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lol-im-done · 5 months

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First Lady of Panem

Pairing: Young!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: When your family arrived to the Capitol from District Ten to secure their place as one of the most prominent and wealthy families of Panem you could have never dreamed fate would lead you into the arms of Coriolanus Snow. Falling in love was easy, watching him become President and becoming First Lady of Panem at his side would test your limits. Panem's history would forever be changed by this union.

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Author's Note: TW & Tags will be updated as each chapter comes out, first chapter is just to set up the story & characters. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Sky Blue Eyes

Those bluebonnets how sweetly they grow

For all the wide prairies they're scattered like snow

They make all the meadows as blue as the skies

Reminding me of my darlings blue eyes

The cow-filled prairies shifted to mountains signaling the train's entrance into District Two as you hummed to the tune of an old song from before Panem’s creation. The sprawling grass sea of District Ten, of your home, disappeared in the distance as you made your way to the heart of Panem.

“Darling, are you listening to me?”

Lifting your head from the rattling window you turned to see your mother looking at you with soft concern.

“Sorry Mama, what were you asking?”

Her hand smoothed over your younger sister Mellona’s curls, making her nuzzle deeper into her side. “I was asking if you were hungry so I could order lunch.”

“That would be nice Mama. Thank you.”

“Alright, call for Agnes if you need anything she’s in the next car,” your mother stands, lays a snoozing Mellona down, before making her way to the dining car.

“Homesick already?” Victoriosa, the eldest, asks from the chaise never taking her eyes off the magazine in her hands.

“Is it that obvious?”

“We always knew we’d have to move to the Capitol.”

“Why now? I thought at least another year or two,” you asked, sinking into the plush leather seat. Victoriosa pauses, looks up at you and for an instant you can see your father’s intense expression staring back at you.

“Papa wants to finally establish himself as a prominent figure in the Capitol. He needs Capitol support if he is to fully absorb the rest of the ranches, you know that,” she states. “This is also our opportunity to reach our full potential, choose our own paths. Once you finish your career you can always return to Ten if you wish but that would be a waste,” she returns to flipping through her magazine.

“Silva, what do you think?” you turn to your only brother who is seated next to you.

He gives a short shrug. “I don’t mind it much as long as I can continue my research,” Silva sighs from behind his thick textbook.

Victoriosa tilts her lithe neck backwards, “Yawnnnnn.” A snort leaves your lips and you’re grateful your mother isn’t nearby to reprimand you for your ‘unladylike’ behavior.

“Biodiversity is the pinnacle of our success as cattle breeders!” Silva scowls.

“I thought you’d be missing a certain milkmaid Carpathia,” Victoriosa smirks and a wild blush spreads under Silva’s glasses.

“Oh like you’ll be missing your ranch hand Bronco,” Silva snaps back.

“There’s always summertime. Plenty of time to catch up,” Victoriosa grins like the cat who got the cream. The three of you burst into a fit of giggles right as Mellona groggily rouses from her nap.

“Are we there yet?”

Another burst of laughter fills the private train car.

It would only take a few more hours before you arrived at the Capitol train station, nightfall falling over the city. Unlike District Ten, not all the stars were visible, the Capitol’s bright lights polluting the sky. Peacekeepers were already stationed to help move all the luggage into the waiting line of cars. Driving through the streets towards your new home, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the statues in the squares and the towering buildings. Most of all you were excited to finally see your father, it had been almost a month since you had seen him last.

“Papa!”

All of you crashed into Alicio Lupus’ awaiting arms, his rumbling chuckle bouncing off the high marble ceilings of the penthouse. Refugio joins in on the hug with teary eyes, reaching up to press a kiss on her beloved husband’s cheek.

“Welcome home my darlings,” he squeezes you all tighter. Any fear you held disappeared in an instant, as long as you had your family by your side, all would be well.

The first few weeks in the Capitol had been a whirlwind- meeting other Capitol families for dinner, registration for coveted internships and school courses, and endless shopping trips to assure your home and wardrobes were up to Capitol standards. Refugio Lupus wanted only the best for her children, which included constantly coaching you all to leave behind the District Ten accent that made certain words in your vocabulary drawl.

