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koisuko · 15 days

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Hear me out, but how about a shy female reader who has been chosen as one of earthrealm's champions but Bihan doesn't see it due to her being short and shy, he makes a comment about it but is shocked when the reader gave a smartass response to his comment which peaks Bihan's curiosity about the reader?

Tw: none, shy reader, fem reader, no use of y/n

You lived a fairly reclusive life, hidden away in a densely forested area surrounded by high mountains. There were very few homes nearby with the nearest neighbor being 100 kilometers away. Just how you liked it, away from strangers in your cozy cabin. It was a paradise, a shy persons dream.

You sat on your brown sofa, the cushions so pillowy it nearly swallowed your petite frame. Beside you, your sole company in the isolation you live in, a small black cat. Soft purrs accompanied the crackle of the flames before you, your toes wiggling near the fireplace for warmth. A sigh left your lips, at the relaxation taking a hold. All the chores were done, you finished your reading, and you had gotten off your online job just an hour ago. You had nothing to do but relax. A hand stroked the silky black fur of your cat, the purrs a gentle lullaby. Your eyelids grew heavy, barely having the strength to fight the impending nap. Not that you wanted to, naps were your favorite thing after all.

One..two..three knocks on your front door jostled you from your drowsy state. A spike in anxiety hit, fear of who or what could be here. You never really had visitors, or many friends outside of your cat and family. There is no one you know to be visiting anytime soon, so who is it? Slowly, you approached the front door, a nervous expression on your face despite your best efforts to seem confident. Armed with nothing but your fists, you stood just inches from the wooden barrier. You knew how to fight, if it was necessary. A woman in the middle of no where needs her protection! You’d be damned if you unhooked the chain lock at the top of the door. You mustered up the courage to place a cautious hand on the door knob. Was it hot in here? You could feel the sweat begin to bead at the ridge of your brow. A sigh left your lips as the door slowly creaked open. On the other side we’re not one, but three large burly men. This is your end, isn’t it? “U-uh h-hello?” You squeaked out, earning a scoff from a man wearing blue. His face seemed molded into a permanent scowl, and his scrutinizing gaze locked on to what little of you peaked from behind the door. The first to speak, was a man with bright white eyes. “Greetings, I am Lord Liu Kang, God of fire, Protector of Earthrealm,” his voice was oddly calming, but not enough to block out the body guards beside him, “May we enter?” Enter? As if! His title seemed like something straight out of one of your novels. “M-may I ask what business you have here?” You cleared your throat, anything to rid the lump making it hard to speak. “N-no offense but..I think you have the wrong house.” Liu Kang’s bright orbs creased at the corners in a smile, “I assure you we are at the correct residents.”

Shit, you thought. A thick clump of saliva made its way down your throat, causing you to nearly choke on it. “We can talk outside, if you wish,” he added. Something about this man was…strange yet peaceful. What choice did you have? You puffed out your chest and unhooked the chain keeping these intruders outside. All within a split second, you swung the door open and readied yourself for a fight with a defensive position. Unfortunately, a pathetic squeak left your lips as soon as the door smacked the wall. The two men behind Liu Kang chuckled, one with a more lighthearted giggle, and the other a demeaning one. Liu Kang smiled once again, bowing his head respectfully. You straightened up with an awkward gulp so loud the birds outside could hear it, “I uh..sorry.” He shook his head, “it is understandable, your bravery is admirable.” That soothed your nerves just a bit, until, the man in blue spoke for the first time. “This is the chosen champion?” His lip curled into one of distaste as he eyed you down, “pathetic.” It was one thing to hate everything around you, but to insult you before seeing your skills was a whole new level. “Excuse me?” You crossed your arms, popping a hip out with a snarl, “you look like a mere boy with sticks for arms compared to the men I’ve fought!” He didn’t say a word, instead, he scoffed and averted his gaze elsewhere. Although, despite his initial burning expression, his eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly when looking at you. It was barely noticeable, but a spark flickered just behind that ice cold exterior.

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flamingtouya · 2 months

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𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 — 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢/𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚

word count: 1262

cw: none other than dabi's foul language

summary: dabi encounters a cat. i continue to spoon-feed this man happiness. based on this prompt by the lovely @scarlettcryptid ♡

Before he knows it, a quiet ‘Pss-pss-pss’ leaves his lips.

He tries it all.

Clicking his tongue, saying - whispering - “Here, stupid fucking kitty”, because god forbid someone hears. Slowly putting his hand out, some more ‘Pss-pss’-ing - anything that had worked on the neighbours’ cats when Fuyumi did it.

Here he sits; Todoroki Touya, a man stripped of all dignity at the sight of a fat cat.

The concrete is cold underneath his palm. Dabi welcomes April’s spring breeze, a strand of jet black hair tickling his cheek as he pulls the strings of his hoodie tighter. The dewy scent of the morning air is overtaken by the intense smell of steaming hot Yakitori, fresh off the grill, bought - not stolen - bought with his own, hard-earned cash money. (That, admittedly, he had stolen.)

You’ve got to indulge, the vendor had shouted, in the little pleasures! Treat yourself to life's delectable delights! Two plus two, Weekday special! Don’t miss out on-

“Screw you,” he’d told her, shoving the money on the little silver tray next to the register, scowling when she still served him with a bright smile, one that reminded him of Fuyumi’s excited grin every time she’d successfully pulled off a trick on her beautifully painted Kendama. Fuyumi would be so upset, he thinks, if she knew where he gets his food from these days.

He pulls the first skewer from the paper box, diligently inspecting a grain of Szechuan pepper. Dabi hasn’t laid eyes upon a spice in months - especially not one this pricey.

No, ever since he’s made a temporary home in the outer area of the city, it’s been nothing but dumpster diving and collecting restaurant leftovers for him. Stale bread. Expired cookies. Plain rice, cooked in an old bean can. Salted butter. Some Chili powder on top of his potatoes, if the old man at the soup kitchen was feeling generous.

Compared to the barely digestible nutrients his body runs on, the sight mere inches from his face is a divine gift.

After turning it over once more he finally takes a small bite, careful to pull the piece of chicken off the skewer with his front teeth. He’s become even more sensitive to temperature lately, and his teeth are the most annoying aspect. Not the sizzling of his flesh when he overuses his quirk, not the burn behind his eyes as they go dry. Those he’s gotten used to rather quickly. But when most of the food you eat is either cold or poorly reheated, the sensation of something hot is bound to cause major discomfort.

It’s not as bad as he expects. Neither the temperature sensitivity nor the taste. He begins to chew more boldly, savouring the harmonious balance between onion and garlic, sea salt and pepper, topped with tare sauce and just a hint of lemon. Say about the outskirt markets what you will, but those street food vendors do know how to grill a chicken.

Dabi doesn’t notice how quiet it’s gotten until something chirps behind him.

A cat.

A rather well-fed cat.

A cat that technically isn’t overweight, but its thick fur coat still makes it look a little fat.

Black with a white tummy and some spots of orange near its paws, sitting two arms’ lengths away. Its eyes follow the skewer as he moves it to one side, then the other, then dangles it upside down. Some grease drips onto the grass of the porch he’s sitting on. He finishes the remaining pieces of chicken and pulls out the second skewer, eyes shifting between his precious meal and the overly attentive cat.

Finally, he decides to pinch off a small piece, chewing at the spiced crust until it’s gone. He tosses the plain chicken towards the cat but to his surprise, it flinches and retreats behind a large flower pot.

The little fucker.

Wasted half a bite of perfectly good food.

Dabi turns his attention back towards his steaming Yakitori. Some time passes. He doesn’t know if it’s seconds or minutes that he zones out looking at the flowering apricot tree in the distance, but he’s pulled back to reality by soft chewing noises. Careful not to make another sudden movement he shifts a bit, just enough to look over his shoulder. Sure enough, the feline is greedily nibbling at the slice of meat. The two of them make brief eye contact before turning their attention back to their respective meals.

The sound behind him subsides shortly after and is replaced by a soft purring, one that he knows isn’t directed at him. He lets the cat have another piece from his third skewer nonetheless, this time giving it a gentle toss so it lands a few inches closer.

Still visibly tense, it takes a few steps forward and sniffs at the chicken before gulping it down in a few bites. Greedy shit, Dabi thinks, as he sacrifices yet another precious piece. He puts it down at his side, rubbing his fingers together. The cat’s attention is on the meat immediately, ears twitching as it courageously inches closer towards Dabi. He finishes the last of his Yakitori, never breaking eye contact with the cowardly little furball next to him.

Before he knows it, a quiet ‘Pss-pss-pss’ leaves his lips.

He tries it all.

Here he sits; Todoroki Touya, a man stripped of all dignity at the sight of a fat cat.

After a thorough standoff, the cat’s curiosity gets the better of it. It keeps its stomach low as it sneaks across the ground, stretching its long neck to sniff at the finger that Dabi used to pull the Yakitori off the skewer earlier.

“If you bite me, I’m sending you to the coat factory.”

As if that theory was being tested, Dabi feels a sudden nip at his fingers. Cursing, he pulls back slightly, only to see the mischievous fucker’s pupils go wider. He wipes the bits of chicken grease off in the dewy grass and offers his palm again, checking both sides of the street to make sure nobody’s looking.

As if to taunt him, the little furball pounces and takes a swipe at Dabi’s hand before he can turn his attention back to the porch. It chatters in surprise when the man pulls away just in time.

Fucker, as Dabi decides to dub this newfound enemy of his, darts toward his other hand where he’s drawing lazy patterns on the concrete. With its claws half out and its tail puffed up, it races toward the wall, around the flower pot and jumps back onto the lawn to take another playful swing at Dabi’s limbs. Minutes later, he’s got the little menace chasing his fingers in circles, losing balance here and there and rolling over ever so often.

He’s focused, eagerly following the cat’s every move, trying to predict its attacks by the flick of its tail, an ear twitch, pupils that narrow ever so slightly before it leaps forward.

He’ll never admit it. That for once, there’s a sudden lack of grief in his heart.

Only when the first ray of sunshine hits the outer edge of the garden does he let himself fall backwards. The cat is but a purring weight on his thigh, stretching its paws across his lap with the softest ‘Meow’. Eyes closed and arms stretched out, he inhales slowly and holds his breath until he feels his pulse slow down. Dabi doesn’t care that his hair is getting a little wet, doesn’t care that the grass tickling his ears stings a little, doesn’t care that he’ll probably have red marks on his hands for a while.

If he shuts his eyes hard enough, he might still be able to convince himself that Touya is dead.

#the strength it took me to not turn this into a 5k word dabi x reader could move mountains.#dabi #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #bnha #bnha fluff #dabi x reader #< u cant blame me. this tag is what gets the clicks going and im a sucker for validation #touya x reader #dabi x you #almighty brainfarts it is currently 00:29. good night <3 #edgelord #my writing #x

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fanfiction4sooya · 1 month

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Hiii!!

May I request top Jennie using dub reader as her little fuck toy, or something like that

Like with Jennie being a top I mean degrading the reader and riding the readers face

Thank you bby 🫶🏻

I am sorry for answering these just now after months... I'll do my best to write the requests I had before the hiatus thing. That being said... I hope you like this one. 💖💖💖 (ps: i'm getting back to writing just now so this isn't my best work of all times lol)

cw: humiliation, face slapping, face sitting, fingering, gagging, age gap, power imbalance, face fucking, not proof read, etc.

You were finally at the place you were supposed to be.

Alright, okay, it was an internship but it was an internship at the design department of Chanel. That basically meant you could only climb further to the top, and nothing and no one could stand in your way.

It was your third week and everything was going smoothly... sort of.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you quickly answered.

"Hello, is this the Chanel intern speaking?" You heard your best friend's voice and smiled.

"Yes it is" You sounded way too cocky but that was the fun of it. "Is this the new Versace intern speaking?" You asked and Ning exploded in a mix of screams and laughter.

"hell yes it is!" You guys briefly spoke about a few matters until she finally popped the question you were waiting. "So... did you meet my sister there?"

"I already know your sister from your house" You rolled your eyes.

"yes but here you only met Jennie" She said. "In there she is Ms. Kim, CEO and head of the department. Believe me, I know the difference."

"I know, I know..." You took a sip of your coffee in your desk on the lobby of Jennie's office. "Of course we met, I am basically her assistant" You sounded defeated.

"Why the sad voice? Is she giving you a hard time?" Ning sounded concerned and you pouted a bit.

"I think she is trying to state that it's not because me and you are friends that she is going to treat me any different..." You were interrupted by the sound of her private elevator. "Gotta go!" You immediately hang up, getting up to wait for her by the door.

As soon as it opened you felt your heart drop. Jennie was everything you aimed to be, had everything you wanted to have. Of course she didn't spare you a glance and of course that made her feel even more alluring to you.

"Good morning, Ms Kim" You bowed and she handed you her bag and coat, going straight to her office and shutting the door off. You took a deep breath, the perfume on her coat being the most inebriating thing you've ever felt in your life. Of course you knew it was not just her perfume, but her natural scent as well.

🌸🌸🌸.

The afternoon went smoothly, you two went to one meeting and that was it. Jennie let you go alone to your place of work to finish a few documents for her as she went to check a few things.

You got back and went straight to work, knowing very well she hated when you delayed anything she asked you to do. She commanded everything with an iron fist.

As you worked you could see the expensive coat hanging from the corner of your eye. It was so beautiful and smooth and... it smelled like her. It was as if you were in a daydream, you could feel yourself walking but with no real thought in mind, reaching it but not really minding that you were still inside the building and that she was there too.

You stopped in front of the huge mirror in front of her office, she loved looking at herself and you knew exactly why. She was perfect. You wanted to be like her.

You tried the black fur coat over your tight outfit, a baby pink mini skirt and matching blazer over a white button up.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, engulfed in her perfume, her scent, imagining how it would feel being her for a whole day, feeling the coat as if you were feeling your own skin in an almost erotic motion, up and down; But it wasn't your own self you were lingering to touch. You wanted to feel her, touch her.

