#the bird in the cage au

[galaxyheartfans]

@moonlightravensblog

The Bird in the Cage AU

"Side Character"

[deeva-arud]

So, about that one AU that's been marinating in my mind for years

[second-wife-playbook]

@helluvaoutlaw

It had been two months since they had moved to Featherscale.

That had been the charming name carved on the gate, made by Striker himself. Her belly had been a small lump under her dress when she rode here, newlywed and with tears of joy in her eyes.

Two months had done a lot, and she had grown.

What had been a firm bump was now swelled double in size. She was aware the eggs would grow a little larger for another month and then stabilize in the sixth month, but she was experiencing her first time in dealing with pregnancy at its fullest.

And Coronis had been busy. There had been several buildings surrounding the farmhouse, for housing horses, as well as a butchery and smokehouse for keeping them fed. Then there had been another large storehouse that Coronis had set up her distillery in. She was very cautious with working in it thus far; aside from not being able to drink alcohol just yet, there was a lot of heavy lifting she simply couldn't do. But she was working, bit by bit. By next year, she would have it completely functional.

This morning however, was not for working the distillery.

Cori had developed a new routine. To wake up, kiss Striker on the cheek, and then do what morning chore she'd picked. She was improving on the cooking, and was diligent about reading recipes through and following the instructions to prevent burning or from things going bad. But when she wasn't doing breakfast, she was setting up the nursery.

There was already a large crib, close to the ground and suitable for the incoming twins. Coronis was simply setting up the linens, hanging curtains to shield them from twilight when they needed less light for sleeping in, fitting the baby mattress with the sheets. There was a rocking chair in the corner, and the progress of a pair of knitted blankets on either side.

And humming softly to herself, she worked on them, needles clacking as she knitted away.

[ghostatrandom]

"The old crow was finally able to fly free, sadly, the little duckling had to be left behind to leave no trace in the silence of night. Did you miss him? Is this why you can’t let him abandon you again little duckling?"

So... Q!Baghera has some sort of attachment issues with Q!Philza, many things she has done so far are:

having her house close to his, using the karaoke machine as an excuse to visit, throwing a temper tantrum in front of philza like if she was a child, and making a tunnel that connects her to a room under his home. I'm going to take this information and use it for the Caged birds au, the final connection I needed to explain as to why Baghera had to escape the federation labs alone, and the start of her abandonment and attachtment issues... I got sillyyy-

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[holylulusworld]

Papillon (3) - Caged bird

Title: Papillon (3) - Caged bird

Square 6 filled for @theslumberparty-blog presents bingo (expired): Overstimulation

Written for @anyfandomdarkbingo: Square filled: Criminal AU

Summary: Your secret is out and there is no way out…

Pairing: Mobster!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Triggers: possessive Clark, threats, dubcon bordering on non-con, forced proximity, mafia au, dark!Clark Kent, power imbalance, fingering, somnophilia, oral (fem rec), overstimulation, degrading/praise kink, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink, use of plugs/ bondage horse chair, a lil aftercare

A/N: This one kinda got out of hand...👀👀

Words: 2,5k+

Papillon (2) - In his hands

Papillon Masterlist

Please heed the warnings for this chapter before reading it!

“Papillon, I can be kind and only clip your wings, or I’ll crush them…”

He hoists you up, strong hands forcing your legs around his waistline. You hate that you feel like a crushed butterfly in his hold. Clark is not wrong. He can simply end your life with one flick of his wrist.

He crushes you against the wall with his thick and hard body. You’re helpless. Not only because you’re naked while he’s still fully clothed. This bastard does it on purpose to show you who’s in charge.

“I hate repeating myself, Papillon,” he growls against your kiss-swollen lips. Again, he kisses you, harder and more demanding this time. You can feel his erection press against your bare pussy. He rubs himself against you, groaning like a beast. “I’ll ask again, this one time. Whose whore are you from now on?”

You whimper. His cock rubs against your clit, and he’s teasing you with his lips against your neck. Clark bites your neck, adding pain to the pleasure he forces on you while rubbing your clit with his cock.

You’re already breathless, and your mind is a mess. You hate this man; hate everything he stands for. At the same time, he fulfills all of your dark desires.

He lifts his head from your neck, teeth gritted like some animal. Clark looks you straight in the eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. He already knows the answer. With only a few words, he has you tethering on the edge. “Answer me!”

You wrinkle your nose. If you don’t give in, he’ll take what he wants and kill you afterward. But if you take what you want and fulfill your kinks tonight, and pretend to give in you can play the game by your rules.

He’s just another man believing he can take advantage of you. When in reality, you will bring him down. Clark Kent, his organization, and the people breaking your trust.

He curls his upper lip. His eyes fill with anger and he’s about to drop you when you wrap your arms around his neck. You wiggle your hips and rub yourself against his length.

“I’m your whore, Sir,” you breathe the words against his lips. “I always dreamed of a strong man like you taking me like the whore I am. Can you do this for me…Sir.”

His lips crash against yours, and you need to hold back a chuckle. Men are so predictable. Give them a wet cunt to stuff and they’ll purr like a cat for you. “Please fuck me,” you purr between kisses. “I know only you can pound this cunt like a man.”

It’s Clark’s turn to smirk. He holds you against the wall with one strong arm wrapped around your body while his free hand slips between your body. He smacks his cock against your pussy lips, sending a spark through your lower half.

“Do you honestly believe I’ll fall for your lies?” He laughs in your face while slipping the tip in. Clark fills you with one hard and cruel thrust. For only a second he stills his hips to savor the moment of his win over you. “You’ll be good for me either way, Papillon. I don’t care if you want to kill me or not. You and your body are mine from now on.”

You whimper when he starts moving inside of you. Every time he slides back in he looks you in the eyes. You were right. This is a fight for dominance and control. Sadly, Clark won this round. You gave in too easily, believing he’ll make a mistake. Now you are the butt of the joke and get pounded by the worst man you can imagine.

“Sir…” You babble and whine. All you can do is hold tight onto the man you wanted to bring down not hours ago as he fucks you into the wall. He uses all his strength, ramming into you while your back hits the wall.

