#which makes his owners throwing him out even more wild

[hillclan]

Kokomipelt, how is the clan life treating you so far ? Do you enjoy it ? What caused you to leave your twolegs ?

Kokomipelt has just been hanging out since he came in with a fresh bite wound so he's really enjoying being a clan cat so far! Plus he can see his buddy everyday now without Hailstar having to hide.

His owners threw him out when he came home with a cat bite, unwilling to pay any vet bills for him. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he really misses them as evident by him keeping his old name as part of his new one.

[cevansbrat0007]

Hello, Duchess

Summary: Your first encounter with Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson, goes worse than you ever could've imagined. Takes place directly after the events in New in Town.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Bickering, Implied Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Special thanks to my creative consultant, @curls-and-eyeliner. Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari’s P.O.V.

“Can’t believe this town actually has a real live bookstore.” Ari muses as he pulls up in front of the tiny, quaint-looking bookstore. “Fuckin’ wild.” Throwing his truck in park he takes a moment to survey the area, making note of the empty lot.

‘Must not do much business.’ He thinks before climbing out of his vehicle and confidently striding toward the door. Hopefully, the lack of an audience would make things flow a hell of a lot faster. Hell, if you were anything like some of the other women in this town, he’d probably just have to smile and flash his baby blues to convince you to spill your guts.

In fact, he was practically banking on it. Because this wasn’t Ari’s first rodeo – not by a long shot. He’d spent a lot of his life in and out of small towns like Bell’s Creek, which was part of the reason he couldn’t wait to bag his latest bounty and put this place, and its people, in his rearview mirror. Ari reaches for the handle on the door, only to frown when he gets a look at the sign hanging in the window that reads: “sorry, we’re closed”. 

Well, that couldn’t be right. 

He could’ve sworn that when he’d pressed Mrs. Turner, the First Lady of Calvary Baptist Church, about your whereabouts she’d said he’d be able to find you at your shop. Something about your preferring to work instead of resting and rejoicing on the Lord’s day. 

While the bounty hunter supposed he could always try back tomorrow, he was keen to check you off his list. Refusing to admit defeat, he decides to try his luck anyway, only to be surprised when the door opens with a tinkling chime of a bail. 

Confused but also now on high alert, Ari takes a tentative step inside as he looks for any sign of life. “Hello?” He calls out, finally allowing the door to swing shut behind him. Instinct has him reaching for his back pocket, checking to make sure he had brought along his firearm.

Just in case.

“Is anybody here?” He tries again, moving further into the shop. The place is clean and well lit, and boasts rack after rack of books. But what’s most impressive is that there doesn’t appear to be a speck of dust anywhere. “Look, I just came by to–”

“We’re closed!” A disembodied voice sounds from the back of the store. 

“Yeah, I saw the sign, ma’am…” He clears his throat. “But I think you forgot to lock the door, so I –”

“That means get out!”

“So much for southern hospitality.” Ari grumbles under his breath as he continues on his mission to track down the owner of the voice. “Ma’am, I just wanna talk. And maybe–ahh shit!” He curses when his hip accidentally connects with a half-full rolling cart, sending several of the heavier books crashing to the ground. “Sorry!” 

“Did you just break something?!” The voice suddenly screeches. “Don’t make me get my taser.”

“There’s no need for that.” Instead of picking them up, the bounty hunter hastily nudges them aside with his foot. “My name is Ari Levinson, and I’m just here to ask you a couple of questions.”

While this isn’t how the man had expected any of this to go, he’s relieved when he sees a familiar face peek at him from around the corner. A face that happened to be even more beautiful than he initially remembered. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since he’d seen you last. 

Damn! It was as if the image of you in that dress taking up space at the other end of the pew was now permanently imprinted into his brain. He'd have to tread lightly here.

Otherwise things could get complicated. Fast.

Your P.O.V

“Pretty sure this is what law enforcement calls trespassing.” You sniff, craning your head around the corner to stare at the man who was taking up entirely too much space in the narrow hallway. Sure said man was easy on the eyes, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little concerned about his apparent inability to read. 

“I can assure you that’s not what this is.” The lawman holds up his palms in an effort to placate you. 

And although you try not to stare, it’s impossible to miss just how big they are – how rough they seemed – with just the right amount of callus. You can’t help but wonder what those hands would feel like on your bare flesh. 

“Then what is it?” You ask, struggling to keep your tone short and clipped as you emerge from your hiding place. The last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were actually attracted to him. 

If anything, you considered yourself to be curious. No harm there, right? 

“As I said, my name is Ari Levinson. I’m a bounty hunter from just outside Rosewell, New Mexico who also occasionally moonlights as a private investigator.” He tells you, jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I just stopped by to ask you a couple of questions. And while I didn’t necessarily mean to intrude, I figured you might appreciate me taking a more delicate approach on account of your relationship with my person of interest.”

Fucking Martin Westbrook. He’d been the bane of your existence ever since you’d first crossed paths back in high school. 

“I know you’re looking for Martin.” Annoyed by the very nature of the conversation, you pick up a box, hefting it onto your hip so that you can carry it out to the sales floor. “But I’m not quite sure how much help I can be.”

You brush past him, inwardly smiling when he scrambles to get out of your way. It was a subtle reminder that this was your shop. And you absolutely refused to be intimidated by him or anyone else. 

“I’m sure whatever you have to say will be plenty helpful.” He’s quick to reassure you as he turns to follow the path you set. “Provided you’re honest, that is.”

“Did you really just waltz into my shop and call me a liar, Mr. Levinson?” 

“I meant no offense.” Ari coughs, scrubbing a weary hand over his bearded jaw. If you were the overly presumptuous type, you might think you’d just managed to fluster the poor man.

Now feeling extra prickly, you drop the box onto the far counter of your cashwrap before turning to face your unwelcome guest. “As you can see, I have a busy day’s work ahead of me. And I was really keen on doing it by myself.” You gesture at the array of other boxes and racks placed around the store. “So if we could get a move on, I would greatly appreciate it.”  

“Gladly.” He gives a brief look around. “Is there some place maybe where you and I can sit and chat?”

“I’d say here is about as good a place as any.” You tell him as you step behind the counter. Bending down, you snag a bottle of cleaner, along with a couple of rags. If this man insisted on being here, then he would just have to deal with you taking care of your business. “I’m pretty confident in my ability to multitask.”  

Nodding along, Ari pulls out a small notepad and pen from his back pocket. “When was the last time you saw Mr. Westbrook?”

You let out a sigh as you begin to spray down your countertops with your all-purpose cleaner. While you supposed you could’ve gone with something a little more industrial, you were partial to the way this particular brand’s products always smelled. 

“I don’t know.” You shrug as you bask in the scent of rose and cedar. “Maybe three, four weeks ago.” 

“Do you happen to recall the day and time?”

“No. Not really. If I had to ballpark it, I’d guess sometime around the 5th of last month.” You move to the next flat surface, spraying it down just like the last.

“You sure about that?” You try not to let it irk you when you see him take a seat on a nearby step stool out of the corner of your eye. 

“As much as I can be.” 

“And did Mr. Westbrook happen to give you any indication of where he might be headed?”

“Nope.”

He’d been nervous though. That much you did recall. By the time he’d come to you that night, your old friend had been well beyond spooked. 

“Did he give you his reason for leaving?”

“We didn’t…” You trail off, taking a moment to scrub at a particularly stubborn sticky spot that’s marring the wood. “There wasn’t really much time for talking.” You’re so concerned with scrubbing that you miss the way the county hunter’s eyes narrow as he studies you. “He just stopped over to say goodbye.”

And to borrow all the cash you happened to have on hand – to the tune of $500. Enough for a bus ticket and a couple nights in a dirt cheap motel.

“Right.” Ari scoffs, admittedly with a bit more heat than he intends. “Not a lot of time for talking.” He pauses briefly to drag a hand through his shaggy brown locks. “Not sure why I didn’t wanna believe them.” 

“Am I sensing a problem, Mr. Levinson?” You hum, tossing your rag to the side in favor of focusing on the rugs. 

“I guess I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he kept you in the dark about his plans.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “In my experience, most men like Martin tend to have loose lips around the women they’re fuckin’.”

In that moment, it’s almost as if you can feel the air go out of the room. Just who the fuck did this knuckle-dragging, mouth-breather think he was?

“Excuse me?” Those two little words are spoken through clenched teeth. You’re so taken aback by his brazen accusation that you can scarcely breathe, let alone think.    

Ari simply quirks a tawny brow at you, seemingly unaware of the danger he’s just placed himself in. Did he not see how close your hand was to that damned stapler? While it was clear that folks in this town had been running their mouths, they’d apparently neglected to mention that you’d also been the star pitcher for your high school softball team.   

“Apologies if I offended your delicate sensibilities, Duchess. But I’ve never been the type to beat around the bush. Besides…” The smug bastard tucks his pen behind his ear. “You have to know that people in this town like to talk.”

Fire simmers hot in your belly, as you come out from behind the register. It takes less than ten  seconds for you to bridge the distance between yourself and the cocky lawman. While you might’ve been taught never to raise a hand against anyone, this man was sorely testing every last bit of your patience.

“I want to make one thing very, very clear.” You hiss once you’re finally standing toe-to-toe with the handsome interloper who, of course, makes no room to get up himself. “I have never – not even once – slept with Martin Westbrook. He’s a friend, you backwoods jackass. Something you clearly know nothing about.” 

“I get the feeling I struck a nerve.” 

And, judging by the newfound tick in his jaw, so had you. Except you had no way of knowing it was because he’d lost a buddy of his own a little while back. 

“And I think it’s about time you got the hell out of my shop.” His piercing blue eyes fly to yours, letting you know that you’d managed to surprise him with your heated dismissal. 

Good. Because this Ari Levinson fella had officially overstayed his welcome.

“Look, Duchess. I apolo –”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me out of my name, Mr. Levinson. And I’m not sure I appreciate it.” You spit as you take a step backwards with the intention of giving him enough space to stand. “Now, I’ve been nothing but amenable to your rather…invasive questions. But we’re done. So, I’m gonna have to insist that you leave.”

Before you decided he’d make a deserving candidate for death by a thousand paper cuts. 

Your pulse continues to thrum in your ears as you watch him rise to his full height – an impressive 6’4 – so that he now towers over you. Perhaps if you weren’t so angry you’d be a little more tempted to allow your mind to wander a little farther into the realm of fantasy. 

But not now. 

Right now, in this moment, all you wanted was to watch Ari Levinson’s sculpted ass walk right out your front door.  

Nodding, the now quiet bounty hunter begins moving in the direction of the entrance. Neither of you say a word as you make that quick walk. In fact, you don’t speak again until Ari’s hand is on the handle. 

“For what it's worth…” He blows out a weary breath. “This wasn’t how I meant for this to go.” His eyes find yours, as if imploring you to see the truth in them. 

However, instead of responding all you can do is offer up a shrug. Which he, of course, takes as an opportunity to keep going. 

“It’s just…the idea of someone like you getting caught up with a piece of slime like Westbrook…” He pauses long enough to open the door and take a tentative step outside. “I guess it bothered me more than I realized.”

His reluctant admission has your stomach tied up in knots, which prompts you to ask the one question you were almost certain you’d regret later: 

“And just what do you mean by that?” You do your best to seem unruffled as you awkwardly brace yourself against the doorframe.

“All I’m saying is that you’re out of his league.” Feeling even more confused, you watch as Ari’s lips curve in a faint smile. “And if you didn’t know that before, well, now you do.” His head dips politely as he turns to head towards his truck. 

“Guess I’ll see you around, Duchess.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning. “Oh, and don’t forget to lock up. Might help with all those unwanted visitors you’ve been havin.”

Ari doesn't need to turn his head to know that you're currently giving him the finger. He can feel it. And all it does it make him smile harder.

END 

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This anon know what is good, i guess i never make a ask so i'm doing now. Can u do that concept with any character (and mc of course) , may a hybrid? Idk, sorry if is confuse, a lil nsfw maybe?