"Having fun?" Her voice felt like a bucket of cold water, not only alerting you to what you just did but scaring the hell out of you.

"Ms Kim, I-" You stuttered and she raised her perfect hand in a 'Stop talking" kind of motion. You swallowed your words, along with the tears threatening to escape your eyes.

She felt even more overpowering standing there with her eyes on you, her perfect posture and incredibly expensive suit did nothing to help your heart lower the crazy beating.

"Who gave you permission for that?" She said, slowly walking towards you, her gaze heavy on your already shaky body.

"I am sorry i just- I thought..." You tripped over your words as her eyes roamed over your figure. She scoffed.

"You thought?" She arched one perfect eyebrow. "I really didn't knew you were capable of such thing" Her voice was venomous and you lowered your gaze, pouting.

"I am sorry" You finally managed to say, starting to take off the coat.

"Keep it on" You stopped and she continued, grabbing your face between her fingers, her nails sinking in a bit. "I think we should play a little game" Her body was so close to yours your knees were almost giving up on holding your weight as her breath fanned over your lips. "You give me something good and I don't kick you out for touching what's mine" She scanned your beautiful face: red cheeks, furrowed eyebrows, closed eyes to avoid her cat like ones.

A single tear escaped your eyes as she rolled hers in annoyance.

"What should I give you, ma'am?" You asked but she shook her head, turning your face towards the mirror and you whimpered. She smiled, nearing her lips to your ear.

"What could a little dumb intern possibly give me that I don't already have?" She whispered and you felt goosebumps, watching your reflection on the mirror. You were pretty sure that was a wet dream of yours.

"Please..." Your hand held her wrist and she made you look into her eyes again. They were like a fire, slowly burning yours. "I will give you anything you want but please don't fire me" You gulped, feeling yourself getting wet. What she wanted crossed your mind and you really prayed you were correct.

"Anything?" She playfully said and you took her by surprise when your knees touched the floor, both hands on your thighs, lowering your eyes to her expensive shoes.

Of course the dom inside her saw the erotic side of kneeling when you did it, she just didn't think you'd be bold enough to do what you did next.

You reached for the button of her trousers and she followed your movements with her eyes, not moving to see until where you'd go. Your trembling hands unzipped them, and you pulled them down to her ankles, a drenched mess as you saw her lacy underwear visibly shining with wetness seeping trough.

You whimpered when she held your chin up, staring at your pleading demeanor with a smile forming on her lips.

"I could report you for sexual harassment right now" She said and you panicked a bit.

"Please don't..." Your eyes were full of tears now. She smiled even wider, her thumb caressing your lower lip.

Oh Jennie Kim... not just her eyes were a cat's, her actions were much like a feline's as well, playing with her prey before actually devouring it. Enjoying the despair on your face as she pushed the digit between your lips and you promptly sucked on it, rolling your tongue over it and closing your eyes.

She kicked her trousers off her ankles, taking you off of that trance when she pulled you by the hair so you would open your eyes.

"Tongue out" She commanded and you did what she said, whimpering and bawling your fists. "Unbutton your blouse" Your trembling hands did as she told and her eyes darkened by seeing your boobs and tummy. She spat on your tongue without warning, watching her saliva and yours trickle down to your boobs and chin. "Fuck"

Without saying any more words she pulled her panties to the side and mounted your face, lowering her pulsing cunt to your lips, feeling the vibrations of your moans against her core.

She tasted like heaven, her thick wetness made you roll your eyes as she held your head with both hands to grind better on your gorgeous face.

"I knew you had to be good for something" She growled, speeding up the pace so her clit could get stimulated faster as your nose bumped it.

The pleasure she felt was not only on the fact that you were so willing to give her good head, no; it was in the way you so willingly submitted to her. That was a dream of hers since the first time you entered her parent's house with her sister: short little skirt and a gullible expression, ready to be thrown around like a little doll.

But Jennie was a patient woman and of course she picked on your personality traits to realize you enjoyed being degraded , ignored and of course, coerced by the right person. That's why she put on some effort to have you under her eyes at all times, under her command.

You thought she was your obsession but little did you know she was the one obsessing over you.

"That's right, keep going" She said, rolling her hips against your lips. She saw in first hand how your pupils grew wider, your hands tempted to hold her by the ass so you could savor her better.

Suddenly she forcefully pulled you away by the hair, your hooded eyes and glistening face made her pride grow inside of her. You whined trying to get your face back where it belong.

"Please, more..." You were shaking, drooling like a mad animal.

You felt a sharp sting on your cheek and that made you clench, specially when Jennie kneeled in front of you to lick your cheek up and down until she stopped on your neck.

"Dumb little thing" She said, harshly sucking on your skin. "Do you want me back in your mouth, pup?" She said and you mewled, nodding. Another slap. "Use your words, slut" She held your hair by the nape so you'd look into her eyes.

"Yes ma'am, please let me lick you please please" You cried out, desperate to make her feel good. She smiled, pushing you to lay down as she pushed open your legs, a satisfied grin on her perfect lips.

"Oh, I knew you'd enjoy eating me out but you are soaked" she admired the wet patch on your panties, promptly pulling them from you. "Open your mouth" She commanded and you did as she told, feeling the fabric being pushed past your lips deep down almost in your throat. You gagged, gasping for air and she stopped. "Keep it there and don't you dare touch my hair" her voice was dangerous and you almost glued your hands to your sides.

She spread your pussy lips, admiring your hole and pretty pussy, spitting on it before giving it a tempting lick to taste you. Jennie nearly growled, latching her lips to your clit and your scream was muffled by the fabric in your mouth. You saw not only stars when she licked your slit next, humming upon feeling your taste.

Her nails dug in your thighs and you hissed, trembling a lot and making her smile against your wet pussy; Her tongue kept circling your clit and with not much effort she plucked two of her digits inside you to harshly thrust them up, quickly finding your gspot and rubbing it.

"I wanna hear you now" She got up to your face, puling the panties from your mouth and you gave her a relieved moan, your eyes full of tears as you felt her relentless pounding, knuckles deep inside you. "Such a good little slut" She said, finally kissing your lips.

Her lips felt delicious and you clenched when you managed to feel your taste on them, creaming on her fingers, rolling your eyes when her tongue didn't stop the assault on yours. She gave your tongue a harsh suck and you almost cried, hugging her against you, trying your best to feel her. You needed that woman; everything, anything.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears; she ws your best friend's big sister, the unapproachable Jennie Kim.

Oh you were fucked. So fucked.

Without stopping her fingers she got up enough to fully sit on your face in a 69 position and you could finally feel that heavenly taste again, moaning against her core and hooking your arms on her thighs to hold her down. Who cares if it was suffocating? You got the chance to make the Jennie Kim feel good, it was worth dying for it.

"god" You felt her mutter against your clit, humping your face full force, you could see her hole clenching and unclenching the more she moaned against you. "I'm gonna paint your pretty face with my cum" She said through gritted teeth and without much warning you came, melting under her, shaking like a leaf in the wind, going limp as she kept the relentless pace of staining your whole face with her juices while she came as well, that creamy liquid delicious against your lips and face.

You just laid there, taking whatever she wanted you to take as she kept humping, trembling on top of you, her breath heavy as she tried to recompose herself.

Without warning (again because of course she didn't need to tell you shit) she got up, dressing herself as you tried to do the same but you only managed to sit on your ankles, knees on the floor again. She collected your juices from her chin on her fingers, stretching her hand out to you and your foggy brain thought she was helping you get up.

"Don't be dumb" She said, rolling her eyes. "Clean my fingers, pup" You pouted, obeying. Your tongues swirled against her fingers as the two of you made eye contact, her dilated pupils following every move you made. "Enough" She said and you got back to positioning yourself on your knees, lowered head. "For a dumb little intern you are quite a fast learner" she held you by the chin. "I wonder who else you kneeled to" She said, annoyed by that thought.

Jennie let your face go, bending to get your panties from the floor.

"Keep the coat" Her eyes sparkled. "I'll keep these" She put it in her pocket as prize, taking a black card from it. "You are mine now" She handed you the card. "Buy more lingeries and nice outfits for you" Jennie said leaving to get in her office. "I still want a lot of things from you, pup" She said, closing her door and leaving you dumbfounded on the floor.

#gxg smut #blackpink jennie #blackpink smut #jennie x fem! reader #jennie smut

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13atoms · 1 year

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Heart Moon (Geralt x Reader)

A little Valentine’s day drabble! There’s a heart moon above our sleeping heroes, and the beginning of a love story growing between them. | 1.2k | Fluff/Romance

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You groaned, rolled your shoulders, and curled up against the cold forest floor. Across from you, Geralt was soundly asleep, the proud line of his nose catching the moon light, the harsh line of his jaw softened by his slumped neck.

Roach was somewhere behind you, mooching around in the undergrowth, not far from her tether. Jaskier was curled up on furs, sleeping in a bundle with his lute strung up on a tree, safe from mud and danger.

Night watch was no fun, but it gave you a moment alone. And that was rare, especially since Jaskier had rejoined your party a few weeks ago. You liked having him there. The noise, the joviality, his complaining just as your feet began to ache. You liked him, his spirit and his company, a fellow human beside Geralt’s superhuman stamina and senses.

The Witcher had never made you feel like a burden, but beside him it was hard to feel like you were pulling your weight.

The bard’s presence had brought something else into focus. That your relationship with him was different, to the one you shared with Geralt.

You had long suspected it, that there was something unusual in the way you curled around him when the night was cold, or the way he never finished eating until you were full. He never finished the water skeins until your thirst was quenched. Never let you carry your own bags until he was at capacity.

He didn’t do that for Jaskier. You didn’t want to hold Jaskier like you wanted to hold Geralt.

And late into the night, you’d stay awake into Geralt’s night watch shifts, just for the chance to talk to him alone again.

You liked Jaskier, loved him, as a friend and a confidant.

You’d never longed for his company as you longed for Geralt’s.

It was a red moon, rising strong and high above the continent, leaving a strange glow on everything.

Geralt’s pale skin was tinted with it, the water nearby reflecting it, the light dissipating to pink as it painted all that was below.

There were rumours, about pink moons. Old wives’ tales, stories for children. For romantics.

You wondered how many Geralt had seen, in his long life. This was only your second – you had seen one as a child, and laughed at the celebrations which took place in your village.

It was a night for mischief and flowers and kindness. Gifting and smiling and loving.

You watched how the light caught Geralt, his pale hair fanned out against his sleep mat and face pressed to a fur. Perhaps, a few dozen miles away, the nearest village would be celebrating as yours had. Maybe it was celebrated no where else on the continent. It was so rare, you had never thought to ask.

A pang of heartache for your home threatened to overwhelm you, tightening your throat and forcing your gaze from Geralt like he might feel the intensity of it.

Without much further thought, you arose, beginning the hunt for flowers.

The season was just beginning, but hardy early species survived. Snow-white droplets of petals and tiny pale blue flowers, blood-reds and buttery-yellows cut by your knife and gathered in your hands until you realised you’d wandered too far. Trying not to make too much noise, and not truly worried, you rushed back, the crook of your arm full of delicate blooms.

As you returned the moon was directly overhead, Geralt fidgeting in his sleep at the sound of your return. His golden eyes batted open, scanning the campsite until they settled on you.

“Sorry,” you whispered, descending back onto your sleep mat, flowers in your grip.

“Not to worry. We must be due to swap soon,” he murmured, voice low for fear of waking Jaskier, and gruff with sleep.

He rolled onto his side, perched up on an elbow. You were always amazed at how quickly he recovered from being awoken. He missed nothing, eyes flickering to the flowers in your lap.

You were making quick work of stripping the stems of leaves, knife slipping easily down the delicate stems.

The Witcher watched your hands for a few moments, before rolling onto his back.

“Heart moon,” he murmured, and you swore you saw a smirk on his lips, the flash of his pointed canines.

Both of you stared up at it through the clearing in the canopy of the trees, knife resting still in your lap.

Geralt took his time as he sat up, finding a place against his bags to lean, before gesturing for the flowers in your lap.

“Collect your own,” you teased, a laugh on your tongue at his dejection.

“I’m warm here. Give me half.”

You faked a bit of grumbling, but acquiesced, and soon Geralt had his own pocket knife out, stripping the stems with the ease he stripped flesh from bone.

You returned to your task, taking quick glances up to see the concentration on the Witcher’s face.

“I hope these weren’t for Jaskier,” he grumbled, no malice in his voice.

You smiled to yourself, focussed on removing the roots from a bunch of conical purple flowers.

“Just felt like it. It’s tradition, under a heart moon.”

The Witcher hummed in agreement.

“Tradition to be given flowers, I believe. Who were you giving them to?”

“Both of you. Myself. Roach.”

When you looked up, Geralt raised an eyebrow. You didn’t talk about home much, but now felt right. A quiet moment, just the two of you.

“We always gave flowers on a blood moon. To children, parents, friends, siblings, neighbours…”

“It was always lovers, I thought.”

You fixed him with a look, stilling the blade in your hands once again.

“Sometimes lovers,” you confirmed.

“It must vary, across the continent.”

“Must do,” you conceded.

You’d started to fashion little bouquets, your own flower pile split in two, smiling to yourself as you found twine to wrap them into neat forms. Geralt watched with unveiled interest.

With a groan at the movement, you uncrossed your legs and stood, placing one bundle by Jaskier’s sleeping form. The other you nestled into Geralt’s travel pack. Sitting back down, you noticed Geralt’s movements had stopped. His eyes glanced between the bundles, then back to his lap. Finally, to you. You stifled a yawn, looking back to the bright red moon where it sat between trees and the stars.

“You should get some rest,” he murmured, voice quiet, hands unmoving by his flowers.