“Aw, Papillon,” he claims your lips again, tugging at your lower lip, drawing blood. “I’m not a gentle lover. You’ll only get to cum if I decide to let you.”

You shake your head. An orgasm is the last thing on your mind. You want to get this over with and form a new plan. If only his cock wouldn’t hit the right spot.

You hate him… fuck… you hate him … Right?

His forehead presses against yours as he speeds up. Clark rocks your whole body anytime he rolls his hips.

“Fuck, this cunt feels good, Papillon—” He hisses and moves his hands to your thighs, spreading you wider to watch his cock disappear inside your cunt. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl. A federal agent getting tainted by me.” He smirks when you drop your eyes to watch him slowly fuck into you. “What if I put a bastard in you? I could do it right now.”

“Ngghh…” You whine. How can he know about all of your secret kinks? “I’m on…” You don’t get the words out. Your orgasm hits you as if Clark slapped you again. You’re gushing all over his cock, wetting his length.

“You can deny it as much as you want to…”

You’re suddenly empty, and on your feet again. Disoriented you let him twirl you around to bend you over his desk. He slides right back inside your slicked cunt. Clark’s hands hold you down by your shoulders, his grip bruising.

“You want this, Papillon. A man, taking you how you need it. Someone, protecting you from this cruel world.”

You are babbling incoherent words. Dizzy, and weak you cum again, groaning and wheezing because he doesn’t stop. One of his hands moves between your thighs to slap your clit and pussy lips.

“God…” He does it again, and again until you whimper his name.

“Fuck say my name again!” He growls in your ear. You do it. This is the point of no return. You came on your enemy’s cock and at one point you even begged him to cum inside of you.

Clark roars your real name through his high. He’s still lazily thrusting in and out of you long after you rested your head on the cool surface of the desk. You just lie there, letting him slip out of your cunt to shove his cum back inside.

“Stuffed with my spunk,” he kisses your shoulder before biting it again. He leaves an angry mark, but you’re too out of it to care. “I’ll get you something nice to keep it inside…”

You let him move your body onto the leather couch in the room. He bends you over the furniture and spreads your thighs. Clark opens a drawer. You don’t know what he’s up to, but you know, there is nothing you can do about it. You’re at his mercy.

“You’ll love it, Papillon.” You hear him rummage in the drawer for a moment before he kicks the couch with his foot. “Don’t fall asleep yet.” He grunts, and then something presses against your cunt. “Open up for me one last time.”

Clark laughs when you try to wiggle away. “No more…”

“Aw, poor Papillon. There will be lots, lots more.” He slaps your ass meaningly. “No fighting me. I want to make you even prettier.” This time he slips a vaginal plug inside your cunt. “A pretty rose-shaped vaginal plug for my Papillon. This will keep my cum inside of you, and make it bloom.“

Clark laughs at his bad wordplay. He admires your cunt stuffed with the plug, humming to himself.

“Next time, we will stuff both holes. What do you say?”

“Do you want me to get rid of her?” Jimmy looks at your naked form still lying on the couch. Clark didn’t cover your body. He enjoyed watching you sleep peacefully with your pussy still stuffed with the vaginal plug. “Boss?”

Clark furrows his brows. He’s staring at your cunt again, hand cupping his jaw to rub his scruffy chin. “Did you get the cat and the shit I told you to?”

“Uh-the cat is in the guestroom, her shit too,” Jimmy glances at your ass. “Do you want to keep her? She’s a federal agent.”

“She’s mine,” Clark flicks his wrist dismissively. He looks Jimmy straight in the eyes, making sure he knows that you belong to him now. “Tell them all, her holes are mine. No one touches or even looks at her. I decide when it’s time to kill her.”

“Got it, boss,” Jimmy hastily makes his way out of the room. He stared at your naked ass for a little too long and fears, Clark will kill him for it.

“Hmm…that’s a good pussy.”

You feel something wet lapping at your cunt. Oddly, you can’t move, or wiggle away. Your eyelids are heavy as you try to fight the heaviness in your body and the sleep holding you in a tight grip.

You groan and finally snap your eyes open only to find Clark between your legs. His mouth on your overstimulated flesh. He suckles at your clit while shoving three long fingers inside of you.

“Ah, finally awake?” Clark only stops eating you out to smirk at you.

“What are you doing?” You’re already breathless when you look at him between your legs. “What?” You look at your ankles and then at your wrists. Clark spread your legs wide and restrained your ankles and wrists to the bedposts.

“I told you.” He smirks darkly before biting your clit, making you jolt up the bed, “there will be lots more. I got bored waiting for you to wake up and decided to prepare you for round two.”

“You’re insatiable,” you try to close your legs because your overstimulated flesh is thrumming. “I need a break.”

“You need a cock and someone teaching you respect!” He grunts and pushes his fingers deeper into you. “Maybe I should just use you and gag you. I’m done listening to your lies.”

His eyes drop to his fingers inside your cunt. He curls them, earning a whine from you.

“Please…”

Clark slips his fingers out of you. You already came twice while being out cold and he knows, you’re ready for more.

“I got a better idea.” He suddenly moves away and slips out of the bed to remove the restraints. You dare not to move until he grabs your waist to drag you out of the bed. “You don’t deserve to get fucked on my bed yet. A whore like you needs to feel me in her bones.”

You get pushed through a door; ending up on a plush carpet. Your eyes round, and you whimper. This is not a wardrobe, it’s a sex dungeon.

“Welcome to my playroom,” he laughs when you look at the breeding bench, and the bondage horse chair standing in the middle of the room.

He follows your eyeline, laughing as you wiggle lightly. “Aw, we get to that one.” He points at the wooden padded St Andrews Cross. “We will get you there, Papillon. I’ll break you down to nothing and turn you into my perfect slut.”

He grasps for you, helping you stand only to push you onto the bondage horse chair. Your legs quiver, but slick runs down your thighs.

He’s the epitome of a ruthless mobster, but at the same time, he’s the fulfillment of your wet dreams.

You don’t fight Clark when he restraints your ankles and wrists. It’s a lost cause, and you hate to admit it, you’ve never been more turned on.