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: cat!6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: fluff!!!! fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff! also modern au!

notes: wanted to take a break from writing smut and take inspiration from my own fluffy bby for this one. also @junerixi , simping for only one☝️anemo boy is an illness. i hope you recover soon😚 honkai:star rail ver can be read here!

art by Mechodes on twt

oh gods

a menace

a complete menace i say

you know that thing cats do? when they just keep a direct eye contact with you as their little fluffy paw slowly pushes your potted plant or a cup full of drink to the edge of the table while you watch hopelessly bc your hands are dirty or busy doing smt?

yeah, it’s the 5th time the flower shop owner is seeing you this week and your wallet is crying

it’s almost as if you two were sworn enemies in your past life and scaranya is out for blood

doesn’t have that much of a zoomie episodes but when he does oh boy

you better retreat into a safe place but even then you’re not safe from scaranya’s terrifying zoomie powers

he’s literally running and jumping around everywhere

the table, on top of the fridge, the curtains, on top of the washing machine, your little bookshelf - everywhere

scaranya is such a little shit (affectionately)

his preferred way of waking you up is faking puking noises and when you throw your covers off and literally zoom into the living room, he gives you a look as if saying “finally awake, you silly human slave”

sometimes he even jumps on top of your chest harshly but that’s only used if you’re oversleeping with your alarm clock snoozed for the past 20 minutes and you’re running late to work

despises baths with a burning passion

if you’re taking him anywhere a large body of water is, he’s trashing around, kicking, hissing, biting, scratching - the whole pack

after a successful bathing time, with added new scratch marks on yourself, he would not approach you until you fall asleep

after you have fell asleep, he would quietly approach your sleeping figure and give small, shy licks to the angry red scratches he caused as if apologizing for being so aggressive

hates rainy days too, especially the ones with thunder and lightning

jumps up 5 ft into the air if a thunder strikes and runs into your lap, shaking small body curling into himself with all of his cockiness and pride out the window

scaranya appreciates you greatly but he’s just a bit too bad at communicating and so he shows his affection by lapping up the scratches he gave you

“scaranya, aren’t you gonna go out to the back garden and play with the rest? it’s nice outside today”

hmph! what do you mean by play with the rest of the cats? he’s a royal! he’s superior! scaranya has never heard of such bullshit befor- oh! a bird! must. catch!

scaranya and miao gets into fights sometimes and whenever you separate them, scaranya goes to sulk in the corner of the house silently

until you go over to him with a sigh and pick him up gently, he doesn’t even resist - just choosing to simply curl his tail around your wrist

a solid 9/10 kitty if he would just stop being a tsundere

art by Mechodes on twt

miao acts more like a guard dog than a cat sometimes

the smallest out of all the kitties yet also the strongest one. honestly the sheer amount of times miao has taken down a wild dog 10 times his size just keeps giving you more and more heart attack

doesn’t get zoomies, if anything he stops the other kitties’ zoomies if they go a bit too far - which most of the times escalate into scaranya and miao fighting

cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting

a sweet baby

miao’s preferred way of waking you up is to silently sit on your side of the bed and stare until you get that feeling of being watched and wake up to 2 piercing yellow eyes just staring holes into your soul

yes, you have yelled and fell off of your bed many times due to that

you found little miao at a dark alleyway, covered in blood and barely on the brink of death with his tiny paws twitching constantly

grew up malnourished on the streets with his 4 siblings dying out one by one, so due to that miao’s body is very small and he’s extremely territorial with you - his one and only sweet human

always leaves his scent on you by rubbing his head around your ankles

miao is indifferent when it comes to taking a bath, unlike scaranya, and he can be very obedient as well

when rubbing soap into his legs and washing his paws he would stretch out his limbs to make it easier for you to wash him - anything to lessen the load of his favorite human

he also seems to like your co-worker, zhongli a lot

one time you came home with zhongli due to a deadline of a great project coming closer and upon seeing him, miao immediately jumped into his lap, purring lowly, rubbing his head on zhongli’s hand

yes your heart broke at the betrayal and yes miao apologized with a dead rat in his mouth

but if it’s any other guests you’re bringing home, then miao would either get on top of the fridge and simply watch or hiss at the guest

oddly likes being in high places

one time, you made him a small necklace-collar thingy out of a few pearls and he wears that with pride, chest puffed out (a replica of his necklace)

loves sleeping on the lower parts of your bed at night. it’s soft, fluffy and he can keep an eye on you and keep you safe so it’s a win-win in miao’s book

“miao-miao, do you wanna come with me to the back garden to pick up the tomatoes?”

before you can even finish your question he’s already at the back door, staring at you expectantly with his tail thumping slowly against the floorboards

thanks to miao and kazunya your house will never get any bugs, roaches or mouses inside

if feeling incredibly vulnerable and soft, miao paws at your arm to ask for pets bc he just needs the comfort of his favorite human

literally a 9/10 kitty if he would just change his way of waking you up

art by ayon🌿 on twt

heinya is another little shit (affectionately)

he likes to cause trouble and drama here and there

also really enjoys spilling tea to you

it doesn’t matter if you’re waking up and is still groggy or just coming in through the front door, back from work - heinya is spilling all the drama of the shows he watched on the tv while you were away or the different birds he saw through the window - meowing away at you excitedly

another helpful hand

if you’re coming back from grocery shopping then heinya can take some of the smallest and lightest bagged things and dragging them to the kitchen alongside miao, kazunya and nyaether

heinya’s preferred way of waking you up is to make biscuits - you know that cute thing cats do with their paws squishing at their favorite spot over and over - on your stomach or lower back or! he just meows besides your ear over and over until you eventually wake up

the perfect alarm - heinya

he’s such a sweet baby

and heinya really likes watching real life crime documentaries for some reason

at first when you found this out, you couldn’t help but think heinya is going to murder you in your sleep but soon you realized he just loves crime related things

and bc he like crime related things, you bought heinya a cute spy glass shaped squeaky toy

when getting the zoomies, heinya decides to bite and kick at the spy glass shaped squeaky toy - making the toy let out squeaks at every little kick

heinya enjoys spending time outdoors, sniffing at the different scents wafting in the air, tracking down all different sorts of footsteps and paw marks with great interest - you sometimes wonder if heinya was a detective in his past life

loves to bring you all sorts of interesting things he found - an old ripped part of a newspaper article, a weirdly shaped leaf, a flower he has never seen before, a half bitten chicken still warm - wait where’d he get this?

loves to sleep using your hand as a pillow my cat does that to me so rip bc you have been captured by the amazing detective heinya and you won’t be moving for hours on end, let’s hope you had a nice snack and a toilet break beforehand

chose to wear the smooth, black satin you tied around his neck as a collar - either bc he loves to wear soft things or he just loves it bc you gave it to him

heinya is an incredibly affectionate kitty, always meowing for you for pets, cuddles and perhaps his favorite soft wet food? he’s been really good!

doesn’t really mind taking baths as well, if anything he uses this opportunity to shake bubbles everywhere!

for some reason, also loves to groom your hand. maybe it’s just something your kitties all share?

overall another solid 9/10 kitty, if you don’t mind being splashed with water and bubbles while bathing him

art by @bbadtime on tumblr

kazunya, me beloved

literally an angel, how could you ever be mad at him even as he took a whole bite out of your potted plants’ leaf?

another kitty that loves staying in high places like miao and stay outdoors like heinya

joins miao on his duty to cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting from time to time

a lazy, sweetheart of a cat that loves to sleep on warm places and the sunlight - you literally had to buy a window sling just for him to nap under the sunlight

another helpful hand!

will drag the lightest and smallest bagged things to the kitchen whenever you come back from grocery shopping - more so if it’s cat food

isn’t a picky eater but sometimes, just sometimes, prefers food with fish in it’s ingredients

kazunya is mostly tasked to wake you up by the other kitties bc he’s the sweetest

wakes you up by purring and snuggling with your face, neck, hands - anything just you in general

soon enough, the small fluff purring and cuddling you wakes you up and as a reward for waking up, kazunya gives you a small kiss - a lick to the tip of your nose - making you laugh

doesn’t meow a lot, only when he has to or if it’s an emergency such as the litter boxes not being cleaned, the food trays being empty etc

always gives you a kazunya kiss as a thank you

a gentle baby, even to the guests

whenever a guest comes over to your house, they always gush about the cute white cat with a small red streak in his fur

kazunya doesn’t get zoomies. even if he does it’s rare like only once a week

always grooms himself to keep himself clean, not to mention his white fur sparkling as well

surprisingly enjoys bath times, would even suggest you to bathe him by tugging on your sleeve then pointing to the bathroom with his fluffy paw!

however there’s just one thing that kazunya does that makes you shiver

it’s that he always, always! brings you dead animals or bugs. birds, rats, mouses, cockroaches, crickets - anything that he managed to hunt - he brings over to you with his tail swishing happily behind him

it’s considered a gift in cat language, you know that! but it’s just a bit dirty especially if he brings over different bugs. the rats, mouses and birds you can handle but the bugs brrr

one time, kazunya proudly brought you a dead wolf spider as you held back a tear and a screech, deciding to take his gift with a forced smile

you never recovered from that

a 10/10 kitty if he would just stop bringing you dead spide - kazunya is that a mf dead tarantula in your mouth?

art by os_Amaniwa on twt

another best kitty!

a sweet kitty that never complains!

helpful, never complains, never picky with his food - a literal angel

however sometimes nyaeather disappears randomly, coming back after a day or so

he always seems to be searching for something - his twin - you soon found out, by registering him and getting his pet password

and so you decided to help him reunite with his twin by putting up posters, articles, news on the internet, tv, radio - anything to make nyaether happy

after a whole half year of dedication and endless search, nyaether’s twin was finally found!

turns out the person who adopted nyaether’s twin was your co-worker, dainsleif, the quiet and mysterious tall man

after talking to him about the situation of the twin kitties, you both have come to an agreement to let the kitties have a play date once a week

when the day of the first play date has arrived an someone knocked on your door, your kitties gave you a confused look

upon taking nyaether in your arms, you walked over to the front door before unlocking it and letting dainsleif inside. as the blond man placed down the catbag and opened it, from inside stepped out a cute, similarly blonde furred kitty with a baby blue colored collar

upon seeing the kitty, nyaether jumped out of your arms and tackled his twin. cuddling her and licking at her face with a teary eyes - you and your co-worker dainsleif couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable situation

since then nyaether had made a silent oath to always be beside you and be your best kitty! you have done a lot for him by helping him reunite with his twin - nyumine - so he would do anything in his power to lessen your load!

nyaether’s preferred way of waking you up is by giving a gentle meow beside your ear and give your cheek three kisses - repeat the process on the other side until you eventually giggle and wake up

another kitty that doesn’t mind taking baths! however he just prefers the water to have a bit of bubbles to soothe his nerves

likes to sleep in your arms since he has separation anxiety like scaranya - due to the incident with his twin

“nyaether, keep the others in check okay? i’m going out on a quick grocery shopping!”

