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nuttyrabbit · 11 months

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Sonic VIOLENCE ask: 4 and 19!

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

Well. I don't block people, so I guess that answers that. But there have been people who was acquaintances/mutuals with who I've beefed with heavily, and it's always been over IDW/Archie Sonic and more specifically, their horrendously bad faith takes regarding it

They know who they are. And if one of their sycophants finds this ask well, hi!

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Oh this is a funny one. I've come to the unfortunate realization that my OC Frost would 100% be attracted to....

yeah. Big strong, violent monster man who values strenght above all else? That's the kind of man Frost would salivate at the chance to dominate.

It's haunted me for months

#Frost the Snow Leopard #asks #Sonic

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mynameis-a · 11 months

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seeing people drawing gepard as a snow leopard and being torn between being annoyed and loving it

(annoyed because gepard is just another name for a cheetah, hes named after a cat just like how serval is and if serval is a serval then gepard is a gepard hes a cheetah god damn it)

(loving it because snow leopard /pos)

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perichuuu · 5 months

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y'know whats funny in my kingdom Crimson and Frost seemed to have an affinity for each other so I randomly shipped them cuz it just looks cute NOW THEY HAPPEN TO BE UP AGAINST EACHOTHER IN COOKIE OF THE YEAR 😭

here is a doodle for the occasion

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #pikachat #snow leopard #chinese dragon #crimson coral cookie #frost queen cookie

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cosmic-frost-arts · 8 months

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Title: Frost Spider & Snowball

Drew my Spideroc again but with his partner Snowball, a close furry friend of his from work (Animal Zoo)

#sfw #oc #digital art #artwork #human #animal #snow leopard #snowball #ethan johnstone #frost spider #spiderverse #spiderman series

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weirdmarioenemies · 10 months

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You know, all this time I never realized that Bomberman had Enemies! I thought it was just all those Bombers Men blowing each other up for sport. And I love those Bombers Men, they are very cute, but wow! Enemies! I love those! Enemies are my friends. There have been sooo many enemies over the course of the franchise, but here I will be talking about the originals from the very beginning! For the sake of consistency, I will be using the artwork from Bomberman Party Edition, since that was sadly the most recent time they all got official art for the same game. Here they come! Some creatures!

BALLOM

Ballom is The Enemy. The first one! It is very simple. It is really just a balloon, sometimes with a string, sometimes not. Watch out for this one! Ever try to kill a balloon before? Don’t let the media fool you, you need a bomb to do it. Ballom actually appeared before all the others in the very first game, called Bomber Man, where it was the only enemy! This game was localized in Europe as... Eric and the Floaters. It sounds like a band name! A real Yoshi’s Island style localization choice. This is not a Bomberman game anymore. It’s an Eric game.

I do not think this is what balloons look like

ONIL

Already we have reached my favorite one! Onil is a blue onion sort of thing, and I am really just a sucker for creatures that are vegetables. It is so cute! It’s almost not recognizable as an onion most of the time, with its tip looking like a dollop of frosting rater than actual onion skin, but the original sprite does a pretty good job of communicating Onion. As you can see at the beginning of the post, its name was originally localized as O’Neal, which I think is very funny. That’s a Last Name right there! This onion was named like a Fortnite character!

DAHL

Dahl is a sort of barrel of a thing! Finally we reach a thing that would more reasonably require a bomb to destroy. Look at its little face though! I feel bad talking about destroying these things with bombs. I don’t have much to say about Dahl, it’s a barrel, though it is a very cute barrel. I can’t think of THAT many other cute barrels.

MINVO

Minvo is a little boring. I’m sorry. But it’s just a Face! Sometimes it is a very inoffensive-looking face, while sometimes it is showing a few teeth, but still just a Face. They don’t do anything all that interesting either. However!

In some 3D appearances, they are not a sphere, but instead shaped like a sandwich cookie! Maybe they have been cookies all along! They even have Filling!