After dinner one day you thought you had finally caught a moment of peace before a knock at your door startled you from your book. Agnes, your family's nanny, rolled in a rack of dresses with Victoriosa in tow. Victoriosa was already dressed in a sleek blood red dress with a mink shawl wrapped around her shoulders.

“What’s all this?”

“We’ve been invited to a soirée to commemorate the end of the 13th Hunger Games. Papa thinks it’s a good chance to introduce us to others in the Capitol’s high society,” Victoriosa swept her arm towards the rack of glittering and ruffled dresses. Nerves made your stomach churn, mouth turning downwards into a frown as you remembered people’s faces this past week when it was revealed you had recently arrived from District Ten. Most look startled before looking at you like you were some exotic bird at the zoo.

“They’ll never accept us.”

A prideful look crossed her face, so similar to your father’s. No wonder your mother said they were cut from the same stone. “They will once we show them we are as refined as they are. As long as you lose that accent of yours you’ll blend in like a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” she grinned, canines glinting in the light of the chandelier. Rolling your eyes you step over to the rack, feeling the fabrics under your fingers. Stopping at a silver dress, the sequins twinkled like stars entrancing you. Agnes helped dress you before getting to work on sweeping your hair up into a fashionable updo. You waved away the highly pigmented makeup, not ready to delve into that side of Capitol fashion quite yet.

“Remember you’re a Lupus. We’re wolves among sheep,” Victoriosa pinches your cheek. The usual calluses that adorned her hands were gone, chemical treatments making them a long forgotten memory.

Wolves among sheep.

Victoriosa’s words replay through your head like a mantra as you step into the grand ballroom behind her and your father. Thankfully your sister was a gifted extrovert, introducing you to the friends she had already made. Soon you found yourself surrounded by members of the new Gamemaker class, a glass of posca in your hand. It took some time but slowly your shoulders loosened and your smile widened, confidence making you stand a bit taller.

Across the ballroom, Coriolanus Snow was repeating his own mantra to himself- Snow always lands on top. A reminder that showing up for another Capitol soirée wasn’t simply a waste of time but another way to show all these sycophants how high he had made it. Now heir to the Plinth fortune he was dressed impeccably. Tigris had helped style him, no more handmade shirts, and the final touch- Grandma’am’s rose pinned to his lapel. Like at most parties he was surrounded by his former classmates who were all desperate to remain in his inner circle- he was an esteemed Gamemaker after all. A glimmer in the distance caught his eye, distracting him from the meaningless chatter before him. He recognized the group as intern Gamemakers but not the young woman, fresh faced and glowing in the candlelight.

“Who is that?” Coriolanus feigned nonchalance as he tilted his head towards her.

Festus Creed followed his gaze, “Don’t you know?”

“How could he know? The Lupus Family only recently decided to establish here in the Capitol,” Pup Harrington said in between bites of hors d'oeuvres. The name rang a bell, stories and information from his various connections coming to mind.

“I believe that’s (Y/N) Lupus. I saw her the other day with her father, Alicio Lupus, at my mother’s bank” Livia Cardew said, inching closer to Coriolanus. “They practically own all the ranches in District Ten, Alicio Lupus’ brother is the Mayor of the District,” Livia whispered, lips coming close to his ear. Festus and Pup exchange an eye roll at her shamelessness and Coriolanus resisted the urge to shrug her off. Offending a Cardew would never bode well.

“She’s district, probably going back and forth from Ten to the Capitol like one of her family’s pigs,” Livia giggled, but it sounded like grating metal in Coriolanus’ ears.

“Don’t forget cows! Oh Panem, I dream about those steaks-,” Pup practically salivated.

“Imagine living all your life in that District, like poor Sejanus,” Festus tutted. Coriolanus immediately bristled at the mention of Sejanus, his icy blue eyes darkening like an impending storm. Festus must have realized his mistake because his eyes widened, apology on the tip of his tongue before Coriolanus cut him off.

“I should go make her acquaintance then,” he announces, ignoring Livia’s scowl. It was an opportune moment he thought as you now stood by the bar alone. Perhaps you would be desperate enough to try and get in his good graces, and offer to introduce him to your father. Coriolanus would be a fool not to recognize the Lupus family’s wealth and influence, they kept the Districts fed and the Capitol fat. Any potential relationship he could make was more support he could need when he would take a position in the Government.

As you took another swig of posca, you thought you had managed to escape more social interactions for the night until a voice made you jump.