“myaaa!”

such a sweet baby🥹

his meows are higher pitched and not full “meow” like kazunya or miao’s instead it’s a short “myaa!”

a solid 11/10 kitty. highly recommend, get yourself a nyaether today!

art by os_Amaniwa on twt

a little shit AND a menace (affectionately)

very hyper too! sometimes you wonder if nyenti has ADHD but in cat version

it’s like he’s always in his zoomie mode as if to make up for having 2 kitties that barely has zoomies - which are miao and kazunya

his affectionate attitude doesn’t help as well

twirling, rubbing himself on your lap, hand, bageling his way around you - he’s always sticking close to you 24/7

one time as nyenti was rubbing himself on your hand while you were working on your computer for an important document, he tripped and fell on your keyboard - deleting your entire progress of work with a “myeeew!”

yes, you cried that night

unlike heinya, nyenti doesn’t really enjoy being outdoors - he just prefers to stay on your lap, lazily bathing in the sun - as he sometimes meows with heinya about some dramas

another kitty that loves to spill the tea to you

him and heinya meows your ears off with the things they have seen, watched, witnessed and heard - sometimes even adding some dirt on the other kitties such as kazunya eating leaves from your potted plants, scaranya sleeping on your hoodie bc he missed you, miao destroying the pantry during his duty to cleanse the land etc etc etc

nyenti’s preferred way of waking you up is to play with your hair. whether it be grooming at your hair, playing with them, tugging on the ends gently - it doesn’t matter which form - as long as nyenti wakes you up, that’s all

he also doesn’t do much hunting either, preferring to watch from the sidelines as the others chase some bugs and small animals they found

for some odd reason nyenti likes you to put flowers on top of his head or a flower shaped charms as a collar - his most favorite and preferred one being the white lily

cut the flower's bud and place it on top of nyenti upside down like it's a cone hat and nyenti would give you the biggest, affectionate "myew!" while rolling around on the ground, showing you his tummy

a sweet kitty if he would just stop being a little zoomie induced shit

nyenti is another kitty that hates taking baths

doesn't react as aggressive as scaranya but he likes to yell his defiance a lot and i mean a lot

overall, a solid 8.5/10 kitty if he would just stop meowing loudly in your ears everytime you take him for a bathtime, making you more and more deaf

[milkywaydrabbles]

19/21 and 26 with........Haitani's!?!?!??! 🫣🫣🫣

I just can't stop thinking of them 😩😩

A/N: It was a little hard for me to start this one ngl, I was unsure how I'd be able to write the brothers sharing like THIS but I guess it's okay. I hope you enjoy it!! I brought the exhibitionsim out more with the enjoyment of being recorded instead of a public setting or someone else actively watching (the ending also kind of ties back into it) ANYWAYS MWUAH

Double penetration (one hole)/threesome/exhibitionism x Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou

“Ran you fuck--didn’t you ever learn how to share?” The younger Haitani snarled, shoving the older brother away from you. “It’s my turn.”

You don’t know how you got in between them--two of the most dangerous men in the entire country. You’ve heard stories of the terrors they got into when they were younger in Roppongi, how they climbed the ranks through different gangs, how they ended up as executives for the nastiest crime syndicate on this side of the world. It should terrify you, really, how you’ve gotten yourself tied up with these men. They could throw you away in an instant, kill you if you looked at them wrong--make you disappear from the life you know and use you as a drug mule. A thousand things can go wrong. 

And yet, you can’t help but smile whenever you’re with them.

You landed a job as a bartender in one of their clubs, normal job for the most part. You’d go in, do a bit of flirting, fight off a few way too drunk guys, and go home. You had no idea you’d been being watched for the better part of three weeks by the brothers themselves. You didn’t know what kind of place the club was until well after they formally introduced themselves as the co-owners, the Haitani brothers. Even then, you treated them the same way you’ve treated any other boss-with respect, but minimal interactions (as best you could, anyways.) They liked that, how you didn’t try to get money out of them, or sleep with them. They liked to keep it playful with their staff, but the women (and men!) would throw themselves immediately and it was such a turn off--Rindou would usually fire them the night after. They kept showing up at the clubs during your shifts, keeping a close eye on you. Ran started becoming bold and flirting with you on the job, which you brushed off as best you could. 

It wasn’t until an unruly patron tried to grab you after your shift that the men really intervened with you, Ran pulling you close into his chest to shield you (kind of) as Rindou pulled the trigger between the pig’s eyes and called in a cleaning crew to get rid of the body. It was then that you understood who they were, who really owned the club. They steadied themselves to hear grating screaming come from you, girls were usually scared after seeing something like that. Instead, you wrapped your arms around Ran tight, gripping at the back of his shirt and letting out a shaky ‘thank you’ before steadying yourself and (attempting) to go home for the night.

They hadn’t left you alone since.

And now you find yourself caught in between them most nights after your shift, in one of their beds. Tonight was different, you’ve noticed, because Ran started pulling out his phone and setting it up on the dresser across from the bed. “Mind if we record it, pretty girl?” His voice always sent shivers down your spine. “Go ahead-” your voice came out shakier than you hoped, hearing the younger brother attached to your neck chuckle. “Already so worked up, baby, barely even started.” He teased, kissing and biting at the juncture of your shoulder, fingers dipping underneath the band of your underwear. You whimpered, fingers combing through his wild locks and tugging at the root, bringing him up from your neck enough to press your lips against his--all tongue and teeth as he bit down on your lower lip leaving you breathless. He took the opportunity of your parted lips to shove his tongue in your mouth, licking at your own. You tried to keep up with his overwhelming pace, suckling on the tip of his tongue making him groan. “Fuuck baby, got so lucky with you didn’t we?” Rindou’s voice was ragged, much different than the smoothness of Ran’s--his was nearly scratchy in the best way possible. It made your hair stand up on the back of your neck. His hands came up to your throat, one wrapping around the back while the other grasped at your lower jaw, keeping you attached to him. You felt two taps on your ass cheek, and hands prying your underwear lower until it hit your knees. “Come on pretty, help me out and take these off.” Ran joined in, and you lifted each knee one at a time off the bed to let him remove the clothing fully. Your hands clawed at Rindou’s chest, trying to keep yourself afloat as the elder Haitani pressed open mouth kisses on your shoulder blades, trailing to your back. “Don’t think we can ever let you go, sweet girl.” Ran mumbled against your skin, raking his nails over the fronts of your thighs towards your weeping cunt. You broke away from Rindou enough to gasp for breath, nose to nose when you let out a small cry at the feeling of Ran’s hand slapping at your clit. 

Your lower half jolted away from the stimulation, but when Ran pressed himself against your back you had no choice but to take each smack he gave you. “Gotta take everything I give you, angel. Now be good for me, yeah?” Two fingers suddenly shoved themselves deep into your pussy, and Rindou had pressed his lips back to yours to muffle your cries. Even after all the times you’ve been in their beds, their fingers are a stretch to begin with. You’re dripping wet, but his fingers are so long they hit so deep. Ran starts off slow, sucking hickies into your shoulders and neck as he finger fucks you, smiling against your skin when he feels you fucking yourself back onto him. “There you go, beautiful~” He coos, scissoring his fingers inside of you rubbing at your walls so good. Your closed eyes open to look at Rindou in front of you, eyes already wild as he watches you meet each thrust of his brother’s fingers. A hand traveled lower from your jaw to grasp fully at your throat, fingers wrapping around and squeezing. “You can take some more, right baby?” Your eyes fluttered, barely able to nod while he was holding onto you like this, mouth dropping open. 

Rindou pressed his thumb against your nub, unable to move you had no choice but to take the stimulation--spit pooling at the corners of your mouth the same way tears did in your eyes. “R-Rindou-aah, please” You begged, though your brain couldn’t conceptualize why. A harsh smack to your ass left you squealing. “I’m here too, pretty.” You could hear the jealousy in Ran’s voice, and you knew you were right when you saw Rindou smirking. “Do better and maybe she won’t forget.” A slew of curses left Ran’s mouth before smacking at your ass again. “S-sorry! I’m sorry, Ran, I didn’t forget--honest.” You whimpered, doing your best to turn away from Rindou and crane your neck to look at Ran over your shoulder. “Aw, I know sweetheart. Gimme a kiss.” You occupied yourself with kissing Ran, who kissed you much slower than his counterpart. While Rindou was a wildfire, Ran was like flowing water. He kissed you slow and steady, taking his time to lick at your mouth and taste you. While Rindou was overwhelming, Ran was dizzying. Regardless of who was on you at any moment, they made you feel just as good. 

Ran kept you distracted enough for Rindou to push his ring and middle finger into your cunt alongside his brother’s fingers--filling you and stretching more than they had in the past. “Oh fuck” You breathed out, trying yout best to keep up with Ran but Rindou was shoving himself into you so harshly already it was difficult to breathe. Rindou’s fingers were thicker than the elder brother, filling you up as Ran’s fingers hit deep. Ran let you go, and you turned down to see Rindou’s fingers pumping in and out of you, juices oozing onto his fingers with each fuck. Your forehead hit his chest, a hand reaching back and grasping at Ran’s wrist for some sick form of grounding--spreading your legs more to give them easier access to your sloppy pussy. “S’this feel good, baby?” Rindou questioned, curling his fingers towards that gummy spot in your cunt. “A-ah, yeah, fuck, yeah” You whimpered, clenching around their sets of fingers. Ran laughed behind you, “Yeah? Like when we fuck you with our fingers, angel? You want more?” Nodding against Rindou’s chest, they removed their fingers from your cunt--creaminess covering their hands. “Look at that~” Ran whistled, making a show of spreading his fingers and letting your stickiness web between them. He turned your head towards the camera, and the brother’s chuckled seeing how fucked out you looked in the camera. “Lick ‘em clean, beautiful.” Ran spoke first, presenting his fingers in front of your face as you greedily sucked at them, taking them deep into your mouth to the knuckle and making sure you sucked them clean. You watched yourself in the front camera lapping at his digits, clenching your pussy around air. When Ran pulled his fingers out you immediately turned to Rindou and stuck your tongue out--expectantly. “What a good girl you are” He teased, shoving his fingers into your mouth until you gagged, and turned you to face the camera again. “Go ahead baby.” Stray tears fell down your cheeks as you licked around his spread fingers tasting yourself on him. 

Ran moved off the bed to bring the phone closer, now on the night stand as he laid down, bringing you with him. You understood immediately what he wanted, and lined yourself up to his cock as he filmed you lowering yourself. He bit his tongue holding back a moan while your pretty sounds filled the air, steadying yourself on his chest before your arms are ripped back behind you. “Come on baby, you can do it right?” Rindou taunted, kissing at your shoulders while you kept a steady pace bouncing on Ran’s cock. The older brother had the camera right at your hole, watching the way your pussy swallowed him up and drooled around the corners with your juices. His free hand held onto your hip, Rindou pulling you back to lean more against him as Ran started meeting each bounce on his lap with a thrust of his own, a webbing of white covering his dick each time he pulled out. “Fuck baby, look so good taking my cock. You think you can take another one?” You weren’t sure you understood, and before you had time to think more about the question the phone was placed back down on the stand and Rindou pushed you towards the other, Ran grabbing at your face and making a scene of kissing you sloppy in view of the camera. “Look at yourself, pretty baby.” He whispered against your ear, holding you by the jaw towards the camera when you started feeling Rindou prodding at your already stretched out cunt with his own cock. Your eyes squeezed closed with your brows scrunched, mouth hanging open as he pushed himself into your hole alongside Ran. “Ooh my god, fuck! S’much, wait--wait it’s so much!” You cried out, Ran slapping you lightly on your cheek to get your attention.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl. Look at yourself while you get fucked by us.” Your eyes were fuzzy, unable to fully focus as you watched yourself drool, tongue lolling out and tears rolling down your cheeks as Rindou filled you inch by inch. You should be embarrassed, feel shame as they made you watch yourself like this--being used by two dangerous men. But you couldn’t feel anything except turned on, looking at your own reflection drooling and crying uncontrollably on their cocks filling you more than they ever have. You subconsciously tightened your walls around them, and their groans filled the air. “Fuck! So fucking horny watching yourself, huh baby?” Rindou snickered, leaning over and angling the camera to your lower bodies, pulling you up for a clear angle of both cocks pumping in and out of your pussy. Just like you did Ran’s, Rindou’s cock was covered in your creamy cunt, squelching and gushing with each pap, pap, pap of their cocks fucking up into you. You couldn’t do much but take it, sobbing with overwhelming pleasure as they used you like a sleeve. Rindou’s fingers came around your front to rub and pinch at your swollen nub, and in no time he had you crying out and creaming over them, each push in and pull out of their cocks leaving with a squish. Ran’s hands had a strong grip on your hips as he fucked up into you, and last minute pulling out to cum on your tummy, painting your front white with his cum. 

With only Rindou now inside your cunt he quickened his pace and fucked you harder, tugging at your biceps and pulling your arms back as leverage. Ran moved the phone again, for full access to your body and face as the younger brother left you a mess. “Ready for me, baby?” He grunted behind you and you nodded with a sob, suddenly feeling him leave your pussy and make a mess on your ass, grabbing the phone from his brother and recording him slap his cock on your ass, smearing his mess around. Giving the phone back, Ran recorded up to your face now. “Smile at the camera, pretty girl.” Panting, you looked up at yourself again in the phone, lazy smile playing on your lips--fucked stupid. Ran scooped his cum on a finger while you were still watching yourself and lifted it to your mouth, watching you lick him clean and sticking your tongue out as proof.