“Perfect,” he hums, satisfied with your submissive behavior. For a moment, he toys with your clit and pussy lips. “I love to fuck your holes. How about I give this underused cunt another load?”

It’s not a question. Clark already shoves himself inside your hungry cunt, groaning as you clench tightly around him. “I should eat that cunt while you’re out cold more often. It makes you so compliant.

You grit your teeth when he cups the back of your neck to force you to lift your head to look in one of the large mirrors on the wall.

“You will watch me fuck you. That’s all you’re good for, Papillon. I have your life in the palm of my hand.” He starts thrusting in and out of you. His hands grip your waistline hard enough to bruise. Clark smirks at you, holding your gaze in the mirror while ruining your abused hole all over again.

His hips move at a maddening pace, punching every strength left in you out of your body. You whimper and moan, but glare at him in the mirror. He cannot know that you’re about to come all over him again.

“Yeah, I know you try to fight the tidal wave, Papillon,” he growls your name and speeds up. His hips crash into your ass, leaving bruises there without a doubt. All you can do is watch him having a blast fucking you like a whore over one of his toys. “If you wonder, I got this nice bondage horse chair after seeing you for the first time. I knew I’d ride you like a needy mare one day."

You grit your teeth in disgust. That vile asshole planned on fucking you all along. “Fuck you.”

“I’m on it, my little federal agent. And there will be lots of fucking, Papillon. You’ll soon find out that I got a lot of stamina and hunger,” he leans over your body, now jerking his hips into your ass with quick but deep thrusts. “This cunt is mine, baby. You will never need another cock because this is where I belong. Inside your needy holes.”

Times flew by, or so you believe. Clark forced you to cum on his cock thrice before he finally slipped out of you. After he was done, he once again, shoved the vaginal plug inside your sore cunt.

Clark cooed gentle words when he carried your limp and weak body out of the playroom. This time, he showed mercy and prepared a warm bath.

He joined you in the tub, of course, he did. Not only to toy with your breasts and mark your neck with his teeth some more but to make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.

“Hmm…so soft and nice when you’re fucked dumb.” If not for his crude words, you could’ve enjoyed the warm water and that he ran the sponge over your body. “I knew you’re the perfect choice. Tomorrow, you will tell me everything you know about your boss, your colleagues, and your role in all of this.”

Your head lolls back, and you rest it against his shoulder. Clark is right. For the first time, you’re too exhausted to even argue. You can think about a plan to bring him down tomorrow, while you’re not still fighting the afterglow of your orgasms.

He runs his hand over your chest, groping you lightly while whispering praises in your ear. You know what he’s doing. Clark tries to coax you into submission after he fucked you raw.

Talking about carrot and stick… and he's got a fucking big carrot dangling in your face.

“Hmm…you’re so good for me, Papillon,” he makes you sigh, and you hate yourself for it. “You will be even better for me with time…”

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[gornackeaterofworlds]

One of four pirate bay turtles

[streamat4am]

When the lines between devotion and obsession blurs

[hcdragonwrites]

Good Memories

(a @semisolidmind Twice as Bad Au Fic)

Ok I wrote another one. This one I focused more on Wukongs perspective ! A happier memory, a happier moment- even in this twisted and messed up bad ending. Because there has to be some sweet moments … right ?

Inspired by this ask!

The noise of the stone corridor was quiet. The silence was a peaceful breath of welcome here where Peaches hardly got a moment of true peace. The roar of the waterfall drowned much conversation here so the foot traffic of the mountains subjects was lessened. Except for the patrols of troops, the top ranking officials and guards, the eyes here were light.

A chance to escape had come. Of course escape wasn’t to leave the mountain. Peaches had learned that long ago. To attempt to get down the mountain- to get to the sea that kissed the beaches below- was foolhardy. She had tired once. Once in that far away time when the trauma of abduction has been fresh, when the desire to be anywhere but here drover her to staying awake at night and planning.

Now, years later, the escape was not to leave Flower Fruit Mountain. Though she desperately longed to do such a thing. Hope though was a hard bird to kill even when caged and clipped. So, to circumvent the need to escape- to release some of the pent up agitation- she had found another way to escape.

The patrol passed the alcove Peaches had huddled herself into without a look. She waited. One. Two. Three. Once they rounded the bend she made her move. Peaches snuck out of one of the many side entrances of Water Curtain Cave. She slunked from shadow to tree, avoiding the eyes as best she could. Once beyond the courtyard, beyond the orchards she felt her spirit take wing. It was the bubble of freedom that she had to take as medicine for the true longing she couldn’t - wouldn’t- ever feel.

Not as long as she had her husbands about.

Like a horse turned to pasture, Peaches kicked up her own heels and ran. She ran for the joy of it and for the enjoyment of it. She let herself believe that she was back in the village. That she was back in her home, beneath its peach trees and with its terribly creaking timbers. That this was only a jaunt out to the woods to enjoy the day foraging and finding morsels.

It was a delusion but it was like a balm to her soul. Too much time inside the mountain and among the talks of conquests and bloodshed dampened her. Her husbands never demanded that she attend councils between other Immortals or Demons but Peaches knew when she attended there was far less work for the servants to do. For one, there was less blood to be cleaned from the stone floors. Of course it would take some of her own energy to be apart of these conversations.

Peaches would dress in the courtly and lordly garments bestowed upon her by The Monkey King and The Six Eared Macaque. Gifts they called them. Blood gifts, Peaches knew. Dressing the part as Queen always put the two demonic monkeys into better moods. Of course, whenever she was present it also became a game of keeping.

This game all depended upon the placement of the two heads of Flower Fruit Mountain. They always were placed in strategic spots- to better intimidate or to better please whatever guest they were entertaining. If there was a demon of hungry standing there was always roasted meat and wine a plenty to drink upon. These times, Sun Wukong would be seated closest to the doors. If she entered the room he would catch her wrists, her hand, her waist. Those claws would grip and tug, and she would be in his lap. Wukong would keep her there. If the King was in the middle of a conversation he would simply stop and lavish compliments upon her. Wukong was more of a earnest love then his darker counterpart. She would be forced to stay in his lap, feeling his hands and the soft admonishments if she tried to move, as the conversation continued.

