it and compliment her choice of jewelry. He wants Sunny to be able to express herself since he loves seeing her happy. If you love the piercing and tattoo so much, then Miguel is happy you got it.

If Sunny was convinced to get riskier piercings and tattoos... if she gets a little spider on her collarbone or hipbones...Or a discreet little bitemark-shaped tattoo on her that looks like his bite mark...

Or if she gets a belly button piercing or a nippy piercing...

Mans gonna go feral... He's gonna wanna admire them especially since they are around his favorite areas. If everything is healed then expect this.

"No te ves tan linda, mi sol… Aquí, déjame darte algunos adornos más en tu hermosa piel…" Don't you look so pretty, my sun…Here, let me give you some more decorations on your lovely skin…

OMG I might have to write something about this in the future.

[tillthelandslide]

That Ross Instagram AU was soooo cute. Could you write a one-shot about Ross and readers first time sleeping together?? Like maybe they've already been on a few dates but she wanted to take it slow and make sure he was serious about her before having sex.

Made for Me - Ross Macdonald Smut

18+ MINORS DNI

A/n: I tried to make this really sweet but I'm just too feral for Ross at the moment so it's not as sweet as I wanted it... Also I keep seeing photos with Ross with fans and Jesus Christ my husband has gotten more ripped! So obvs had to include that. Anyway hope you enjoy

You and Ross hadn't been dating for very long but you knew he was the one for you, you had been on quite a few dates before he left for tour, as many as you could fit in before you had to eventually say goodbye. You spent all your free time with the man and he was quick to introduce you to the band and everyone who he worked with, all of you becoming close quite quickly. You knew he was your person from the moment you met him, he seemed to just get you, understand everything there was to understand.

You wanted to make sure he felt the same way and that became perfectly evident whilst he was away on tour. You were no stranger to men seeking every opportunity to sleep with women whilst their partner was away and seeing as you and Ross weren't in a relationship you were half expecting him to take up the many opportunities he got whilst on tour.

But the many phone calls and facetime calls you got form him, from the confines of his hotel room when the other boys were out drinking or celebrating, made it perfectly clear he was serious. Or the many texts you got from the other guys, begging you to come see them on tour so Ross would stop complaining about how much he missed you, told you everything you needed to know.

"Would rather talk to you than go out love. 've missed you" he said one night, a slightly sad smile resting on his lips.

"Ross Macdonald denying a pint? That's not like you" you said, making him laugh before shrugging.

"What can I say? I'm a changed man" he said, you remember how you wanted to just drop everything in your life and buy a plane ticket to see him but that wasn't possible. Especially when he got interrupted by someone unknown to you, informing said person that he was on the phone to "his girl".

You surprised them on the last day of their tour, working with Jamie and the tour manager, to organise your arrival and organising with his brother to stay with them when Ross finishes tour, knowing it would be the first palace he wanted to visit because he mentioned it to you, practically begging for you to come with him. He told you he felt really conflicted because he wanted nothing more than to see you but also promised his brother he'd visit him and his nephew. You solved the dilemma yourself, not that he knew that just yet.

You arrived at the venue, Jamie sneaking you in through a back door, the show hadn't started yet. He gave you a warm hug upon seeing you, saying it was nice to see you again and he was looking forward to seeing Ross' reaction, again mentioning how moany he has been without you.

"Okay so Matty is coming to meet you and he'll take you to the boys, Ross has no clue what's happening, will probably think Matty's gone for a fag" Jamie says as he texts Matty. You and Jamie catch up before you see the curly man walking towards you, a large smile resting on his lips, running the last bit of distance and pulling you into a hug.

"Thank god you're here, wish it was a bit earlier, would've made the tour more bearable" he jokes pulling back to look at you.

"He's been that bad huh?" You say making Matty shake his head.

"You have no idea" he says, the two of you laughing. Ross is waiting in another room with the guys, a while away from where you, Matty and Jamie are standing but he swears he hears your laugh, convincing himself that he just misses you that much, that he's hearing things.

Matty walks in front of you, pushing the door slightly just to reveal his face to the guys in the room.

"Hey mate" he says, Ross's eyes find him, waiting to see what he wants "got a delivery here for you, Jamie just picked it up" Matty says, his voice so casual and it makes her smile.

"A delivery? For me? How special" he jokes making you hold back a laugh. Matty opens the door a second later and the two of you watch as the smile drops from his face, dimples disappearing as his mouth hangs open, before he's smiling widely again, eyes creasing the way you love, dimples popping, a genuine Ross smile that has your stomach swarming with butterflies.

He's standing not a moment later, large legs talking him to you in two long strides, next he's wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, slightly lifting you off the ground.

You laugh loudly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, placing a loving peck to his cheek.

"you're here, like actually here" he says simply as he pulls back from you to see you. He knew he heard your laugh.

"I'm here" you nod making him smile.

"Can't believe you're here, I've fucking missed you" he says.

"I've heard..." You say, eyes wandering back to the boys who all chuckle.

"You little shits" Ross says, briefly turning away from you to look at the guys who have snitched on him.

"You were becoming unbearable mate and that's coming from me" Adam says, who also has been missing Carly and his son (very understandable).

You chuckle at his words, eyes moving back to Ross who turns back to you, hand grasping your face gently, pulling you toward him to meet in a soft kiss before he allows you to move away from him and say hi to the guys, all of whom hug you tightly, thanking you for arriving (commenting on the fact it is the last show and your arrival was needed much earlier, not that you could've helped that).

You're then all talking, including the support act, tucked into Ross' side, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, not letting you go. You can't help but keep looking up at the man, wanting nothing more than to pull him into some secret room to show him how much you've missed him. The two of you had been taking things slow, not that you didn't do other things (both too desperate for each other not to do anything at all) but you were yet to have sex and you found yourself craving it now.

You allow him to leave you when he has to go on stage, pressing multiple kisses to his mouth, making him chuckle.

"Stand on my side of the stage yeah?" He asks and you nod up at him, of course you were going to.

"I'll miss you" he says, smilingly stupidly down at you.

"We lasted all this time, think we can last a bit longer" a double meaning to your words. He leaves you with one last firm and sensual kiss to your mouth, grazing his tongue against yours momentarily before pulling away. The little shit.

You watch from the side of the stage, never missing a single smile on the man's lips, never once missing the looks he was shooting towards you, many winks thrown your way.

After the show, you wait as Ross says goodbye to the guys, not rushing him as you knew despite him spending months with them, he'd miss them during the few weeks they had off. You say your goodbyes before the both of you head back to his hotel, hand in hand and catching up on everything you'd missed.

"So you are coming to see my brother with me?" He asks as he enters his room, placing your bag that he had been carrying down to the floor before pulling you towards him so he could hold you in his arms. You nod up at him as he smiles , leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"That makes me so fucking happy" he says against your mouth. Your hands find his chest, smoothing over the muscles over his shirt. He sighs into your mouth befofe pulling away.

"Missed you so much" he says and you smile.

"I missed you too Ross. So much" you say, allowing him to press another kiss to your mouth, a more urgent one this time. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, making you gasp against him, his tongue slowly finds its way into your mouth, moving languidly against yours as you grasp the back of his neck.

Your hands move from his neck, landing over his chest, pushing gently until he moves backwards, the back of his thighs hitting the bed so he sits down. He's quick to grasp your hips as you hold his shoulders, slowly lowering yourself onto the bed, hooking your legs over his until your straddling him.

He just can't get enough of you, wanting to be close to you at all times, so he pulls you into his arms again, just holding you against him in a crushing hug. Moments later he pulls away, his soft eyes find yours as the fingertips of his large hand drift over your cheek, landing on your jaw and holding you against his mouth.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, mouths moving slowly against each other, not needing or wanting to rush.

"I missed you" he repeats again, he had said it so many times but you weren't complaining. His mouth moves easily against yours, tugging at your bottom lip until you're quietly moaning into his mouth. When his tongue swipes across your bottom lip you can't help but gasp and the feeling makes you roll your hips down into his. He's quick to grasp your hips, controlling your movements, setting a slow torturous pace, one which gives you both pleasure but isn't enough.

"Ross I want you" you murmur into his mouth, making him groan. You can feel him hard and heavy beneath you and God how you had missed him. You knew the feeling of his fingers buried inside you and if was heaven and the way he pulsed against your tongue whilst your lips were wrapped around him. But you were beyond excited to him, all of him, deep in your core, his body and soul intertwined with yours as she showed you how he felt.

"Are you sure love? We don't have to rush this, we have all the time in the world. Need to make sure you're certain about this" he says, dark eyes piercing into yours, scanning your features for any sense of doubt, which of course he doesn't find.

"I want this. Do you?" You ask, insecurities creeping in.

"Desperately, but I can wait love... Id wait forever for you" his words have your heart pounding in your chest, stomach fluttering at the sentiment. You're quick to pull his mouth back to yours.

"I need you" you say this time, your words are hitting him differently now. His brown orbs somehow darken and he smears his mouth against yours, the kiss is passionate and has you moaning into him, hips continuing their slow grind against him, more forceful this time, pressing down harshly against him so he grunts into your mouth.

"Fuck love" he moans into your mouth, hands grasping your hips halting your movements making you pull away from him, a deep set frown on your face as you try your hardest to continue to move against him, his hands hold you in place, his firm grip only worsening your feral stage.