For a few moments, you took one last look at the moon. You might see another in your lifetime, but it wouldn’t be like this. Not with your closest friends, one of them a Witcher who you hoped might see you as even more precious than that.

You took in the image of Geralt, lap covered in flowers and golden eyes fixed on you.

Finally, you laid down, curling beneath blankets and on your side facing the Witcher.

“Goodnight, Geralt.”

“Goonight,” he murmured.

You laid still, eyes closed, listening to the sound of him slicing at leaves, imagining him bathed in that pink moonlight.

As you were drifting between wakefulness and sleep you heard him stand, moving away, no doubt not wandering far. You let sleep take you.

When you awoke it was to the early morning light, the heart moon vanished, the Witcher nearby. Golden eyes flickering away from yours as they opened, and you found yourself half-way buried in flowers.

#this is daft and cute and unbeta'd #the witcher #the witcher x reader #the witcher x you #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt of rivia x reader #fic #13atoms #valentine's drabble

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slaymitchabernathy · 13 days

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Play Nice

“You are an absolute brat and I loathe you,” Coriolanus grits out, covered in sweat, scratches and a little bit of blood as he wrangles her down to the tiled bathroom floor, “I wish I never let you move in with me.”

All that he gets in reply is a hiss and a frustrated yowl.

“Is everything alright in there?” Soarynn calls from the bedroom.

Coriolanus glances at his reflection in the floor length mirror. He looks absolutely pitiful like this. Soaked with bath water, his curls sticking to his forehead, his hands scratched up as he attempts to pin down an eleven pound cat to the ground.

“Perfectly fine darling,” he calls back.

Petunia lets out a loud meow, so loud that you’d think he was strangling her which is fucking impossible the way she’s wiggling around. “This is only going to serve as a momentary lapse in our relationship,” he gasps as he finally manages to get her to hold still, “all that’s left is drying you off and clipping your nails.”

Easier said than done.

Ever so carefully, he reaches for the towel he left on the floor, wrapping it around her until she looks like some sort of puffed pastry. Petunia does not look happy but Coriolanus can’t find it in him to care about that right now. “You’re an absolute diva,” he tells her, shooting the feline a small glare, “you had me fooled in that pet shop all those years ago.”

Coriolanus had gotten Petunia as a gift for Soarynn, as means to give his girlfriend some company while he was away at work. He hadn’t expected the cat to become a tyrant in his own home, prancing around with ribbons on her neck, batting at his ankles and sleeping right in between them.

And she stole his socks. Some things were just unforgivable to him.

She looks a bit like a wet rat right now. Soaked to the bone but he is too. Her normally fluffy, white fur is smoothed down making her appear much smaller than she usually does. Petunia is a ball of fluff, if only her attitude could say the same.

“Do you need help Coryo?”

His eyes widen at his girlfriend’s question and he’s quick to shoot it down. “We’re fine! Just rest darling.”

Normally, Soarynn took on the brunt of Petunia’s personal hygiene. She brushed the cat at least ten times a day and cats are quite clean overall so it was rare for Petunia to be bathed. Usually, they handed that task over to their trusted veterinarian but the vet was closed today and while Soarynn could bathe Petunia with no problem, she wasn’t feeling well. Menstrual cramps seemed to be a constant issue where Coriolanus was concerned. He hated them. Hated how they made the love of his life feel, how helpless she became, how she whimpered in pain as she curled up in a tight ball.

So on the day she had planned to give Petunia a bath, he bravely stepped up to the task. How hard could it be? Petunia was always so well behaved when Soarynn bathed her. Coriolanus even had a photo of Soarynn holding up a swaddled Petunia in her arms, almost like a child with a big smile on her face.

Petunia however, seemed to be dead set on making him regret his selfless decision as she attempted to free her paw to swat at him. “Save your tears for someone who cares about them,” he tells the cat as he ruffles the towel and attempts to dry her off. He glances at the hair dryer that sits on his girlfriend’s side of the bathroom counter but that’s too risky. Water and electricity are a terrible match and with his luck, he’d electrocute both of them.

He’ll just stick with the towel.

꧁ ꧂

By the time he’s finished with the battle of drying and clipping the cats fur and nails, Coriolanus feels as if he’s lost a good two years of his life.

It’s damn near ironic how she happily prances out into the bedroom once he opens the bathroom doors, gasping for air. Petunia runs over to the bed, effortlessly jumping onto it and immediately seeks out Soarynn for comfort.

He can’t see his girlfriend all that clearly with the amount of pillows and blankets she’s got covering her but he hears her chuckle at his attempt of a ribbon around Petunia’s neck. “Oh, you gave him a run for his money, didn’t you my darling?”

Coriolanus scoffs and smooths his hair back as he walks around to her side of the bed and finds her curled up with her heating pad. Petunia is already lying down, her stomach on full display as Soarynn gives her belly rubs. “If our children are anything like her then we’ll need to hire a full-time nanny,” Coriolanus decides right there and then.

Soarynn smirks as she slowly attempts to sit up but he gently pushes her back down. She needs to rest, that’s why he so stupidly agreed to do this suicidal task in the first place. “You know, I do have to move at some point,” she softly reminds him. Coriolanus nods, he knows that Soarynn can’t lie here forever but he’s set on keeping her here as long as possible. Where she’s safe and warm and loved.

Petunia meows, seemingly upset that the attention is no longer on her. “I think if we gave you to Dr. Gaul she’d send you right back,” he says, not at all impressed with the innocent display Petunia is putting on. She hisses at him and tries to swipe at his hand when he reaches for Soarynn.

Soarynn rolls her eyes and scratches the cat between her ears, “Play nice you two.”

Easy for her to say. The cat is obsessed with Soarynn, wants to follow her everywhere, be with her while she showers and brushes her teeth.

Which is unfortunate because Coriolanus is also obsessed with Soarynn and wants to follow her everywhere, and be with her while she showers and brushes her teeth.

If he knew he was in for some competition then he would have gotten her a fish.

“She refuses to share you with me,” he grumbles as he carefully sits on the edge of the bed, his hip next to Soarynn’s head. Soarynn gives him a small smile, “Sounds like someone I know.” He ignores her teasing and runs a loving hand through her soft blonde hair, “Well, that someone clearly adores you with all his heart and made a great sacrifice today by bathing that cat.”

Soarynn giggles and presses a kiss to Petunia’s head, “He also replaced the silk ribbon I normally tie around her neck for a necktie.” Well, now he’s embarrassed. And the tie looks rather sharp in his opinion and Petunia clearly doesn’t mind as she bats at it with her paws. “He was a man with few resources who was trapped with a deadly beast,” he tells her somberly, “be glad he made it out alive.”

Soarynn looks up at him and he nearly melts right then and there at how beautiful she looks.

She’d deny it if he told her how perfect she looks right now. She’d claim that she hasn’t showered yet and that her hair isn’t properly styled and that she hasn’t eaten a decent meal since yesterday afternoon but he doesn’t care. He’s sure he’ll see all sorts of sides of her as their relationship grows and matures. He’s going to hold her hand when she pushes their child into the world and Coriolanus doesn’t doubt that she’ll look absolutely beautiful when she does it.

“Thank you for giving her a bath,” she says. And suddenly all is forgiven. The headache he has is now vaporized. The cuts on his hand healed. His damp curls dry and styled to perfection. Everything seems to be alright with her by his side.

“You’re very welcome my darling,” he replies before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He feels a soft sensation on his cheek and in his peripheral vision he can see Petunia rubbing her head against his cheek. Soarynn lets out a breathy laugh, “Looks like all has been forgiven then.”

Coriolanus smiles to himself as Petunia crawls onto Soarynn’s lap and curiously observes the heating pad.

Petunia can be a real pain in the ass. But when he sees how happy she makes Soarynn, how much more Soarynn laughs and smiles because of that cat, it all seems worth it in the end. After all, these are the two most important women in his life. He ought to take care of them.

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bagerfluff · 2 months

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The Big Bad Puppy

Nico di Angelo x Male Werewolf Reader

Prompt - Werewolf

You cursed as you paced back and forth in the Hades Cabin.

This was bad.

Bad.

You see, it was a full moon tonight. It was a few hours till sun down and you were a werewolf. Yes, a werewolf. You were cursed by a God years ago so every full moon and whenever you wished you would turn into a half man half wolf.

Normally everything was fine when this happened. You never had any friends so you never had to tell anybody about your little wolf problem.

But this full moon was different.

You had Nico, your boyfriend. You hadn’t told Nico about your problem yet, how could you. How do you tell the man you love that you turn into a werewolf? What if Nico hated you for it? What if Nico hated that you kept this a secret from him?

You were on the verge of having an anxiety attack. Because in a few hours you would turn into a werewolf in your boyfriend's cabin. You couldn’t leave, Nico would find you.

But you could hurt Nico, kill him. You didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want to kill someone else that loved you. But what could you do? You kept pacing in Nico’s cabin till you felt something.

You looked out the window to see the moon shine into Nico’s cabin. Guess your choice was made for you. You felt your bones shift and your skin rip. You’ve been through this before. It hurt like hell but you were used to it.

You fell to the floor and gripped the floor. Slowly your body grew bigger, longer, less human, more wolf. You grew claws. Long hands and feet. Black fur grew along your body as your face changed to a wolf's face.

But you were different from most werewolves.

The God that cursed you so that you would never fit in anywhere. Your face as a wolf was a skull. A wolf's skull was your face but when it reached your wolf ears it changed back to the wolf's body.

You could see ribs on your chest and your claws on your feet and hands were long, sharp, and white. You were half wolf, half skeleton. Once you were finished changing you looked around the cabin.

What were you going to do now?

Where could you go or do?

You were trying to think about what to do when you heard the door open to the Hades Cabin. You looked over to see Nico standing at the entrance with a face of shock and concern.

“What are you?” Nico said as he drew his sword. You never thought that Nico might kill you. You whimpered and tried to make yourself smaller. That was hard since when you stood on your hind legs you were just small enough to fit inside the cabin.

You moved back to the farthest wall from the door. You tried to make yourself small. Nico shut the door and slowly walked closer to you. His sword was drawn and it was pointing at you.

“What are you and what did you do with Y/n?” You felt happy that Nico cared about you, but also scared that Nico was going to kill you. You tried to make yourself non threatening but that didn’t work.

Nico got closer, but you could see that Nico was hesitant. Like he knew something was different about you. “You look like a werewolf. But why do you have a skull face?” Not even you could answer that.

“Where is Y/n?”, when Nico said your name you placed a clawed paw to your chest. Trying to tell Nico that you were Y/n. Nico seemed to notice this but he looked really confused.

“Your Y/n?” Nico asked and you nodded. Nico lowered his sword but he still looked a little confused. “You're a werewolf?” Nico asked and you nodded again. Taking a step forward towards Nico.

Nico took a step back but he didn’t do anything. “What happened?” Nico asked and you wished you could answer him. “Guess you can’t tell me”, Nico said after a bit.

You walked closer to him and Nico didn’t move this time. Nico reached his hand out and you tapped his palm with your muzzle. It felt different than most because it was a skull. Nico wondered how you could see, smell, or eat but Nico would have to wait for that.

“It’s a full moon. That’s why you turned”, You nodded and pushed your muzzle against Nico’s stomach. You were still pretty tall when you were on all fours.

Your head went to Nico’s chest.

Nico reached over and started to pet your head. Right in between your ears since that was the closest place with fur. Your tail started to wag. Nico had remembered that he didn’t see you at dinner so he asked you if you might be hungry.

You nodded and growled. “Hold on there”, Nico looked around the cabin, “You want to hunt?” Nico asked you. Nico knew the gist about werewolves. They were bigger than wolves. You started to move to the door but Nico grabbed your fur.

“No. Let me see if there are people out there”, Nico let go of your fur and walked to the door. But you followed. Nico sighed. Nico was a little scared of you when he first saw you. He had never seen or heard something that looked like you.

But he’s been around you for a couple of minutes and he was already not scared of you. You were like a big puppy. You were like that when you were human too. Kind, caring, loving, following Nico around.

People teased you for it but you never minded. Maybe that was because they were true. “No. Stay”, Nico said sternly. He didn’t want someone to kill you. You whimpered but you stayed where you were while Nico walked to the door.

Nico opened the door and peaked out. Nobody was outside. Everyone had already gone to their cabins. Nico looked back into the cabin and caught your eye. If Nico could call it that.

They were just the eye sockets that the eyes went in and Nico could still feel eyes looking at him. It was a little creepy. “Okay. You can go. You know where the forest is but come back quickly”, you nodded your head and your tail started to wag.

You moved closer to Nico and rubbed your skull head against his cheek before running out the door and to the forest. Nico sighed and closed the door. Nico walked over to his bed and sat.

So Nico’s boyfriend was a werewolf.

Nico didn’t really care but he wondered how you became that and why you looked so different. Why didn’t you tell Nico? Well Nico guessed it was because you were scared.

How long have you been like this? Why are you like this? Nico had lots of questions but he guessed that he would have to wait to find them out. Nico wondered if this would change things.

Could you control your transformation? Could you turn whenever you wanted? Just more questions. Nico heard a thump on the door, that was quick. Nico walked over to the door and opened it to see you standing in front of it.

You were pretty tall.

About two times taller than Nico. Nico stepped outside and looked up. He saw you looking back at you and he also saw that your jaw was dripping with blood.

Nico glanced down to see that your tail was wagging really fast. “Come in”, Nico said as he stepped out of the way and you crouched down and walked in. Nico closed the door behind you two and you walked and curled up next to Nico’s bed.

Nico walked over to you and crouched down in front of you. Nico reached out and started to pet your head. You turned your head and lifted it so you and Nico were looking eye to eye.

Nico still had questions.

He had a lot.

But he could wait a bit before getting them answered. “You really are a big puppy aren’t you”, Nico said and Nico could have sworn that you smiled. Nico sat down in between your legs and you curled around him.