OVAPE

Ovape is a funny one! Originally, it was basically a smiley Pac-Man ghost, which is cute and funny, but not very unique. When allowed more detail, though, it often looks more like an octopus, and not just any octopus, but a hot dog cut into an octopus shape!

You know? Yeah! I don’t know how intentional the resemblance is, but it is very cute and fun.

DORIA

I love Doria! It is some kind of Substance, or perhaps an amoeba, and I love a simple cute blob. It is often seen in this weirdly flat-looking shape, like it was spread on an invisible piece of bread! I would not eat it! Doria moves slowly, but it is slippery and smart, chasing Bomberman while avoiding bombs. Very impressive for a brainless (I assume) blob!

PASS

Here we have our Token Mammal! Pass is a tiger who forgot the rest of itself at home and hops around as a head lump. It almost feels like Minvo, but with an actual design! You’re lucky you became a cookie, Minvo. Pass is fast, like a real tiger, and is able to Pass right through certain solid blocks, which real tigers cannot do. Only snow leopards can.

PONTAN

Another face? Kind of! But not completely! Pontan is a COIN, so more interesting than just a face, and spins around flatly in its animations. They are the most dangerous of the original enemies, and their design does nothing to reflect this! That is funny. Like Pass, it passes through some blocks, but it also hunts you down! If Pontan finds you, you will learn that it can indeed be used as currency. One Pontan is enough to buy you one Death!

Some, but not all, of these enemies would have the privilege of appearing in a Mobile Match 3 Game with the release of Bomberman Chains, and boy! They look weird! All of them! Ballom looks like Chris Griffin. Onil looks like it just woke up at 3:26 AM to go to the bathroom. I cannot say I Like any of these designs here, which is a shame because I think they could have all looked especially cute in Doodle Aesthetic, like Bomberman himself does! But I am glad this happened, it’s funny.

These have been just a few of the many funny little creatures specifically designed to be obliterated by explosions. Thank you.

#bomberman #ballom #onil #dahl #minvo #ovape #doria #pass #pontan #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

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manjiroscum · 1 year

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LILY OF THE VALLEY

Character/s: snow leopard hybrid!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, dark content, canon typical violence, blood, murder, dub-con, marking, mentions of mating, hybrid au, kidnapping, yandere!rindou, dom!rindou, sub!reader, cockdrunk reader, implied multiple rounds, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding, blackmailing/threats, pet play, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @httn 💜 thank you love for trusting me with this! i hope you like it 🫶

Synopsis: Only fools come out to play with a feral cat.

WC: 6.1k

Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.

But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.

Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?

What should he do?

A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.

Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.

If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…

And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.

“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”

“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”

“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”

Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.

I’m sorry, Ran…

There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.

Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.

“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”

“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.

“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”

Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.

Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?

No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.

Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.

What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.

The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.

“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”

You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”

Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.

“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”

If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?

Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.

Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.

“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”

“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”

The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.

Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”

Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”

Bullshit.

It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.

You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.

“You okay with miso soup?”

Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.

Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.

“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”

“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”

“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”

“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.

Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.

“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”

Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.

Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.

Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.

His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.

Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.

The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.

“I see you’re awake.”

“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”

Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.

“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”

“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”

“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”

“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”

Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.

“All of it, angel.”

You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.

“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”

Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.

“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”

Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.

“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”

Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.

What the fuck is happening?

“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?

Why does it feel like that’s a lie?

Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.

“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”

“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”

His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.

“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”

He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.

“Don’t tap out on me, angel,” he mumbled. Mustering up all your leftover strength, you sat up and licked on the reddish tip, earning a pleased groan. His hand reached forward to brush away the strands of hair from your face then carded his fingers through them. “Good girl. Always remember this, okay? Good kittens should clean up after playing. Good kittens shouldn’t make a mess.”

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mousetoe-wc · 7 months

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I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

#warrior cats #wc

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bleedingichorhearts · 8 days

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Imagine, if you will, a space marine going out to hunt for his bonded mate who is pregnant with his child so she will have plenty to eat.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You there! You creature! Are on a roll and on that, I do not mind!