“Hello, I’m Coriolanus Snow. Welcome to the Capitol.”

Turning around you looked up at the man’s captivating eyes, as blue as the sky back home. His pink lips curled slightly at the ends as if he was holding in a secret. Blonde hair pushed back in a neat fashion, accentuating his cheekbones. For a moment you were speechless. Remembering yourself, you gave him your name but you had a feeling he already knew it.

“Pleasure to meet you Coriolanus Snow.”

His stomach swooped. Coriolanus swore he heard a familiar lilt in your voice, but it was not as strong as Lucy Gray’s and those in District Twelve. No, yours was smoother and made your pronunciation of his name sound like it was dipped in warm honey.

“How are you finding the Capitol?”, he forces himself to ask, to ignore those dangerous thoughts.

“It's something...definitely not like back home,” you look around at the extravagant decor.

“Ah yes, District Ten. I’ve never made my way there but I’ve heard wonderful things,” the lie flows smoothly past his lips. “How grateful you must feel to finally be brought to us.”

Coriolanus would never miss a chance at making anyone District born feel inferior, all the posca he had been drinking making him loose lipped tonight. Indignation made your hands tingle, but you took a deep breath and clenched the glass tighter in your hands to ground you.

“I’m surprised you weren’t assigned there as a Peacekeeper. I suppose wherever the songbird called from you followed,” you replied, taking a demure sip from your glass, relishing in the way his jaw tensed. You knew who he was, his story with Lucy Gray Baird. Victoriosa had heard it all from a friend and had no qualms in passing the gossip down to you. If he was going to throw thinly veiled insults you’d have to show him you wouldn’t take them lying down.

“There’s that famous Lupus bite I’ve heard about,” he grins, taking a step closer to you. The scent of roses fills your nose, the sudden proximity to him making a blush rise up your neck. His hand reached out, moving to push a piece of hair behind your ear but the moment was broken when Victoriosa called out for you, pointing to your father who was making his way out the doors.

“If you’ll excuse me it’s time for me to get home. I’m sure our paths will cross again,” you murmured softly, dipping your head in farewell. Coriolanus stepped back with a slight bow, eyes never straying from your figure as you sauntered away. Oh yes, like two stars crossing in the night sky, you would meet again. Coriolanus would make sure of it.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #tbosas

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riddlerosehearts · 4 months

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thinking about how people who watch the emperor's new groove and somehow come out of it shipping pacha and kuzco, or thinking yzma only became evil when kuzco fired her and that she would've been a better ruler than him, are both so wrong in so many different ways and are also missing one of the things that i absolutely love about the movie. which is that, the way i see it, pacha and yzma are counterparts. as parental figures to kuzco.

like, just to get this out of the way first, yzma was a dismissive asshole to a peasant whose family was starving. and yeah, if kuzco had been in her place he definitely would've also done that, which... is why she would not be a better ruler than him. she'd just be the same because they're both horrible people in the exact same ways. her reaction to being fired is to plot murder, and as soon as his funeral is over she sets everyone to work on replacing paintings of kuzco with paintings of herself and covering the palace with imagery that makes it clear that it's all about her now. i'm not even sure why this is a discussion tbh.

and also, kuzco is literally a teenager. he's barely 18 years old. source: in the movie, yzma says at his funeral that kuzco was "taken from us so tragically on the very eve of his eighteenth birthday." she also claims in the movie to have "practically raised" him, to which kronk replies "yeah, you'd think he would've turned out better". and sure, she could be exaggerating, but what evidence do we have that she is? we learn absolutely nothing of his parents, who are never mentioned even once in the movie, or of anyone else who could've raised him, and she's his advisor who for some reason sees no problem with attending to royal duties in his place. most likely because she's his regent. also, i'm not exactly a fan of the sequel tv series "the emperor's new school" but it does have something that backs up my point: kuzco is revealed to be an orphan and just before his father went and got lost at sea, he asked yzma (who was also his advisor) to take care of kuzco if anything happened to him. so, yeah, the writers who worked on the series clearly thought that yzma genuinely did raise kuzco, and nothing in the movie contradicts this.