He stopped the recording and Rindou lowered you onto the bed, mumbling to himself how ‘gross’ it was to share a hole like that with his brother. “Whatever dude--she felt good.” Ran called over to the younger Haitani as he left to grab something to wipe you down with. “You good, baby?” He whispered to you, smoothing down your hair as you nodded with a smile. He fiddled with his phone as Rindou wiped you clean, kissing your forehead and praising how good of a job you did for them. His phone pinged, before Ran spoke saying “Sent it to you.” When he finally took a look he saw it was in the group chat they had with Sanzu, snapping his head up to look at his brother who already had a grin like the devil and shrugged.

“Oops.”

[johnsuhsposts]

vampire!toji x fem!reader

-𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒆<3

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- pornwhatplot?

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Toji pushed you up against the bedroom wall as his dark red eyes searingly gazed into your own. A pale, veiny hand then wrapped around your neck, squeezing at your pulse point, causing you to gasp.

You shuddered relentlessly under his touch. He smiles at you with a particular grin, showcasing his pearly white fangs. You knew that look; it's the one he used when he wanted you, and only you, could satisfy his needs.

"You sure you want this?" He sounded unsure at first.. yet you tried to ignore that his body wanted you to say yes. You wanted to say yes. Your pussy suddenly started to throb at the thought of what he might have in store for you, prompting you to nod eagerly.

You then pressed your hands onto his firm built chest, his wandering hand then goes to your breasts, feeling them and groping them. You could feel your libido growing with every second; your nipples hardening as he teased them through your skimpy shirt.

You moaned lightly, biting your lip to desperately stay quiet.

Your fingers tangled into his thick black hair, gripping it slightly, causing him to hiss from the sudden pulling. Toji's hands continued to explore you; cold fingers tickling your skin. His body was so.. well put together.. so.. perfect. Almost like he isn't even human.

But of course he wasn't.

You looked him in the eyes and swore you saw them flicker with desire as he pulled you into a hungry kiss, closing the space between you both.

"I've been waiting for this all day," he growled; his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass. "I need to feel you, all of you."

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him with dashing eyes. He couldn't look away. "Then feel me."

He wasted no time reconnecting the kiss as you moaned into his mouth. Your hands got busy unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel his hot skin against yours.

He breaks the kiss again to hover over your neck, licking a clean stripe up and down your clavicle. Toji then opened his mouth, allowing his fangs to barely graze your neck which sent shivers down your spine.

"Toji please." You were begging at this point. He was teasing you.

Toji then lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, your core pressing against the hard bulge in his trousers.

He carried you through to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. The room was dimly lit, soft candlelight flickering, casting shadows on the walls. The huge bed dominated the room, piled high with cushions and soft, silky throws.

Suddenly, your pants were coming down. He then pulled your underwear off before tossing them over his shoulder and using his hands to spread your thighs apart from your knees.

He looked down at your arousal, and then back up at you.

"Pretty just like the owner." And there's that stupid grin again. The one that gets you all antsy and needy for him to touch you more and more.

You're burning up, your skin sensitive to his every touch. You could feel your desire pooling between your legs, your need for him evident as he hooked your thighs over his arms, opening you up even more to his hungry gaze.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said, his voice hoarse with want. "I could look at you all day, but I want to taste you now."

He lowered his head, his tongue tracing your slit, teasing your clit, making you buck your hips, desperate for more.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through you, before he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue, driving you wild.

You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him to you as he ate you out, his fingers joining in, thrusting inside you, stretching and filling you. You were so wet, your juices coating his face, and you can hear the slick, dirty sounds of his tongue working your pussy.

Just as you were about to come, he stopped, looking up at you with a glint in his eye. "Not yet," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want to edge you, make you beg for it."

You whimpered as he moved up your body, lining his hard cock up with your soaked pussy. "Please," you find yourself begging again. "Please, I need you inside me."

Toji grinned a wicked, sexy grin. "As you wish," he said, and with that, he sunk into you, filling you up, his thickness stretching you deliciously.

He began to move, slowly at first, building a steady rhythm, his hands gripping your hips, guiding him in and out. You met his thrusts, your bodies slapping together, the sound filling the room, along with your moans and gasps.

He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear. "You like that, huh? You like my big dick filling that tight pussy?" he teased, nipping at your ear lobe.

"Yes!" you cried out, your head thrown back, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. "I love it, fuck me harder, please!"

Toji obliged, gripping your thighs, lifting your legs up and back, giving him even deeper access. He pounded into you, his balls slapping against your sensitive clit, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you yelled, your body tensing, your pussy clamping down on his cock.

"Cum for me baby."

You didn't need to hear another word as you let yourself go on his stupidly girthy cock, your body shaking and convulsing. All he could do was watch in amazement as you came undone underneath him.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in, a little faster this time, setting up a more gentle rhythm, his hands roaming over your body, pinching your nipples, stroking your clit.

You whimpered, your lip quivering.

With every thrust, you could feel yourself getting close again, your body on edge, every touch electric.

His cock was filling you up so deliciously, and you cried out, overwhelmed by the fullness. "That's it, baby, cum for me," he said, his voice hoarse, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release.

You screamed as you came again, clenching and releasing around his cock, you felt your pussy throbbing, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

Toji groans, completely turned on from watching you cum on his cock; his hips stuttering as he also came, his hot cum shooting deep inside you.

You both began catching your breath as he collapsed onto you, wrapping you in his arms, kissing your neck, your shoulders, and your ears. "That was incredible," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You smiled, feeling deliciously sated, your body humming with pleasure. "Mmm, it certainly was," you agreed, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his sweating back.

"And this," he said, allowing his fangs to barely nip at your skin, as he grinded his still half-hard cock against you. "is far from over."

To be continued...

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- author's quick note (not required to read!)

back after a year?!1? more posts coming soon so please look forward to it!!

[venusandsaturnsrings]

i remember reading this childe x reader fanfic ages ago where reader gets caught eavesdropping and then gets stuck under a bed cause childe made it collapse and I woke up with a revelation..fox taru seeing reader stuck and just pawing at her trying to get her out so he can be a good boy and get rewards (aka pussy) but then he realises that he can just take the reward now and later <33

I also cannot find the fanfic anymore :((

i WISH ik which fic ur talking abt but i don’t sawry :(( if anyone does pls drop a link for me and this anon!! anyways DELICIOUS IDEA!! he’s got some self restraint but but but… circumstantial… he could do it…

he hears your yelp and comes running!! his owners danger is also his danger plus he’s eager to help whenever he can. prior to living with you, he was incredibly self sufficient so he has the occasional fit of guilt for not being able to provide for you the same way. he likes taking care of you!! so, when the opportunity presents itself, he’ll be stepping up with a wagging tail.

a bit of foxtaru background, he grew up with many siblings and not in the best financial situation. he’s used to giving up his own meals or scrounging around for something, anything, that could help. foxtaru wasn’t exactly a wild animal, he was more of a street fox. there was a roof over his head but not by much. the caretaking instinct runs deep inside of him after so many years of putting his needs aside in favour of others. to be the one getting taken care of is brand new to him so he often feels as though he isn’t doing enough for you even though he very much is. consequently, should you ever call for his assistance, he’ll be by your side before you’ve even finished saying his name.

bringing us to the current predicament, he’s by your… back side in an instant, asking a million questions to make sure you’re okay. you assure that your fine save for maybe a bruise or two but you’d really like to not be stuck under a bed frame right now. his hands roam around your body for a couple seconds while he thinks about the best approach that won’t leave any other part of you squished but then he notices just how you’re positioned… upper half stuck and on your knees, he could easily mount you from behind. his cock twitches at just the thought and he shakes his head vigorously in attempt to forget it but he just can’t. you’re not in any pain so it wouldn’t be wrong for him to just slip himself in for a moment, would it? he’s got a moral dilemma on his hands. foxtaru so badly wants to help you but now he’s throbbing in his pants and you’re still wiggling a bit as if begging him to breed you full. his hands linger on your ass for a couple seconds longer before he’s throwing caution to the wind and slipping both your shorts and panties down. he hears your surprised squeak but is already pulling out his flushed dick and humping against your cunt that’s squished perfectly between your thighs.

if you’re upset or not is up to you!! you’re getting fucked either way. <3

[itsthestutterforme]

I’ll Handle It (dark!Lloyd x dark!reader)

Summary: After a night of clubbing, you spoke up to defend your friend which resulted in you getting jumped. Leaving you with a broken arm and internal bleeding. You called Lloyd to drive you to the hospital.

Prompt credit @tbgkaru-woh : “You need to stop making me pick you up in places. Someone might see,” “I want names. I want addresses. I’ll handle it,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, this isn’t beta’d, allusions to sex, sneakylink!Lloyd, this story is set in the city, dark themes (torture, assault, death), inspired by that one tik tok if you know you know

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Lloyd was on his usual nightly run, jamming to ‘Rein Raus’ when you called. Initially annoyed that someone interrupted his run, he was even more confused when he saw it was you calling. You never call.

“Hello?” “Lloyd, can you pick me up?” You spoke softly.

He could barely hear you over the cars honking and people hollering. “Where are you?” “I’ll send you my location,” “Are you-“ you had hung up the phone and sent him your location.

You never were much of a talker. Normally Lloyd would enjoy that. He never liked a chick who talked to much when he was there for one reason and one reason only.

So it was refreshing when you kicked him out of your apartment right after you two had sex. You didn’t even give him the chance to get comfortable.

But it also meant you were a wild card. Completely unpredictable.

He sprinted back to his house and ran inside to grab his keys and wallet. The location was fifteen minutes from his house and you decided to sit on the curb while you waited for him.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I-I don’t know why I froze like that. Please let me take you to the hospital.” One of your ‘friends’ said from behind.

“Get the fuck away from me,” you snap, further tugging the hoodie over your face. You winced from the pressure of the split skin on your knuckles.

Despite your efforts to warn them off, your so called friends still stayed. Maybe it was the guilt of them watching a man and his friend beat the living shit out of you for telling them to leave you and your friend group alone. They saw you leave the club for the night and tried to get your numbers.

You had told them nicely that you and your friends weren’t interested but they continued to follow the group to try and change their mind.

The moment you got fed up and cussed them out for not taking a hint is when one of them punched you in face.

Not expecting the punch, you had fell to the ground and they kicked the hell out of you. You were surprised you were still conscious when an older restaurant owner stepped in and pulled the fight apart. You rolled over to cough up the blood pooling in your mouth when the older man knelt by your side.

“Jesus, do you need me to take you the hospital?” He offers and you shook your head. “I can call someone. But do you have a hoodie I can have to cover all of this?”

You motioned to your blood stained dress and swollen face. “Sure sweetheart. Is there anything else you want me to do? Maybe some water or a sandwich?”

“I appreciate that but,” you spit out more blood, “I think I would throw up anything I ingest right now,” he watched you lean your back against the wall and nods to you before going back into the restaurant. A few minutes later, he came back with a large hoodie, a bottled water and a sandwich anyway.

“Just in case you changed your mind,” you looked up at him appreciatively but could barely see through your black eye. “How much do I owe you?” “It’s on the house, sweetie. You deserve it.” He says, laying the items in your lap gently.

“And shame on all of you,” the owner snaps at your ‘friends’. He spares you one last glance and said, “Here’s my number. Anything you need, just give me a call. ” He writes his number down on a napkin and gave it to you.

“I remind you of someone, don’t I?” “My late daughter,” you nodded and took the napkin from him. “Thank you,” he walks back into the restaurant.

It took you longer than it should to put the hoodie on. That’s when you discovered that your left arm was broken.

You took a deep breath before standing on shaky legs and limping to your purse that was still in the middle of the sidewalk to call Lloyd.

The familiar rev of his Bentley pulled you out of your thoughts. He threw the car in park in front of you, not sure how he recognized you with the hoodie but it didn’t matter.