"Hold on a second love, want to take my time you" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, making the pout disappear. Your heart rate quickens at his words and the way his mouth is now moving slowly against your own. Tongue only swiping against yours in meaningful movements, taking from you only what you gave him.

"Can fuck you later, right now I just need to take my time, we only get the first time once, want to make it worth it" he says, airing his thoughts and apprehensions. Your brain gets caught up in the beginning of his words, your core tightening before your heart decided to take over, hearing the rest of the words and pulsing harshly at the sentiment.

"Ross" you say, the man smiling at the call of his name, never sounding so perfect than when it came from you. Your eyes were soft now when they met his and he can't help but grasp your face in his hands, gently pulling you back to his mouth, a chaste kiss before he pulls away.

"Gunna let me take my time?" He asks and you nod quickly, making him chuckle. He sighs deeply as he scans your features, his own heart soaring.

"I love you" he says, not able to contain it any longer. Your mouth falls open in a gasp and you freeze for a moment, before falling forward and kissing him passionately.

"I love you too" you mumble into his mouth. He takes his time in flipping you, resting on his elbows over you as to not crush you with his weight. He grumbles into your mouth as your small hand smooths over his beard, landing on his jaw and pulling him closer to you.

Although he wanted to take his time, he can't help but press his member against you, loving the way you sigh into his mouth.

"Ross" you moan, he isn't sure if it's a warning or a beg for more, maybe even both.

"What do you want love?" He asks, needing to hear you say it again. His mouth moves from yours, navigating it's way to your neck where firm kisses are pressed, accompanied by his tongue, swiping over the spot he knows you love.

"I want you" you sigh out, hand weaving it's way into his hair.

"You've got me, you've got me" he repeats into your neck, moaning when you raise your hips off the bed, needing some form of friction, the ache between your thighs needing to be quenched.

"You're going to be the death of me love" he says, pulling away from your neck, lips finding each other again and his hand runs along your side, untucking your shirt from your jeans and running his hand underneath it. Your skin is warm against his touch, you gasp as his calloused fingertips caress your torso, finally meeting the swell of your breast.

"Why?" You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as his hand rounds the back of you, singlehandedly undoing your bra, pulling the fabric away from your boobs so he can fondle your nipple.

"It's taking everything in me not to just fuck you" he groans and you moan loudly at his words. You don't say anything, just press another kiss to his mouth.

You knew if you begged him to fuck you, he would regret it, so you slow things down again. You knew he needed this time to be slow, you knew he needed to show you how much he loved you. And the truth was there would be plenty of other times he could fuck you harshly and quickly, and despite what the both of your minds are thinking in their currently ferral state, you both knew you didn't want this time to be like that.

You pull away from his mouth again, small hands finding the collar of his shirt, slowly undoing each button as you keep eye contact with him. He never knew such a simple task could be so intense. Finally his shirt is loose around his body, resting against his shoulders. His tanned skin is finally revealed to you, chest hair tempting you so you run your hands gently along his pecks which are heaving up and down.

Your eyes lower themselves to his abdomen, what once had a slight pouch (one in which you adored) was now harder under your touch, the muscles strengthened since you were last with each other. His new work out routine made him feel good and my god did it make him look it. You loved the old Ross, although he was more conscious about his body back then, now he was more confident and that's why you loved it.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours love?" He says, his tone airy, holding back a string of moans as your tongue swipes across the centre of his chest.

"Thinking of how you got so ripped" you say, your words making the large man chuckle above you. Your hands push against the fabric hanging loosely on his body, your hands moving along with it, down his muscular arms until it's off, you throw it somewhere.

"Yeah? Prefer me this way?" He asks and you know it comes from a place of insecurity.

"Not prefer... Never prefer" you say, mouth moving against his skin making him sigh "love you no matter what you look like..." Your voice trails off and his ears prick up at the silence, eyes snapping open to find you, needing you (if not for his egos sake) to finish your sentence.

"But?" He senses there is one.

"But fuck me you're hot" you say, finally running your hands down his abs, watching the way they contract before your fingertips are clasping his belt, quickly undoing it. Another act that Ross thinks is the hottest his ever seen. He tries not to let your words go straight to his head so he distracts himself with your body, but you can't help but smile as he smirks to himself.

His hands find the hem of your shirt, eyes asking for permission which you easily grant him, and so your shirt is pulled off, and next your bra which he had already undone. His mouth quickly finds your right breast, lips wrapping around the peaked pud, tongue swiping across his as you moan into the room.

"Ross" you sigh.

"Fuck you're so beautiful" he says as his eyes find yours again. You mouths meet again, not able to get enough each other. Your hands drift to his jeans again, not able to resist pressing your palm to the tent in his suit pants, he grunts into your mouth, but doesn't pull away this time, doesn't stop you. Maybe he had enough of taking his time, maybe this pace was good enough for the both of you.

"Love..." He says against your mouth as your hand continues to move against him, over the confines of his trousers. The noises he's making from just this have your core pulsing around nothing, feeling the emptiest it's ever felt. You knew you needed him and you needed him now.

You slowly undo his zip, thinking if you did it slowly enough maybe he wouldn't realise and wouldn't stop you.

"Love" he repeats again, you're worried he's going to stop your movements as he pulls away, but when he looks down to where you hand has halted against his zipper, before his eyes are snapping back to yours, you know to continue. With a slight push against his chest, he moves to the side, back against the bed as you stay at his side.

He was allowing himself this for now, he could worship your body after, knowing you desperately wanted him, in some form, you'd settle for anything right now. So he allows you to push down his trousers, chuckling as you take his underwear with them, not wasting time. His hard member snaps against his abdomen and he hisses as it meets the air, finally free. You almost drool at the sight, his huge cock that you had missed dearly (not as much as the man obviously) was leaking, the tip the redist you had seen it.

He watches as your eyes darken and how you bite your lip and he almost cums at the sight, only looking away from you when you wrap your hand around him, head snapping back momentarily due to the sudden pleasure. As your hand works against him he knows he needs to do something for you, he wants it more than anything, he wants to hear how you repeat his name over and over as you clench around his fingers.

His large hand rests on your own abdomen now, drifting down whilst staring into your eyes, his stare his intense and his mouth hangs open, moans and grunts falling from it. His fingertips easily find the button of your jeans, undoing them before taking the zip down.

He pauses as your thumb spreads across his tip, bringing the precum along his girth to the base of him. He pushes your hand away for a moment so he can tug your jeans down, groaning when your red lace underwear are revealed to him.

"Fucking hell" he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His calloused fingers are pressing against your clothed centre as your hand wraps around him again and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut again. Your movements on his length don't falter.

"You're soaked through love' he comments and you simply nod, too turned on to even feel the slightest bit of embarrassment and he fucking loves it, quickly pressing his mouth to yours as his fingers make their way into your underwear. Swearing against your mouth as he feels how wet you are.

"it's all for you ross"

He doesn't bother teasing you now, knowing you were desperate, so his fingers run through your folds spreading your wetness up to your clit where he presses harshly, massaging the bundle of nerves. It makes your hand pause for a second, moaning out his name.

"Fucking hell Ross, God I've missed you" you say and thats all he needs to hear before two of his long fingers are thrusting into you. You suddenly remember that he's aching and pulsing in your grip and you continue to stroke him, moaning in unison out of joint pleasure.

Your moans are harmonious with one another and you never break eye contact, it somehow makes the act even hotter, adding to your pleasure.

You have to grasp his shoulders with your other hand as he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot which has your head thrown back and your mouth agape. His mouth finds your neck, grunting against the skin as you quicken the pace. Ross can't help but thrust into your palm and you snap your head to find him.

"That's so hot" you confess and he manages to chuckle through a mean, biting his lip as he looks over you, landing on your centre where his fingers are thrusting harshly in and out of you, curling at the right moments, hitting that spot again.

"You're so tight love" he can't wait see how you feel around him.

"Ross" you moan, back arching.

"I need you..." You say and he nods.

"I know love, me too. Fuck" he pauses as a wave of intense pleasure courses through his body, he was close.

"Need you come for me first" he says, mouth pressing against yours as he curls his fingers again, holding the pads of them against your gspot and rubbing.

"Come for me love" and that's all you truly need before your core is fluttering around his fingers, your juices coating them. Your hand momentarily stops around him, too high on your orgasm to continue, not that he minds, seeing you blissed out makes him cum undone himself. His juices spilling into your hand and across his abdomen.

He pulls out from you, fingertips finding their way into his mouth making you moan when he sucks them cleans. Your own fingertips collect the mixture from your hand and his stomach, licking it all up as you stare at him.

"Fucking hell" is all he can say. The both of you find yourselves laughing at how wild you're acting. You pull him towards you until he's hovering over you again, your back to the bed this time. You can feel his member against your stomach, slowly hardening just by looking at you.

"I love you" you say again, the second time you've said it this evening.

"I love you too" he says, kissing you again. Your lips move like clockwork by now, his tongue tenderly swiping into your mouth, tasting each other on the others tongue. His large hands find your waist, caressing the skin gently.

He allows his hips to lower themselves slightly more towards you, until he's resting against your core, fully hard now. His hands move to your hips, slipping under the corners of your underwear.

"Can I take these off love?" He asks, breaking your kiss for a second.

"Please do" you say, and so he does, throwing them somewhere, neither of you caring where. He stops what he's doing, staring at you again, smiling to himself as his hand tucks a rogue hair behind your ear.