and i find the idea of her being his only parental figure for pretty much his whole childhood incredibly interesting because, and this also goes back into why she wouldn't be a better ruler than him--she mirrors him as a reflection of what would've become of him if he'd never met pacha. they're both incredibly arrogant, power-hungry, selfish, and cruel, with a tendency to blame their problems on everyone but themselves. yzma was even originally going to have her own reprise of kuzco's theme song "perfect world", which i really wish had been kept:

[ID: Lyrics that read:

I'Il be the sovereign queen of the nation And the chicest chick in creation I'm the cat with all the cream and ooh-la-la This deadly concentration Will put an end to my frustration Now this perfect world begins and ends with moi

What's my name? Yzma, Yzma, Yzma Yzma (what's my name?) Yzma, Yzma (What'd you say?) Yzma (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) Yzma. End ID]

(this song can be fully heard in "the sweatbox", the documentary about the making of the movie, and is also on youtube btw)

anyway, i'm sure yzma would not exactly have been the most nurturing or hands-on guardian, especially given that she and kuzco don't exactly treat each other like family. but it makes a lot of sense to think that her behavior influened kuzco's throughout the years. and for the entire movie, she remains determined to kill him. when he tries to reason with her and admits that he should've been nicer, she says the same thing to him that he originally said when he fired her. she never grows or changes and in the end, she hurts the one person who was willing to stand by her (and even then, kronk had never fully been on board with her plan) and he ends up trying to crush her with a chandelier. kuzco on the other hand is able to realize the error of his ways, come to regret who he was in the past, and start taking steps toward being a better person. his theme song gets a reprise where it's changed from a song about one person being the center of the world to a Power Of Friendship song. why? because, as i've already mentioned, he has pacha.

pacha, who similarly to both yzma and kuzco is in a position of authority as the leader of the village but unlike either of them is gentle and humble. who isn't afraid to stand up to kuzco and be honest with him even though he's the emperor, who agrees to take him back to the palace but has no obligation to be so helpful, kind, and caring toward him--and just about every reason not to be--and still chooses to be anyway. pacha who is 45 years old (also stated in the sweatbox documentary) and can see that kuzco is practically still a kid, not a single day over 18, who has time to grow and change. pacha, who already has a wife and two kids with another on the way, but practically treats kuzco like one of his own. who acknowledges that if kuzco dies all his problems will be gone and then still worries about him and goes out of his way to rescue him after he wanders into the jungle. who sees kuzco shivering at night and covers him with his poncho, who carries him when he's genuinely too weak to keep walking, who refuses to give up on him even after repeatedly being betrayed by him because he believes there's good in everyone.

also, while yzma ends up repeating kuzco's harsh words of dismissal as she tells him of her plans to kill him, kuzco had previously repeated pacha's words that "nobody's that heartless" after he saved pacha's life. and as the movie progresses kuzco and pacha's relationship becomes more and more equal and is constantly contrasted by moments of yzma being cruel and unappreciative of kronk's kindness. a good example of this is how kronk is constantly being forced to carry yzma everywhere on his back while yzma literally walks all over him and steps on his hands when she gets down, whereas when pacha briefly carries kuzco after the latter collapses he tells him he'll have to walk the rest of the way later and kuzco doesn't even protest.

idk if i'm even explaining well what i'm trying to say here. but basically, if yzma actually raised kuzco and contributed to his current behavior, then she and pacha both are figures who guided him and helped him grow. only yzma helped him become the tyrant that he was at the start of the movie, who was selfish and callous and saw everyone else as beneath him. whereas pacha helped him see the value in being selfless and considerate of others. and in the end, yzma is stuck as a cat and nobody is concerned about her. kronk has found a new job that makes him genuinely happy, while kuzco has decided to build a hut on the hill next to pacha's and effectively joined his family. in the sweatbox documentary it's even mentioned that chicha and the kids were at risk of being removed from the film, but it was decided that they needed to be there because having just pacha as a single guy who lived alone wasn't interesting enough--kuzco needed to go from having basically an empty world where he had nobody to being able to come together with pacha's whole family. and i just think that's incredibly satisfying and beautiful. it also leads up to one of the few things i really do enjoy about the emperor's new school, which is the fact that during the show kuzco moves in with pacha and chicha and pretty explicitly thinks of them as basically his parents while he's like a son to them.

idk. i feel like my mind went in a million different directions while i was writing all this. but i guess i just think that for all of the praise the emperor's new groove gets for its comedy and for how hilarious yzma and kronk in particular are as a duo, the movie also has a lot of genuine heart that gets overlooked. kuzco's character growth and his unique dynamic with pacha is, for me, really what elevates the movie from just a funny movie that i like to one of my favorite disney movies. and i wish more people appreciated that aspect of it and saw it as a found family story in the same way that treasure planet, brother bear, and lilo and stitch are all found family stories.