“Come on, Y/N. Please talk to us. We feel like shit.” “You feel like shit!?” You snapped and she takes a step back. “I-I’m sorry, okay?”

Lloyd ran a hand over his face as he waited for you to stand up and walk to the car. You tried to move as seamless as you could without giving away that you were in pain.

You opened the door and slide in the passenger seat like you normally would, biting your lip to conceal your whimpers.

“What the hell are you wearing?” He asks, but you chose to ignore him.

When you finally settle in the seat and close the door, he says, “You need to stop making me pick you up in places. Someone might see,” you chuckle dryly.

“My apologies for the one time I decided to call you, Lloyd. You know what? Forget it, I’ll call an Uber.”

You opened the door and Lloyd immediately felt like an asshole. “Wait,” he gripped your left arm and let out a shrill scream that made him jump.

“What the fuck!” He realized something felt out of place when he touched your arm. His narrow at the realization.

“Is your arm broken?” He asks. “Yes,” you mumbled. “Hey, look at me.” “Fuck you,” he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached over your lap to close the door and lock it. He tore the hoodie off you and you let out a pained groan.

His eyes didn’t know where to settle, your bruising cheek, your black eye, your busted lip or your clearly broken arm. And that’s just from what he could see. He had no idea what your body looked like under the hoodie.

The group you were with walked into the road, still trying to talk to you through the car window. His cold stare made the group take a step back from his car but that wasn’t good enough for him. He rolled down the window and grabbed his gun from the glove box.

When the group realized, they all screamed and turned to run. “Run and I’ll kill all of you,” they froze in their tracks, raising their hands in surrender.

“If I see you try to talk to her again, you’re going to wish I shot you.” Lloyd threatens through gritted teeth.

His finger pressed on the trigger slightly like he was debating on something. He looks at you when you gently push the barrel down until the gun was in your lap.

“Just take me to the hospital. I think I have some internal bleeding,” he clicked the safety on and threw the gun back into the glove box. Closing the glove box angrily, he threw the car into drive and sped down the road.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” “Didn’t think you cared,” you turned to look out the window, holding your right hand to your chest.

“How bad is it?” “Don’t know. That’s why we’re going to the hospital,” you snapped and he let out a huff.

“I want names. I want addresses. I’ll handle it,” “I don’t expect you to handle anything,” “Then who were they?” “Why are you asking so many damn questions?” “Why the fuck aren’t you answering them?” “Because I don’t owe you shit!” You huffed and he rolled his eyes.

The car ride was silent until he pulled into the parking lot instead of unlocking the door and leaving you at the front of the hospital. He turns off the car and gets out of the drivers side. “What are you doing?” You asked when he opened your door.

“I’m walking you inside,” “Why?” His jaw ticks in annoyance at your stubbornness. “Get out of the car so I can take you inside,”

“Look, I don’t need your help. All I needed was a ride here. You can go back to whatever you were doing before I called.” “If I have to tell you one more time to get out of the car, I’ll-“

“You’ll what? Hit me? Go ahead, my left cheek is ripe for the taking,” “For the love of God,” Lloyd dips his head in and lifts you out of the car by your waist.

He picks you up with one hand under your legs and the other on your back as he kicks the car door closed. He looks down at you to find you already staring at him. You looked away and he walks to the entrance of the hospital.

He’s carried you before so it’s not like it was new for you. You just didn’t like him wanting to get involved in your business. He’s overstepping the box you put him in.

“Can I get a doctor over here!” Lloyd states, setting you down on an empty gurney. Two nurses came to your bedside and cut open the hoodie and dress you were wearing.

“Be careful, she has a broken arm.” Lloyd warns when they tried to pull the clothes off your arms. His gaze fell to your abdomen that was littered with bruises. He should have killed them when he had the chance. Not that he’s worried. There’s plenty of hours in a day.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” “Y/N,” “Y/N, can you tell me what happened?” “I’ve been jumped by two men. I-I can feel some bleeding in my kidney. That’s not normal, right?”

“We need to get you into surgery as soon as possible, okay. Book an OR and page ortho and neuro,” one of the nurses wheeled you to the nearest elevator while the other pages the two doctors.

“Is she going to be alright?” Lloyd asks, following the gurney. “Are you family?” “Yeah, I’m her fiancee,” he fibs.

You were about to say something when a sharp pain spreads in your back, causing you to cry out. “Stay in the waiting room. We’ll need you to fill out a few forms.” “Call my mom,” you tell Lloyd.

Shit, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t know why he said you were his fiancée. He didn’t want them to tell him to leave but he didn’t think it through entirely. He didn’t know much about you to fill out paperwork- not like he couldn’t make a call and figure it out.

But now he has to call your mom and make up some story about his relationship with his daughter that didn’t involve him blowing your back out a couple times a week. Letting out a deep breath, he logged into your phone and clicked on the contact that said Mom.

**

“I really don’t know how you managed to convince my Mom to let me stay with you,” you tell Lloyd when he saunters into his bedroom, his towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. “I’m charming, what can I say?” He snags one of your grapes and pops one in his mouth.

“Or just a really good liar,” you correct, “I mean fiancee? What were you thinking?” “Okay, I admit. I wasn’t thinking, alright.”

His bedroom had a cozy little set up. A king bed in the center of the room with a set of mirrors glued to the ceiling right above it and a love seat couch in the corner of the room.

The size of the room itself made the 80 inch TV seem small.

“What exactly do you plan to do with me?” “I decided to make you into a project,” he says, dropping his towel and searching through his dresser for a pair of boxers. You were discharged a few days ago but spent most of them sleeping in Lloyd’s bed.

With him, you might add. He’s never been much of a gentleman.

Why would he sleep on the couch when he has a king size bed to keep you both comfortable?

You two could sleep in the same bed and never touch each other. But that didn’t stop him from holding you from behind, occasionally grinding against you and kissing your neck.

Lloyd was definitely far from a gentleman.

Your eyes trailed down his lean, rippled back and down to his toned thighs. You pressed your legs together at the memory of his holding your legs open with those thighs as he drilled into you mercilessly.

Your nails scratched at his back while he lifted one of your legs around his waist to go deeper inside of you.

He met your gaze through his reflection in the mirror. “Looks like someone’s hungry,” he turned around, pulling his sweatpants over his legs. His eyes darkened when they fell to your thighs rubbing together.

Licking his lips as he neared you. Putting one hand on either side of you, he leans in close and you could smell his scented body wash.

“Sorry to break this to you, sweetheart. But given your injuries, you’re not getting fucked by me in a while.”

“You know better than anyone that I’m far from gentle,” he whispers in your ear. Goosebumps took over your body when his teeth graze over the pulse point in your neck.

“Unless you want to do you a solid and use my tongue,” “What do you mean you’re making me into a project?” He chuckles at the way you change the topic. He sat next to you and manspreaded on the couch.

“When you went into surgery, I had plenty of time to think about what I was going to do to those thugs who attacked you. But then I thought of an even better idea.” “Which is?” You questioned, annoyed with his theatrics.

“Why not train you to kill? That way, you never have to experience this again and you can make those sons of bitches pay for even looking in your direction,” he adds, resting a hand on your calf.

You looked down at his hand before continuing, “What makes you so sure I want to know how to kill?” “You’ve got that look in your eye,”

“What look?” He shrugs, sliding his hand further up your leg until it reached your knee. “You didn’t flinch when I pulled the gun out to threaten your friends,” he stated.

“They’re not my friends. And they deserved it,” “My point exactly,” “Regardless, it’ll take me time to hear from the surgery and this,” you motioned to your left arm that’s in a sling.

“So what are you going to do in the meantime?” His hands reach around to grab your ass, pulling you into his lap gingerly.

“I can think of a few ideas,” he slides his hands into your shorts, grabbing at your bare ass. “I thought you said you couldn’t fuck me anytime soon,”

“I’m going to use my tongue. Like I promised.”

**

The man lets out a pained grunt when you stabbed his leg and slowly twisted the knife, severing the muscle.

Lloyd sat in the chair to your left, watching with amusement as you worked. He knew his inkling was right about you. It took you a full seven months to recover and you were eager to learn once you saw some of his work.

“You really don’t remember me?” You asked, circling him and choosing to leave the knife in his leg.

“I-I don’t. I swear,” “Wow, so you make it a habit of beating up women in the middle of sidewalks?” His eyes widened when he realizes and a sinister smile tugs at your lips.

“There we go,” “Look, we fucked up, okay. We’re sorry. Right, Chris?” The man looked at his friend who was blindfolded and gagged.

You did it intentionally so he could hear everything you were doing to his friend, knowing that he was next.

You gripped the handle to the blade and shoved it forward, creating a two inch deep gash in his leg. “Please,” “Please,” you mocked. You twisted the knife, watching his face contort in pain. “I’ll do anything. Just please stop,”

“Now, I can’t break your arm because your arms are tied behind your back. So I would need your break your leg. I hope you understand,” “W-Wait, please! Fuck!” He wails from his new given injury. “You broke me. Now I break you.”

Before he had the chance to say anything else, you rip the knife from his leg and sit his throat open.

Some blood sprayed across your face and you couldn’t help but laugh hysterically at how easy it was so subdue him. These men weren’t men at all. They were weak.

Lloyd started to fall for you in that moment. He stands from his chair and made his way over to you. “You are going to be my biggest asset, cupcake.”

He smeared the man’s blood across your face and kissed you warmly. Your eyes were closed but you could feel something cool being placed in your hands.

You pulled away to see Lloyd’s gun in your hands. “I placed a dinner reservation for us at 7 pm. Let’s finish it.”

Without blinking, you took the safety off and cocked his gun. You sent a shot through the man’s skull, introducing a new silence to the room.

He smiles when you met his gaze, “Atta girl,”

[specialgradefckr]

Is your heatwave series still ongoing? Going crazy over it atm

I must say that I just loooove it! I'm crazy about Omegaverse especially since you can mess with the universe lots— the thought of feral men💕

And you do it sooo well aaah! I love your stuff<333

I adore adding a trope of inner wolf (think of inner monologue/their institutional primal side that's absolutely unhinged) makes me giggle— hear me out : they *try* to be nice and polite and a good alpha to the sweet little omega it's just... they smell so good and their wolf is just soooo hungry!!

Even better if there's like a forbidden trope >:) he knows he shouldn't and it's wrong but he can't help it!! That dumb little mutt brain of his doesn't care about what's wrong or right, cheating or whatnot hehe

Or a servere commitment issues Gojo who's wold is practically *drooling* over sweet lil omega y/n!! he tried to fight it so much but he failed:( he must look sooo pathetic all panting and growling like a wild dog but it feels sooo good! He hates the idea of commitment but his wolf is so desperate that its almost as if the omega is his owner >:) perhaps commitment isn't so bad...

Anyway, a little unplanned rant, thank you for the food!!

You're very welcome <3

The Heatwave series has three fics left to go - day 8 and 10 are half-written, and day 9 I'm kinda worried about but I'll get there when I get there skjfhglhdg.

I've gotten pretty distracted with this yandere fic ngl sdfkghlsdhg

But yeah!! Omegaverse stuff has been really fun to write for the most part. It helps that I've mixed it up a bit - beta reader, alpha reader, and omega reader. The final day is omega/omega and I'm really excited for that!

I'm glad you enjoy it so much! Sometimes I do look at the works and go "is this even really omegaverse" so it's nice to know I'm doing well on that front.

See, the "inner wolf" thing makes me think too much of werewolf stuff (which I don't necessarily hate but it's not the angle I'm going for). But I can achieve basically the same effect with like, "your omega instincts compel you", and I also really like how that can blend with the reader's internal monologue.

Like your omega instincts are telling you to jump on his knot, sure, but that's also just you wanting to jump on his knot. It feels less distant, more like an intrusive thought than a separate entity. I've enjoyed some stuff that had the "inner wolf" stuff going on, though! It can be great for breaking up the more stoic characters.

I am definitely all for characters going feral and wild with need. Is it?? Even LOVE? If it isn't driving them completely insane???