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Animal Death, Pregnancy.

The hulking space marine stalks through the forest. Carefully avoiding areas where sticks or dying leaves would make sound of his appearance. His mouth open beneath his helmet for a better scent coverage and ears pricked for any sound of irregular moment.

He has come out to hunt again in his little mates forests, looking for a bigger catch this time. Something that could give him a bit more challenge and meat. Something that could impress his little mate once more. To feed her and to stock up on the fat as the winter’s could be harsh to his little mate.

The winter wasn’t here yet, but he can definitely see and feel the signs of an oncoming harsh winter. The geese and ducks left a bit earlier than usual as the days got colder and he’s seen a squirrel stocking up on nuts. He’s also seen a snow owl fly overhead, looking for something to snack on before the winter itself started.

Though, that was not something he can stock up on, to eat. He needed something big and hopefully challenging. Perhaps he’ll go for an elk or a caribou? Maybe a snow leopard or a brown bear if he’s lucky enough to encounter them before they spot him, but he knows he won’t find anything much challenging as he would back in his own world. The creatures of his world brought up nasty fights and glorified wounds that he would happily show his little mate. To get her to fawn and worry over him.

Thinking about his little mate brought a small smile to his face, his sabatons crunching through the frosted fallen leaves. Oh, how she would kiss his wounds to make him feel better, new or old. How she would make meals; feasts out of the meat he hunted for. Always giving him the bigger portion because she can’t continue to admire his skills, his physique if she had nothing to see. Despite his rumbling protests to feed her instead, she makes a great point to him.

How is he to provide of he is not in great shape?

So, that made him go hunt out a little more. Not because his little mate offended him, but because he wanted to be in the bestest shape to be able to provide for his little mate. He notices how he… stocked up a little himself. That little chub on his stomach never goes unnoticed by his little mate in loving times, but he is sure she wouldn’t mind tracing his abs once again. She’s done it before, praising him for any body type he would like to have. It did not matter to her, she would trace her soft, plush lips against his scarred skin any day, anytime she had claimed once, thrice, then regularly.

He shook his helmet, shaking off some fallen leaves. He was missing his little mate, wanting to hurry up and be by her side already. To feel her soft flesh against his lips. To embrace and thumb her swollen belly that held a tinier creation between him and his little mate. To feel how their little one in there kicked up at him, causing his little mate discomfort.

He would then lowly growl at the little impatient one then. Halting the little one’s movement inside of his little mates stomach as she gives out a breath of relief, mumbling out. “The little one only listens to him when he’s around.” Something he might just have to watch out for when their little one is born in this paradise world.

A snap of a stick snapped him out of his daydreams. His form snapping up straighter in alarm. All senses alert for what could be potentially stalking him instead. His head slightly looking off to the side where he can hear a couple little thumps on the ground then, they stop. Waiting for his next move.

A foolish act to upon a master hunter like him, but he can reward this predator with a proper, quick death. Their hide, meat and bones, all of it will be used after all. None of it will go to waste.

He will skin the hide of the animal to provide heat, protection and comfort for his little mate. The bones would be used to make knives or little trinkets for his little mate and future little one. The meat will be stored into 1 out of 5 freezers for later uses. Maybe his little mate would like to cook some meat pies when he returns from this hunt? He knows he’ll be successful today as he will not leave his hunt without something to present to his little mate.

He pretends he doesn’t hear the predator stalking him. A hum leaving him as he prepares himself for claws and fangs to be stuck down into the back of his gorget. They wouldn’t do anything to him, but scratch the paint off his armor. That’s what most of the animals did, but he honors their… insolence enough to even try and get a killing blow on a Astartes by making their death quick and painless and using all of their organic matter as materials.

He hears the push off the predator. His form quickly turning around to snag the predator by the neck. A chocked yowl coming out of the predator. Black and white fur engulfing his gauntlet as they scratch desperately at his armor plates, chipping the paint off.