"How did I get so lucky huh?" He asks, shaking his head. You smile up at him, your hand coming up to drift over his features, gently soothing against the skin. He looked slightly worn out from being on tour, but he also looked so happy, dimples appearing and his eyes creasing, one of your favourite things about him.

"Can I make love to you now?" He says, his hand is coming to grasp the base of him. Your eyes snap down before looking up at him again, nodding eagerly. For a moment you panic he won't fit, you had never ever had anyone as big as Ross, he sees the worry etched across your features and places gently kisses to your cheeks and then mouth.

"I'll go slow okay?" He says and with a nod and a reassuring kiss he's weaving the tip of him into your hole. Your eyes close as he does and he places kisses to your lids, making you smile. You grasp his shoulders as you feel him stretch you open, your grasp is gentle, but he still needs to make sure you're okay.

"Look at me love" he says and immediately your eyes are opening to find him "are you okay?" He asks and you nod.

"Never better. Feels good, keep going" you say, letting him know that the stretch was welcomed. He slowly pushes himself in, groaning as he does, stopping himself from being too eager and pushing all the way in. But you surprise him but pushing against his hips, making him bottom out with a loud grunt from him and sharp inhale of breath from you, accompanied by a high pitch grasp.

"Oh fuck" he says, loving the way you clench around him, he waits a few moments for you to adjust to him, eyes never wavering from yours. His ego is stroked just a little when he sees pleasure make its way onto your face, mouth falling open as you moan, despite the fact he hadnt even moved yet.

"Are you okay love?" He asks again, chuckling silently, knowing by the look on your face you were more than okay, a look which he had seen many times before he went on tour, a look he saw when he had his face burried in-between your legs or knuckles deep in your cunt, a look which he had really missed, a look which he had only seen once tonight but knew wouldn't be the last time.

"Fuck you" you say, making him laugh again.

"Haven't even moved yet" he says and you shove jokingly at his chest before he kisses you.

"You're just so deep" you say, bringing his hand to feel your abdomen, making him groan into your mouth. He hadn't moved, yet with how large he was he was already pressed against your gspot.

"Can I move love?"

"Please" so his hips draw backwards, a moan falling from him and you, and then he slowly pushes back in, the two of you gasping into the other.

"Oh fuck" your moan is high pitch, eyes threatening to close with the amount of pleasure one thrust causes but you don't want to miss the way his face is contorting, eyebrows furrowing as his feels his own pleasure.

He repeats the action, the whole of him disappears from within you, before he pushes back in. His strokes are deep and slow, showing you how much he loves you.

"Fuck you're so good" you moan, moving away from his mouth to look at him.

"You feel so good love... So tight... So- fuck" his hips falter a second when you flutter around him at his own words.

His deep thrusts have you moaning his name repeatedly, each one being caught by his own mouth. He's vocal, more vocal than anyone you had been with previously and you loved it, knowing you'd do anything you can to hear his noises.

"Fuck you were made for me, look at you" he says before his grasping your chin, making you look at where you were joined, resting his forehead against yours.

"Look how well you're taking me love" you had never expected him to be the type to talk dirty like this, but you can't help how good it makes you feel. You watch with him as his cock nearly completely leaves you before it returns, joint with the wet sounds from you. His eyes find yours again and you're quick to push your mouth to his, tongue instantly finding his, moaning his name into his mouth.

"Faster Ross"

"Don't want to hurt you baby" he says and you chuckle, he shakes his head at the look of you, he couldn't resist if he tried. So he quickens the pace, movements just as deep as before, hitting your spot just the same, just more regularly now. The way you cling to his shoulders and the way you're clenching around him feels like heaven.

"Never going to get enough of this. Fuck I love you" he says, your mouth sucking against his neck, biting it as you moan, back arching again. His fingertips find your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves until your mouth hangs open, not able to do anything but moan his name.

"Ross Ross Ross" you repeat, it now being the only word you can say.

"I fucking love you. God I love you" he says forehead falling forward and resting against yours again and once again he can't help but look down at where he's snapping into you. He can't believe this is happening to him, he can't believe you of all people are allowing him to have you this way.

"so so lucky" he mumbles whilst looking at your sopping cunt taking him so well. You almost cum undone at his words, moving his chin upwards until he's looking at you.

"Ross..." Your eyes flutter momentarily before looking deep into his dark orbs, you pulse around him, your orgasm drawing closer. Your voice is floaty, barely there but he can hear you. The words you let out are sultry and they have his hips stuttering forward.

"Want you to cum for me" he knows he'll never hear anything hotter. He pushes himself forward before pulling backwards, he does this four more times before he bottoms out and stills, cumming inside you, coating your walls with him.

His thumb finds your clit, and knows by the way you're clenching around him youre close.

"Fuck I'm going to cum" you say.

"cum for me darling, cum for me" he says and his words make you let go, shaking around him. He grasps your shaking hand in his and he holds you through your orgasm, lips moving slowly against yours as a string of moans and his name fall into his mouth from yours.

Once you've come down from your high he pulls out of you, making the both of you groan, he falls down onto the bed next to you, pulling you to lie on his chest.

"Was that okay?" He asks. "Wasn't too fast or anything?" His insecurity speaks again.

"Ross it was perfect... Couldn't be more perfect" you say with a brief kiss to his mouth.

"Be my girlfriend please?" He asks and you smile as you nod.

"Id love to"

You cuddle after that, many more kisses pressed against one another's mouth and an array of "I love you's" being said. You then fall asleep, you pressed to his chest and his arms keeping you safe. It could never have not been perfect, because it was with Ross. Your person, who from the moment you met him, loved you exactly the way you needed.

[sketch-guardian]

I need to see everyone with mc who has a grumpy cat they bring everywhere

Like the cat hates EVERYONE but mc and mc treats it like a baby to the point they bring it everywhere. Oh, you wanna ask mc out? Their cat is right there, judging you. You want alone time? No, the cat will be there whether you like it or not. The cat has cute little outfits too, costs way too much for it to be normal.

It sounds like an adorable idea😽I love fluff (and cats-) so I'll do my best to write some good headcanons💖in the meantime I apologize for how long it took me🙈:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A MC WHO HAS A GRUMPY CAT"

DEMYA

At first Demya would even find MC's grumpy cat cute, especially for the outfits, which would make her assume that MC treats it very well, almost like a child, a quality that Demya would be able to appreciate, because although she likes meat, Demya hates animal abuse and places like zoos or especially circuses, where some animals are kept in cages, make her uncomfortable, due to a phase of her childhood. However, Demya remains a territorial demon with feral tendencies, so as soon as she realizes that the cat is trying to monopolize MC's attention, she would quietly declare war. To make her relationship with MC clear, Demya would leave her scent on her mate, to signal that they're already taken, making sure to cover the scent left by the cat. When the grumpy cat is present during cuddles, Demya would make sure to cuddle on top of MC, taking up all available space and making sure to stare the sulky cat in the eyes defiantly. Even vocalizing affection would become a challenge, when the cat would purr at MC, Demya, unable to do that, would let out an affectionate deep guttural growl, loud enough to make MC's bones rumble. If none of her methods worked, then Demya would try a truce, offering the grumpy cat kibbles and treats, after all such a strategy would work on her. If MC pointed out that Demya was trying to bribe their cat, Demya would sulk and say that the cat started it. In the end, Demya and the cat, for MC's sake, would be able to tolerate each other and live together, a bit like they were sibilings

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra respects cats, they are agile, brave, clever and would also respect their need for space, understanding it firsthand, however it would be difficult for Domnra to take MC's grumpy cat seriously, given the way in which it is dressed, in fact although Mobim's mentality is a bit childish, Domnra would never dress the little curse in such clothes. Domnra wouldn't particularly mind the cat's frequent presence, being used to almost always having Mobim with him, even in MC's company, however the grumpy cat's judging gaze while he tries to kiss MC would make Domnra a little uncomfortable. Now, it wouldn't necessarily bother Domnra if he were the object of the cat's resentment, however it would be a problem if it also behaved so grumpily towards Mobim, with the little curse being innocent and timidly trying to make friends, therefore for Mobim's sake, MC would ask their cat to make an effort to at least accept Mobim, doing activities together such as playing or taking naps. Mobim would grow attached to the grumpy cat, but would still be afraid of being hit by a paw

AZUL

Azul, as the menace he is, would be far too eccentric and clingy even for MC's grumpy cat, because he wouldn't be jealous at all and would actually be very affectionate towards the cat, despite scratches or hisses, he would also take a lot of photos of the cat wearing those adorable outfits on MC's lap, cooing over the cuteness of the scene. Azul would also try to play with the cat with some toys and would jokingly make fun of the cat by comparing it to Domnra, given the grumpyness, however in the end, Azul wouldn't mind having the cat close by, in fact he would even try to include it, whether in pictures or cuddles. Basically Azul would become with MC the other parent, much to the grumpy cat's dismay

ZURI

Zuri finds cats to be very elegant and charming creatures with graceful movements and sinuous walks, so there wouldn't be too much difference between her and MC's cat, she would also appreciate the high quality outfits that MC buys for their cat, making sure to help them in search for fabrics and materials that do not bother the feline's skin or ability to move. Zuri would notice MC's morbid attachment to the animal and vice versa, noting the mutual desire for closeness, even in their moments of intimacy such as dates, however as an adult and mature demon, Zuri would refuse to be jealous of a cat, her pride wouldn't allow it after all. One of Zuri's methods to spend some quality time alone, however, would be to offer the grumpy cat a grooming treatment in a specialized shop and to take a walk with MC before going back to pick it up after the treatment. In the end Zuri would respect MC's sulky cat and the two would coexist quite civilly