Your head in Nico’s lap while Nico ran his hands through your fur. Nico slowly got tired so he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. From now on your and Nico’s lives are going to be a bit different.

Mostly Nico’s and mostly your relationship.

#lgbtq #nico di angelo x male reader #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo #percy jackson x male reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #pjo hoo toa #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo spoilers #pjo fandom #heros of olympus x reader #heros of olympus #male reader #male reader imagines

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sixeyescurseuser · 5 months

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Bunjo

Thinking about canon but make it hybrid au - bunny hybrid Gojo and human Geto.

The Gojo clan is very adamant about breeding within the same species of rabbit family. Something about maintaining a pure bloodline and having a mate that will instinctively know what’s best for you.

Then, THE Gojo Satoru goes off to Jujutsu High, and imprints on a HUMAN.

The thing is, Gojo’s never had trouble controlling his bunny instincts - not since he was a kid. But whenever he’s around Suguru, his self-control goes out of the window.

Meanwhile, Geto came from a small country town so he’s not used to this many hybrids there are in the big cities - and so many varieties!

It’d be so funny if the first time Geto “met” Gojo was when Gojo was in bun form.

Bun Gojo - “Bunjo” for short - gets restless when he doesn’t shift for more than a week. Upon wanting to explore the campus in his bun form, he lost track of time, aka the moment their new classmate arrived on campus.

So Geto comes across this snow-white bun snoozing in one of the chairs in the main dormitory room. He slowly approaches, unsure if the bun will startle or not.

When Geto cautiously reaches his hand out, his fingers brush against soft white fur, and the bun’s ears twitch a bit.

Cute! Geto thinks.

***

By the end of their first year, everyone now getting along very well, lizard-hybrid Shoko comes to find Gojo has SCENT-MARKED Geto, which is a big no-no between hybrids without consent.

Shoko: “You idiot, you can’t do that!”

Gojo: “Huh? Do what?”

Shoko: “...have you smelled Geto recently?”

Gojo: “Duh. And Suguru smells the same.”

Shoko mentally facepalms. Gojo didn’t even realize he had scent-marked Geto? That’s somehow even worse.

It seems that to Gojo, Geto smelling like him feels so right that he didn't even notice.

***

Geto 24/7: “How are you a bunny hybrid but you hate veggies?” 💀

Gojo: “Say that again and I will bite you.”

***

Gojo turns into a bunny when he’s angy. Like when he stubbornly doesn’t want to talk to anyone and childishly runs away.

Poof! He’s a bun and then HE FLEES. (Bun on the loose!)

Geto is usually the one to find him and bring him back. Even if Geto was the one who made Gojo angy by accidentally forgetting to meet Gojo at the new bakery he wanted to try.

(Geto, chasing after the white blur: “Satoru STOP”

Hearing those words, the white bun speeds up impossibly faster.)

Whenever Geto finally convinces Gojo to stop running, he has to have a piece of clothing ready to carry the white bun back. Usually, that’s one of his sweatshirts, which he’ll swaddle bun Gojo in and scoop up into his arms.

Yet another sweatshirt Geto will have to wash because it has white hairs all over it now.

***

Geto gets cute aggression with Bunjo, starts squishing and pinching the cute bun.

(Geto does that with human Gojo’s cheeks too.)

Gojo wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves pets, and Geto’s hand is sometimes the best reward.

Bunjo will hop over to Geto and flip over onto his back - exposing his tummy. Geto doesn’t hesitate to stroke the soft fur, which smells so sweet somehow; he buries his face into Bunjo’s furry body and showers him with kisses.

Whenever Bunjo has been running around for the day, he comes back all dusty. Cue Geto picking Bunjo up and patting the dust off like he’s a rug.

After one final shake, Geto finishes the patting session with a kiss to Bunjo’s head.

***

Bunjo being a brat and dive-bombing Nanami during a training session. In bun form, he’s somehow hopping so high in the air and lands a kick right to Nanami’s ass. 😭

Nanami immediately yells, “GETO-SAN, COME PICK HIM UP. PLEASE. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!”

Geto, who is busy helping Haibara train, shouts back, “Just indulge him for a bit!”

Nanami: “HAH?”

Geto: “Spar with him!”

Bunjo’s back leg thumps the ground twice as he launches himself into the air to push a paw into Nanami’s face.

Nanami: “GETO-SAN, THIS IS RIDICULOUS, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SPAR WITH HI-“ *gets kicked HARD on his face by Bunjo*

When Geto finally comes over, Nanami is on the ground holding Bunjo up by the armpits and as far away from his face as possible.

As soon as Geto takes Bunjo into his arms, the white bun melts against Geto’s body, ears twitching happily.

That’s the first day Nanami begins to lose respect for his senpais.

After that, Nanami has war flashbacks anytime he comes across a wild rabbit that’s the same shade of white as Gojo.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu fluff #satosugu headcanon #jjk headcanon #satosugu fanfic #hybrid au #bunny gojo #human geto #cerdrabbles

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 3 months

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How about Bill doing some cock vore? maybe some pec vore too!

Definitely! Technically prompts but also one continuous story, have fun.

L.egoshi grunts as he’s slammed onto the ground, B.ill’s strong arms wrapped around him. The two carnivores have gotten into another fight, and B.ill is overpowering the wolf. The bathroom it’s happening in is giving them at least some privacy for this. But it’s giving the tiger an idea as well, to really one up his rival. B.ill grins, sitting up and straddling L.egoshi. “You know, I think it’s time I really taught you a lesson…” With a quick tug, B.ill pulls his pants down, letting his impressive cock flops out onto L.egoshi’s chest. The wolf blushes darkly as he sees it, his own pants tenting a bit and poking B.ill in the ass. For a second, he wonders if this is why B.ill has been so aggressive with him. A few strokes gets B.ill hard and the tiger leans in closer, putting a hand on the wall behind L.egoshi. The wolf thinks he’s about to be offered the cock to suck, and he’s not hating the idea…but then B.ill thrusts forward, forcing L.egoshi’s entire muzzle into the tiger’s cock with a muffled yelp. He starts to thrash around now, hitting B.ill’s thighs. The tiger lets out a moan, tipping his head back as he starts to thrust his hips some more. L.egoshi’s head is slurped in fast, and then B.ill is getting down is shoulders and chest. Each thrust has B.ill’s cock swallow up more of L.egoshi, dragging the wolf across the bathroom floor as he disappears from sight. And the more of him that disappears, the more then B.ill’s nuts bulge out, stretching around L.egoshi’s form. The wolf’s kicking legs slid across the tiled floor, his body slurping out of sight. Bull pants and moans, shamelessly rubbing over his thick shaft as it swallows up its meals. He’s already leaking, forming a puddle on the floor. L.egoshi’s legs are soon disappearing, and even his kicking feet slip into B.ill’s shaft and slosh down into his nuts. “Ooooh fuck yeah…” B.ill lays back against his bulging nuts, panting and moaning as he pumps his cock. L.egoshi’s voice is muffled by the tiger’s nuts, his form stretching them out as he tries to struggle. They’re groaning and bubbling deeply, growing warm and working on all that wolf meat. With how horny B.ill is, they’re working fast, trying to turn all of that wolf meat into the tiger’s next load. His fur sloughs off his body, which gets progressively more white and sloppy. L.egoshi screams as he watches himself melt into the boiling pool of cum. His struggles lessen as he sinks down, his limbs and body turning into white slop. His screams turn into groans which turn into wet bubbles, his half melted head sinking below the bubbling pool. B.ill’s nuts grow round and smooth, and soon later, the tiger aims his cock and blows his load with a mighty tiger’s roar. A fresh load pumps out like a geyser, splattering onto the urinals on the room. They’re painted bright white and quickly overfilled, tiger’s cum and wolf bones overflowing them. Plenty of it gets on the floor and walls as well, but Bull doesn’t care at all. Pleasure wracks his body as he wastes the dumb wolf into a light tiger’s orgasm. It takes several minutes for him to finish and he lays back on the floor, panting and basking in the afterglow. Tiger cum drips off the wall, L.egoshi’s bones scattered around the urinals. His skull sits on the bottom of one of them, jaw open wide as the skull faces the ceiling. That’s the state people will find e wolf after Bull leaves the bathroom. The tiger didn’t plan to get caught with that. He is eager to show off his much bigger cock, though. L.egoshi made it even better, so B.ill has to admit…he did something right. Even if it was just dying in his nuts.

B.ill was so sick of R.iz coming around and showing him up. Just because he’s a bear and is stronger than him, he likes to go around and constantly one up him! And he always does it with that calm, smiling expression like he’s not even trying. It makes B.ill boil! And today…he plans to finally be the one to win against the bear. He’s going to prove that tigers are the strongest and he’s going to use R.iz to do that. R.iz is busy carrying some heavy equipment around, stuck doing so since L.egoshi was found as a splatter in the bathroom. It means R.iz is spending a lot of time alone, with his guard down, giving B.ill his opening. He quickly follows after the bear as he disappears backstage. They’re alone and the place is empty. So he comes up from behind R.iz quickly and shoulder checks him. R.iz cries out and topples over, landing on the ground with a thud, unable to catch himself with his full arms. R.iz groans and coughs, rolling onto his back. B.ill grabs the bear by the front of the shirt and lifts him up. The tiger himself has tosses his own shirt aside, leaving his torso fully exposed. Perfect for him to shove R.iz’s muzzle right into his pecs. R.iz’s eyes widen, and before he can react, B.ill shoved down on the back of his head and forces it completely between his pecs. Then it’s a series of shoves and flexes to start pulling the bigger carnivore deeper into him. R.iz lets out a muffled roar, trying to thrash free. His arms are pinned down as his own massive chest sinks into B.ill’s, though, and he’s stuck sitting down. He tries to stand, but it just shoved more of himself into B.ill’s chest, getting a purr and a grin from the predator. R.iz is waist deep by then, and B.ill hauls his legs up. They try to kick around, but Bull pushes down on him by the bottom of his feet. It gets a moan from the tiger as he sends those muscular legs packing up. He pushes the feet in between his pecs soon and pulls his fingers back out. His chest is massive now, bulging around tightly on the bear as he struggles. B.ill closes his eyes, grinning wide as he gropes his own bulging chest. He starts flexing roughly, getting muffled grunts out of his prey. The space is already excruciatingly tight for someone so big, and each flex is just making that work. It’s forcing what would normally be a rather sturdy person to start breaking with ease. Loud snaps and crunches ring out from B.ill’s chest as it grows more compact. R.iz roars again, thrashing and shoving around with all his might. But those roars are sounding more like screams soon and it’s music to B.ill’s ears. “That’s it,” B.ill purrs, squeezing his chest tightly. “Who’s the stronger carnivore now, huh? Tigers!�� He flexes down again, finding it easier to crush more of R.iz. He’s already feeling stronger. “You’re just pec meat now, R.iz! To make the better carnivore even stronger!” Each flex of his chest makes him bigger. His body sweeps with new muscule mass and he grows a bit taller. R.iz is fading, his body being broken down and absorbed into B.ill’s. His mass is becoming the tiger’s mass, and his screams are turning into whimpers as pain fades into increasing numbness. B.ill’s pecs grow smaller and sturdier, steadily putting R.iz away. “Just like L.egoshi. You belong to the stronger carnivore. So…hurry up…and die!” B.ill flexes his chest tightly and roars. Power and strength course through him like electricity, his muscles bulging all over his body. He stinks of a thick musk now, more chest hair on his pecs and his voice somehow growing deeper. Something solid pops out of his chest and hits the floor with a clatter. It’s R.iz’s skull, drenched in tiger sweat. B.ill grins down at it, huffing and puffing. He kicks it away lazily and stops off. His pants tear as he does, giving up on trying to contain his bigger thighs. But that’s fine. He’ll just steal some of R.iz’s clothes. They are his now, after all.

L.ouis stares up at B.ill from the ground, trying to scoot back. He knew that something had happened with the tiger since he got bigger and R.iz happened to go missing. But he had been too cocky about his position in the school’s hierarchy. He didn’t think B.ill would turn on him. Now, alone with him in the dressing room, the tiger naked and hard, he realizes he was wrong. He’s grabbed by the ankle and dragged across the floor. L.ouis yells and tries to struggle free, but B.ill is far stronger than him. “I think you should go keep that dumb dog some company,” B.ill says with a deep growl. He lifts L.ouis’s leg up and shoved it right into his cock. He shivers slightly and moans out, then grabs the deer’s other foot to shove it in as well. He starts letting his cock flex and swallow the deer up, dragging his legs down. L.ouis claws at the floor, trying to struggle and yelling for help. No one hears it but the tiger, who laughs and strokes his shaft. L.ouis is slurped up to his waist quickly, starting to lift off the floor. B.ill’s cock throbs and bobs, sending more and more of the deer down. L.ouis tries to push himself out, but his hands slurp into the drooling cock lips and pins his arms down. B.ill grabs him by the antlers, already getting to L.ouis’s chest. “Don’t need these anymore.” A quick tg and the antlers crack off. L.ouis screams, but the sound is cut off by a wet slurp as his head goes down. B.ill’s nuts slosh and hang down low, reaching his knees. The tiger moans and starts to stroke himself again. “Just where you belong,” B.ill growls. “L.egoshi and R.iz at least were carnivores. But you? I’m not taking orders from *prey.*” He starts stroking himself faster, panting. His nuts flex and churn, L.ouis’s yelling quickly fading out into wet bubbling and churning. He was melting fast, his body reducing into boiling nut slop. Whether it was being an herbivore or B.ill’s body being so powerful, it didn’t matter. L.ouis was gone in no time, and B.ill is blowing his load onto the dressing rooms mirror with a moan. Deer bones come up all at once, the skeleton kept in most one piece. It strikes the mirror with a thump, being plastered against it with the thick tiger cum. B.ill’s orgasm ends after a couple of minutes, and he grins at the skeleton as he takes deep breaths. That’s the most popular guy in school dead. Now, a real man can take his place. A carnivore. A tiger. B.ill.