He rumbles happily at this creatures boldness to attack him from behind. A “snow leopard” he recalls. Their fur looking incredibly soft to the touch. A great hide to see his little mate wrapped in, but the meat. This is not enough meat to provide.

He snaps the felines neck with a jerk. Their body immediately seizing in his hands. No longer clawing at him and his armor, just pure dead weight.

Flopping the fluffy body over his pauldron, he continues with his hunt. He needed at least a big, fatty animal to bring back to the nest as well. This feline pelt might be satisfactory to look upon and lay upon, but it does not provide enough meat. He needed enough to stock up this winter.

That, or he was worrying about his little mate not getting enough nutrients when she was. The little one certainly liked to eat.

He plans on coming back to the nest before nightfall to bring her the newly cut of the feline hide and meat of the creatures he will catch, but if he’s especially lucky enough or early enough he’ll get more than just an lasting, appreciated kiss.

The space marine shivers at the thought.

#oneshot #space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #adeptus astartes #adeptus astartes x reader #space marine #space marine x reader #tw: animal death #tw: pregnancy

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crimsonrainseekingflower · 8 months

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Relationships: Mobei-Jun/Shang Qinghua

Rating: T

Tags: Inspired by the tale of Ye Xian, Misunderstandings, Canon-Typical Violence, Happy Ending, Snow Leopard Mobei-Jun

Word Count: 6.8k

💙 Written for Northern Lights (a Moshang Anthology) @moshanganthology 💙

Shang Qinghua took a halting step back. A demon stood in his doorway. That was the only thing that man could be. He was tall, draped in dark robes that swirled with a faint pattern reminiscent of nighttime frost. His face was youthful but his hair was the long, blinding white of snow beneath the sun. He smiled with teeth far sharper than any human.

“Nephew,” the demon called sweetly over Shang Qinghua’s head. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

The cub ducked his head low to the ground, eyes growing colder than Shang Qinghua had ever seen them. He growled.

The demon chuckled. “Now, now, Mobei. Don’t be like that. Uncle didn’t mean to lose sight of you. And look, you found a pet human.” He gave Shang Qinghua a passing glance as he slunk past, an inherent danger to his graceful movements. “So little Mobei-Jun’s impromptu adventure can’t have been too bad, hm?”

He crouched down, palm outstretched to pat his nephew’s head. Mobei-Jun hissed and swatted at his fingers but the demon wasn’t deterred in the slightest. He turned a mild smile up at Shang Qinghua as Mobei-Jun gripped his hand with fierce little paws, gnawing at it relentlessly.

Shang Qinghua was frozen in place. He had never felt more like prey than he did under that man’s chilling gaze.

Mobei-Jun suddenly let go and padded over to wind between Shang Qinghua’s legs, dragging against him. Shang Qinghua knew by now that this was the signal to pick him up. So he hefted Mobei-Jun to rest against his chest.

“You,” the demon said.

Shang Qinghua blinked. It took him a beat too long to realize the demon was addressing him. He pointed shakily to himself with his free hand. “Me?”

The demon’s answering smile truly was too wide, his canine teeth too pronounced. “It appears my wayward nephew has grown fond of you.”

Read the rest here!!

#moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #linguang jun #svsss #moshang fanfic #my fic #my writing #alt text in image

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freezingnarc · 1 month

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Winter / Cold themed NPTs

Pt: Winter / Cold themed NPTs /end pt

Names —

Pt: Names /end pt

Lumi, Boreas, Khione, Chióni, Eira, North, Frostine, Frostette, Blizzardette, Snowette, Andri, Bylur, Frost, Freeze, Blizzard, Snowstorm, Permafrost, Aneira, Nevada, Alaska, Aquilo