ODON

Odon, despite how sad that might sound, wouldn't be too surprised that MC's well dressed cat doesn't like them, they half-expected it, because although most animals seem interested in their presence, there are exceptions to the rule, namely creatures that trust less, perceiving their powerful eldritch nature, however Odon would come to terms with it, even if they would like to befriend the grumpy cat, since it seems very important to MC. Odon wouldn't mind the presence of the sulky cat at all, they would handle it quite well, who would actually be annoyed would be Odon's eye-like creatures, who would return the judgmental glares directed at the cat, while MC is unaware. If the grumpy cat were to scratch one of the eye-like creatures, especially on the eyeball, Odon's eye-like creature would float towards MC in tears to be comforted, exaggerating the pain it feels. In the end, Odon would like the cat's presence and over time the feline would get used to the eldritch being, but between the grumpy cat and the eye-like creatures there would be a sort of rivalry

REMIEL

Remiel isn't used to deal with animals, at least not living ones, in fact the only animals she has ever interacted with are her father's Death undead crow and steed, Dust and Despair, probably the only friends she ever had during her lonely childhood. Remiel wouldn't have an opinion on the cat's sullen face, as she has a rather somber resting face and its frequent presence wouldn't disturb her at all, the curious angel of death would however ask some questions about its clothes, wondering if they don't make the cat too warm or itchy. Remiel's soothing and comforting presence would, over time, convince the grumpy cat to accept her and welcome her into MC's life. Furthermore, Remiel would only try to pet the cat if she obtained MC's consent first

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel is mainly fascinated by creatures such as insects, especially butterflies, a trait in common with Azul, however he would still be very interested in learning more about other animals, such as MC's cat, very well dressed and taken care of. Nathaniel as an angel would be quite good at making animals feel safe and at ease, which is why it would seem a little strange to him that MC's grumpy cat would refuse to let him get too close, however Nathaniel doesn't embody patience without reason and therefore he would be patient until the cat gets used to his presence near MC, even the judging gaze wouldn't bother Nathaniel, understanding that the cat is only trying to protect MC. Nathaniel would probably be the angel with the least difficulty in possibly making friends with the grumpy cat, chilling together

URIEL

Uriel is usually more used to seeing magical creatures than terrestrial animals, such as griffins or monsters to slay, so she would attempt to be extremely cautious towards MC's cat, fearing its fragile feline body would break with a single touch from her. As an angel, albeit a warrior, Uriel would expect animals to like her, so she would grow a little frustrated by the grumpy cat's judgmental gaze towards her, even if she would refuse to admit that she was either offended or jealous, in the name of the Celestial Realm she's worthy of being with MC, she doesn't need the approval of a ridiculously dressed cat. Despite her troubled thoughts, to please MC, Uriel would try to manage the sulky cat as best she can, even when it interrupts intimate moments or plays with the feathers of her wings. MC should praise Uriel's effort, because she's usually not very patient

[laceymorganwrites]

Jealousy suits you

One Piece men edition

A/N: Look, jealousy hcs for the guys are always nice, but I need more feral and possessive reader ones so here you go 

Female reader

NSFW

Kid:

oh he´s gonna love this

begrudgingly

for Kid being jealous himself is natural, and he hates seeing you complain about it. you´re his and nobody else can have you. simple as that

when you tell him you´re jealous, or when he notices more likely, his first instinct would be to belittle you a bit

he finds it cute but doesn´t take you seriously at first

after all he doesn´t care about any other women than you

but when you´re in bed that night, he sees the sheer anger and passion in your eyes

oh it just clicks for him

he wants to tease you, how desperate you are for marking him up

you tell him to shut up and his dick twitches, he has to hold himself back not to cum on the spot

Kid enjoyed the switch of power a bit too much and won´t even stop any women from flirting with him anymore

Kaido:

he´s so dense, he doesn´t even realize you´re jealous

doesn´t take you serious at all in your emotions so he won´t even be mad or annoyed

just tries to shrug it off

but when you´re home and just push him onto bed roughly he´s flabbergasted, does not know what´s going on

doesn´t mind the change of power, you two have been together long enough for him to fully trust you and accept the fact he´s enjoying a bit of care from you from time to time

but you´ve never been so rough with him before, it surprises him quite a bit

you´re riding him when you finally tell him he should stop letting other women get so close to him 

he tries to reassure you as best as he can but you´re not getting more than: ´don´t be ridiculous´

Kaido doesn´t care for other women, it´s been hard enough to get you in the first place (most of all because he´s been in denial of his own feelings for so long)

still, you won´t be satisfied with just this answer tonight, opting to pull at his horns and be even rougher with him

´...I´ll send them away next time´

King:

out of all of them he immediately realizes when he´s being flirted with by some other woman 

and he´s fucking scared of it

he hates getting attention like this when it´s not from you

he always tells you when some woman bothered him on his way back home, which you then take care of

but one day you were out in town with him, holding his hand, very clearly a couple

so when some woman blatantly flirts with King in front of you, touching his chest, you just flip

King apologizes to you at home, saying how he was just frozen and couldn´t do anything

but he´s always a good boy, you know that 

and you don´t blame him at all

still, you need to get your frustrations out

you´re gentle with him in bed, paying attention to his most sensitve spots

you overstimulate his nipples, biting and marking them until he´s a whimpering mess

your touches are so soft and gentle, so passionate

he used to hate his voice so much but you manage to force it out of him over and over again

you´re fingering him, it´s almost embarrassing at this time how easy and quick you find his prostrate every damn time

but tonight you make him cum untouched for the first time

´only I get to touch you like that´

Killer:

he knows he´s in trouble when he sees that sweet smile of yours when he´s giving this poor woman directions

she wasn´t even flirting with him but Killer´s always too nice to everybody and that irks you

you usually don´t get that possessive but when you do there´s no stopping it

you´re scaringly calm and quiet whenever you get jealous, ordering him around when you´re alone

you´ll be nice enough with foreplay, stretching him out nicely, making him cum almost, but only almost

the strap you have is bigger than his cock and it fills him up perfectly, he´s alwasy a whimpering mess when you use it, so it´s your lucky charm

you have him against your chest, mercilessly fucking into him and hearing that sweet slutty moan when you pull his hair just right

´mommy, please-´

´please what? use your words, you´re a big boy aren´t you?´

´I´m yours, only yours, please, mommy, please I need it so bad´

[miguellover07]

Ok ok I wanted to request something

Highschool/college au

Badboy!miguel x chubbyfem!reader (well she an nerd,if u want to know)

(I'm what to say, but I hope u can create something with this idea)

I HOPE U HAVE AN WONDERFUL DAY 😘😘😇😇

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH my first request, I`m kind of excited huh

Around 1200 words, High-school au, BadboyMiguel x chubbyfem!reader, fluff

Jump, little mouse

Again, you are being pushed against your locker and you can already tell who did it.

Miguel who keeps messing with you by either stealing a pen, scribbling on your paper, hiding your backpack or in extreme situation either pushes you against the locker or even slightly pulls your hair.

He is standing there with his group already laughing as you pick up your books and notes that got knocked over.

You however try to ignore them and keep your face as neutral as possible because if they see any kind of reaction they will only push you further and perhaps do something worst.

The culprit is quick to snack one of your favorite comics away and you can´t help but panic.

"NO! give that back please" you try to reason with him as you step forward to take it back but he only lifts it above your head.

"Give me one good reason why I should do that? Hm?" he teases with a smug smirk and in your paniced state, you do exactly what he wants and that is: jumping.

"Miguel! It´s a special edition, there are only 50 of them, pleaseee" you say with tears in your eyes as you remember how you´ve spent your whole pocket money on this comic.

But he doesn´t care instead he answer your explanation with little 'oh', 'ah' and 'uh-huh'.

He relishes in the sight before him, he even gets bolder by pulling it behind him so that you lean against him while your hand tries to reach your favorite comic but to no avail.

"Oh, come on now, you can do it, I believe in you, my little mouse" he coos teasingly at you.

His friends are mocking and hollering as they witnes the scene before them. One of them even tried the same thing by taking another comic but you don´t care since your eyes are only on the special one.

Miguel´s smirk only grows wider, the way he can feel your body against him makes him go feral and he needs to bite his lip as he fights the urge to put his arm around your waist in order to press you tighter against him.

He can´t lie, he always had a thing for you but you two are too different which makes it difficult to connect.

Sometimes he even feels bad for treating you like this, he would much rather take you out on dates and just treat you right but you always act so skittish and shy around him which makes it even harder for him.

So, his only way is to tease you a little bit, in order to get your attention and hoping that you would maybe let a little lose around him.

He also made sure that he is the only one who could do this to you. Everybody else would get threatened or beaten by him.

By now there are other people watching the scene and some even take pictures and videos of the two of you.

Seeing how it´s hopeless to get your comic back you try to step back and find a teacher who could help you with him.

The unwanted attention already makes you uncomfortable and only now do you realize that you´ve made a fool out of yourself by jumping.

But before you can step back, he finally gives in to his desire and puts his arm around your waist and presses you tightly against him.