#v.ore #gay vore #male vore #m/m vore #mlm vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #cock vore #pec vore #fatal vore #digestion #beastarsvore #billvore #legoshivore #rizvore #louisvore #ask

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dearlymrme · 1 year

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Okay-okay-okay. Just listen to me...

Papa Secondo continues to fuck you, even after his next orgasm. He himself has already lost count, of how many times he has finished, he has even stopped counting your orgasms. He's already in pain, he's already empty, but he keeps hammering into you, like a frenzy. He may have a heart attack from such overstimulation, but he does not stop. He can almost not even see you under him, there are only sharp, white sensations in front of his eyes, but he remembers, how beautiful you are. The blood is throbbing loudly into ears, but your sweet moans, dear cry, are also audible, albeit muffled. Secondo has nothing to cum with, but he continues to push into you. It hurts, but it's so good.

Everyone should know, that you are his. That the child in your womb is his. And if it doesn't work out today, you have a lot of time ahead.

You can't do this to me at 4AM. This is illegal.

Papa Secondo is getting absolutely target locked onto you after popping a pill. He thought to himself, 'Surely this thing Primo made isn't that big a deal?' and now he's got your hips in a vice and in a full nelson as he gives sloppy and uneven thrusts with his hips.

Fuck. Yeah. I can work this.

If It Lasts For More Than Two Hours (Secondo x Reader)

Secondo x Reader, Papa Emeritus II x Reader, Creampie, Marathon Sex.

It's another negative. The both of you had eagerly waited in the bathroom for the results, and the third time is the charm, but it still comes out negative. You were frustrated. You told him that you were starting to feel like a failure, as both his wife and his Prime Mover, but he quickly dashed away those insecurities with a hug and sweet kiss.

"Just mean we need to keep trying, mia tesoro."

He goes to Primo because, of course, he does. His father figure brother was his go-to when asking for a damned miracle.

Primo had hummed and smiled at him before fishing through his apocathary cabinet and pulling out a small bottle of hand pressed pills.

"Take one of these before. If this doesn't knock her up, I don't know what will."

And he waits for the mood. A full moon and lavish dinner, and he has you back into your shared room, leading butterfly kisses down your neck. He had subtly taken the pill during dinner, a sour thing that left fur on his tongue, and now... now he was starting to feel hot. There was a bubbly fizz in his loins, and his dick very quickly stood erect, he could feel his heart beating through his cock as the rush of blood had it painfully pressing against the seam of his jeans, yet with every shift it brought sparks of pleasure.

You didn't know about the medicine. Too lost in his soft touches as he guides you out of your clothes.

Then he gets on his knees, pulls at your labia with his thumbs, and gets to work. The man pops his jaw with how wide he opens his mouth to encompass your quim. Kissing your pussy until you were a wet and begging mess. Then he shoves in his tongue. He flexes it. Corkscrews it. Closes his mouth around your entrance and sucks, causes sounds so utterly obscene. His thumbs pry your lips apart so he can all the more devour you.

He wrangles your thighs around his head. Lips work sloppily over your pussy as he lashes his tongue relentlessly. He sets a speed record for how quickly he gets you to come. Then he licks it all up. Every. Last. Drop. Eating you out like tonguing the cream out of a snack cake. You squirmed, holding onto his ears as you moaned loud enough to reach across and wake the whole damn Abbey, shuddering like you had caught a cold and stood in Arctic winds.

Then he fucks you like your unbreakable. An obnoxiously hard and fast dicking, turns into a wrecked and painful hyperfixation that wraps his brain, switches off common sense and turns him into a baser animal with only the need to breed.

Several long strokes that reach deep inside of you as he makes you shake and shake, body wracking with sobs as you're overwhelmed and filled.

He groans, pressing his lips to the back of your neck and inhaling the finest scent of your soap and shampoo, your sweat, just simply you. Your back and his chest stick together in sweat, and your legs hoisted in the air under his arms as he wraps his fingers together just on the back of your head. It takes him everything not to dig his nails in. There's accidental nick here and there, and shallow scratches that'll take a week to heal.

Your trapped with no way to move other than to bow your head forward and accept his brutal assault on your pussy.

He's losing control of himself. Mindless of everything that isn't driving his cock as deep into your pussy as possible and as often as possible. His heels dug into the mattress as he slices his hips up and his balls clench. Fuck, he can pratically feel his blood in his dick, fat and swollen. It's nearly painful and only the rapid cuts of his dick pounding into your cunt is enough to satisfy it.

You're so obscenely wet that the room echoes with the sounds of squelching and smells of musk, sweat, and sloppy sex.

Secondo licks his mouth and needs to wipe the trail of drool going down his chin because he can't stop salivating. He's thirsty for more than just water. You next orgasm, your cunt strangling him, the prospect of seeing you pregnant. No matter how many times it takes. He'll do it. He can't wait to see you round and swollen with his kid, that was there is no room for arguement. You're his. If that ring around your finger wasn't proof enough. Those bitemarks on your neck. No one will be able to look at you without seeing his shadow looming over you. You're his. HIS.

He's fucking you hard enough to make your guts gurgle. Long since have you started to cry, loud sobs and tears track down your ruddy red cheeks. You can't shift, you can't move, any kind of fight would have him slipping out of you and you can't... You're so close. Bordering on a fourth and rapidly approaching the next little death.

He had shuddered as his second orgasm gums the inside of your cunt, splashing your walls and womb with his watery white seed.

His lashes fluttered from that first hit if relief. But the endorphins flared, turning his blood to the boiling point, and he didn't... He could keep going. He needed to keep going.

He can't help the growl, almost demonic, as your nails dig into his hot skin, and he works your thoughts on the lashes of another orgasm.

He's running a fever, has to be with how cold and clammy he suddenly feels, and the roller coaster sensation of his legs falling from underneath him. But he can't stop. Won't stop. He needs to make sure it takes even if it kills him. Needs you swollen with his children. Needs to coax another moan from you. Need to make you tremble again. He needs to pull one more orgasm.

He's gulping air like it's water in a desert. His sticky skin clings to yours as he rolls his hips hastily, pounding into you with delirium. Chasing after the high as though it's his last orgasm as a free man.

His dick twitches inside of you. He can't see it all sticky and swollen with the amount of orasgms he's given you. And the froth, the white bubbly cum he's stirred into you that filled over and coats your lips and the shaft of his cock like a white wedding band. In a half-minded haze he considers in investing in a mirror to see your wrecked and cock dumb visage.

Heat roars into an inferno in his stomach doused with kerosene. A hard knot behind his navel that corkscrews his intestines into a revolting kind of pleasure. It's horrid. A melting gooey warmth in his already hot and feverish insides that's hardly even felt.

He pounds into you with hiccuped shambles. What started strong has deteriorated into half thrusts but nevertheless desperate and manic. His dirty talk has dilapidated into hoarse groans and growls like a monster. His promises of fucking a baby into you has him now whispering for a mercy he denies himself. He doesn't have to keep going. He has to keep going. His balls long since draining dry and with every follow-up dry contraction of his dick nearly painful as he twists a knife into his loins, and still he keeps going.

"Nng. Hha-haa." He groans as though someone had just murdered him. Your walls tighten around him again, miniscule, the smallest flutter of your muscles that tells him he's managed to get you to come a fourth time.

Finally, finally he's given all he has. His cock sore and nerves frayed that with that with his last dry oragsm there is no point. He's spent all he has into you and has no more left to give you. He groans, stilling, and catching his breath.

He doesn't whimper when he pulls himself out, unplugging the dense load of creamy hot cum. He feels far away. His skin is oversensative, and as he finally releases you from his grip, his finger pops at how hard he had been holding you in place. He slides the pad of his fingers over your flesh, stunned and amazed and just how soft your skin feels.

He sets you aside and turns over to give you a scan and watch his copious and nearly ridiculous amount of seed as it oozes down your lips. Dribbling down your inner thigh. A gob of it fallen and stains the already wet sheets underneath you.

Secondo watches with heavy eyes. His breathing hard enough to split metal. His whole body hurts but his cock thankfully going soft.

He curls his arms around you in a hug and holds on as he tries to catch his breath and pants into the crown on your head. He traces his thumbs against your cheeks, catching your tears and sighing contently.

One of you should clean up and drink some water, but he can't move. He can barely ask you in your okay before falling asleep, and a loud snore vibrates from his throat.

You're not far behind him.

You can clean up and complain tomorrow, on top of taking another test.

#secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost band #reader insert #dee answers #dee writes

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clovenhoofedjester · 16 days

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jellicle lineups; part 4/4

I FINALLY FINISHED THESE

grizabella | 🌃 🥀 🍂

i really wanted to mix revival and older replica for this one. the thigh-high boots, sparkly, tasseled dress, and generally the wig are all revival inspired, but the curly fur stays and the makeup is old because i really do like the very dramatic, gothic grizabella looks. her coat is also heavily 2019 inspired with the length and stripey purple fabric

i also was not sure how i wanted to do her hair other than it covering one eye (SHOUTOUT TO THE FANART I SAW WHICH HAD THAT. I CANNOT REMEMBER THE URL) esp the color so i did a gradient of light grey to dark brown, which i REALLY liked ! it also helped me decide that shed be chocolate smoke instead of a tabby

idk. ijust like her

i very much want to emphasize the "proud" and "indomitable" of her character in my portrayal of her; think betty buckley. i think shed be 61 in human years.

jennyanydots | ⏰ 🧶 👠

HER DESIGN... is very similar to her replica one because.... i really like it. very heavy emphasis in how her makeup is sometimes done with the HUGE lower lashes and squiggles. she also gets a cute little pink nose and blue eyeshadow

very 2019 inspired also. the hat, tasseled jumpsuit and bejeweled tap shoes stay ...... but i did want to give her the vest and collar from 2019. i just like that. shes also fat because yes

she remains sweet and nice yes. but i think warsaw was onto something when they made her Like That. shed be 56 in human years

jellylorum | 🎨 💐 👒

i ORIGINALLY drew her design a month and a half ago with the headcanon that shes gus' caretaker but bro. that jellylorum & asparagus jr. & gus family angst potential was too great. so i redid her as looking closer to gus. :3

idk why but i decided to go with a 1940s inspired formal look for her.... i quite like the hat and think it helps her to stand out, so i'm comfortable in that decision. her fur design is also mostly replica inspired. enjoy her neapolitan ice cream makeup too

she also gets a pink nose and her collar from the 2019 version. idk why the collars went so hard in that movie

i LOVE one of her 3 words being practical... yes, she is THE practical cat. i think shed be 59 in human years

bustopher jones | 🌹 🤍 🍛

VERY replica inspired.... with notes of other productions. opera populaire had full glasses bustopher which i liked. an older makeup look also had stripes which i also thought looked nice (and makes him look more related to mistoffelees) ! there are also multiple bustopher designs that have the moustache and beard 2 for 1 dealio..... and decided to incorporate that as well

he also gets the fishbone hanky crevat thing and a fishbone brooch. i almost made his rose white but i liked the contrast of the red. enough that i decided to give him lipstick too . and youd best believe that he has a giant fucking pipe that he smokes out of

i love the idea of him being the older generations' tugger in his time. i believe it. i think hed be like 55 in human years

skimbleshanks | 🚂 🎆 ⏳

I COULDNT RESIST BASING HIM OF THE MOVVIEEEEEE im not sorry that was peak skimble. the whistle and chains, the MATCHING conductor hat and pants, the moustache, the tap shoes..... truly, it was too good. my only regret was that i couldnt show the suspenders in this design because i wanted to keep the vest

i did keep the makeup/fur pattern very similar to his replica design though. idk. its just good. emphasis on the brown in his tail, the brown of his clothes, and the bell

anyone else get handsome gay silver fox vibes from him? anyway [being rushed out the door] i think hed be 56 in human years

asparagus jr. | 🧷 🎲 ⛲

lets go babey asparagus jr. inclusion ! i Really struggled with the clothes because i wanted to include the weird yarn poncho but didnt want to make him look hippyish (hippies are cool it just wasnt the vibe i was going for).... so it is reincarnated as this strange tassel-y scarf shawl thing. idk

he also gets a collar similar to jellylorum's because i like the idea of them living in the same house :^3. his makeup is also pretty different from how it appeared in the 98 version because i wasnt really feeling it. i like stripes. so stripes he shall get

hes also wearing a corset thing. idk what my propensity for designing men with a slightly feminine touch says about me (IM A FEMININE QUEER MAN)

not much notes on his personality other than i think he really looks up to his father (enough that he took on his more dignified name). hed be 57 in human years

gus | 📖 🌌 🔭

MUH OLD MAN... i love him. very much based on a bunch of different replica designs for him. he gets a beard and sideburns because i think i really do love the costumes w facial hair, and i think it just fits. he also gets glasses

he gets the coat and handkerchief (now a scarf) that typically hides the growltiger costume... which has a crisp formal outfit underneath. maybe he takes the coat off during his number to signify having moments of clarity and humor during his song

i do think in my interpretation hes well enough to joke around during his number and play the rumpus cat but like. damn you can tell this cat is old. hed be like 93 in human years

old deuteronomy | 🌕 🍮 ⭐

i have fully abandoned replica deut. say hello to haute couture resplendent transgender old deuteronomy. fit with a gigantic white coat, velvet dress, and gigantic fluffy hat. and yes, she did have 99 wives

she also gets the pendant that she was drawn with in the concept art for the 2d animated movie.... what was up w/ that....