Obviously, I recommend doing some research on any name you plan to use

Pronouns —

Pt: Pronouns /end pt

snow / snows, winter / winters, snow / flake, cold / colds, fre / freeze, bliz / blizzard, frost / frosts, chill / chills, frostbite / frostbites, tundra / tundras, arctic / arctics, shiver / shivers, ❄️ / ❄️s, 🌨️ / 🌨️s, 🧊 / 🧊s

Titles —

Pt: Titles /end pt

prn who is frostbitten, prn who lives in snow / the cold, prn who loves the snow / ice / cold, prn who plays in the snow, the frostbitten, the snow, the snowflake, the arctic, the antarctic, the arctic creature, the antarctic creature, the snow leopard / arctic fox / polar bear

† Created on 03.23.2024

† Tagging @npt-archive

#† — npt pack #liom #mogai coining #mogai term #mogai #npt #npt pack #id pack #id packs #name suggestions #pronoun suggestions #title suggestions #name ideas #pronoun ideas #title ideas #snow npts #cold npts #ice npts #winter npts

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starrycardcaptor · 8 months

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Hi! May I request Snow Leopard pronouns and titles?? Thanks for the opportunity!

☆ with a wave of his wand , the cardcaptor grants you . . .

pronouns ! ☆ fang / fangs / fangs / fangself , frost / frosty / frosts / frostself , hunt / hunts / hunter / huntself (or hunterself) , paw / paws / paws / pawself , purr / purrs / purrs / purrself , rose / ette / rosette / rosetteself , snow / snows / snowy / snowself !

titles ! ☆ prn who is / are covered in rosettes , prn whose paws are silent on snow , prn whose roar is but a purr , prn whose tail leaves a trail on the snow , the cat of the cold , the frosty-furred feline , the ghost of the mountain , the snowy spotted one !

reminder to understand the origin of your name / pronouns / titles before you use them ! ☆

#neopronouns #neopronoun suggestions #titles #title suggestions #☆ frills !

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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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warmth- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: hydra, another headcanon that makes me so unbelievably sad i cannot hug bucky barnes about: request! it's really cold one night and Bucky tries to Soldier through it but reader finds him and wraps him up in blankets and holds him to sleep and he just feels so safe and warm and it's just very soft and good. a/n: thank you for everyone who gave me warm synonyms!! true heroes

your apartment hits you like sunlight when you open the door, dissolving the horripilation risen on your arms with the power of the heater, thawing verglas frosted over your nose.

you’d demanded it after the highs of your cheeks met the chill outside your door, already wet with sticky snowflakes and numb with the ice of the wind. you told bucky as such when snow crunched underneath your boots in your haste to get to the car, grasping his hand when you nearly slipped. he had huffed a stifled laugh, pulled you to your feet, and shoved your hand alongside his in his pocket, warm fingers beginning to draw heat on the dips of your knuckles.

you return with a dramatic sigh and a promise to bake the cookie dough in the fridge, closing the door after bucky enters with bags of takeout swinging from vibranium fingers. he’s quieter than usual, extending his fingers like a starfish after he sets down the food, joints aching as he rolls his ankle. he doesn’t take off his coat when he comes in.

you spare him a concerned glance from the kitchen as you push down on the frigid dough, skin pale from the cloud of flour that sheens your face and leopard-patterns your eyelashes. “bucky?”

his attention snaps to you a beat late, something distant in his eyes that washes away with a blink and a clear of his throat. “yeah? do you need help?”

“no,” you reply, about to press when he’s striding over to you after he washes his hands, slipping off his jacket and draping it over the couch. “honey—”

he pushes the tip of his ring finger into the ball of dough beneath your hands, raising an eyebrow at you when resistance forms spiderweb-cracks around it. “let me help.”

you purse your lips before you give in, watching his face carefully as refrigerator-cold dough meets snow-cold goosebumps. there’s a twist that makes you frown, but it’s gone in a moment, replaced with an easy smile as he pinches off a piece and pops it in his mouth.

“bucky!” you chastise, swatting his hand when he reaches for another.