#disney #the emperor's new groove #help i wrote a whole essay about this movie #and i didn't even mention how much i love the way kuzco's home life is contrasted with pacha's #ugh. they have one of the most interesting and unique dynamics ever in a disney movie. i love them #love how kuzco gets away from yzma's toxic influence by way of accidentally being adopted #by the guy whose village he almost destroyed for a theme park #they're ENEMIES to FOUND FAMILY.... sobs #kuzco #pacha #yzma #kronk

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somanyratsinthewalls · 1 month

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Curiosity Killed the Cat (+18)

Pairing: Massacre Soldier Killer x Female Reader

WC: 2600

Summary: You’ve never seen Killer without his mask. It’s a secret that you can’t help but need to be a part of. Your curiosity gets the best of you and Killer catches you peeping.

TW: !SMUT PURE SELF INDULGENT SMUT! Porn with VERY LITTLE plot! fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, filthy talk, praise kink good girl etc, size difference. it's just porn.

**Minors DNI!!! 18+ only!!***

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You had been with the Kid Pirates for half a year now and during these six months you’ve learned the inner workings of the crew and the Victoria Punk herself. You knew that the best place to take a nap was in the storeroom next to the kitchen. You knew that Heat and Wire have had a game of Dungeons and Dragons going on for the past 6 years and they play every Friday evening. You knew that Killer hated when you left food on your plate at the end of a meal claiming that “a girl needs her strength.” You knew that every morning at 10:00 AM sharp, Captain Kid would render the ship’s only bathroom unusable for at least the next hour.

There was something that was still a mystery to you.

You had never seen Killer without his mask.

It was something you had wondered about ever since you first met the crew’s first mate. Was he horrifically ugly? Maybe covered in scars? Why did he hide himself from the world? He was always the kindest to you of all the Kid Pirates, making sure you were fed and had supplies you needed when you first joined the crew. Your crude captain left a lot to be desired in terms of intelligent conversation, but in contrast, Killer would inquire about the book you were reading or if you needed a late night snack.

Tonight you were drawn into the kitchen by the delicious smell of garlic and onions being sautéed in oil and butter. You enter the galley and can’t help but flit over to the stove where Killer was diligently working. You lean over the pot of boiling pasta water and the steam feels nice on your dry, salt-worn skin.

“Mmmmm, smells so yummy, Kil!” He was nearly a foot taller than you, so it was easy to sneak in-between him and the stove to get a better whiff of his decadent culinary creations.

You feel his massive chest behind you vibrate as he chuckles.

“Thank you, little one. I hope you’re hungry.”

*SLAM*

“Hey, that shit smells good!” Kid exclaims as he barrels into the kitchen, slightly drunk already. Killer whips his head around to look at his captain. You take this moment to lean your head back and try to peek under the gap between his chin and his mask. You strain your eyes but all you can see is darkness. Your efforts are quickly thwarted as Killer returns his attention to the stove to stir the pasta.

“Are you making that thing I like? The spaghetti cars banana?” Kid asks as he takes a sip of his beer.

Killer sighs.

“Carbonara. It’s carbonara, for the last fucking time.” Killer looks down at you. “Dinner’s almost ready, why don’t you wait at the table?”

You smile up at him, searching the holes in his mask for any clue at his expression. You nod and proceed to set the dining table for the evening meal.

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After you had your fill of wine and pasta (making sure to gesture to Killer and show him your clean plate to which he gives you a playful thumbs up), you decided you’d treat yourself to a hot bath. You were sure that the rest of the crew would spend the rest of the night drinking themselves stupid so you could enjoy a quiet bath in peace.

You stroll into the bathroom with your towel and lay it next to the tub. You put the plug in and get the hot water started. You search the cabinets for some sort of bubble bath, but end of having to settle on an unmarked bottle of body wash. You pour the soap into the bath and white, fluffy bubbles start to form on the surface of the water.