With shock in your eyes you look up at him as you open your mouth to protest but suddenly you feel his hand against your side and he squeezes it really hard.

Yelping and perplexed you look up at him.

For a second you don´t know what to do, frozen you stand there and only stare up at him. Even he seems shocked by his doing.

The loud hollering and noise tears you back to reality and you push him away from you, tears already streaming down your face as you run towards the bathroom.

Quickly you lock yourself up in one of the stalls and you can´t hold back the sobbs and tears.

He just squeezed your side. Why would he do that?

Not a minute later there are knocks and calls from girls, telling you that you should come out and reassuring you that everything will be alright.

But you aren´t ready to step out just now so in your defence you start accusing them "Leave me alone now! You could have done something before this happened but you all only watched!"

Some try it again but most of them just left you and after some stubborn minutes of your silence, the remaining ones left as well.

Now you can finally try to calm down, taking deep breaths and wiping your tears away.

Then when you feel ready you open the door only to get jump scared as Miguel stand in front of you, in the middle of the female bathroom.

Again you try to close the door and start screaming but he is faster and stronger as he pushes the door open and puts his hand over your mouth while closing the door and just holds you like this.

His hand over your mouth and his arm around your shoulder, his eyes never leaving yours as you try to break free from his hold.

"Calm down if I get caught it´ll be your fault," he hisses, "I promise I´m not going to harm you... I just want to say sorry...".

You don´t trust him but his threat scares you so against your will you calm down and he sighs while removing his hands from you.

"I´m sorry I obviously pushed your boundaries but... I couldn´t hold back... and I know this sounds like I´m some kind of animal... but I just needed to feel you," he sighs as if he was disappointed with himself, " I like you... a lot but you´re always so cold to me and I couldn´t find another way to get your attention and I thought it would be enough to tease you a little here and there but... I´m sorry you didn´t deserve any of it".

With his confession he suddenly looks like a kicked puppy and you want to forgie him but what he did today was really unacceptable.

The little bathroom stall makes you two stand very close as he puts his hands next to your head to lean on them and your heart starts racing while your cheeks blush but you're too mad and hurt to give in your feelings.

"Miguel-" you start but are quickly cut of "I would´ve never damaged your comics, I swear I know how much you like them and for an apology we could go to the bookstore down the street and I´ll buy you whatever you want there and after that we could also get your favorite coffee and some snacks together, what do you say?"

And the suggestion does sound nice, especially since you could never buy these overpriced figures.

So, after a bit of thinking you slowly nod but raise your pointy finger at him, trying to be intimidating "But no more teasing, you hear me? And no more squeezing"

Nodding he takes your hand in his and gives it a tender kiss "yes of course anything but... could I at least pinch your cheeks? Just once, please"

Rolling your eyes, you agree with a little ´fine´ and he pinches it so gently while his other hand keeps holding onto your hand.

His expression is the one of a puppy who go their treat which makes you chuckle a bit.

You can´t believe that this is the same Miguel from earlier, it´s like he is a completely different person but you don´t complain since he is so much nicer like this.

And you can´t deny it, he does look good, perhaps if he is better and gentler with you, you might accept his confession.

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I just wrote around 1200 words. I actually had two ideas but I decide this one was better because I wasn´t sure whether you wanted some smut in it so I just went with the fluff and I also wasn't sure if you wanted the two of them to be in a relationship or not so i kind of just made the "beginning" <3

[kerosene-saint]

some killjoy hcs for my like... versions of them? or maybe AU of them? I'm not sure-

FABULOUS FOUR:

Jet Star: she/her, he/him, xae/xaer. Was born inside the city but he and his mom fled to the Zones when he was really little (like 3 or 4). She is definitely a boygirl, girlboy, girlfriendboyfriend, and that boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that the Killers were talking about. Absolutely has both a mom voice and a dad voice xae can do. Eye patch is star shaped for aesthetic reasons. Only writes letters in glitter gel pens. Father figure goth girl (no you don't get any context). Tired a lot and probably has a sleep disorder but it's not confirmed since she lives out in the Zones. Usually seems stoic or angry to others but the 'joys that know xaer know that's just xaer resting bitch face, though xae can be quite mean at times if need be. Has the most medical experience but can't really help much outside of stitching wounds up, disinfecting, and bandaging. Often looks very disheveled for no particular reason. 19 years old.

Party Poison: they/them ... just a bit of a enbywhore, just a little bit. Hides their feelings a lot since they view themself as the leader, "makes up for it" by being overdramatic to annoy people. Sassy. Has nightmares a lot due to the trauma of making it into the Zones in their early teen years. If you ask them to turn down the music and don't give an actual reason as to why they should (like overstimulated or have a headache) then they'll just respond with "LINE?? SORRY I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER HOW SHINEY THIS MUSIC IS!". Found family sucker, made their own out of the Fab 4 (and also sort of the 109 radio crew). Unlabeled. Has definitely kissed a 'crow just to catch them off guard so they could dust them. Or kissed a crow for fun just because they could. Kobra Kid is their brother. Would be the unreliable narrator. They have dyscalculia, which doesn't come into play very often in the zones but is why Jet is the one who handles all money transactions. Supposedly a prophet? their night terrors turn out to be sort of prophetic. 18 years old.

Fun Ghoul: Uses all the pronouns, every neopronoun, every binary pronoun, doesn't really have a preference. Completely Zone kid, born and raised. Feral little guy. Has a bit of a sweet tooth (a nack for explosives). Running away from the consequences of xer actions. Burnt off their fingerprints on one of their experiments. Really smart but acts dumb because it's fun to trick people (they are a little dumb though). Cartoon character energy. Sniffs people??? Nearly goes cage mad every other week due to understimulation (which is why her finger prints are burnt off). Sharp teeth that they shaved to be that way after they got bored of blowing up things one week. Sometimes Jet will take them driving or racing to keep cake entertained. Possibly bisexual?? Bites people as a love language. Somewhat violent and is prone to throwing bombs to let off steam instead of yelling at people. Gets into fights every so often that Party has to break up. Probably has a fair amount of hearing loss due to being dumb and exploding things without ear protection. Around 17 years old (clouds exact age is unknown since xei never kept track and don't really have paperwork due to being born in the Zones).

Kobra Kid: he/him, they/them, ve/ven/vens/venom. Silent violence type. Either non verbal half the time or just doesn't want to talk. Left blood in your Valentino white bag. Has memory problems which is why the Fab 4 often take a lot of photos so ve can remember. Just a little bit crazy, but more so protective. AUTISM. Special interest is snakes currently since he found a book on them. Got the vodka taken away from them after they tried to chug it on a dare from Ghoul. Mood swings, often rages out and joins Ghoul in blowing things up with bombs. Has a hard time crying though, it's really tough to get them to cry which they both love and hate. Cat energy. Owns a katakana cause why not and also ven is super cool so of course. Has Pathological Demand Avoidance (or what some people with it call Pervasive Drive for Autonomy which honestly I like better) and isn't aware of it, Party has found quite a few work arounds from trial and error from living with him as his primary caretaker for a while. 16 years old.

109 RADIO CREW:

Dr Death Defying: he/him, but has grown to not care as much what is used for him. Keeps insisting that he's fucked up from the war and that he's dangerous but really he's like a dad for everyone. Wears silly patterned socks a lot. PINK GUN! Has lived through a lot including multiple assassination attempts. Pan, but is extremely defensive??? Pro-respect women fr "It's okay to murder but it's not okay to disrespect women.". Raised Show Pony and Cherri Cola for the most part, being the two's biological uncle. Way too avid music listener, when he's not running the radio station he's finding new music (and sending Show out to get said music). Hasn't actually lived through a lot, he's died multiple times but he's friends with the Witch, her being an old friend he knew before she became the Witch, so he ends up getting revived. Iron deficiency, which eating the food that they can get out in Zones has not helped in any way, is the main reason he uses a wheelchair (along with joint pain and such). He has a couple different wheelchairs, including one that is all terrain which he can pop a wheelie on but he refuses to go out as much so it doesn't get much use. Taught the 109 radio crew and the Fab 4 sign language and holds classes for 'joys wanting to learn it. Around 36-38.

Show Pony: they/them primarily but uses a few neopronouns (which I've yet to decide on). Weirdly obsessed with water for some reason, any safe (or even not safe) body of water they've probably jumped in. Definitely has danced in the rain like a crazy person. Memory problems and often forgets things they've said more than things they've done. When they were younger they were a fairly shy kid, after a while they had a sort of personality change. Paints their nails a lot, sometimes paints others as well. Feminine in the way a gay guy is feminine but also they're enby. Pushes their heart shaped sunglasses down their nose so they can look over them like an annoyed librarian. Has probably been deficient in a lot of things before and sometimes just lays on the ground when they feel sick because it's the only thing that seems to help. "The power of friends and GUNS!". Likes to tease people, especially cis guys, because they find it funny when they get angry and frustrated. Does the exact same thing to 'crows because seeing a crow lose control and try to kill them while they do barely anything to dust them is entertaining. Also a bit of an enbywhore like Party. They got given their first pair of roller skates by Dr D when they were 10 and now barely take them off. When they aren't wearing their skates they sometimes trip over their own feet because they still have the motor memory of skating. 19 years old.