Peaches wished she could have said it was always unpleasant. In the years of captivity, in the moments of stuck between hope and despair, she had come to find a balance of some sort. After so long being molded and worn down by their attentions, Peaches had begun to tolerate the attention. Wukongs attentions helped establish her as something of importance and a person not to be touched. It helped when those demons had an inclination for human flesh.

Too many times she had been told not to touch the food, the meat, when it was presented on the council table.

If the sworn brothers were entertaining an immortal being with no bloodlust for humans the positioning was different. More lax in some ways but no less imposing. Sometimes Peaches would be able to actually sit in a seat beside or between the monkeys. Other times, Wukong would claim her to his lap and tug and tease at her, a game to turn her to blushing of what things he would whisper into her ear. And, in those moments when Wukong did not claim her it was Macaque who stole her into his seat. He was more touching, less outwardly loud praise. But still enough to burn her cheeks, to make her wish to dissolve.

Water Curtain Cave fell behind her as Peaches rushed forward into the woods and away from her husbands. Macaque was away, on some errand or other again. Wukong would be occupied until late into the evening. A conglomerate of would be allies wished to pledge themselves to the King today, and it would take much of her rowdy husbands time and energy to entertain. It would also boost his ego and, with no worry of bloodshed (unless someone was foolish enough to insult) Peaches had taken her leave.

She rarely got moments alone and she laughed, some of the tension sloughing off like snow in a spring melt.

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Sun Wukong rarely had patience with beings that held incompetence. He was seated in his spot in the council room, upon his golden gilded throne. The warlord was in full regalia, armour polished to a blinding sheen and staff set beside him. However all the splendour about Wukong couldn’t distract from the loathsome thing huddled at the foot of his dais, blubbering and sniffling like a slug.

The demonic monkey felt his teeth grind and clip in his mouth as the weakling worm of a dragon sniffled and bowed its head in a kowtow. Disgusting. This beast had come asking him to slay his brothers and sisters in the western sea so he could be appointed heir. Wukong raked his eyes over the diminutive fellow, taking stock.

Scales as thin as moonbeams. Teeth as square as a cows. Mane bedraggled and unclean. How filthy. This little worm couldn’t even clean himself before grovelling for my help.

A poor ally if he choose to anger dragons in an ocean a world away. Weak of claw and fang.

“It’s obvious you cannot even keep yourself fit let alone keep a kingdom if I gave it to you.”Wukong waved his hand, bored. “Leave my sight. Maybe once you’ve actually wet your muzzle and had a scrap or two I’ll consider. Get out.”

“But -“

Was this Dragon also weak of hearing? Was it slow of wit? He had dismissed the stupid beast. His eyes flashed.

“Get. Out.”

The thing moved now, scattering loose scales in its speed to escape. They fell like toenail clippings and Wukong hissed in disgust. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and felt the patience in his body diminish. The king raised a bell and gave it a ring, summoning several servants - not monkeys these creatures were those foolish demons that had imposed themselves in the paths of Flower Fruit Mountains conquests- to clean up the mess of scales.

Wukong had a full itinerary for the day. He had already met with his southern vassals and those positioned in the East. They were reporting movement from a would be upstart exorcist, one that deemed himself a demon slayer. A blood hungry pup. If it was blood he craved then Wukong would deliver it to him. He had set Macaque to the East, tasking him with bringing the man to heel. He had given his brother free reign. If the six eared demon wanted, Wukong wouldn’t stop him from making the exorcist into a gift - of flesh. Maybe I should have sent this whining worm to the East. Macaque would have shown him the ropes of turning an enemy into a boon.

“Foolish idiots.” Wukong grumbled, irritated. The other appointments had been his people which he took gladly. His own residents of the mountain were precious to him. They only asked for the numbers to help in the forest grove harvest. It was apple harvesting time and some of the trees were showing signs of damage from the deer and other beasts. The other group had been some now turned immortals begging for teaching in the east of shape changing. Wukong had dispatched them with ease, tossing their heads to the sea. He would send their corpses off to the visiting Swallow Heart- an upstart creature with a good three hundred beastly birds- as a peace offering.

His mood would have been better if his Wife had attended his talks. Wukong had kept glancing to the side, looking to the opulent doors and hoping they would open. Or her scent would waft in from the corridor, announcing her approach. Wukong felt his mouth salivate a bit at the thought of her. Oh he was lucky. His little Peach. Wukong and Macaques of course. Not just his morsel. Though today… with Macaque away. ..

She was all his to adore and hold and to make squirm with his praises and his demands.

“Trouble my King?”

An attendant asked of him, waking him from his daydreams. The monkey was by his side, face curled in worry. Wukong let the thinly held patience fall away as he gave into rubbing his head. Too much courtly affairs. He usually didn’t mind the task. In fact, he enjoyed pitting his mind against that of the estate he ran, the duty he held. Wukong had an iron will for ruling. He enjoyed the fruits of that labour, the rewards of conquest. One of the best rewards was here in the caves, walking the halls all alone …

“Trouble that can be easily cast off.”

Thoughts of his Peaches, and the irritation of his last meeting, decided it for him. Wukong rose out of his throne and stretched. Though he was a monkey originally of stone it didn’t mean he didn’t get sore in his throne. Popping his back, Wukong motioned to the door. “Walk with me.”

“Yes my King.” The servant walked beside Wukong as he stalked down the Halls. His people dipped and bowed. The servants who had been brought to the mountain and had been forced to serve kept their eyes downcast. Wukong paid them no heed. He had one goal.

“Peaches!” Wukong sang through the palace. He looked in her usual haunts. She had a tendency to stick to habit and Wukong made it his goal to know all of his little sweets habits and places of hiding. The kitchens, the scroll rooms, the bedroom and other such places deep beneath the mountains stone.

“Peaches?” Wukong now questioned. Usually she was so near he could hear and track her just from knowledge of her habitual motions. But there was a lack of her today in Water Curtain Cave.