Once the tub was full, you shut off the water and stripped yourself of your filthy, ocean-smelling clothes. You step into the steaming water one foot at a time and gently lower yourself into the bathtub. As soon as you’re settled with your head leaning against the edge of the tub you release a deep sigh.

After a few minutes of soaking, you find yourself almost drifting off. The doorknob clicking open snapped you out of your daze. The wooden bathroom door creaked open and Killer stepped inside the bathroom.

You instinctively cover your breasts with your hands, but it goes unnoticed by the intruder who went straight for the sink and counter on the opposite side of the room. You realize that he hasn’t even noticed your presence so you hold your breath, not wanting to startle or upset him. He stands at the sink for a moment with his hands gripping the counter.

He then raises his hands and reaches for the back of his head.

Oh my god. He was taking his mask off.

You were paralyzed, breath caught in your chest, eyes locked on the golden locks spilling from behind the mask. He leans down and pulls the mask off and leaves it on the counter to his right. You involuntarily slap your hand over your mouth in surprise.

You eyes are fixed on the bathroom mirror when you see a pair of angled, sharp blue eyes staring back at you in it.

“I know you’re there, little one.”

You gasp. You still can’t move, stuck staring into those enchanting eyes. The only other things you could see were worn white bandages and messy blonde hair cascading from atop his head.

“Come on out now… I want to show you something.” Killer says without turning around.

You were mesmerized by his sweet voice, so you obeyed and stood up and stepped out of the tub. You dried off quickly and wrapped your towel around your torso before Killer interrupted you.

“You won’t need that. Leave it. Come here.”

You drop the towel and hesitantly approach the man at the sink, his muscles rippling in his back through his blue tee shirt.

“Jump up here. I want you to help me take the bandages off.” Killer pats the counter to his left.

You were frozen in place and your eyes were glued to the floor, so anxious about seeing his face.

“Be a good girl and listen. Up.” Killer pats the counter again, more forcefully this time.

“Yes, Kil…” You squeak and turn around and use the heels of your hands to pull yourself up onto the counter. You still would’t look up.

“It’s ok… you can look…” Killer puts his hand over yours as it rested on the counter. You slowly raise your head and see a face covered in bandages, the only parts exposed being a thick pair of dark plum lips and those piercing eyes you saw staring at you from the mirror. You suck in a breath.

“Here..” Killer pulls your hand and places one of the edges of the bandage in it and helped you begin to unravel it. With each pass of your hand across his face, Killer strokes up and down your bare thigh, causing you to open your legs involuntarily.

With no sounds other than your own heavy breathing, you finally reveal Killer’s face. You gasp as you pull your hand to back your chest. He was so beautiful. His bright eyes such a contrast against his olive tanned skin. His chin was chiseled and his nose was pointed so sharply. You also notice faint scars littering his cheeks, similar to the ones on his left arm. You didn’t care, he was still handsome to you.

“Killer… you’re… so pretty…” You reach a hand up and gingerly touch his cheek. He smiles softly. You curse him silently for keeping that smile from you for so long. He laughs and nuzzles into your hand.

“Not as pretty as you, little one. Will you let me see you, too?”

“W-what do you mean?” You question.

“Put your legs up, spread yourself for me.” He states as he starts bending your knees to place your feet on the counter at your sides, widely exposing your most intimate area to him. You feel blush fill your cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“Mmm… now that’s pretty…” Killer coos as he slides his huge hand down your inner thigh to stroke up and down your slit with his thumb, sticky slick coating his digit. You find yourself shivering in anticipation under his touch. He begins focusing his movements on your clit as he rubs it in agonizingly slow circles, working you up at a painful pace.

You can’t do anything but pant heavily and stare at his hand caressing your naked sex.

“Look at me.” Killer demands. You oblige and look up at his exposed face. Your mouth hangs open as you keep his gaze, his rough thumb on your clit driving your crazy.

“Killer…” You whimper up at him.

“You’re so wet, sweet girl. So ready to get stretched out, hmm?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.

You nod dumbly without breaking eye contact.

Killer plunges two large fingers into your soaked hole and immediately curls them up into your spot.

“Shit, Kil!” You cry out and grab his bicep with one hand, supporting yourself on your other palm. He pulls and tugs his fingers repeatedly inside of you while grinding the base of his hand into your clit.