ANYWAY YEAH UH. shes very different from the replica deut and other nonrep deuts mostly thanks to judi dench, with her saying that her version of deut was a transgender woman, and her complaining about not looking regal enough in the movie. here you go girly. the nose freckles/dots from some replica makeup get to stay though

she gets a lot of design notes from her children. the grey from munkustrap, macavitys white eyelashes, eye and mouth makeup, and tuggers cheek heart. shes also a light grey to kind of reflect her appearance in 2019

not much to add here other than i love her. i think she would be 88 in human years

AND THERE YOU GO. AHHHHHHH ITS DONE

#grizabella #jennyanydots #jellylorum #bustopher jones #skimbleshanks #asparagus jr.#gus the theater cat #old deuteronomy #cats the musical #chibi #character design #sfw furry #my art

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gothy-froggy · 7 months

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Buggy as a cat headcanons

Hey! This is a huge inspiration from a tumblr post by d1ner! I made a small drawing before this post! (Got lazy to add the makeup and finish the ears lmao)

Warnings: very adorable, slight angst, Buggy being a little menace

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Appearance

Buggy is a fluffy cat. So fluffy he’s called the fluffer. He’s so soft too. He still has his nose because let’s be real, is it really Buggy the clown without his iconic nose? Right, didn’t this so.

His fur color is the shade of his hair as a human. And as for his patterns, Buggy has the clown makeup on his face. But the bones are on his back. He has the flash eyelashes as fur patterns as well. Just a cute little blue clown cat with an adorable big red clown nose! I like to believe Buggy has cute little white socks on his paws.

As for eyes, I’m debating whether or not his eyes should be blue or a darker color. Buggy would be very cute with some dark brown eyes just staring at you, begging for food or some pets. But I can also see some shade of blue that’s different from the fur and turns blue & green at times.

Behavior

He’s just a very touch starved and talkative version of my cat. Literally just my cat Eli. Very mischievous and loves to play around. By playing around, I mean he hides under table and beds just to sprint out, pounce on your legs and bites as hard as he can before quickly going back to his hiding place.

Yes, that is what my cat does.

Buggy is a complicated, unpredictable and sneaky cat. Despite his bright colors, you somehow miss him all the time. He slips into doors he’s not supposed to be in, letting you hold him before biting your hand as hard as he can, so many things.

He’s such a troublemaker but he’s just too cute to fully get mad at him. He gets breaks something that means a lot to you, but he’s so cute that you just pick him up and tell him it’s ok and that’s he’s your cute little clown baby.

He pretends that he doesn’t like head pats and ruffles, but Buggy will put his paws on his human’s hand and forces it back down. And if his human walks away from their cuddling section, he’s very pouty and upset. He will throw up a hairball because you left him. He will. Don’t test him.

Very easily jealous. There’s a cat coming up to his human? He’s hissing and starting fights. A dog small or big? Big or small? Don’t care. He’s jumping up and smacking them right in the face. Then he rubs up on his owner and licks his human. Buggy definitely uses his ability to get a few hits on the animal he’s jealous of.

Likes

Buggy is one of those cats that enjoy the (fake) skin routine care with his human. He loves baths as well. Just not sea water. Don’t hurt the poor clown kitty! Buggy jumps in the bathtub and swims around while his human is bathing.

You know that one cat that holds a really long meow for food? That’s Buggy. He’s holding that meow like he’s singing for an opera. He wants his food! He’s making trip with how close he is near your feet.

Please give him his treats. He’s giving you such cute eyes…please give the clown kitty treats. Give him extra! So what if he terrorizes you all the time? He’s so cute!

Dislikes

Don’t ignore him. Don’t you dare ignore him. Keep your eyes on him. Buggy wants all of your attention. You’re taking care of him, just give him a bit more attention, please?

Oh you’re giving your attention to someone else? HOW DARE YOU? Fine! Why not just keep the thing that has your attention as a pet instead? He’s dragging himself around the house, stomping his paws around. He’s upset. Buggy deserves ALL of your attention, dammit!

What’s this? YOU’RE LEAVING HIM ALONE IN A ROOM? ALL BY HIMSELF? Oh he’s just like my cat. Buggy is yelling SO much. He ain’t stopping either. He needs to be with you 24/7. Buggy is meowing nonstop for hours.

He doesn’t like it when you stop being all cuddly and sweet with him after he acts like he hates it. He’s sad and he head butts his human for more. He will lay on top of you and force you to pet him. He’ll purposefully scratches things while staring into your soul because you won’t pet him.

Zoomies

He’s a goddamn gremlin. Buggy is stomping around, running so fast while his tail is between his legs. He’s making noises like a race car while jumping, flipping in the air, circling on carpet and sliding on hardwood.

The slightest movement from you will make him run and jump straight at you. He’s insane during zoomies. Best to leave a bunch of toys out and keep a water gun with sea salt to shoot him with as you try to stay in a Buggy-free room. Trust me, it’s for your own safety and sanity.

(We have water guns for my cat as well. He does exactly this but the race car nosies)

How he met his human

Buggy was abandoned. He was filthy and left on the streets to live or die. It was a rainy evening as the sun was about to start setting. Buggy was at the edge of the sidewalk as the rain was hitting his head. He wasn’t annoyed by it, but he looked so sad and looked like he was about to cry.

Then a human looked at him, trying to get closer and started talking to him. Out of fear, he ran and hid under between garbage cans. When the human followed him, he hissed. He was scared, only just a little baby kitty.

When the human left, he went back to just watching the rain, trying to stay warm. But then the human came back. Buggy arched his cat and started to hiss…until he was the food in the human’s hand.

After some hesitation, he started to eat the food. He was pretty hungry. Buggy struggled to eat the food a little bit since he was so small. Eventually he trusted the human enough to let them pick him up.

“Aren’t you a strange kitty?” Buggy just stared at the human, letting out a cute little meow, melting the human’s heart instantly. He was cold, shivering and still hungry.

Once at the human’s house, they fed him and took him into a bathroom to clean him off. He was pretty dirty. Being wrapped up in a towel, he kept meowing, staring at the human. Them baby talking him and pressing a little kiss on his nose, he started to warm up a little bit more.

He explored his new house, loving the fireplace and the heat that came from the fire. Buggy meowed loudly and ran up his human’s leg when they showed him his clean red striped bandanna, putting it back on.

(He also loves dress up)

Buggy grew very close, but now is very clingy and hates being left alone with the fear of abandonment still affects him. He doesn’t want to left alone again. Even though he’s been with the human for a long time, the abandonment is still there.

But one night by the fireplace with a cozy blanket in his human’s lap, his human rubs his face. And Buggy realizes that he really has found his human and no longer has to worry about being left behind, closing his eyes and falling to sleep.

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A cute little headcanon for my dear friend @raven-the-cryptid <3

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Do this, and you will earn your place back at my side.

Gale shivered as the harsh wind seemed to blow right through him, the cold seeping down into his bones despite the thick fur-lined robes and the magical heat he had cast upon them. The vast expanse of white stretched endlessly before him, broken only by the occasional stark silhouette of a barren tree or a frozen stream, stark reminders of the desolate landscape.

The snow, nearly up to his thighs now, made each step laborious. Despite being encased in sturdy boots, his feet felt the heavy, wet sensation of snow seeping in, and even his trousers were beginning to soak through. No matter the material or magic, one could only take this kind of cold for so long, and Gale had been travelling through it for what felt like years but was more like twelve hours this day. His skin stung from the biting cold, and he could feel the dryness in his throat with each breath of the crisp, sterile air.

Gale’s heart pounded from exertion and anxiety, his muscles growing weary from the endless trudge. It was an impossible task; he knew it, and yet, he came anyway. What other choice did he have? His brow furrowed at the question. The answer was clear: he didn't have another option.

The pain in his chest was almost unbearable, but it reminded him of why he had to do this. Of why he was out in the middle of a barren tundra. His knees ached, and as Gale tipped his head up, he could start to make out the pinpricks of stars in the darkening sky. He didn't have much time to find shelter. He slept in a cave the other night, and it had been…fine enough. He had been forbidden to use any spells to make shelter, braving the harsh elements was part of his penance, and Gale was doing his best to endure it.

Unfortunately, he wasn't built to last in such conditions.

His movements began to grow sluggish, and soon enough, as the sun finished setting and the moon began to shine, Gale found he couldn't move his legs any longer. He huffed, closing his eyes and trying to will himself to keep moving, but it was futile. His eyes darted into the dark, trying to find anything, a cave, an alcove, anything to shelter him, even a bit that he could misty step to, but there was nothing. Nothing but a stretch of snow and darkness.

Shivering, Gale brought his mittened hands up to his mouth. His fingers felt like ice, even with the wool surrounding them. He whispered softly, a small spell to try and keep himself from losing them.

"…Mystra," Gale whispered a soft plead to his Goddess. He would do any task she asked of him; he would do anything to earn her forgiveness, but he didn't want to die in the process.

His vision went black, the exhaustion hitting him hard, and he fell into the snow. His last thoughts of his Goddess, his mistake, and how he didn't want to die for them.

#wip #fanfiction #fanfic #bloodweave #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #bg3 #excerpt #blurb

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gingernut1314 · 2 months

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The Luck Child - Chapter 3: Discussions of Pain and Chaos

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: Buggy throws a temper tantrum and you are less than happy to sit around and wait for him than his senior officers. Especially when your position on his crew has yet to be decided.

Warnings: spoilers for the anime (Marineford Arc and onward), canon divergence, canon typical violence

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: This is done in collaboration with the wonderful @fanaticsnail and her Sapsorrow series--go read it if you haven't already!!! And thank you @i-am-vita for creating the beautiful banner and storyteller collab masterlist!!

Buggy had been a snapping firecracker of chop-chopped limbs, screeching and screaming, angered tears, and cruses upon Red-Haired Shanks’ name. A firecracker that burned bright and fast, flying off to bar himself within his large, red and white striped tent, now very crinkled map in hand.

There had been throwing and the sound of crashing and then--silence. Utter silence that had lasted for longer than you could have ever believed the clown could stay as such.

So long, you were beginning to convince yourself he had died. There was no other logical option, really. Because the Buggy you knew could not physically keep his mouth shut even if it was to save his life.

But firecrackers were, if anything else, short-lived things.

His senior officers seemed utterly unphased by Buggy’s temper tantrum.

Cabaji had walked off to shout commands and insults at his subordinates fixing their Captian’s ship, the Big Top, while the rest sat just before Buggy’s tent in chairs made of wax.

You paced. Had been pacing since Buggy had locked himself in his tent and continued to pace as Galdino came back over to the assembled group with a silver tray in hand. Intricately designed porcelain tea cups full of steaming dark-amber liquid sat on top of it, a matching teapot in the middle.

You watched, turning back around to pace before the tent flaps, as Galdino handed Alvida one of the cups. Watched her, from her spot on a wax-made couch she lounged out upon, take the tea from him, an all-too-pleasant thank you leaving her red painted lips. Lips that pulled up in the smallest of smiles for the man. Galdino nodded his head, a near-matching smile on his face.

You turned on your heels once more, after making it to the other end of the tent, and headed back for the other side as Galdino handed Mohji a cup as well. The fur-covered first mate nodded his thanks and took a sip of tea, a pleased hum on his lips. His larger-than-normal lion, whose name you remembered was Richie, napped at his feet like some overgrown cat.

Galdino turned towards you and your pacing body, his lips thinning.

“Would you like a cup? It’s earl grey--made the bled myself just yesterday.” He spoke, pride welling in his voice at such a fact.

You paused in your pacing. Paused and stood perfectly still as he came up to you, taking your settledness as welcome.

You lifted a hand to take the delicate cup from his, Galdino grinning at you.

“See? Isn’t the simple pleasure of a nice cup of tea much better than such--” You grinned a wolfishly wicked thing in his face as you sharply threw the cup away, it shattering into little pieces against the hard surface of a nearby rock, which grew damp from the spilled, homemade tea. “...brutish nonsense.” The former Mr. 3 finished, a deep frown cutting down his face. “That was a part of a set.” He snapped.

“Boo. Hoo.” You answered, starting up your pace once more.

“It’s not worth trying to tame such a savage beast.” Alvida’s silky smooth voice spoke as she raised the porcelain to her lips, sharp eyes tracking Galdino as he started for his own wax-made chair next to her couch. “It’s best to either give them a wide berth or hunt them down for sport.”

“You might be right. And she does have such a nice bounty on her head.” Galdino mused, sitting down all prim and properly in his chair. Alvida took a sip of her tea, turning her head so she could continue to glance his way.

“Then why vogue for her in such a way? We would do best to get rid of her. Stray animals should stay as such.” She said with a smirk and another sip of tea.

“Because, dear, what a nice asset she would be to us if she were domesticated.” Galdino took a sip from his own cup, turning his gaze onto Alvida with a growing smirk of his own. “Maybe we would do best to invest in a shock collar. That would keep her from causing too much mayhem.” Alvida gave a luscious chuckle.

“If we are to keep her, dear, then we best invest now.” You ignored their taunting, finding it not worth your time. Especially when your time was already being wasted waiting around for that pathetic excuse of a man still hiding away in his tent.

“How much longer does he expect us to wait around for him to sulk?” You snapped, turning sharply on your heels once more to march back over the white sand you had been leaving a consistent trail of boot marks in.

“We find it best to…leave the captain be when he gets like this,” Mohji spoke, taking a sip of tea. “He’ll come around…soon enough.”

“Soon enough is not good enough. He should be out here discussing a play of action.” Mohji winched at your words.

“I would not push him.” You snarled at the fur-covered man who all but sunk into his chair as if to get away from your wrath. His lion stirred, seemingly sensing his master's unease.

“Galdino, dear, make a note to also purchase a muzzle.” Alvida’s voice hummed.

“Yes. Our budget definitely would allow for that as well.” You turned your snarl onto them.

You would only take so many slights against your name.

“You best remember Galdino that I will take no such disrespect from you or anyone.” You hissed, making the man pale. Alvida only laughed, its ambrosian ring floating over the soft breeze, not understanding the true meaning behind your words.