Cherri Cola: he/him, they/them. They pirated their gender from BL/ind, they call themself illegally male. Mixed emotions kinda of person, looks angry when they're not. Definitely get angry while also appreciative, tough love-ish. Also prone to just… crying for no reason? can also fake cry really well which he uses to confuse 'crows. Pathetic little dude, coughing blood and then asking if he looks good. Kind of a bitch but that's okay. Punched a wall once because he was "full of love". Eating ibuprofen like it's a snack (much to the dismay and concern of Show and Doc who often try to hide ibuprofen bottles so they won't take them as often). Gets mad and slams his fists against a table or punches a wall and doesn't think about how much it would hurt until after he's done it. 17 years old.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

HOOOOOO BOY. This is ACTUALLY the longest thing I've ever written I think. So yea! Enjoy my spontaneous little gift for ya since we talked in the disc!

Where is it where IS it godda— oh. There it is.

The pill bottle rattled as Adam shook out several more of the capsules than he should've. So much for "too much ibuprofen will cause liver failure."

It hurt. Not just the werewolf stuff, but the fact that every little preparation he did had to be done alone. He had to sneak out of the shared bedroom, don't forget the stupid amount of drugs to dull the pain, lock the door from the inside, forget the drugs, unlock the door—

Gah. God, why didn't he tell Jonah. I mean.. surely he'd help once he came around.. no. No. He'd cower. Scream, even. Not even Adam wanted to know what it looked like from someone else's view.

In nothing but a old, tattered tank top and shorts, the floors of the shabbily held together house were freezing against Adams skin.

Gh. Starting to regret not wearing shoes, but I only have three other pairs 'nd I keep getting side eyes from Seth about the fact I haven't worn many different things lately. Can't risk any more clothes. Not anymore.

Avoiding instinctually flipping on the light in the kitchen, Adam made his way to the window, unlocked it, and just as he was nearly homefree—

Flick.

"Adam?"

Oh. Oh No.

The sudden light burned his eyes.

"...hhhey, Sarah.." Adam spoke with a faked groggy tone. He was wide awake, and Sarah couldn't know why.

She seemed exhausted, Adam couldn't tell if it was from waking up or the usual seemingly idiotic shenanigans he had been pulling lately.

"I—" she started, only to pause and take a breath. "Have so many questions. One, what are you doing—"

Adam could barely get a word in before she cut him off, continuing.

"Two, where are you going. Three, PUT SOME DARN CLOTHES ON. it's middle 've winter!"

Adam sighed, hand covering his bite, straining himself not to clutch it as it stung.

"One, I'm leaving, two, nowhere important, three... Ok fine you caught me. I'm not.. that cold."

"You're shivering."

"Am not."

"... Adam don't make me fight with you, man. Go to bed. Whatever it is you're up to, it can probably wait—"

"That's the THING it ca— gahh. Look. You wouldn't get it."

"So, you're saying I'm stupid or something?"

"No! I just—" Adam winced in pain, the scars on his body flaring up. "ghhHH— I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine."

"..you're clearly not if you're saying that. Just.. tell me what's happening. You've really started acting weird lately, you're honestly starting to remind me of—"

Shut up shut up stop talking I see the little gears in your head spinning, Sarah, Please-

"—Seth."

"OOOKAY, that's enough of that conversation. Can I please get going now?"

Adam could feel his tendons shifting. This was it, huh. Sarah was gonna co-sign her own death certificate if she didn't back off now.

"No, Adam- dude it's freezing out there! You honestly wouldn't make it past the front yard in that."

"...watch me."

Thinking he was joking, Sarah didn't bother to stop him from throwing himself out the window and booking it.

Sarah attempted to speak, but was unable to put any coherent sentence together that would explain the sheer disappointment and confusion she felt.

If only she knew.

YOOOOOO /pos

Wolf boys feral-

[lesbian-in-leather]

Asoue and wwdits

Into the woods if you feel up to it

Thanks for the ask, darling!!

Just answered for asoue here

What We Do In the Shadows

OTP: oh it's gotta be Nadja/Lilith. What can I say; I'm a sucker for lesbians, Lucy Punch, and bitter exes. They really have it all <3

Favourite canon pairing: Nadja/Laszlo of course. Though in recent series they haven't really been getting any screen time so my love for them has been dying somewhat. I hope they get some good scenes in the last season!

Worst pairing ever: Nadja and Colin. Why did they do that. Why did they do that. Why did they do that. Why did they-

Guilty pleasure pairing: I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH WRITING AN 'OH I DON'T REALLY HAVE ONE' PASSAGE WHEN I REALISED I DO. I FUCKING DO AND NO ONE WILL KNOW WHAT I'M ON ABOUT BUT HERE GOES ANYWAY!! Okay so you know in that one episode when Nadja was on the council and they had a fancy banquet and Nandor was in his depression nap and everyone thought he was dead?? Well one of the sexy vampire ladies that turned up was Carmilla (famous vampire from the vampiric novel, Carmilla) and I ABSOLUTELY wanted her and Nadja to get together. There it is, that's the guilty-pleasure ship, yet another one-episode character but somehow worse than Lilith because Carmilla only had like three lines

A pairing you want to see more: Nadja/The Guide!! The Guide is throwing herself at my girl and she is absolutely clueless. Icon <3

That pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: Nadja/Jenna. Really not into it, she gave me a VERY strong maternal vibe and I am. Not a fan of shipping them. Again, you do you, but like. Not for me

Favourite non-romantic pair: Nadja & Guillermo! I wish we'd given more focus to their dynamic earlier in the show, they' 've always had the potential to be really great bitchy friends, but we DID get her going absolutely fucking feral to save his life, risking hers in the process, so... it's a win <3

Into the Woods

I have basically never thought about shipping these characters so this is going to be fun

OTP: Baker's Wife and Cinderella. Straight up, I think it would be really fun and also the whole "when you know you can't have what you want what's the profit in wishing?" vs "how can you know what you want til you get what you want and you see if you like it?" I'm just saying, their little late night heart-to-hearts could have turned into something fruity

Favourite canon pairing: Cinderella's Prince/Baker's Wife is literally just funny. Like girlie what was even going through your head there

Worst pairing ever: Rapunzel/Rapunzel's Prince. I'm sorry, she was locked in a tower for her entire life, then abandoned by her mother for the horrible crime of making a friend (and fucking him, but still, that was your fault too buddy-boy), and he has the audacity to complain that she cries too much?? She wandered alone in the desert with newborn twins thinking that you were DEAD. It's been less than a year! My girl had TRAUMA and she deserved better

Guilty pleasure pairing: the Witch and the Stepmother. Do they ever interact? No. Do I think it'd be super funny to pair up the only villainous women just because? Absolutely. They can start an "I was a bad mother but also I love my children with my whole heart" club and make each other worse

A pairing you want to see more: Florinda and Lucinda with Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, respectively. First of all I think it's funny that it would fulfil the whole 'good marriage' thing, but also I just think the stepsisters get a really rough deal and someone needs to get those princesses out of there before the aspiring Henry VIII's get on to their second wives

That pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: Baker/Baker's Wife. I'm sorry, there is no good option here. She cheated, he undervalued her at every turn, yells in her face because she just wants to help, and then has this ~wonderful realisation~ that "wow, maybe I should work with my wife!" before going straight back to his "you stay here and do nothing Because I Said So" mindset in act two. Mans has anger issues and I don't like it. Also, again, she cheated. There is no good angle to this relationship

Favourite non-romantic pair: Cinderella and the Baker. They really said "well, that was an awful lot of trauma none of us asked for. Guess we're sticking together and raising a family of two orphans and your infant son that you had with your wife (who's now dead) who cheated with my husband (who's telling people I'm dead)". Like that's so fuckin iconic.

Wait but ALSO the Witch and Rapunzel??? That's a fucking fascinating dynamic right there, like the Witch does love her! She absolutely unequivocally does! But also she doesn't know how to love her, and it is SO endlessly interesting to me and always will be

Send me a fandom and I'll answer these questions!

[thegamingcatmom]

Do you think that vampires in the smeyerverse like the Denali sisters can get drunk off the blood of a intoxicated human (assuming that these feral sisters are still feeding off of humans…at least on occasion) or even after feeding off of a highly adrenalized animal (like the veggie vampires can get drunk or maybe high off of the adrenaline of the animals they feed on if that makes any sense???) If so, do you have any headcanons for drunk!denali sisters x sober!mc who is trying their best to manage three shitfaced beauties… i know this is a weird request but ever since reading your lovely fanfiction The Sisters the idea has been one of my Roman empires for a while now ;)

(Another ask that took me way too long to answer. Apologies! 🫶)

First off: Pls don´t ever think of your question/request as too strange or "weird" to ask. This blog doesn´t judge, so pls don´t hesitate to reach out to me about any HC or thoughts you might have. Twilight or other. 🤗❤️

Second of all: "shitfaced beauties" LMAO, I love this!

Right so, I think there would defo be some effects. Not as intense as the intoxicated human they drank from, but still enough for MC to realize-

...Something´s wrong. And not the kind of "wrong" she´s (had to) become used to.

(We´re in the feral universe here, obv.)

How did MC come to this conclusion, you ask? Well...

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The Unholy Trinity return from some good ol´ sisterly bonding when they (quite literally) stumble upon a very confused MC (girl´s been babysat in their absence ofc):

Irina, strolling towards her: "Well, well...if that ain´t the bane of my existence."

...