“I can’t hold it! I’m gonna! Fuck, Killer!” You whine loudly as you feel the coil in your belly tighten dangerously. You slam your eyes shut and grab onto his arm with both hands, leaning forward into him for support.

“That’s good little one, hold onto me, just let go for me…”

“OH FUCK!” You cry out and fluids spray out of your body onto both Killer and the bathroom floor. Your core squeezes and spasms, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Killer helps you through your orgasm by whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Slumped over into his shoulder, Killer removes his fingers from your core and scoops you up in one arm off the counter.

“You did such a good job, cumming so nicely for me. Think you can take my cock now?” Killer asks as he hikes you up in his grip, forcing you to look at him again.

“Yes, I want it, please…” You say softly, still coming down from your previous high.

“Perfect.” Killer chuckles and turns to carry you to the table that you usually used for folding laundry. He lays your naked, flushed form gently down on the surface of the table and rips his shirt over his head. He quickly unbuckles his belt and shuffles his jeans down his legs and steps out of them. His huge dick bobs in your direction, uncut tip red and leaking.

“It… it’s not gonna fit…” You breath out as you stare in awe at his member while sitting up on your elbows.

Killer grins again and steps between your spread legs, slapping his cock on your abdomen, showing exactly how deep it was supposed to go inside of you. You audibly whimper at the thought.

“Sweetheart… you like being a good girl, right?” He coos down at you, his massive frame eclipsing most of the light in the room. He rubs soothing circles into your hip with his hand.

“Mhmm…” You sheepishly nod.

“So you’re gonna lay there and take this whole cock in that tight little cunt of yours like a good girl, hmm?” He teases as he pulls back and guides his tip to rub up and down on your clit.

“Mmmmhmmmm” You whine and buck your hips up into his touch. Killer uses this permission to press his heavy cockhead into your soaked opening. Inch by inch he splits your body open, the stretch causing you to moan out.

“That’s right, little one… feels good, doesn’t it?” Killer reaches up a huge palm to squeeze and pinch your sensitive nipple.

“Fuck, Kil! So full!” You squeeze your eyes shut and try to relax on his giant member.

“Oh, my sweet baby, I’m not even all the way in yet!” Killer gives you a sinister laugh. He takes his opportunity to push his hips flush against yours and your writhe and cry from the sensation. You had never been this full in your life, he was truly stuffing you to your limits and it felt so good. He rubs your clit with one hand as he pulls back out, groaning lowly as he feels your cunt desperately cling to him and try to suck his member back in.

Killer begins thrusting his hips, keeping most of himself sheathed deep inside of your walls and his hand gripped your waist to pull you back into him with each thrust.

“Ah!” You moan and whine, grabbing and scratching at Killer’s broad chest as he molds your insides to the shape of his cock. You could barely breath, the man inside of you so large that you felt like he was in your chest. Killer speeds up his ministrations on your swollen clit.

“Come on sweetheart… I feel you squeezing me, you’re close again…” Killer picks up the pace of his thrusts and you shriek out at the force of his hips slamming into your ass and thighs. “Fucking give it to me!” Killer presses harder into your clit and you scream and explode for the second time that night, for the first time on his cock.

Tears were now freely flowing down your red cheeks and you could no longer form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. You were a babbling, bouncing mess being speared by Killer’s massive girth. You were so dick drunk that your eyes were rolling back in your head.

“More, more, more, more!” You slur out from your helpless state, spread out on the laundry table.

“What a greedy little pussy… so fucked out and you want more? Want me to fill you, my sweet girl? Make sure you feel me for days…” Killer punctuated his last sentence with a push to your lower stomach.

“Uh huh! Kil, please! Cum inside!” You try to nod your head but the force of Killer’s strokes made it nearly impossible.

“Hnnnggg…” Killer slams his hips deep into yours and blows his heavy load into your wet, waiting walls. He leans down and buries his head in the crook of your neck as his cock still twitches inside of you. As his orgasm subsides, he sighs and slowly pulls out of your spent cunt, leaving a heavy stream of semen to pour out of your hole. He holds himself up above your head and looks down at you and smiles.

You smile back. You lift a shaky hand and cup his cheek.

“It’s you…” You whisper as he gazes affectionately into your eyes.