“Where has my wife gotten to?” He mused aloud. Wukong would have been more worried in the early days of her life on the mountain. Peaches had a tendency back then to plot and scheme and attempt every sort of trickery to escape the brothers. She had tried tricking (Macaque had been present for that one where he had kept her trapped in a riddle game for hours), sneaking (again a foolish thing due to the number of ears between her husbands numbered eight), drugging (Wukong had thought it cute to see her try and ply him with so much wine he became inebriated. That had led to … other things however.) and finally just running.

Running had led to chasing. Wukong had tried to terrorize her just a small bit to discourage the action. Having her run off while he was in the middle of meeting and for him to rise and say “Excuse me gentlemen” and then rush off had first been an inconvenience. He would never punish his Peaches. No, never. When he talked of the terror it had been more to scare her of what could snatch her up. Tigers, leopards, wolves and their ilk. Taking her back to their rooms and tucking her in and locking the door was the most he did. If he had time, if he could ignore the work of the day he would wear her out in other ways. It would either be both or one and the other who would keep her attention. Wukong was a King but he wasn’t a tyrant.

This didn’t deter his little wife. She seemed … more determined, however, to attempt it. Peaches had learned over the years that running away was useless but that didn’t stop her from taking to flights of fancy. Which lead to a different kind of chasing. A pursuit that called to the raging hunger inside him, to that predator. Peaches had given him and Macaque a new game- a game he craved almost as much as he craved her scent in his nose and her body in his arms.

After opening their closet and seeing the small little nest she kept in there empty as well, Wukong felt his tail give an excited lash. The fur on his spine began to rise up in anticipation. It practically shook through his blood. Made his mouth grin and his body begin to buzz as if drunk upon fruit wine.

“A game is afoot. A game all for myself~” Usually these games of hide and seek with their wife became a race between him and his sworn brother. Macaque would enjoy the competition as he had a unfair disadvantage. His keen hearing compounded on his shadow ability let him take a lead that Wukong wouldn’t be able to close normally. But with his brother away from the mountain… Wukong laughed to himself, beginning to shed his courtly attire.

“Do you require anything, my king?” The servant asked from his shoulder. Wukong passed the servant his crown and those few glittery vestments he bore to impress the lesser demons who came to grovel for his power.

“Clear the rest of my meetings for the evening.” Wukong commanded. Where could my sweet have gone off to? To the grove? The stream? Did she perchance head to the woods? The thought of the hunt was already consuming his mind.

“My King that would mean dismissing the Swallow Heart Demon and his Entourage.” The servant set the items delicately on Peaches armoire, being careful to not tip any of the bottles, brushes or powders there. Macaque had sent for that armoire for their Wife. It had cost a pretty penny to have it brought in with the paints and brushes.

It was a warm memory in Wukongs mind, seeing the pure delight in her eyes. That night had been filled with the boys teaching her how to use the more expensive bits of makeup and had led to her learning to paint war paint upon their faces. The warm memory set a second shiver up his spine. When he caught Peaches he wouldn’t let her go- he would let her know how much he cherished her. The happy memories of her face were becoming more numerous now. It set his tail to swaying like a cat who had caught a canary.

“They are birds yes? Tell them to find another place to roost for the evening.” Wukong stretched his legs one at a time. He waved one hand to the servant, trying to rush the discussion along. He had a wife to find.

“I will meet them in the morning when my mood returns to better and more … harmonious thoughts.” All he could see in his head was her. Her skin shining in the light, her hair in his hands so soft. The rush of feeling hit him low in the gut. Was it love ? Was it possessiveness ? Was it possession? He didn’t know but it had his heart thundering. To think a mortal women could bring such a change through him so rapidly…

“I will see it done sir.” The servant bowed.

“Good.” Wukong stretched his arms, pulled his back straight. He had removed all but the trousers he wore. The glory of Sun Wukong had been set aside. Armour wouldn’t slow him- he was the Sage that had rebelled against Heaven. Had almost won. Armour was little hinderance in his silence or his ability to move. It would however limit him to capturing his intended target. Peaches was soft, pliable and would not like a tackle from her husband if he was wrapped all in his battle regalia.

He bounced on his heels. The excited energy wanted to be unleashed, to be set free. Wukong left the servant in their rooms, swiftly walking to the entrance of Water Curtain Cave. His generals saw him and bowed, continuing their rounds. Smaller monkeys, the children of his people came and clambered for his attention. He smiled at them and turned them back to their mothers promising attention later.

The waterfall came into sight and Wukong grinned. Just like he had when he first had been crowned King, the monkey lord bent low a palm pressed to the floor and launched himself through the torrent of water. He was out on the other side in a spray of water. Once on the ground again he looked, listened, smelled.

Wukong was an expert tracker. He could read the signs of his mountainous home. He knew every blade of grass every bend of the leaf in the trees above. Wukong looked for the signs, the telltale notes his wife would leave so lovingly in nature for him to find. There ,beneath the shadow of a tree. Wukong moved swiftly and lightly, faster then the long spotted cats to the far west. The press of foot too large to be a monkey, to heavy to be a cat.

I got you~

Wukong followed her path, enjoying the exertion and the feel of the sun on his fur.

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Peaches had found herself a nice little patch in the wood, a small trickle of a stream ran through a copse of tightly packed willows. It had a few gooseberry bushes in its shade and she plucked them eagerly.

She had brought her small bit of knitting, a book, and a change of clothing if she wanted to take a dip in the water. The gooseberry’s were a plus, having been ripened and their red flesh sweet. Peaches didn’t have a snack- running into the kitchens would have alerted the staff she was going out and she did not want a retinue of guards on her tail. It was nice and pleasant to be alone. Hearing the soft babble of the water over the stones, the wind sighing in the leaves. It was peaceful. She could fall asleep. In fact a nap didn’t sound bad—

Snap.

Her head snapped up, eyes widening. That had been too loud to be a simple little bird or just the sound of a branch falling from the wind. She felt her calm wash away in a rush of icy fear. Though Flower Fruit Mountain was possibly the safest place in the world, it did still have the occasional predator. Bear or tiger were the largest creatures to have been spotted on the mountain. Wukong and Macaque assured that the worst of those beasts kept to the lower plains of the mountain.