“it tastes better like this!” he insists.

“the whole point of the cookies is to warm up the house and have something hot to eat!”

“fine, fine,” he gives in. “but just one more little piece.” you glare at him but let him tear more off before you press heart molds into sticky, extended dough.

it smells sweet and nearly summery by the time you settle in to go to sleep, feet clad in fluffy socks and bed stocked with more blankets than usual. you murmur a goodnight into bucky’s shoulder and let your eyes flutter shut, expecting his breathing to ease and steady like usual, but it never does.

you’re half-asleep when you feel the bed dip from next to you, low growls from the depths of bucky’s throat echoing in the silence of the room. a floorboard creaks beneath his weight and a door opens.

you frown when you notice it’s the one to the living room, rubbing the base of your palm against your eyes before you squint against the yellow light peeking through the bottom of the door, interrupting the darkness.

with a yawn and a sleepy stumble, you push open the door to see bucky staring down at a cabinet, his face contorted in something you don’t see often in the comforts of your home, medicine rattling in bottles and boxes as he searches for something.

“bucky?” you call.

he freezes, turning around with an apologetic smile, looking much more alert than you are. he hadn’t slept at all. “did i wake you? i’m sorry.”

“‘s okay. what’re you doing?”

something crosses his face like hesitation before he answers. “looking for pain relievers.”

your eyebrows knit in worry. “you’re in pain?”

“fuckin’ serum… healed bones wrong. ‘feels like they’re… rubbing against each other when i move.” something like a growl escapes him as he bridges a thumb over his index and stretches it. his leg shifts and he grimaces. you stride over to him to take his hand into yours, but gasp when his skin is ice to the pads of your fingers.

“you’re freezing, bucky.”

the lines of his face set. “it’s nothing. i’ve been colder.”

you frown. sandwiching his hands between yours, you tuck your fingers in between the crevices of his and blow warm air on the fingers you couldn’t cover. vibranium remains unchanged at your lips, but you persist.

“why didn’t you tell me you were cold?”

“it’s not a type of cold that goes away easily,” he replies. the resolute expression on his face makes your heart drop.

you think for a second before nodding, squeezing flesh fingers with one hand as you lead him back to the bedroom. he calls your name in confusion when you sit him down, scrounging around in your drawer. you offer him medicine for pain before padding off to the closet. he watches dazedly, tablet still sitting in his vibranium palm.

“that’s the best we have. steve said it helped when it ached,” you say, pulling out blankets upon blankets from the closet.

he raises an eyebrow as you begin to unfold them and spread them over the bed, a few in your arms when you turn toward him. he pops the pill into his mouth and swallows it down with the water from the bottle at his bedside table when you glance pointedly at him.

“here,” you mumble, glancing at his face to catch his expression as you wrap a blanket around his shoulders. you rub your hands up and down his arms with quick motions and press a kiss to his head before grabbing another.

“sweetheart—”

“are you warmer?”

he pauses as he realizes he is. you smile gently, teeth digging into the flesh of your bottom lip as you swaddle him in another blanket. you turn off the lights and settle into bed as well, hugging him close. you pull the covers over the both of you and he begins to laugh. the sound is heat in itself, like ice is thawing from his chest, allowing something genuine and sunny to mold his face. “i’m gonna overheat here, doll.”

“you’ll be fine,” you murmur, brushing your lips over his forehead. “hands,” you order, extending yours in an invitation. obediently, he gives them to you, a little restrained from the blankets around him. you lead them underneath your shirt, where you press them against your abdomen. you shiver as their rime meets soft skin, but hold steady. he can’t help but marvel as his fingers crawl around your waist to hold you closer.

“d’you feel better?” you ask after a moment, when he’s flushed and a little fuzzy from the love you treat him with.

“yeah,” he responds honestly. “thank you.”

he feels the curve of your lips against his hair. “‘f course.”

he thinks winter won’t be so bad with you swaddling him in blankets.