As for Gojo being a commitment-phobe - I do see it, and I do also see Gojo going so wild and impulsive that he accidentally ties himself into something he doesn't want.

Would be absolutely hilarious to see him fighting mate-withdrawal, alpha protector/provider instincts, etc. I think a lot of the appeal there would be him trying to walk back on the mating but not being able to, and then you're also in the picture bringing your own complicated feelings to the table and maybe throwing his shitty behavior in the face... so many fun ways to go about it.

[summercosmos]

Fablehaven Pokemon AU; Pt 2 (Seth)

lore drop below

Seth as a pokemon ranger!

Seth would be bored out of his MIND tending to the daycare all day; running showers for and grooming cutesy pokemon is fun for about the first four times you do it only.

it doesn't help that there are more interesting (read: unsafe) pokemon available right at the fablehaven daycare! it's just that grandpa sorenson will not budge in letting his grandkids interact with those. something about lacking "experience" and "expertise".

Seth: alright then. bet ←(gets himself into a ranger school Like A Boss)

there's really nothing anyone can do about the school sign up— I'm thinking kids in the pokemon universe are considered their own legal representation around the time they graduate trainer school (13-14 yrs old)

and after the initial scare, everyone concedes it's kind of a good idea, really. Seth gets to explore and interact with wild pokemon while still in a somewhat controlled environment, minimizing the amount of trouble to be stirred.

Kendra is happy to be the one to inform Seth that Ranger School does, too, involve actual textbook studying. he forgor💀

Seth would do the bare minimum for the theory aspects — what he really excels at is practical demonstrations!!!

don't let anyone tell you otherwise; pokemon absolutely interact with people based on Vibes. if you show that misdreavus even the smallest of hesitation you're getting Astonished into your next life dawg.

obviously this is not a problem for Seth. in fact i think he'd be at his very best when approaching wild Dark & Ghost types; those are the most likely to feed from fear and distress!

if you have no fear to feed the little creepers with then theyll be like Well. Hmm. What Now. (top tier strategy)

while on that the rangers here are a bit of mix from the spin offs and from the trainer class from the og games. they have one partner pokemon that will accompany them in their main rescue missions, but their job also involves protecting certain areas from poachers &/or criminals— that means there's also a lot of pokemon battling!

I'll be honest i think Seth's main criteria for his pokemon team is Does It Look Cool? Catch

when his eevee evolved into a sylveon he had to pause to cry throw up bang fists on the wall roll around for a bit. imagine having your team astethics ruined by the sparkly fairy type. Kendra makes fun of it at least once

still comes back to the daycare even while on the training stage; when he graduates as an actual ranger the first place Seth will suggest to send rescued pokemon to is fablehaven

Partner Pokemon

Absol: look at me in the eyes a dark type pokemon which is frequently labeled as a chaos bringer & malicious when it in fact only has intentions to help warn people beforehand so they can escape disaster. who else could i even give this to. it literally gets wings in its mega form LOOOOK AT ME

okay so anyways Absol are pokemon which are frequently abused bc of superstition so it isn't a stretch to say one would have eventually found its way to fablehaven daycare as a rescue. this is still in the early days of Kendra and Seth being there to help out so obvs they wouldn't be allowed to handle this one bc of the dark typing and its general bad rep. do you think seth gaf though he does NOT his ass would absolutely sneak out at night to the enclosure they kept absol at and try to make friends with it. the secret lasts about a week (Kendra snitches) but grandparents end up letting him actually catch absol bc they bonded. aw

(rest of the) Team!

Meowth: first pokemon, a gift from his parents! Seth isn't much interested in it bc it's so very normal and boring and not very Cool until he finds out this cat can basically sniff out shiny things (coins & jewels included) and it quickly becomes a Get Rich scheme. which only works on paper for about 2 minutes until he realizes the meowth will absolutely NOT allow anyone (owner or otherwise) to get their hands on its loot. it kind of becomes a srungly family pet though like in a drowned ugly rat kind of way so its still loved regardless. isn't much used in battles so it hasn't quite had the chance to evolve.

Spiritomb: sorry but how can you tempt a child mentioning there's a antique keystone that contains a cool ghost pokemon inside of it and expect him to not do anything about it like thats on YOU. anyhow Seth frees the spiritomb out of the odd keystone and finds out its just a little guy that got locked away for playing too many pranks. come on there's not even a good reasoning to take it away from him

Braviary: caught as a rufflet! pokedex entry from black & white 2→ "It stands up to massive opponents, not out of courage, but out of recklessness. But that is how it gets stronger." it probably tried to pick a fight with Hugo the Golurk and Seth thought it was the funniest thing ever and immediately caught it.

Golurk (Hugo): actually more attached to the fablehaven daycare than anything; it has its orders to protect the people and pokemon inside of the property. still Seth bonds with it more than anyone else and maybe actually brings the guy outside so it can see the world. cuties

Sylveon: okay now bear with me. LISTEN! Seth wouldn't have used any evolution stones on his (graduation gift) eevee bc he was hoping for a high friendship evolution, either espeon or umbreon. well. can you even imagine the look on his face when the evolution process finished and the first thing he saw was a pink ribbon. oh hed lose it. anyways sylveon are actually very combative pokemon — it lures foes in with the cute face and then pounces. they go out of their way to actively fight dragon pokemon likeee can you see the vision. Seth feels immediately better abt the whole thing when sylveon whoops a whole ass hydreigon with one singular Moonblast.

oh i had a Time making this. i love you pokemon au i really do. ill probably do either ronodin or bracken next

[aphroditeslover11]

Hiii! Loved the last fic and wanted to send another request :). What about a Tommy x Reader where Reader is wild and also she loves partying, drinking ect. :)

For some reason this just came out as semi-extended headcanons, I was feeling a bit hopeless and couldn’t come up with a decent storyline to fit. I hope this was still ok 🩷

Party Animal

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Tommy himself enjoyed a drink, but it was always quite sedate with him. He would share a bottle of whiskey with his brothers at the Garrison on a regular basis, but it never turned into a raucous party, usually just being accompanied by a business discussion before the boys would head off home.

You, on the other hand, seemed to live for partying. Tommy had met you in London, in a nightclub that the Peaky Blinders had just taken over. You mixed in circles of young artists, writers, philosophers etc. who wanted desperately to push society into the future, for them wild parties were a part of this.

When the Blinders had taken over your favourite club everything had changed, gone were your favoured cocktails, the Birmingham boys simply selling beer and hard spirits, not understanding how to cater to the young metropolitan audience. You had been the one to have the balls to corner Tommy, who you knew was the new owner, and insist that things were put back to how they were. He was impressed with your gall, asking you to dinner, which you agreed to on the pretext that he agreed to your demands. The next evening you arrived to find that he had employed a new staff of bartenders, you didn’t know that he had tempted them away from the best establishments in London with a huge pay increase, wanting to impress you with only the best.

After you got to know Tommy better he’d start to come to the odd party with you, these being the first times that he saw you properly drunk. He wouldn’t know how to react initially, you would be chatty with everyone and insisted on introducing him to everybody, which his introverted self hated, and he was far more reticent to dance with you than you would have liked. Alcohol certainly had very different effects on the pair of you, it seemed to buoy you up whilst it weighed Tommy down.

In a bizarre way though, even though he came to dislike your parties intensely, he liked being there for you and knowing that he was the thing standing between you and any possible disasters. It made him feel important to be the person who be responsible for getting you home in one piece.

There were still occasions though when you would take things a little too far, sure he would make fun of you when you were left barely able to stand up straight but he would always be there to hold your hair back if things hit their worst. The morning after you would always be given a lecture about being more careful, but it never made much of a difference. His worst ever revenge on you would occur one day when you had been out with a friend to celebrate her recent engagement, leaving Tommy behind at home only to return in an absolute state at 4:00 am. He proceeded to make you go on a 6 hour horse ride with him and his brothers, practically daring your hungover self to throw up over the side of your mount.

Overall, though Tommy was far from a party animal himself he loved seeing this trait in you. He felt as if you brought a bit of friendly chaos back into his life, reminding him that there was an existence beyond the guns and the mud of Small Heath.

[generouskittensong]

Hi guys, I'm ranting a bit. It's sad that the SK fandom can't even be called a fandom anymore. I don't think that there are 20 people left are SK fans. Compared to the other couples there are only two couples that make sense. One is Sasuke and Karin and Tsunade and Dan.

Kishimoto made fun of every other couple especially spit on SS faces with Gaiden because let's face it Kishimoto detests SS and he showed us a lot through the manga, Gaiden and even made fun of SS in interviews, he has even said that he wants to divorce them because they are not compatible with each other.

Do you guys have Twitter?

I also have Twitter. I don't particularly like Twitter because of those nasty, trashy Sakura stans. One of the worst fans in the world are Sakura stans, and don't even get me started. How on earth do men like this garbage? For me it will always be wild. Sakura Stans are always thirsty, self-insert, middle-aged women who aren't good looking but want a hot guy like Sasuke and who have never accomplished anything in their lives. I swear I hate these people so much I want to throw up.

I hate this garbage character so much, I get even more annoyed when I have to read stupid comments about whether I like Sakura or Karin ON MY KARIN INSTAGRAM PAGE. Can you read? The account is called Karin! How the hell are you asking me this question? Or if I post other characters. The account is called KARIN!! I hate Hinata and Sakura. Both pointless, useless characters who accomplished nothing in the entire series. Both deserve to be cannon fodder. I also hate Team 7. A toxic team. Sasuke is not happy with Naruto and Sakura. He should have traveled the world with Taka, unlike T7, Taka is loyal to Sasuke. Taka didn't force Sasuke to do anything, they accepted him as he is while T7 wanted to create their own version of Sasuke for themselves in order to be accepted by him. Sasuke chose Taka for himself while T7 was chosen for him. That alone is the difference. Sasuke, who developed a new power for Karin and later told Tobirama that the Sharingan only reacts when the user develops "deep feelings" for the person, talks a lot about Sasuke's feelings for Karin. Just “biting someone to heal” is so sexual.

Biting is sexual and of all the possible techniques, Kishimoto chose this one for Sasuke and Karin. We've never seen Sasuke as intimate with anyone as he is in this moment and Karin is the only girl who made Sasuke laugh. After the genocide, Sasuke never laughs, only at Karin in the 2nd Chuunin Exam in the forest. really this smile is the biggest proof already. who ever imagine that part I sasuke would have a soft smile like Karin has developed a power for sasuke. Kishimoto knew exactly what he was doing. Same with Sasuke's reaction when he found out that Karin was an Uzumaki or that he only apologized to Karin WHILE a few panels before he told Konoha 11 clearly and clearly that he doesn't apologize to ANYONE. And his apology wasn't just "sorry." He chose a form of apology in Japanese that is used in two variants. Summanakata which is used by Japanese boyfriends to say sorry to their girlfriends. Kishimoto knows exactly why he chose this form for Sasuke. SK is the only couple that has a base in the series. I'm anti T7 but pro Taka/Hebi. I am anti-Itachi, anti Konoha, anti Naruto but pro Sasuke and his revolution. Pro change.

Sasuke is the best character in the entire series. No, I don't like Hinata. I don't like slave owners. Neji was right about everything. Sasuke, Pain/Nagato, Madara, they were all right. I'm also anti-Minato but pro-Kushina because she was the victim but I also don't like Kushina who called her murdered clan members "savages". In my opinion, Kishimoto is the best author who has brought so much politics into a story for teenagers that I find it funny how the majority didn't understand a story for pubescent boys. I like Karin as the only woman besides Konan in the entire story. You can throw the rest of the women in the trash can.

The manga just hints that Sasuke and Karin have already had sex. That's what Suigetsu meant twice and Kishimoto also talked about it in a databook in which he insisted on continuing to read the manga because it clarified what "exactly happened between Karin and Sasuke". There are "hints" here and there that indicate that this couple was already a couple before we saw Karin for the first time in the manga. The side text that talks about Karin how Sasuke was the only one who "recognized her" and in Sasuke's eyes "Karin is the strongest kunochi" says a lot about their relationship, not forgetting that Sasuke has not recognized anyone from Team 7 and Naruto until fights for the final battle for Sasuke's attention while Karin has already officially received it from Sasuke. There's a lot to say but I'll leave it at that. Likewise, I'm on the side of the "antagonists" because they had everything right compared to the fascist system called Konoha and the other 4 nations.