But what if— what if I went too low?

Her ears strained, her eyes blown wide to see. Nothing revealed itself from the emerald green foliage or the berry bushes. Her hair stood on end as something shuffled in the undergrowth. Behind her. Peaches spun, holding a knitting needle out—

To air.

Another brushing sound, like that of claws across wood. Peaches took a step back, away from the sound. Her heart was in her throat and all the peace of the day was gone in the rush of animal instinct that screamed in her mind.

Freeze of Fly?

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Sun Wukong followed her trail easily to the copse of trees. His Peaches had much to learn if she wished to our pace him in his tracking ability. The path she took was such a massive trail he could see it from miles away. The demonic monkey crouched low, keeping close to the earth.

She was sitting next to the little stream at the foot of a great willow. His Peaches. Her fingers were red with gooseberry juice, her hair down in the heat. She was the picture of peaceful, the very image of serenity. Wukong felt a desire to grab her to hold her close, to take the juice of the berries off her fingers and hear her laughter and voice.

Gods he craved her.

He held off leaping, held off and observed. Magic would make it easier to drop in on her but he liked the challenge of keeping his current shape. So Wukong lay low, watching. The brothers had a practice of watching their Peaches when she thought she was alone. It was in those moments they learned the most about their mortal heart. How she would sigh, how she always got itchy if she wore too much of the powder upon her face. It was how Wukong learned Peaches preferred bangles over rings. How Macaque gleaned that her favourite foods involved a doughy treat called cinnamon rolls. Little things. Silly things. Treasured things that the brothers would go over and strategize on how to make their precious fruit the most comfortable. To win her favour. Her love. Her attention.

Sometimes she would cry in these moments and the game would have to be put on hold as they made themselves known beyond her field of vision. Wukong hated when she was upset. He knew, somewhere in his twisted heart, that he had caused these tears. That he was to blame for the sorrow that weighed heavy on her.

I can make her happy. No one else saw her sparkle like we did. She’s ours. Forever if I have my way.

But right now he had a game he was in the middle of. The immortal peach he was keeping for her would have to wait. Wukong stalked forward, through the brush. Peaches had laid herself back, body flat to earth and completely relaxed.

Wukong took a branch in his hands and snapped it.

His Peaches lifted herself up and whipped her head in the direction. Wukong had already moved, speed on his side as he circled beyond and behind her. The terror on her face made something stir in him, a protective urge. He would sooth her worry when he caught her. He would pet her hair, hold her close and tell her how foolish she was to leave his safe embrace. She had nothing to fear from him. Only his little sweet fruit didn’t know it was him. Not yet at least.

Wukong let his tail tussle the dead leaves beside him then darted off. He raked his claws over a bit of bark and then zagged back to a new hiding spot. Peaches turned like a doe, alert and eyes wide. Her face was full of fear, full of such open prey-like terror that Wukong couldn’t resist anymore. He rumbled, mimicking the sound of a big cat. Sweet Peaches stared right at the spot he was hiding.

Run little wife, he urged. Come on. Run for me.

At his second snarl, she obliged him. She spun her back to him and took several vain attempts to run. Wukong smirked. And leapt.

He caught her in several bounds barreling full into her body and taking her off her feet. His hand had her by the back of the neck, the other about her middle. They rolled in the air but Wukong angled himself, curling her into him and taking most of the fall. Peaches cry rang in the trees and sent the birds flying. Wukongs laughter was loud and shook through his body as he landed with her. The demon caged her in, setting her hips between his legs so he straddled her. One hand had both her wrists held above her head. The other angled her face to him, the eyes firmly shut.

“Caught you~” He purred.

“WUKONG!” Peaches gasped, opening her eyes to stare right into his face. Wukong felt his heart give a squeeze as the fear melted into ease. Ease with him. It sent a trill of joy up his spine. “You gave me a heart attack. I thought you were some tiger.”

“No love.” Wukong mentally took note of her. No scrapes from their tumble, no bruises. A perfect capture. “A tiger wouldn’t have toyed with you like I did.” Here he stretched his free hand, claws on display.

Peaches laughed. A laugh for him. His tail was swaying, his face inching closer to hers. “I’m glad I’m not getting devoured then.” She said, breath still catching up with her shock.

“Oh my Peaches, I may not be a tiger but I’m going to devour you all the same~” he let the words sink into her, enjoying the blush that coloured her face before he bent down and kissed her. She tasted of gooseberries, of laughter and the earth and ever of peaches. Her lips were soft against his. Wukong moved away from her mouth, wanting to taste her throat, her cheeks, her nose. Kisses he planted along her most ticklish spot on her neck, eliciting giggles and cries of mercy.

The Monkey King felt like he was drinking wine, head getting lighter and lighter while his body relaxed over hers. Only with Peaches had he felt so at peace, so blissful. It’s why he could never let her go. To rob himself of this? Never. She was his and he was hers and that was it.

Peaches pressed a kiss to his nose and he swooped back down to capture her lips. How could someone so soft and small consume me so? He felt starved. He felt parched. Here Peaches was, a bountiful feast and and overflowing cup. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Wukong nipped her neck, tugging her into his teeth to elicit a squeal. She laughed and tried to worm her way out of his grip. “Wukong please! Let me up, let me up!”

“Only when you tell me how well I caught you. Lavish praises on me.” He grumbled. He didn’t want to let her out of his arms. If he could he would keep her here and live in this bubble of joy forever. Peaches blew hair out of her face.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“I assure you I’m not. So tell me.”

“Wukong your pride is insufferable.”

“And your beauty is unconquerable.” He countered and was rewarded with a scarlet Peach. “Now tell me.”

“Ugh. You caught me. You startled me so badly I thought I had gone too low on the mountain.” That had Wukong grinning wide as he now rolled over taking her onto his chest.

“Go on~”

A snort. Peaches was open in only the brief times when his and Macaques earnest attentions had worn down her barriers and aversions to nothing. Here was his adoring and adorable wife. One he wanted to bring treasures and conquer worlds for. I would burn this whole place to the ground to please you.