Galdino was best to remember that you still held power over him. Best to remember you held his daughter’s life in your hands and that one simple call would send her into the pits of hell.

“And what will you do, wild woman? You are trying to join our crew and you have been doing very little to earn your place.” What you would do to that woman had her words not rang true. What utter carnage you would have wrought against her and this crew she belonged to if you didn’t have this mission to complete.

You snarled at her for a moment longer, a moment long enough for her to take yet another sip of her tea and swallow before you barged into the tent you had been pacing before.

You would drag that fool from his den before you sat there any longer and allowed that woman to insult you.

Darkness enveloped you. A darkness only broken up by the round hole in the apex of the tent, which allowed the smoke from the fire at the center to escape through. The fire flickered and swayed at the sudden rush of wind you had created in your rush.

Its swaying light illuminated more of the space. Illuminated a broken desk, shattered mugs, and torn papers. Brightly colored clothes lay sprawled over the floor, causing the fire’s light to reflect off the sparkles and gems on them to shine like a sea of diamonds. Glass beer bottles rattled together as you slowly made your way through the large space towards a pile of pillows that looked like some strange birds nest.

And in that nest, laying on his front, body parts chop-chopped apart, and flowing blue hair splayed around his head, was Buggy the Clown.

He was quiet.

Too quiet.

You’re earlier thought crossed your mind in a flash.

He looked dead.

Maybe he was--died of his red-hot dramatics.

What an easy mission that would make, but you knew your luck wasn’t that great. Knew Buggy’s “prophesied” luck was stronger than your own and he was still alive under that sea of blue hair and fluffy blankets.

“...Buggy?” You questioned, coming to a stop just before his bed space began.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t move.

It pissed you off.

Submission. You had to be--supportive of your new captain's antics.

Gods--it almost made you want to gag.

You made your way into his bed space, stepping over pillows and blankets to come to a stop next to him.

“Buggy?” You tried again, but once more he remained silent as the grave. It was almost eerily how silent he was being.

With a huff and a manhandling of your will and pride, you sat down next to him and---

Pffffffrrrrrfffttttt.

The tent grew still once more.

A--a fart…that had been a release of gas-made air.

Had he--no--that ghastly sound had come from under you, but you knew good and well that you had done no such thing.

Buggy moved then.

A small shake of his shoulder that grew so powerful that it began to rock his whole body up and down.

Buggy was laughing at you. A laugh so intense it was utterly quiet.

You reached under you and grabbed up the deflated pink, rubber cushion beneath you.

A whoopee cushion.

Of course Buggy had planted a whoopee cushion for you to fall for.

Buggy gave a deep inhale of breath before belting out the loudest, funkiest laugh you’ve ever heard him produce. One that had your anger stifling, if just for a moment, to listen to the utter joy your personal embarrassment had brought him.

“Good one.” You grit, throwing the whoopee cushion at him. Buggy hardly seemed to feel it or care as he turned his head to look up at you, his blue hair cascading over his face and blocking some of his smudged and running make-up. He looked--almost too beautiful in that moment.

It made you want to chop-chop his head off and punt it into the sea.

“Holy shit! I’m--I’m--BWAHAHAH!!” Another fit of laughter overtook his words, tears brimming at the corners of his cyan eyes. “I’m--I’m sorry but holy shit! You’ve gotta admit I gotcha good!” You clenched your fists tightly in your lap to keep from beating the absolute shit out of the clown laying next to you.

“...you got me.” You said, teeth hardly even letting you get the words out. It only threw Buggy into yet another laughing fit, one accompanied by the slamming of his fist on the ground and feet kicking.

“I did! I really did!” You let him continue his hysterics, knowing you would prefer to deal with a teasing, happy Buggy, than a Buggy who wouldn’t speak.

But that silence that had lived in the tent before his prank filtered back in, stealing his laughter and smile and filling those bright eyes with those haunting shadows he had almost convinced you had ceased to exist. You watched him as he let his head fall into his awaiting hands, the heels of his plam digging into his eyes in a rough manner that would further smudge his clown-like make-up.

It made your skin crawl. Mabe your anger roll in your chest, your fist begging to hit something.

You forced your fingers to uncoil from their pale knuckled hold on themselves. Forced yourself to think your re-sparked anger was because he had laughed in your face…not because his quiet was making you feel--strange. Not because whoever had put that hauntingly hurt look in his eyes was pissing you off just for daring to make his brightest fall away. A hurt you were carefully piecing together must have something to do with Red-Hair.

People didn’t just have that kind of reaction to a Jolly Rodger they hadn’t memorized--hadn’t let burn into the forefront of their mind and rage shimmer in their veins at its mere sight.

No. Nope. Your anger had nothing to do with any of that.

“I didn’t know the map had anything to do with that Emperor.” You spoke low and slow as if you were approaching some sort of wild beast. Buggy scoffed at you, rolling his head in his head to look back up at you.

“Of course, you didn’t know. You didn’t even think to smell the damn map.” Buggy said like it was utterly ridiculous that you hadn’t thought of that.

“Who smells a fucking map?”

“Any pirate who has a true heart for the hunt. Obviously.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled one of your legs out from its crossed position so that you could rest your forearm on your knee, leaning down closer to the clown.

“Obviously the map wasn’t for me. I care more for the wildness of the adventure than any treasure at its end.” That spark of brightness began to filter back into his eyes as a teasing smirk tugged at his lips.

“That makes us perfect together then, huh? I like the shininess of gold and silver and you like the shininess of blood and marrow.” You couldn’t help that wolfish grin of yours from pulling to your lips at his words.

“That I do. Which is why I make such a wondrous addition to your crew.” Those cyan eyes scanned over your face, lingering on your lips for far longer than you liked. Your fists were clenched into fists at the rising beat of your heart, ready to strike him in his far too loud mouth.

“I still can’t wrap my head ‘round that, Minnow. You don’t like me. You don’t like my crew. You were once a part of a crew whose membership I hear is very difficult to earn. I know your nature well enough to know you wouldn’t just give that up without a true reason.” You watched Buggy who watched you with those eyes of his. Eyes you would never admit had found their way into the shadows of your dreams. Eyes that had your fluttering heart turned blazing in red-hot anger.

“I’ve already told you. I saw you fight at Marineford and--”

“Cut the crap!” He shouted, rushing to sit up on his knees. To tower over you, grabbing hold of your shirt so that he could yank you closer to his bared teeth.

Close. How close he had grown. And that anger. Oh, that utterly wild anger had your toes curling in your boots.

Your muscles and temper wanted to grab him and break his hand for ever thinking of touching you, but your brain sharply reminded you once more to submit.

“You ain’t tryin’ to join me 'cause you saw some fuckin’ broadcast. You ain’t tryin’ to join me 'cause you think I’m powerful. There’s somethin’ you want. What is it?” Buggy hissed in your face.

Submit, submit, submit.

You grinned up at him, pulling yourself onto your own knees so you could press your breasts into his chest and run a hand over the warm skin of his exposed arm, which was flexed from the hold he had over you. Buggy watched you in pure shock as his face grew redder and redder with each passing moment.

“What I want,” You purred, letting your eyes greedily drink in the thin curve of his lips beneath the smudged paint. “Is to serve you. I want to be your weapon. I want you to wield me however you choose against whomever you choose. I want to see you achieve greatness.” Those eyes of his, so wide and full of disbelief, fluttered to your own lips.

“But--but you hate me.” His voice grew soft, near whispering along with the loosening of his fingers around your shirt.

“The past is in the past.” You saw that hurt flash in his eyes. That haunting darkness. “Shall I kill off that Red-Haired Emperor for you to prove my loyalty?” Buggy blinked, snapping himself out of whatever haunting pasts had started to invade his mind.

Good.

“W-what? No. You wouldn’t last a second against that guy.” You shrugged on an agreeing nod.

“Yes…but his crew isn’t as unbeatable. I could select one of his senior officers, hum…let’s say their Doctor, to wipe off the chess board. It would be an assassination of stealth--of shadows. It would leave them scrambling to figure out how it had happened. Who had done it. Leave them distracted--hurting.” Buggy’s breath hitched as you continued to speak, bringing your voice low and filling it with honey-thick and sultry tones.

“I would then go for his chef, then his sharpshooter, and on and on until I get to that pesky first mate of his. Now he would be tougher to kill. I would have to catch him off guard, and on guard he would be after such a massacre of his men. Get him at his weakest state--in his blind spot and strike. Your crew could handle the rest of his underlings and then poor Red-Haired Shanks would be left to wallow in his mourning. He would be weak and utterly alone.” You brought your lips ever closer to his, which parted on a stuttering inhale of air.

“And then, if you commanded it, I would go for Red-Hair himself. A little poison in the drink he would no doubt be drowning himself in would weaken him enough to make it ever so easy to,” You ghosted your fingers over his neck, feeling Buggy’s rapidly beating pulse and the bob of his Adams Apple on a sharp swallow, “take his head.”

Buggy watched you for a long moment, tongue wetting his lips and pupils growing with each passing moment he stayed within such close proximity of you. And for a few of those moments, you thought he might try to close that distance. And you might have let him that close again, especially after getting yourself all worked up on such discussions of pain and chaos.

“Fuck--” Buggy cursed on a huff of air, those eyes of his narrowing as he tried to refocus himself. “I forgot how fuckin’ crazy you are.” You hummed in agreement, fingers continuing to touch his skin. Skin that was all too warm and inviting.

“And all my instantly is yours now, captain.” Buggy gave that funky laugh of his, a smile pulling at the edge of his lips.

“You’re truly persistent, ain’t ya?” You nodded, thumb brushing over the stumble of his jaw. Buggy shook his head in amusement, finally letting go of your shirt as he flopped back amongst the various pillows that made up his bed space to rub at his face.

“Fine.” He said, voice muffled by his gloved hands. You huffed a smirk, crawling your way over so that you could peer down at him and his sea of blue hair sprawled out around him.

“Fine…what?” You lulled, peeling one of his hands away from his face so he could look at you. That blush you had pulled from him moments ago dusted over his skin upon finding you kneeling over top of him.

“Alvida is gonna kill me.” He groaned, brows furrowing.

“And is she your captain?” Buggy gave a huffing chuckle at your question.

“Technically she’s my co-captain. We have this alliance goin’.” You narrowed your eyes down at him, making that blush only deepen. “B-But ya know that’s--she kinda just does her own thing--follows me around. I’m the captain.” You nodded, leaning ever the more closer as your grin yanked at your lips once more.

“Good. I will not serve under her. I will only serve under you.” Buggy swallowed, those alluring eyes of his scanning over your face rapidly.

“Heh--yeah. Und-under me.” He cleared his drying throat, that blush continuing to bloom. “Yep. On my crew--serving me.” You boredly blinked at his ramblings.

“What shall your first command be, captain?” You asked, making the clown clear his throat once more.

“Right. Command. Well--if we’re gonna find this treasure, we’re gonna need to find Shanks.” Buggy said, bitting the name of the red-haired emperor out, that anger you so enjoyed seeing flashing through his eyes.

“And like I said before, I am exceptional at gathering hard-to-get information. I will find him for you.” You said, pulling yourself up and away from the man who you now officially called captain.

A gloved hand shot out to grab your wrist before you could stand, pulling your blistering hot attention back onto him.

Submit. Your brain screamed, but your body wanted to punch him right in that rounded nose of his for continuing to touch you.

“No grand assassination attempts--though very flashy indeed.” You nodded, your head, going once more to stand but his hand held firm. “How are you going to find him?”

“There is a large town on one of the islands bordering this one I will go to ask around. Maybe find a Marine--”

“Minnow, you ain’t gonna find any Marines here.” You blinked down at him, calming your raging anger. “This island is home to one of the biggest pirate havens around. Hidden away from the watchful eye of the World Government. It’s why I came here. Needed to get off the Marine’s radar for a little while.” You almost scoffed at him.

If only he knew he’d let one right into his confidence.

“Oh?” You said in your stifled angered state. It was all you could say without lashing out at him.

You hadn’t heard of any pirate haven on this island. The people of the town you had talked to said nothing of it, even after your bribes of knowing more about this island. All they had said it was full of was sand and forest and the Buggy Pirates who had washed ashore the night prior.

Luck child. Your brain purred back at you. A purr you shoved down to keep your anger from spiking any further.

“Oh?” Buggy said, a smirk growing on his painted lips as he pulled himself to sit up once more. “You don’t know? And here I thought you were exceptional at gathering hard-to-find information.”

Oh, how you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. To beat him into a pulp before he ever thought to question your skills again.

Submit, submit, submit. It made your weakly caged anger rile in its chains.

“I am. But I was not in need of finding any pirate heaven here. I was in need of finding you.” That blush was back in seconds, his mouth falling open and shut like a suffocating fish.

“Heh--right.” He chuckled awkwardly, letting you go and allowing you to stand.

“I’ll find this pirate heaven and I will find that emperor for you by the time your ship is ready to set sail tonight.” You said, bowing your head in show of respect before turning on your heels to leave.

“Uh--wait!” Buggy called the sounds of him scrambling to get up sounding behind you.

“Yes, captain?” You asked, clenching your fists as you faced the disheveled man.

“I’ll come with you.” Your anger rolled in its cage once more. “I don’t think I trust ya to get there without gettin’ lost.” He said on another chuckle meant to tell you he was only teasing. It did nothing but heat your anger further.

“Of course. Your knowledge of this heaven will be useful.” You said through slightly grit teeth as the clown came sauntering up to you.

“Exactly what I was thinkin’, Minnow.” He said, that wide grin of his pulling to his face as he leaned close into you again. You allowed it, your attention being stolen by those damn eyes on his once more. “And hey, maybe we’ll have a little bit of fun together.”

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Fear of Fire

It was evening in Chima.

Light from the campfire flickered across Laval's face as he and his friends mapped out their latest strategy to battle the Hunters.