Sasuke at least saved Karin from the bear in the Forest of Death and she had a reason to immediately appreciate him. When Sakura was first interested in him, it was not based on any personal interaction or knowledge -- only that he was the aloof, cool genius who all the other girls fancied. I always felt Karin's flashback (so late in her story) was to reinforce her parallel to Sakura. She's the anti-Sakura. She is not Sakura 2.0. But oh well, now I stop my ranting :) Thanks for reading if you read so far.

[filet-o-feelings]

7. To shut them up -- David & Patrick please :)

I'm so sorry this has taken me 6 weeks to write! My brain has not been cooperative at all, lately, but thanks so much for the prompt, anon! I hope this is okay, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it but it got me out of my head about Library Boy for a bit and I'm happy to have written some words today!

Patrick glances past the customer he’s ringing up and watches as David continues to pace back and forth across the store. He’s wishing they were busier today, not even for the business (which is always welcome) but simply to keep David occupied.

He’s been at it all morning - what’s left of morning after he strolled in at 10:00 with a coffee and a tea for Patrick, and a bag of pastries he’s been stress eating between laps.

When the store is empty of customers, he mumbles his anxieties, and sometimes the mumbles turn into full volume rants directed at nobody or Patrick, he’s not sure.

“David,” Patrick starts as the door closes behind the latest customer, “it’s going to be fine. This is not doing you any good.”

“What else am I supposed to do then?” David shouts, and Patrick frowns. He never takes David’s shouting personally; it’s just how his anxiety manifests. Patrick counters with a calm tone, stepping out from behind the counter.

“We’re going to run out of body milk before the next shipment is ready, and Alexis hasn’t been answering my calls or texts all day and who knows what trouble she’s getting up to in New York and I can’t afford to save her like I used to and the house needs so much work and it’s just never going to end,” David continues, summing up the biggest of his worries in one frantic breath.

“Hey, if we run out of body milk that means it’s selling well, and that’s a good thing. We’ll order extra next month, it’s not the end of the world. Alexis can take care of herself, you know that. She’s grown up a lot since you had to rescue her, and from what you’ve both told me, she could handle herself just fine back then, too.”

“Okay, maybe you’re right, but the house-”

“The house will be fine, David. This is home ownership. We own a house! A house where I get to spend all of my free time with you, creating a life together. A house where I get to take care of you, love you. We have a solid roof over our heads and a comfy couch we can curl up together on while we watch the game tonight.”

“Game? What game? Patrick, I’m freaking out here and you want to watch the baseball?”

“I do, I do want to watch the baseball, because there’s nothing we can do about the things you’re freaking out about right now. They’ll work out. We’ll talk to Ronnie about helping out with some of the house stuff. Alexis will answer you when she can, she’s probably out doing amazing things that will make you proud.”

“I don’t know, Patrick, I don’t know what to do!” David throws his hands in the air and starts pacing again, mumbling some more. Patrick sighs before stepping forward to follow him. When David reaches the wall and turns around, Patrick is there to catch him.

“Hey, David, sweetheart,” he says, placing a hand on David’s arm.

David opens his mouth, eyes wild with anxiety, ready to spout off another list of things out of his control, to which Patrick rolls his eyes, grabs David’s shoulders and pulls him in, stopping the words in their tracks. He swears he can feel David’s anxiety melt away under his touch. He’s kissed his husband a thousand times, but he’ll never tire of the feel of David’s lips on his. He’d be lying if he said he only kissed David now to stop him from spiraling any further; it does the trick, sure, but it grounds Patrick just as much.

And for a moment, they both forget about inventory, and a sister who’s too busy to answer her phone, and an old house in need of repairs. They also forget that they’re store owners, in the middle of their store, during business hours, making out in front of the floor to ceiling windows in full view of the town.

When the bell signals someone entering the store, they’re both relieved and irritated when it turns out to be Stevie.

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[vievieveda]

busy | merrymock & veda

@merrymockthejester:

Merrymock thoroughly enjoyed the chaotic atmosphere that thrived within the tavern, it was precisely the reason he had chosen this place as his stage. Of course, the patrons as rowdy as they were meant that they were often not very interested in his performances and instead of laughing with him or at him, they would chose to throw things at him for their amusement, which suited the broken horned tiefling just fine. Engagement was engagement! For the moment though, he was not performing, perhaps later if the inspiration struck him suddenly he might find himself doing so but for now he was here for a drink and landed himself in front of his favorite barwoman with an exaggerated pout.

"Dearest, is that any way to speak to your most favorite jester?" Even if this were not true, it was something he would assert with confidence and a flourish. "I will take a pint of your worst and look, see here, I have coin for you!" Merry flashed a brilliant winking smile as he produced from his trousers a small handful of dull looking coins to pay for his drink, a great accomplishment for him for he was often without any form of payment. "A finely dressed half ogre mistook me for a peasant!" Merry guffawed, "Can you believe it? Me? A peasant?" He laughed haughtily as if such a concept were wild beyond belief, despite the fact that they did look very much... like they were not well off. His dark blue doublet, though newly stitched for he lived with a talented seamstress, was filthy, almost as if he'd been rolling in the dirt outside -- though more likely he'd gotten tossed around a little bit by some rowdy drunkards who had taken a fancy to pushing him around -- and his dark curled hair though tied up was done so in a very disheveled manner so it hid the broken remnants of his horns atop his head.

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"Dearest," the woman began with a small uptick to the corners of her lips. "It absolutely is the way I speak to everyone, regardless of their status or social standing. Emperor, King, Emissary. They can say please and wait their turn like the rest." Not that the first two titles ever showed up to her dirty, often sticky tavern. But Veda doubted even their presence would cow her general attitude and demeanor. All were equal under her roof. The thoughts kept her company as she poured out a pint for the jester, though she was kind enough to not make it her worst brew. There was a soft spot for the man that she'd never consciously added, but it was there all the same.

Didn't mean she was opposed to taking his coin. Merrymock's presence in the pub often increased her profits given the patrons who bought things simply to throw at the performer. It was why he did get free ale or food from time to time, but money was always appreciated. "You, a peasant?" she deadpanned with one eyebrow raised, neither insulting him nor agreeing with the ogre. Vee nudged the pint the jester's way. She never considered herself anything above a peasant, despite the fact that she was a business owner. Titles had never mattered much to her in general. If she'd had one before being born and abandoned, said title wouldn't have protected her in the slightest. "How dare they."

[lostcndfound]

Name: Willoughby Clay

Nickname: Will

Age and Birthday: Looks in early 30s

Height: 5ft9

Pronouns and gender:  Uses he/him pronouns and their equivalents. Man. But it’s a long story and best boiled down with ‘his gender is performative but whose isn’t?’ and then left alone. 

What they are: A kind of wild fae - debatably. 

Style and Appearance: Lot of corduroy and knits. Brings a sort of ‘former hippie who became an english professor in a wes anderson film’ vibe to things when out in public. Thick dark hair, typically styled up and back, and at least a few days of stubble growth. Has light hazel eyes. 

Piercings and tattoos: None. 

Scars and distinguishing marks: None. 

Sexuality: Closest human equivalent would be pan or bi. Not got a lot of experience, but is up for trying most things, and is also very open about his lack of experience in all things romantic or sexual. 

FC: X

Abilities: Travel between worlds with total ease using the in betweens. Shadows, rivers, bridges, thresholds. Anywhere he wants at dawn and dusk. Physically alter shape and appearance to that of a human. Tough skin, a bit of a resistance to some physical harm but nothing huge. Wicked good sense of smell for all kinds of things, but especially good at finding magic. 

Weaknesses: Iron. Perfumes fuck him up, too strong, too much of a chemical feel. Creature brain says you hide when things are scary, so he is prone to spooking and then destroying things to disappear. Seems like a weakness. 

Links:  Canon - Media  -  Fun Stuff  -  Aesthetic  -  Music  -  Threads

Other bits and pieces:

As said, the human look is an ability. One he will keep up under almost all circumstances. He knows people who are aware of non-humanoid fae do not take them seriously in their real appearance, and he’s invested a lot into being ‘Willoughby’. It is a physical form.

Comes from the inbetweens. A sort of refuse pocket between realms, where things that get lost might end up, and which exists more strongly within the transitional parts of realms. Sometimes you lose something and it ends up there on its own. Findable by its original owners, or by something else, making it gone forever to the person who lost it. It’s sort of a junkyard. 

Sells things he finds in the in between, both in fairy markets and human ones. Stall is always called Lost and Found. A mix of genuinely interesting stuff, and total crap. Sort of a dodgy antique dealer, because sometimes things need some help getting lost before he claims them. 

Considers himself a gentleman thief. 

Only part of his inhuman appearance that's seen occasionally are the claws, four of them on each hand, two long, two short. For digging and climbing. They can do some harm, but aren’t meant for it. Potentially people might feel a roughness to his tongue, too, which is definitely a normal human length at all times, don’t look any closer, take my word for it. 

Has a true name in a fairy sense. A name that has power over him. But that’s a lets talk ooc if you want your muse to know it thing, cause he isn’t someone whose real name would be a known entity. Not important enough to be recorded anywhere. 

Temper can show when things don’t go how he wants and expects. Prone to tantrums and outbursts. Petty, vindictive, hissy fit throwing.

Wants to be taken seriously. Sticks to his idea of what is proper and respectable regardless, even though it was informed by literature, and almost exclusively things written before the 1930s. 

Actually isn't completely ignorant to a lot of human things, he lives in a world of lost crap after all, he's seen more and read more than what he's latched onto as 'Will'. There are still major gaps in his knowledge though, putting people together through trash isn't the best method of getting a full understanding.

Long form backstory and bio (Least necessary read, you can skip these bits):

Willoughby is just a little creature. Born into a junk pile of lost and unwanted belongings. Not considered a fae by most of faerie, but humans who don’t know better would see him as one. Initially raised with a family, and then isolated over the years. It’s a lonely existence just scuffling around an endless field of trash searching for stuff to eat. Incidentally, part of why they’re so good at snuffling up magic is because spirits that get lost are a staple part of their diet. Usually it’s parts of spirits, full human or fae don’t usually wind up with them. 

At some point in the endless repetitive cycle of searching, they stumbled upon something quite unique. A house. An entire home. A large country house at that. Something that could’ve been used as a filming location for a bbc miniseries based on a Jane Austen novel. Maybe it’s not landed gentry, managed by the national trust levels of big, but it was clearly a home with money and worth. Left to moulder and rot for a few decades, totally abandoned and untouched. Furniture, belongings, everything. 

Exploring the house brought them to a library full of crumbling and poorly cared for books, hallways of portraits and little bits and pieces to uncover and learn about the people who’d lived there. All subtly covered in the smell of fae magic. Whatever got the house lost, it involved some kind of pissed off fairy. 

So they created a character, for fun at first, built from the stories they’d read. Name picked from the pages to fit the home. He became ‘him’, not really having any connection or relationship to human concepts of gender before, but ‘him’ seemed the most fun when it came to stomping around an empty home and playing pretend. Willoughby wasn’t the only voice, he was just the one that lasted, that became more than just play. 

He thinks he can duel, swords of guns, that he's a deft hand with a bow and arrow, and an accomplished piano-forte player. Reality might say otherwise. Only having himself to please and impress. Also likes croquet, cross stitch, writing by hand, pretending he knows what horses are and how to ride them,

The appearance of 'Willoughby' wasn't taken from the portraits, they didn't look like the humans and fae he saw scavenging in the inbetween, so he took the softness, delicate features, and incredibly pale skin, to be an art style. It's never occurred to him that his human build and appearance is incongruous with the clothes, the language, the character.

Realizing their opportunity, their position, Will decided to change up how they were living and existing. Why scrounge around endlessly for survival when he could build something better for himself. Sell what he found. It wasn’t unheard of, he saw and ran away from numerous scavengers from other realms looking for goods to sell or use. So he decided to do that. You can find him at antiques fairs, flea markets, car boot sales, bring and buys, anything and everything where he can set up a little stand and sell the crap he’s found. 