They spent a time there, the two of them in that grove of trees. Wukong kissed the gooseberry juice from her fingers and Peaches tried to see the good in this moment. Wukong was, a murderer. He was a monster who had taken her from her village. He had killed the villagers. Laying on his arm, feeling his voice and laughter in her body, seeing the tender way he held and touched her…

His love was hard to deny. To match up to the truth she knew so well. He was a murder. The soft glow as his eyes alighted when a butterfly landed on his hand. Wukong would kill again. He set the butterfly on her hand and they both marveled at the changing colors.

Peaches felt a bit more of her resolve break. Wukong and Macaques love was an ocean slamming into her. It was eroding the coastal cliffs she had within her. It had been a constant, driving force these years. She didn’t … she couldn’t remain so indifferent in the wake of such attention. Of such open love. She would never fully be at peace here. However … she was finding a balance.

Maybe that was the closest she would be to the love she originally had showered them both in. Or maybe she would fall head first into that roaring surface and loose herself in their love.

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Wukong tugged the brush through Peaches hair, listening to her sing softly in the night air of their bedroom.

Suddenly- the ground became black and Peaches squealed as she disappeared into the earth—

—and popped up in Macaques arms.

“Save some of her for me, Wukong.” Macaque drawled, hands wrapped around her middle in a possessive gesture. They were back in their room, the night air wafting cool tonight. Wukong and Peaches had spent the rest of the day in that copse of trees and upon the mountain. They had walked hand in hand, visited the monkeys and the new babies that had been born to the family’s farthest from the caves.

It had been a day of sweet gestures and, whenever Peaches had turned eyes inward or far off, he had pressed her with tender affection. Drawing her back to the present. If Wukong had learned anything over the decade it was to keep his Peaches in the present, to keep her away from the drifting worry of the past.

They had returned home only when the first stars had begun to spark in the dark sky. Wukong had carried his tired wife all the way back to Water Curtain Cave. He whispered how he would make a necklace of the stars and give them to her and teased out of her sleepy laughs.

Maybe tomorrow will be full of hardships. Maybe she will hate me for what I did. This though- I would kill a thousand villages if I could get a single day of joy like this.

Macaque had returned shortly after dinner, coming into their room to Wukong holding Peaches in his arms and biting more of her neck between brushes. Of course Mac had wanted a bit of her to himself after being gone for a day. Wukong obliged, not bothered one bit.

His brother in arms was still dressed in armour meaning he had probably just arrived back from the East. Not a speck of blood was on his clothing. Wukong would ask him later about how the trip went, when Peaches was asleep. This moment was meant to be a memory of joy. He would not drag kingly duties into this moment.

“I caught her fair and square.” Wukong sniffed, growing a bit jealous at Macaque. He had stolen his prize from beneath his nose- right when he was getting to Peaches too, in her sleepy state. Macaque blinked then stared between the two, his purple eyes flashing.

“You played the game without me?” Wukong heard the bit of hurt and, though he was sure part of it was drummed up for sympathy, felt a bit of guilt. Only a splinter of it. He didn’t regret acting on his own. The game was his to play when he was away. However it had the desired effect on their Wife.

“Oh Mac- no I didn’t know Wukong would be coming after me.” Peaches was so easily guilt tripped. She kissed the darker demons cheek. The sudden flash of confusion and delight passed over Macaque features. His eyes stole towards Wukong, questioning.

Is she happy? Is she giving without teasing? Wukong nodded, the smile on his face like the soft warm dawn. Peaches was happy and that’s all that mattered. She was happy and would give to them.

“He did have a full schedule of meetings.” She bemused. “What.. happened to them?”

“I cleared my evening.”

“Of course you did.” Macaque snorted, half heartedly irritated. His fingers were already brushing through Peaches hair, grooming.

“Nothing was getting done beyond my latest meeting.” At the raised eyebrow of his six eared brother, Wukong waved a hand. “I’ll tell you later but for now- why don’t we have another game of tag.”

“A-another one?” Peaches sat up a bit, looking outside to the dark and moonlight beyond.

“Well you owe Macaque a chance to catch you. And I want to compete again. We will give you … thirty minutes.” Wukong grinned. “No going outside. Just find one of your hidey holes in the Palace, Love.”

“What if I’m too tired for this game?” She pouted and Wukong smirked. Seeing her pout brought the urge to tug her close and erase that pout from her lips all the stronger. He had been hoping she would say it. It’s why he had one of his chefs cooking a very special sweet treat.

“If you play you’ll get a reward~” Wukong crooned.

“That sounds ominous.”

“It’s innocent. I have some delicious sweets being made as a treat. Just a few short rounds and all of them can be yours.”

“Are they …. Cinnamon rolls?”

The Monkey King felt like he had caught her all over again. “Yes”

“… two games. Then no more. I’m tired..”

Macaque kissed her temple and set her free. “Go on darling. When I find you first I will tell you of the sights I saw.”

“You have to get to her first brother.” Wukong challenged. When he got to Peaches he would make her laugh again, demand kisses and more.

“And I will!” The six eared demon grinned eyes flashing. Peaches stood a bit uncertainly until Macaque leaned forward and gave a kiss to her temple.

“Go Peaches. And don’t stop running till you are in one or both of our arms.”

Peaches ran.

[violet-petals-in-the-rain]

Nah even from a pet perspective how fucked up are the aliens in alien stage? Imagine there's a competition for singing birds, but the losing bird is killed onstage?

Where's the animal rights activists of their world 😭

[puppetmaster13u]

*points* I, am in the mood to write small Cryptid!Batfamily (they’re straight up not human) prompts. Like, what role each Batfamily member is to Gotham.

Sadly, for the life of me, I can’t think of any ideas of what to write.

If you’re willing to share some ideas- I am sitting here with wide open eyes and ears.