Dreadful Red talks to her? And not just that-

Irina: *smug smile starts spreading*

...She smiles at her too???

👀

Is this a game? A trick? A trap that´s just waiting to snap shut? MC´s always known this day would come, but she didn´t expect it to be so soon-

Kate: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, excuse you?"

Kate: *proceeds to violently hug MC*

MC, face squished between boobs: ❓💀❓

Kate: "She was the bane of my existence first!"

Irina: *overly dramatic eye rolling followed by even more dramatic scoffing*

Tanya: *swaggers towards them*

Tanya: *sees MC´s face in places it has no business being in*

...

Tanya: *stomps towards them*

Irina, scoffing: "Please...you´ve been drooling over her like a starved dog the moment you set eyes on her."

Kate: *slow blinking*

Kate: *pushes MC away, holding her at arm´s length as she gives her a quick once-over*

Kate: *violently hugs MC back to her, face squished between boobs and all*

Kate, without an ounce of shame: "...Duh. Your point?"

Irina: 🙄

Tanya, who has witnessed it all: *seething*

Tanya: "Katrina!"

Kate: "Ugh."

Tanya: *indignant spluttering*

Tanya: "Don´t you dare ugh me, sestra!"

Tanya: *grabs MC´s wrist and proceeds to pull-*

Kate, who refuses to let go: "Or what? Huh?... Or should I say UGH?"

Tanya: *eye starts twitching*

Tanya: "Give her to me. Now."

Tanya: *pulls again*

Kate: "Or what?"

Kate: *pulls back*

Tanya: "Or we´ll have a serious conversation."

Tanya: *pulls again*

Kate: *lets out the fakest gasp in history*

Kate: "Oh no! Not a conversation!"

Kate: *pulls back*

MC: *starts to get a whiplash from the constant back and forth*

MC: "Uhh...guys-"

Tanya: "Alright. If it´s action you prefer then how about I go and erase all your progress on that stupid console you spend day and night shouting at?"

Tanya: *pulls again*

Kate: *lets go because her mind´s still processing*

MC: *face goes from one set of boobs to another*

Tanya: *hand comes up to make sure that head stays right where it is*

MC: "Mphf-!"

Kate, sus af: "...You´re playin´."

Tanya: *shrugs*

Tanya: "Am I?"

MC: *muffled sounds of protest*

Kate: "..."

Tanya: "..."

Kate, turning to Irina: "...´RINA-"

Irina: "That shouting is damn annoying."

Kate: 🥺

Tanya: 😏

MC: *hands flailing as she tries to unstuck herself*

Kate, pulling THAT card: "...CARMEEEEEN!"

Tanya: "SHHHH!"

Kate: "YOU SHHHH!"

Carmen, in the distance: "Katrina?!"

Tanya: *starts cursing in Slovak*

Irina: *snorts*

Tanya: "You´re such a child!"

Kate: "Says the one who can´t share!"

Kate: *looks pointedly at a squished MC who´s desperately trying to get some air*

Tanya: *eye starts twitching*

Carmen, who has reached them by now: "What seems to be the problem here?"

Tanya & Kate: *go off at the same time, accusing the other of various things (some of which have absolutely nothing to do with the problem at hand), pointing their finger and all*

Irina: *smiles serenely as she soaks it all up*

Carmen: *eyes dart back and forth between them as she tries to distinguish one voice from the other, trying to do everyone justice, before her gaze lands on-*

Carmen: *Spanish mom mode activated*

Carmen: "Tatjana Espinosa Denali!"

Tanya & Kate: "..."

MC: *muffled panicking cause AIR*

Carmen, pointing to MC: "Déjala ir!" (Let her go!)

Tanya: *releases MC so damn fast-*

MC: *takes a greedy gulp of air as she stumbles towards her savior*

Irina: *snorts*

Carmen: "¿Qué les he dicho a ustedes dos sobre-" (What have I told you two about-)

...

Carmen: *stops to take a cautious whiff*

Tanya & Kate: *start sweating (not really, but you can bet your ass they would if they could)*

Carmen, indignant: "¿Ustedes dos…borrachas?" (Are you two...drunk?)

Tanya & Kate: "...No?"

Irina: *snorts*

Carmen: *turns to her in response, only to realize-*

...

Irina: *...swallows*

Carmen, in utter disappointment: "Irina-"

Irina, panicking: "THEY FORCED ME!"

Tanya & Kate: "WHAT?!"

MC: *snorts*

Carmen: *turns to her in response*

MC: *...swallows*

Tanya & Kate & Irina: 👀

Carmen: "...You did nothing wrong, mi amor. You may go."

MC: 😇

Carmen: 🥰

Tanya & Kate & Irina: ❓🤯❓

MC: *walks off with a noticeable skip in her steps*

Carmen: *watches her go, a serene smile on her face*

Tanya & Kate & Irina: ❓🥺❓

Carmen: *turns to face the Unholy Trinity*

Tanya & Kate & Irina: "..."

Carmen: ...🙅‍♀️ (crossed arms)

Tanya & Kate & Irina: 😅

Carmen: 🙅‍♀️

Tanya & Kate & Irina: 💀

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OKAY THIS TURNED WAY CRACKIER THAN I EXPECTED. 😭

(Carmen wasn´t initially planned btw, but drastic times call for drastic measures.)

But yeah, bickering is second nature for Tanya and Kate, so I imagine it only gets worse (and a lot hornier) when they´re somewhat "intoxicated," lol. As for Irina-

She actually becomes quite...approachable? I´d say? She´s a lot more relaxed for sure, and she might even be convinced to participate in her sisters´ (mostly Kate´s, let´s be honest) shenanigans. IF she´s drunk enough, lol.

Also, you know how there´s different types of drunk?

Tanya Denali:

Kate Denali:

Irina Denali:

Tanya is kinda a mix between angry and affectionate and horny, depending on who she has to deal with. She´ll also lose her posh attitude for the most part.

Kate is...Kate. Just a lot hornier. (She basically turns into sober!Tanya, LMAO.)

Irina loses some of her rough exterior and might even start conversing with people she normally wouldn´t spare a glance.

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

And also: TYSM for your lovely words on my fic! ❤️🫶

[mtnsedge]

「  @propheresy​​​ said,   “ PEOPLE ARE GONNA COME LOOKING FOR ME. ”  」

“Will they?”

A ache blossoms in his chest as he sits in front of his niece. The pain is nothing sentimental, rest assured — a pinched nerve somewhere in his shoulder, or perhaps too much strain placed upon his lungs. He imagines Joseph would prefer it if he softened his heart to her, this girl he thought he’d killed years ago, tubes pinched between his wavering fingers in some hospital down in Georgia. He’s heard the tale before, half-confession and half-decree. God spoke, and so his brother obeyed. 

Jacob wonders even still if it were some backhanded response to his own defiance, rather than guilt, that prompted the Father to recount the slaying. A threat that none were safe if his daughter wasn’t.

Botched slaying, Jacob thinks with some measure of derision. 

It’s terribly ironic, poetic in the way his brothers love but Jacob hates; success would have prevented this. He doubts Joseph would have been so lax as to let either of his brothers escape, had God condemned them as He had his daughter. 

Regardless, she is a present threat to be dealt with, not a past memory to dwell upon. 

“When will that be, d’you reckon? It’s been...” Jacob pauses, mulls the passage of time. Beraiah, ever faithful, ever steadfast, had dutifully plucked her from the bosom of the Valley within hours of his handler ordering the capture. 

Five days ago. His boy works fast, can scent a heretic better than any of his wolves. She is not here in their clutches because of any negligence on her part. She is here because the Father willed it, and his soldiers obeyed.

“Five days. Nearly a week of shittin’ in the corner of that cage, pissin’ your trousers, sleepin’ in the cold. When d’you think all those good, kind people you helped save will break you outta this kennel?”

A redundant question, he knows. It’s half the reason he’s asked it. Abandonment protrudes from her chest like a hunting knife, and Jacob takes his time twisting it. 

“That ‘resistance,’ those Cougars at the prison, the Whitetails...” Scorn drips from his words, not least of all when the final epitaph passes his lips. Some militia. Eli’s frightened band of pretend-soldiers, cowering in their bunker, wondering who among them will turn when the right tune passes through their ears.

“You’d ‘ve heard the gunfire. It echoes in these mountains. Not a peep. They’re all sittin’ around with their thumbs up their asses. They know where you are. I don’t bother to hide it.”

Jacob reaches through the bars of the cage, grabs Miriam by the jaw and squeezes. “So when the fuck’re they comin’ ?”

He halfway expects her to snap at his fingers like the feral mutt she is. A gnarled hand shoves her away as he leans back in his seat, the ache in his chest spreading to his sternum. God damn his lungs for their tender flesh, and God damn the military for pumping chemicals into it in hopes that he would die in some desert before he could complain about it. 

“You know just as well as I do. No one’s comin’. Not those fuckin’ hicks down in the Valley, not those pretend-soldiers Eli sends out to die every day. Not that little friend of yours, either. One of Faith’s Angels, fella with the flesh rottin’ off his face.” A dry, flat laugh rasps out past his cracked lips, the sound turning into a heavy cough. 

Well, that describes all of Faith’s zombies, doesn’t it?

“Had quite a look to ‘im when he first came to us. All his hair, his guitar, head hangin’ down low ‘cause he’d lost his way.” Jacob wipes his mouth with a cloth caked in dirt, olive-drab and spackled with the rust of his own organic decay. “What’s his name, again? Michael?”