It was a good plan: use Fire CHI to scatter the Saber Tooth Tigers and Mammoths into smaller groups. That way, it would be easier to defend against them.

There was just one problem.

"I said no," snarled Worriz. "Do you need me to spell it? N-O."

Laval sighed. It was the fifth plan using Fire CHI that Worriz had shot down.

"So, what's your great idea?" snapped Cragger. "Growl at them? Yeah, that will send the Hunters running."

"Hey, my Wolf Pack can scare anyone off!" Worriz replied hotly.

"Sure, 'cause no one wants to catch your fleas," snorted Cragger.

"Guys!" Laval cut in. "We're supposed to be planning an attack on the Hunters, not fighting with each other- so knock it off!!!”

"Oh, I’ve had enough," grumbled Cragger, getting to his feet. "Every time we try to map out a strategy, old fur-and-claws here says no."

"Maybe Worriz has a good reason," Eris said.

Everyone looked at the Wolf, waiting for him to explain.

But Worriz’s only response was "Count me out, and the Wolves with me." Then he rose and walked away.

"He's chicken," said Cragger. "We should just go ahead without him and his pack."

It was hard not to think that Cragger was right. What other reason could there be for Worriz's behavior? Now that the tribes had the Fire CHI, they had a real chance to defeat the Hunters. But Worriz didn't seem to want to attack.

"Wolves are known for many things, my friend," said Razar. "But fear is not one of them."

"Well, something is bothering him," said Laval, standing up. "And I am going to find out what it is."

"Do you need our help?" asked Eris.

Laval shook his head.

"I think I'd better handle this by myself, pride leader to pack leader."

Laval followed Worriz all the way back to where the Wolf Pack had made camp. He found the Wolves pacing restlessly. Laval decided to stay downwind so the Pack wouldn't pick up his scent just yet. The night breeze carried their conversations to where Laval hid behind a bush.

"When are we going to fight?"

"What's all this sitting around for?"

"Are we Wolves or not?"

"You know, if you are going to spy on us, you might make a little less noise on your approach."

Laval jumped. That voice had come from behind him. It belonged to Windra, the white Wolf. She smiled menacingly.

"I was just ... well ... yes, I was eavesdropping," said Laval. "I needed to know—"

"Why the Wolves won't fight the way you want us to?" Windra finished for him. "Come with me."

Laval followed Windra quietly around the pack's makeshift camp. Well away from here the Wolves were talking, Windra showed Laval a pile of Fire CHI. It looked like the Wolf Tribe had never used any of the Fire CHI they had been given by the Phoenix Tribe.

"It's the only weapon powerful enough to defeat the Hunters," said Windra, "but Worriz won't let us use it. He won't even tell us why. Now that you know, maybe you can change his mind."

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The next day, Laval took Worriz aside. "We have something to do."

"What?" grumbled the Wolf.

"Eris was just on a scouting mission. She spotted some Saber Tooth Tigers on the move. It looked like they were going to attack the Wolf Pack camp from the east. If we move fast, we can cut them off."

"Just the two of us?" Worriz asked. "Not that I mind getting my paws dirty, but two against Tigers seems a little nuts."

"Don't worry. We have this," Laval said, producing an orb of Fire CHI.

Worriz looked like he had smelled something bad.

"Not for me, thanks."

"Then I'll use it," said Laval. "Let's go."

The two warriors slipped out of camp. They moved as quietly as they could through the forest, watching for Hunters or any other threat. After a while, Laval spotted what he had come for: a huge pile of ice blocks across the forest path.

"I thought I heard something behind us," said the Lion.

"Im going to go check it out. Here, you use the Fire CHI to melt that ice barrier."

Worriz frowned. "Why can't we just climb over it?"

"We don't have time," Laval replied. "Just melt it"

Laval ran off, leaving Worriz holding the Fire CHI as far away from his body as he could. The Lion was sure Worriz would use the CHI if he thought the safety of his tribe was at stake. And after that, all the Wolves would be able to use it. There weren't actually any Saber Tooths anywhere around-it was all just a trick. A pretty clever one, Laval thought.

I'll just go around that bend and that will be far enough.

Then I'll turn back, thought the Lion. He jogged around a patch of trees... and found himself staring right at four Saber Tooth Tigers!

Their eyes widened at the sight of him and fierce smiles crossed their lips. Laval made a U-turn and ran as fast as he could back toward Worriz.

The Wolf was stil looking back and forth between the fire CHI and the ice blocks when Laval returned.

"Go! Move! Run!" yelled Laval. "Saber Tooths!"

Worriz started scrambling up the pile of ice. "I thought you said they were coming from the east."

"Those were made-up Tigers," Laval said, climbing rapidly up the barrier. "These are real!"

They made it to the top and didn't take time to look back. They half climbed, half slid down the other side.

"We need to lead them away from our camps," said Laval.

"There's high ground just ahead," said Worriz. "Maybe we can hold them off from there. It's just past the river."

Laval suddenly slowed. "The river?"

"Yeah. What are you waiting for?"

"Me and water... don't get along," said Laval. "I really, really don't like it."

"You mean like how I don't like Fire CHI?" Worriz sneered. "I really don't like it, either. But you keep trying to make me use it."

Behind them, the Saber Tooths had reached the top of the ice barrier.

"We'd better move," said Laval. "Find a place where one of us can CHI up."

"It’ll be you," said Worriz. "Fire and I don't get along."

"I don't get it." Laval cried as they ran. "Wolves use torches and campfires all the time."

"That’s different!" Worriz leapt over a frozen tree trunk.

"This Fire CHI is real power, blasting from your hands and roasting everything around you. I... I don't know if i can control it."

They had reached the riverbank now. The partially frozen water flowed just quickly enough to make Laval shudder. He looked over his shoulder. The Tigers were gaining.

"All right, listen. We need to lead them to the high ground away from our camps so we can fend them off. I’m going to swim across the river even if it terrifies me, because I have to. I'm not going to let down my tribe. And once we're on the other side, I'll use the Fire CHI and drive the tigers off."

Without another word, Laval plunged into the icy water.

Worriz was surprised to find himself actually feeling real respect for the Lion. But with Saber Tooths breathing down his neck, there was no time to get all warm and fuzzy. Worriz followed him in.

The half-frozen water swirled around them.

"Come on," Laval gasped, shivering in the freezing cold. "We're almost there—"

Suddenly, a chunk of ice snagged Lava's cape and dragged him down! In a splash, the Lion disappeared beneath the swirling ice and waves!

Worriz swam hard to the spot where the Lion had sunk and dove under. He reached blindly, his lungs burning from the strain of holding his breath. Finally, he felt Laval's mane. He grabbed a furry fistful and pulled as hard as he could. Laval popped up over the surface, coughing and sputtering.

Together, they made it to the other side of the river.

But Laval was exhausted and shivering badly.

"Use the CHI!" Laval gasped. "I can't do it now. Use it or the Tigers will get us both-and maybe our tribes, too!”

Worriz looked hard at Laval, and then at the Tigers, who were already halfway across the river. Then he shut his eyes and plugged the CHI Orb into his harness.

Instantly, he felt a fiery surge of energy filling his whole body. He had the power, but more than that, he was in control of it.

The Wolf opened his eyes and snarled at the Tigers. "Oh, are you boys going to be sorry."

Unleashing his new energy, Worriz created a wall of flame in front of the Saber Tooths. They immediately backed off.

"What's the matter?" yelled Worriz. "Not afraid of a little fire, are you?"

Without waiting for an answer, the Wolf helped Laval to his feet and the two ran off as fast as they could back to the camps.

Later that night, Worriz came up to Laval by the campfire. "Wolves don't say thank you, so that's not what I'm saying," he said. "Okay, maybe you helped me out back there... a little … but this isn't a thank you."

"Okay," said Laval, grinning.

"I just have one question," Worriz said. "Did you really run into trouble in that river? Or was that just another way to get me to use the Fire CHI?"

"Oh, that." Laval chuckled. "I don't know if I could have made it across on my own or not. But I do know one thing. I’m glad I was able to count on you when it mattered the most”

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Chapter 2

Pt 1

Y/N arrived in her mansion, taking off her large fur coat and dropping it on the first furniture she saw, she sighed heavily.

Her maids immediately greeted her with a 90° bow and she briefly acknowledged them and walked past them "Prepare my bath and my bed for tonight, after that, prepare me a cup of coffee and take it to my study" she said, and the maids immediately ran off to attend to her request.

She sat in the living room and picked up her phone to call Kel, one of her partners that supports her business, "I need a new one" she said, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Already?"

"Yes, I need a new Cristal, some bastard murdered her during her last job"

"Alright, so a white bitch, blonde hair and....what colour were Cristal's eyes?"

"I don't fucking know, dumbass, ask Slickback or check one of the pictures you took of her when she was in your bed" Y/N said, irritation present in her tone.

"How did....how did you know that?...." Kel asked, shocked that she knew of such.

"Cristal was one of my best, of course I know what happened, so I'd know if the creep did something that made her uncomfortable. I need the bitch in two weeks, understood?"

She didn't even wait for a response, then she hung up. "Yumeko!" She called out to one of her maids and she came running. "Yes ma'am?"

"Is my bath ready?" Y/N asked

"Yes it is, ma'am"

"Alright" Y/N got up from the couch and went to her massive bedroom. She took off all her clothings and went into the bathroom. The steam made it slightly hard to see but she successfully made her way to the bathtub. She got in and immediately soaked in the warmth of the water, her tense nerves relaxing.

She finished her bath and stepped out of the bathroom, drying off and putting on a thick white robe then she went to her study.

She went through her paperwork like she did every night, then she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in"

Yumeko stepped into the office and did a 90° bow "Ma'am, there are three men here who wish to see you" she said.

Y/N looked at her in confusion "Three men? I wasn't expecting any guest. Who the fuck do they think they are?" Y/N thought to herself who it may be but no one came to mind then she sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of her nose "At an hour like this.... Fine, take them to the 3rd living room. And please take me a glass of scotch there"

"Yes ma'am" Yumeko said and left to prepare everything she was asked to.

Y/N waited a little bit in her study before deciding to go the meet the uninvited guests. Upon arriving at the 3rd living room, she opened the door and was greeted with the sight of two lavender haired men and a pink haired man who was running in her direction with his arms wide spread

"Y/N-chan!" he yelled excitedly as he tried to hug her but she quickly stepped out of the way causing the male to fall on the floor.

"What the fuck are you people doing here?! And how did you know where I lived?!" Y/N yelled, obviously not enjoying their presence in her home.

"Your card, sweetheart. We gave it to Koko and from there it was quite easy" Ran replied in a flirty tone.

"Get out. Now" Y/N said.

"But Y/N-chan~ we just got here. Don't be a meanie" Sanzu complained as he rubbed his head.

"Shut it, pinkie pie"

Ran and Rindou immediately covered their mouths to stiffle their laughter as they turned away from the two.

"Is that what you prefer calling me, Y/N-chan?~ If it's what you like, fine." Sanzu said.

"The fuck? How come he attacks us when we call him names?" Rindou asked.

"Cause you're not Y/N-chan!" Sanzu replied aggressively.

Y/N sighed heavily, wondering why three loud grown ass men are in her house at this hour "What are you three here for?" She asked

"We came to see you and hang out." Rindou replied with a lazy smile.

"Mmm, sorry. No" Y/N replied sharply.

"But Y/N-chan~~ it'll be fun. Come on" Sanzu said as he shook her arm.

"You have 2 hours of my time" Y/N said in a bored tone.

"Yes!" Sanzu exclaimed excitedly and began pulling her out of the room.

"Hey! Wait a minute! I need to change! Fucking dumbass!" Y/N yelled as she released herself from Sanzu's grip and went to her bedroom to change.

(I'm terrible at descriptions so just pick which you prefer)

Ten minutes later, Y/N came out beautifully dressed and she walked towards them.

"Alright, let's go and we're taking my car" she said and walked passed them, leaving them staring in awe.

"I most definitely cannot miss an opportunity to tap that" Ran said.

They followed behind her. Well, the Haitani's followed behind her. Sanzu was walking ahead of her a little bit so he could call shot gun.

They arrived at her garage and stared in awe once more, the amounts of cars and brand had them marvelled. Y/N walked to one of them, her best. It was a gray Bugatti Veyron. She got in and waited for them "You coming?" She asked.

The trio looked at each other and Sanzu ran ahead of them "I call shot gun!" he yelled and got into the passenger seat.

The Haitani's got in back with little complain, and Y/N drove off.

They went to different locations, a bar, a little shopping district and some other places.

Y/N actually enjoy her time with them, surprisingly. As they were leaving the last bar to end their night, a little boy stopped Y/N while the other three leaned on the car waiting for her.

"Miss?" the kid called out.

"Hmm? What do you want, kid?" she asked.

"Are... Are you L/N Y/N?" The boy asked her and she nodded.

"Um... Do you know L/N (Younger/Sister/Name)?" The kid asked again.

"Yeah, she's my little sister, what happened?"

"I'm her son! My name's Sora!" The boy said.

"Son? She's still whoring around? Well not my problem, kid" Y/N started walking away to car, signalling the other three to get in and they did.

"You can't leave me here, we're connected!" Sora yelled as he followed behind her.

"Yeah, sorry kid. Now move before I run you over" Y/N replied as she got in the car and started the engine.

"So you're just gonna leave me here? Like my mum?" Sora asked.

"Yeah, wait, you're guilt tripping" Y/N said

"I'm cold" Sora wrapped his arms around himself.

"I can tell. You know how I can tell?" Y/N made a slight pouty face "Cause we're connected" she smirked and drove away, leaving not just the poor kid but also the trio in shock. And the trio, slightly turned on.

#ivysenpai💅#tokyo rev x y/n #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers #ran haitani #bonten x y/n #haitani brothers #tokrev #different series #she's a bad bitch indeed 🌚

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