Oh man, I have so many ideas. But for now I suppose I shall stick to just one lol

SO, cryptid batfam, originally human according to everyone. Perhaps even known to be human (even if falsely) before some sort of thing happened. Perhaps that something being when a certain robin died. Even if they cannot die. There’s so many rumors and whispers through Gotham about the bats. Some claim them to be demons, other angels, and yet more say they’re Gotham’s own children. Ones she’ll never let go and never let death take permanently. 

Everyone knows about limbs that the guardians make mimic capes, truly wings or fins or something else. They whisper of people who sacrificed their everything to Gotham, who died and couldn’t stay that way. That begged not Gods or Deities, but begged to Gotham Itself. 

Everyone knows the city is a vicious mistress, but she’s not always needlessly cruel. 

There are many tales of how the bats came to be, some spread more than others, so much that the true origin has long since been buried. Perhaps it is done purposely, pointed whispers from fanged teeth as white eyes watch quietly. Perhaps it was done accidentally, a simple joke taken as fact. 

[wingsnake-art]

CageBlade Week Day 6: an AU of your choice

A little “what if”: Johnny and Sonya are anthro\furries in a setting like Zootopia.

[galaxyheartfans]

@moonlightravensblog

"Story About"

All Students named Brice, ZoeDevil, Frostbite, Raven and Young Cobra going home after the School, It's to early Brice decade go to abandoned parks, everyone agreed and entering in to abandoned parks fooled of trees and flowers, suddenly they saw a strange blue lights in abandoned parks, everyone decided to followed the blue lights closer and closer and they saw a magic mirror on the walls, suddenly the mirror started glowing and sucking them in to portal.

After they entered to another world, the portal are banished now, this place are forest fooled of purple trees and blue flowers like fantasy, suddenly the poor old man in the forest to telling theme to how to opened this portal. Old Man: You must help the young man named "Dark Bishop" from dangerous situation place and save "The Bird in the Cage." and free him from "The Bad Guy." The old man banished in the forest, everyone decided listening to old man's words and going to adventure.

(I Hope You Like It🙂)

[allmightyscroll-swag]

All the asks about my monkie kid au is making me think about it again so I dig up some old art and refurnished it a bit!

It's MK, the silly guy. I love drawing him with the staff but he sadly doesn't get it for a while if not at the end 😔

Also, some more doodles I made recently!

While I first designed him almost a year ago, I meant for him to be wearing a hanfu but I'm not sure how well I actually translated it. There are people who know way more about this than me, though, so if they want to they can scream at me while I continue to do my own research lmao. Gonna be redesigning him to some extent tho most definitely

@robobunny-tboy ← don't know how okay you are with Tumblr pings so sorry in advance, but I'm dragging you down with me for this au

[second-wife-playbook]

Coronis was sitting in Wrath. She was married. It had been a part of her long-term strategy....in a way.

But it was all wrong.

It was to the wrong man.

And she was still caught fast in the Goetic Circle.

The manor in Wrath was quite isolated, and well guarded. Not against any outside influence. No, all the security was meant for the sole purpose of keeping its Prince and Princess in, rather than anyone else out. Coronis might have admired the view if she wasn't crying right now. Her wedding night, and she was unable to stop crying.

How could this happen? She thought, with gasping sobs. I was nearly done figuring out a plan. I was supposed to get out- The ceremony hadn't even been publicly announced. Coronis had been snatched from home hastily by Paimon's attendants and forced to attend. Her brother and sister had only been there as witnesses. Her wedding gown had been a quickly bought gown of white, but it was growing damp where the tears were pooling on the skirt. -how did I wind up getting trapped even more in????

And then there was Zalgaras.

None of it was his fault. She could pity him for this unexpected turn of fate. But she feared for his safety.

Striker would not be ignorant of this arrangement for long.

And when he found out?

......

He would kill him.

Cori was afraid of that.

@holyfurnace

[ghostatrandom]

More qsmp sketch dump, but this is more especific cause it started as me just saying: "jaja, q!Philza got got by the feds years ago". Then The Purgatory happened and I said: "fuck it, caged birds au and Baghera and Philza where found family, and Jaiden is still bluebird cause I can!" ... but then canon happened and it may be that their lore is connected so yeah you could say I'm an bird lore fanatic, a bit autistic yeah-

[brokencages]

yapping abt my neji & hinata role-swap au

ok so hinata is in the branch house and a genius, neji is in the main house and weak. their ages are also swapped, putting hinata on team gai and neji on team 8, and their personalities stay the same for the most part so this is how i think they'd react in eachothers places!!

neji kind of 'gives up' on becoming strong because it seemed to come so naturally to those around him, like hinata and hanabi. this is where naruto would come in for his development. this only rlly works cuz he'd be on team 8 and not team gai, otherwise lee would've helped with that. hanabi is also put as heir instead of him and he's incredibly jealous and pissed about it.

hinata is still non-violent and soft spoken, but due to her talent/genius she's pressured heavily into training constantly and sent on missions etc no matter how much she hates it, like she still has intense social anxiety. maybe she develops a kind of aversion to death/violence/shinobi in general after her father dies? since hizashi would be her dad in this au. i think she'd end up taking her treatment a little more face down, then naruto could inspire her to stand up for herself, seeing how he didn't take the villagers shit to heart and proved them wrong. he makes the same promise to change the clan once he's hokage but i think he also encourages her to make some of the firat steps herself.

i don't think hinata would have the same animosity towards neji as neji does to her in canon, but i do think she'd resent him silently a little? but she cares for him too, and tries to take care of him when hiashi won't. buuut then neji takes that as a sign of pity, rejecting it and causing a rift between them. he doesn't know why she takes everything so quietly, why she doesn't speak up and why she lets people assume she's weak when she was blessed with all that talent.

neji's so insecure about being weak that he fully hides it, clinging onto the expectations of his power as the eldest hyuuga son and how ppl percieve him as mysterious. "he's so cool what is he hiding?" absolutely jack shit. maybe something undiagnosed. he's a little pathetic here and i love it.

they make up and hinata is the most doting older sister/cousin ever and neji doesn't give up (and isn't a bitter little shit to her and hanabi!! yay!!) and then neji gets with naruto and hinata gets with tenten. and they all live happily ever after cuz i am not killing hinata or neji fuck that