Jacob swipes at his mouth again and tastes iron on his tongue. 

“He ain’t comin’ here to help you. Reckon he’s thrilled you’re with us, gettin’ to know the family. He’s been a good boy, your Michael. Maybe you ought’a join ‘im here.”

He says it as if his first impulse isn’t to shoot her dead. 

“Or is it John you want?” 

Ah, his baby brother. Had Joseph let him order his Chosen to kill the bitch dead, John never would have spiraled into this obsession with the girl, tethering his salvation with hers. In part, Jacob’s hunt had been to sever the cord between them. But the knife needs to be twisted further. Miriam is just as stubborn and degenerate as any Seed that came before her.

“No, no...” Jacob shakes his head, glares down at his captive. “Johnny ain’t gonna be seein’ you for a long time, niece.”

[liminalpsych]

Fandom-Focused Introduction

About Me

Pronouns: They/them, followed by ve/vir or xe/xir, followed by any other neopronouns. Just avoid he/she/it and you’re good.

Identifiers: Queer, non-binary trans / agender, gray-ace / demisexual, ADHD, polyamorous, Pagan, disabled (hEDS / Ehlers Danlos hypermobile type, POTs / postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, PTSD, maybe Sjogren's according to rheumatologist, possible MCAS / mast cell activation syndrome), kinky (feral/primal top-leaning switch)

Other demographics: 37 years old (mid 1980’s in case I forget to update this in a few years), USA, white

Links

liminalpsych on Archive Of Our Own

Active Fandoms

Fandoms I’m actively engaged in, participating in, reading and writing in, obsessing over, etc.

Arthurian literature: New interest! New hyperfocus! Reading all the original material and some new stuff too. It’s ridiculous, Arthurian myth is basically just a centuries-long accumulation of fanfic and OC’s that tons of people have collectively headcanoned and called it canon. Wild. Got into it thanks to Heather Dale’s Arthurian songs that made me start writing a fix-it fic to Trial of Lancelot where Lancelot, Arthur, and Guenivere are in a polyamorous triad. Because love triangles where everyone actually cares about each other and so polyamory would fix it easily drive me mad. But then I couldn’t figure out the story ending because I didn’t know enough about Arthurian literature, shelved it for almost a decade, then recently pulled it out, dove into Arthurian lore, and got hooked. Gonna be posting a lot about it. I think I’ve followed all the Arthuriana accounts I could find…

Genshin Impact: I haven’t been this into a piece of media in years. Favorite characters are Alhaitham, Xiao, Zhongli, Ningguang, Yae Miko, Ayato, Dehya, Baizhu (who is a whole damn gender, as is Alhaitham), Dottore (favorite villain to hate, great character, terrible person). My Traveler is Aether and I main Itto (who I adore, though he doesn’t make the top 10 list of favorite characters).

Inactive Fandoms

Fandoms I’ve been involved with in the past but not currently. Probably wouldn’t take much to make them active again, but they’re currently on the back burner.

Dragon Age (Inquisition especially, don’t care for Origins, still working on playing through DA2)

Sherlock Holmes (every iteration I’ve encountered, but BBC Sherlock’s first two seasons especially)

Redwall (my entire adolescence, my first roleplaying experience, and setting of the longest story I’ve ever written)

Early Marvel MCU (mostly the original Avengers crew + Loki, all the trauma and found family stuff)

World of Darkness (Mage: the Ascension particularly)

Flight Rising

Casual Fandoms

The honorable mentions. Fandoms I haven’t actively participated in but which hold a special place in my heart.

Terre d’Ange (Kushiel novels by Jacqueline Carey)

Valdemar (Mercedes Lackey)

Tortall (Tamora Pierce)

Feral Souls trilogy (Erica Woods)

Farscape

Legend of Zelda (Ocarina of Time had a major impact on my developmental preteen brain, though Twilight Princess is my favorite)

Final Fantasy (7 and 10 especially)

Dune (first 3 books, also 2020 movie)

[liminal-psych]

About

Note: I’m moving everything here over to liminalpsych, because this was a subaccount to an account I made years ago and haven’t touched in years, and tumblr doesn’t let you swap a sub account for your primary account. Starting over it is!

Pronouns: They/them, followed by ve/vir or xe/xir, followed by any other neopronouns. Just avoid he/she/it and you’re good.

Identifiers: Queer, non-binary, agender, kinky, gray-ace/demisexual, ADHD, polyamorous (…for well over a decade and a half now, yikes)

What I do: Psychotherapy (specializing in trauma, adhd/autism, gender dysphoria/transition support, GSMs), equestrian activities (have two minis and three full sized horses in my backyard), live action roleplaying, aviculture (I own some parrots and finches), writing sometimes

Links:

liminal_psych on Archive Of Our Own

Active Fandoms

Fandoms I’m actively engaged in, participating in, reading and writing in, obsessing over, etc.

Genshin Impact: I haven’t been this into a piece of media in years. Favorite characters are Alhaitham, Xiao, Zhongli, Ningguang, Yae Miko, Ayato, Dehya, Baizhu (who is a whole damn gender, as is Alhaitham), Dottore (favorite villain to hate, great character, terrible person). My Traveler is Aether and I main Itto (who I adore, though he doesn’t make the top 10 list of favorite characters).

Arthurian literature: New interest! New hyperfocus! Reading all the original material and some new stuff too. It’s ridiculous, Arthurian myth is basically just a centuries-long accumulation of fanfic and OC’s that tons of people have collectively headcanoned and called it canon. Wild. Got into it thanks to Heather Dale’s Arthurian songs that made me start writing a fix-it fic to Trial of Lancelot where Lancelot, Arthur, and Guenivere are in a polyamorous triad. Because love triangles where everyone actually cares about each other and so polyamory would fix it easily drive me mad. But then I couldn’t figure out the story ending because I didn’t know enough about Arthurian literature, shelved it for almost a decade, then recently pulled it out, dove into Arthurian lore, and got hooked. Not sure whether to make a separate Tumblr for it or not but I’ll just do all my fandom stuff here for now.

Inactive Fandoms

Fandoms I’ve been involved with in the past but not currently. Probably wouldn’t take much to make them active again, but they’re currently on the back burner.

Dragon Age (Inquisition especially, don’t care for Origins, still working on playing through DA2)

Sherlock Holmes (every iteration I’ve encountered, but BBC Sherlock’s first two seasons especially)

Redwall (my entire adolescence, my first roleplaying experience, and setting of the longest story I’ve ever written)

Early Marvel MCU (mostly the original Avengers crew + Loki, all the trauma and found family stuff)

World of Darkness (Mage: the Ascension particularly)

Flight Rising

Casual Fandoms

The honorable mentions. Fandoms I haven’t actively participated in but which hold a special place in my heart.

Terre d’Ange (Kushiel novels by Jacqueline Carey)

Valdemar (Mercedes Lackey)

Tortall (Tamora Pierce)

Feral Souls trilogy (Erica Woods)

Farscape

Legend of Zelda (Ocarina of Time had a major impact on my developmental preteen brain)

Final Fantasy (7 and 10 especially)

Dune (first 3 books, also 2020 movie)

LARPs

NERO/Alliance/Refuge (staffed, roleplayed, don’t play anymore but have posted character stories in AO3)

New World Magischola (R.I.P)

Event Horizon (R.I.P)

Daemon, in 2023 anyway

Temet Nosce (personal brainchild, on hold indefinitely)

World of Darkness / Mind’s Eye Theater (haven’t done this in aaages)

[thegamingcatmom]

That scene though-

My brain melts every time I think about the fact this was Mother Miranda the whole time. From the moment the game starts.

LIKE-

I wanna know her thoughts here so badly. I mean, she could´ve just offed Ethan right when she took over the Winters household, but, instead, she chose to play the part of the innocent housewife for quite a while I think (a week, give or take?). Part of me believes this was maybe due to the fact she didn´t wanna draw attention to herself until she knew for certain Rose was the perfect vessel. But then I´m thinking MM is probs the most powerful being in the Resi universe, right? I dunno if her full power is restricted to the village (probs not, seeing how she was able to uphold this charade for quite), but still:

I doubt she would´ve had much trouble dealing with whatever if she had decided to off Ethan right away. So...why wait? Could it be that Miranda enjoyed being there? (At least until she remembered why she was there in the first place...)

Like, yknow what I (wanna) think? Miranda had a blast. And not just because, deep down, her dead heart was filled to the brim with joy every time Rose smiled at her. I just can’t imagine someone like Miranda, who loves so deeply and fiercely that not even death is an obstacle, wouldn´t be affected by just about any baby. She´s a mother, through and through.

However, it wasn´t just Rose that made her day. Nope.

Yall can´t tell me Miranda wasn´t dying with laughter on the inside whenever she had to deal with her clueless "husband". Like, parading as the good little housewife while (probs) plotting said hubby´s demise and the kidnapping of his daughter is exactly the kind of thing that has Miri cackling like a hyena. I mean-

JUST LOOK AT MIA!MIRANDA HERE. That´s a face that clearly says:

"lol, enjoy ur dinner hon cause it gonna be ur last lolol lmao rofl"

YKNOW??? 😭

That woman is mental and thinking about it makes me feral. 🫠

ETHAN & "MIA" WINTERS resident evil village, 2021