Overtime, he realized it’d be easier to find stuff worth selling if he could help it to get lost. Using the ability to move through in betweens - shadows and thresholds in particular - to start finding things to make lost, only to ‘find’ them later back home. And sometimes flat out steal stuff, cause it’s easier. 

Profoundly, deeply, lonely. Very isolated. Wants to gain connection, but is always acting and playing a part, so finds it difficult because people don’t react how he expects. For the sake of RP, if we’re rolling with pre-established relationships, we can bypass getting through that outer layer, and have a more genuine connection where Will can just be them. Not Willoughby Clay, human. 

Even alone. Will stays as a human. Stays as Willoughby. Sure, if completely alone he might dress a bit less reserved, but he will always look human. It is a choice, and a part of him. He started using his hobby/entertainment of a human appearance for work. People don't take inhuman fae seriously in his line of work, even others who also aren't humanoid by nature. Fae hounds, redcaps, cat sidhe, he'd been laughed at by more than one when trying to make deals as himself. Even if they can tell, and not all can, what kind of creature he is, it made a difference to be perceived as humanoid. It got respect.

[skiplo-wave]

Sorry this is gonna be long one!

I have my doubts that they are truly going to get justice for Abby and Libby. They haven't even solved the Flora Fire case either. I do believe Richard Allen is involved in the mix but based off his charges there has to be more.

There was more probable cause to arrest Ron Logan, the owner of that property they found the girls on. He was caught making an alibi BEFORE THE GIRLS WENT MISSING. If that's not a red flag, I don't know what is and that's not the only thing either. I can be fair and say that maybe he went out on his property that day and discovered them and maybe he panicked, thinking he would get blamed? We won't get a real answer to that because Ron has now passed. But it took them about a month to search his property. They thought because of his age, that he couldn't do anything like that. The investigators had to of been newbies at the time.

Then you have Kegan Kline who was the last person (supposedly) that had contact with the girls right before they was killed. He was suppose to meet them. That's probable cause right there. There was an incident with the account again when they was suppose to meetup with an underage girl and a guy in a mask showed up looking through the window. According to the transcript, they believe someone else had control of that account too. But it's worth mentioning that investigators can lie. so they could be thinking it was him the whole time.

There is a lot of negligence when they was handling this case. Richard Allen came to them and told them he was there. He told them what he was wearing. However, we got two different descriptions of two males and what they was wearing from what was filmed on the bridge. This officer, his name is Dan Dulin, interviewed this mf. They had this the whole fucking time and somehow missed it all these years. And not only that, he put Richard Allen's name in the system as "Rick Allen Whiteman"..... They had his name wrong. WTF!? This is unacceptable. Now you got this Sons of Odin biker gang stuff which is bizarre and shocking because this was discussed over a year ago before Richard was arrested. I have never seen such a crazy defense filing like this. I guess there was an investigation a while back but one of the guys is dead now. I don't know what they found in regards to the Odin ritual stuff. They better hope they got the right person, which I believe they do, because if Richard Allen turns out to be innocent and just a guy who struggles with mental health issues whom happen to be there wearing the same thing as bridge guy in the video, it was just coincidence like maybe all this Kegan Kline stuff... They are gonna have a serious lawsuit on their hands and it's going to throw a wrench in the case if they ever do catch the real person. And to be fair again, a lot of guys in the Midwest wears navy blue jackets, blue jeans and boots like that. Even the very first news interview they did with Ron Logan... He was wearing a navy blue jacket and blue jeans. Again, I believe it is Richard Allen but something just not right. Unless it comes out, I cannot accept that this dude did it by himself.

Here's where it all comes down too.

From what we got in yesterdays filing, they don't have DNA to link him to the crime far as we know. A bullet is not enough. You can link a bullet to a gun but from my understanding if the bullet had NOTHING to do with how they died, he can't be charged for that. The question is how did it get there but they can't hold him. He doesn't have to say anything. They can't use "Well, he admitted he was there at the bridge", yes, but Kegan or who ever had control of that account also admitted that he was suppose to meet them. Then you have another guy creating an alibi before it ever even came out that the girls was missing. What are the odds of these coincidences.

Something ain't right.

The whole case is wild

[joshuahyslop]

BOOKS

The last 10 books I’ve read:

1. Hallelujah Anyway - Anne Lamott This book should have actually been in the last list of books I’ve read, but I missed it. I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes, so I keep lists. I have several different lists of “books I’ve read” to try and keep track of where I’m at. Needless to say, I sometimes forget to update one (or more) of the lists and then forget which one is most up-to-date. Anyway. I read this recently, too. I loved her book, “Bird by Bird” but I read it ages ago, when I was at a very different place in my life, spiritually. I forgot that she was so religious and, therefore, found this a little tedious. It wasn’t bad, it just didn’t arrive in my life at the right time like, “Bird by Bird” did. Also, there’s a fantastic album by Hiss Golden Messenger called “Hallelujah Anyhow” and that also got me interested in this book. MC Taylor has recommended books to me in the past and, though he didn’t recommend this one, I wondered if there would be some kind of connection between the two. I didn’t find one.

2. Porno - Irvine Welsh There it is. I finished the sequel. I think if I’d read Trainspotting when it first came out I would’ve been far more interested in reuniting with the cast, but as I went directly from book one to book two, I found it a bit boring. The characters are all pretty well put together and the writing is still good. It’s just the storyline itself that didn’t intrigue me. Simon, aka, “Sick Boy” is now the owner of a sketchy club and decides to try to make a porno film in his establishment to try and go as legitimate as possible. All the other characters kind of play into it, but it’s not as engaging or interesting as the first book. Also, Irvine Welsh’s attempt at writing female characters was, in my opinion, pretty lacking. It wasn’t my favourite but I’ll be speaking on and off in a thick Glaswegian accent for the next while.

3. Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Webber and Rolling Stone Magazine - Joe Hagan I’ve always been curious about Rolling Stone magazine. I remember watching Almost Famous for the first time when I was around 17 and falling absolutely in love with the music and that specific time period. I’ve been inspired by that era for a long time and Jann Webber (as a character and the actual person) have small cameos in the film. I remember listening to The Cover of The Rolling Stone by Dr. Hook when I was a teen and dreaming of gracing its cover myself one day. I was always curious why Rolling Stone Magazine existed at the same time as The Rolling Stones and if there was a connection and, it turns out, there really was. I won’t spoil it for you but I was really disappointed. The book itself is well written and engaging but Jann Webber seems to be a very narcissistic power hungry person who had no problem throwing family and friends under the bus if it meant even a smidge more celebrity or power or money for himself. In the same way, it seems he used the magazine as his social club and it was mainly a way for him to become some kind of self-elected gatekeeper of fame. Kind of sad, really.

4. Under the Banner of Heaven - Jon Krakauer I’ve read a bunch of books by Jon Krakauer and I’ve enjoyed them all. Into The Wild, Into Thin Air, etc. They’re captivating books and they’re always very well researched. I was very interested in this book because it’s a true crime story and one of the reviews on the back compared it to “In Cold Blood” by Capote - another true crime story that I was also captivated by. Without really knowing what it was, I bought it from my local used bookstore and dove in. It’s kind of two books in one. Book one deals with a grisly murder committed by two brothers in the 80′s, and the Mormon fanaticism that they embraced which lead them to commit such a heinous crime. Book two explains the history of the Mormon religion. It’s a fascinating look at human nature, at religion, at fanaticism and at the evils that can be committed in god’s name. Not at all a read for the easily disturbed, but a fascinating book if true crime is your cup of tea.

5. Black Wings Has My Angel - Elliott Chase I have a very long list of books on my “to read” list. In fact, I have several “to read” lists scrawled in many different places: on my computer, in a journal, on the back of a receipt, kind of everywhere. I don’t remember where I heard of this book, but I know it was on more than one of my lists. I took a trip over to Vancouver a week ago to do some recording and while I was there I stopped at one of my favourite bookstores and asked one of the clerks for some recommendations similar to Hard Rain Falling and Fat City - both of which I’d read (and loved) after they’d been recommended by the same clerk previously. He grabbed several books and I saw this one in the pile and called it out with excitement. It’s been out of print for a long time but the good folks at New York Review Books have recently reprinted it. I read it in a day and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

6. A Good Man Is Hard To Find - Flannery O’Connor Flannery O’Connor was a fantastic writer. That said, it can be tremendously hard to read her stuff. It’s not how gritty and bleak things are in her stories; it’s not the seemingly infinite amount of unhappy endings, it’s the racism. It’s interesting because she was a highly religious person but her stories and her characters are often non-believers or hypocrites. It’s like she was able to be one thing in life but then able to write from a separate, if not opposite stance. She points out religion’s and society’s flaws and makes you question their motives. She points to the unbelievability of religion and the narrow-mindedness that so often goes hand in hand with a religious outlook. For that, I love her stuff. However, the same cannot be said of her views and her writing on race. The blatant racism in her work mirrors her own personal outlook and it is very hard to get past. And I don’t think it’s appropriate to try to just, “get past” it. You can’t sweep it under the rug. I think it’s important to acknowledge, even though it’s uncomfortable, the two sides to this particular coin. She was a great writer, of that there is no doubt. She was also an avid racist. There’s no doubt there either. But I do think it’s possible to simultaneously hold these two facts and enjoy the art while condemning the artists viewpoint, morals, humanity, language, etc. It requires reading with a critical eye. It means reading things you know you will disagree with, but I would argue that there is great benefit in doing so. Not only can it help you deepen your own understanding of why you believe what you believe, it can also help strengthen your conviction and your grasp of the world and of humanity and of its flaws. For a much better, far more articulate view on O’Connor’s racism in her writing, check out this article from the New Yorker: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/06/22/how-racist-was-flannery-oconnor

7. In A Lonely Place - Dorothy B. Hughes This was another book in the pile of recommendations from my favourite bookstore. I also read this in one sitting. I’d never heard of it before but it’s fantastic. It’s a fictional story about a murderer in the LA area and from the beginning to the end it’s an exciting read. It’s one of those books that are hard to put down. It’s under 200 pages but it’s a great cat and mouse story. At times, the main characters relationship reminded me a bit of Raskolnikov and the detective from Crime and Punishment. It’s all a game of words. I really enjoyed this one.

8. Why I Am Not A Christian- Bertrand Russell This is a book of essays and some are far more interesting than others. I thoroughly enjoyed the title essay, but essays such as “The Fate of Thomas Paine” were less enjoyable. I’d never read anything by Russell before this. I wasn’t really even aware of him. But, in reading Jon Krakauer’s book, “Under The Banner of Heaven”, I was moved by some of the quotation’s he’d used as introductions to his chapters. More than one quote from this particular book of essay’s was employed. So I picked it up and dove in. It reminded me of Christopher Hitchens’, “God Is Not Great”. It’s clear that essays and philosophers like Russell, if not Russell himself, had a large impact on people like Hitchens and I, for one, am thankful for that. Regardless of where you fall on the pro/anti-religion argument, this is a good book to read. It’s always good to reflect and deepen your understanding of what you do or do not believe and why. Books like this can certainly help to achieve that.

9. The Great Spring - Natalie Goldberg I’ve read a few books by Natalie Goldberg before. I often find that I really enjoy her writing but she comes across as quite cold and even, at points, rude to others. Not all the time, but often enough that it stands out. Still, writers don’t have to be friendly. They don’t have to be anything at all, besides human, I suppose and not all humans are always friendly. It’s beside the point. I like her style and I like her writing so, that’s that.

10. The Innocent Man - John Grisham I might be on a bit of a true crime kick. Under the Banner of Heaven got me into it, I think. This is an absolutely crazy story. After reading it I discovered there’s actually a Netflix docuseries about it. I haven’t checked it out yet. I think I will, but if it stays close to the book it’ll be hard to watch. Not only because of the heinous crimes committed but also because of the complete lack of justice served. It’s a captivating story and at times it’s hard to believe it’s true.

more soon, -joshua