“It is me. And you’re mine now.” Killer says. Before he pushes himself off the table and grabs your towel to wrap around his waist. After fastening the towel securely he grabs you by your sides off the table and throws your nude body over his shoulder. He carries you out of the bathroom, presumably to his bedroom.

“What the fuck Killer?” Kid calls from down the hallway, spotting you both. “Why is y/n naked? What the hell are you doing?”

“Going to enjoy my dessert.” He calls back at his captain.

It was going to be a long night.

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taylorman2274 · 2 months

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Reverse Isekai Genshin Shenanigans

Characters: Gorou, Diona, Fischl & Oz, GN!Reader

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Humor

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Gorou and your pet dog have been getting along recently. I wonder why...?

Content Warning: Gorou Hangout Spoilers

Notes: [D/N] = Dog Name; Gorou can read English presumed.

Gorou was spending the day sitting on the couch and reading a book when your pet dog walks up to him. He barks at him to get his attention.

"Ah, [D/N], I haven't seen you in a while. Would you like to come join me?" He asks, patting the open seat beside him.

[D/N] instead woofs at him.

"Hm? What's that?"

[D/N] woofs a little louder.

"You're hungry? Have you had anything to eat today?"

[D/N] whines softly.

"Well that won't do! I'll go ahead and fill up your food bowl and then I'm going to have a talk with [Y/N] about taking proper care of you."

Gorou gently sets the book down to the side and starts to get up when a loud voice halts his movements.

"Do NOT listen to ANYTHING that LIAR is telling you! I'll let you know that I fed them nearly an hour ago!"

You walked through the doorway and approached [D/N] with a leash in hand.

"Also... Guess who's got an appointment with the vet today~?" You ask with a sickingly sweet smile on your face.

[D/N] barks as loud as he can right to your face and growls lowly afterwards. You look to Gorou and can't help but let out a small chuckle at the mixture of shock and horror on his face.

"What's the matter?" You ask with a smirk. "Did they cuss me out or something?"

"...I never knew such profanity existed..." Gorou shuddered.

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Your best friend gives Diona a bad good idea on how to destroy the alcohol industry.

Content Warning: Diona Lore Spoilers

Notes: [F/N] = Friend Name

You, Diona, and your best friend, [F/N], were currently all sitting at your kitchen table taste testing Diona's latest non-alcoholic concoction. More specifically, only [F/N] was doing the drinking. Diona only wanted to make the drinks and there was no way in hell you were gonna drink anything she makes with the stuff that is put in them, even if you know how good it will taste.

Currently, [F/N] was happily gulping down Diona's latest creation, which only seemed to anger Diona.

"*glug* ... *glug* ... Ah~. This has got to be one of the best drinks I have ever had in my life!" [F/N] proclaims as they slam their empty cup on the table. "What did you say was in this drink, Diona?"

"Grrr... I put a few pieces of cat hair, a whole lemon, a pinecone, and a cockroach I found hiding under the kitchen counter in a blender and then poured all of that into a glass of water." Her hair started to bristle. "Why is it that no matter what disgusting things I put in a drink it's STILL bound to taste delicious?"

You cringed as she listed each ingredient to [F/N] and you expected them to do the same. However, they surprisingly looked deep in thought.

"Hold on... You're saying that ANYTHING you put in the drink is not going to change how good it tastes?"

"YES! Isn't that obvious to y-?"

"So you could put something deadly like poison into the drink and it would be the best tasting death drink you could ever have?" [F/N] interrupted.

"But of course. Even something like poi-" Diona paused. Her ear twitched. Slowly but surely, you could see an evil smile come across her face.

"Did you have to mention that to her?" You sighed.

"Hey, no need to get mad at me. I'm simply supporting her cause." [F/N] smiled with a thumbs up and a wink.

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It seems that Fischl has another side to her that you were previously unaware of.

Content Warnings: Out of Character Fischl, Swearing

Notes: [F/N] = Friend Name

"I'm back! Sorry for being away so long." You called out as you entered your apartment. Surprisingly, there was no response given back. It was quiet.

...Too quiet.

When you first left, you knew that there were two people and a talking raven occupying your apartment. One of which was your best friend, [F/N], who you had told to watch over the others, Fischl and Oz, while you were away. You had also told them to not let them leave the apartment for now, as you could not explain to any strangers why a strange looking girl had a talking raven with her.

You explored your apartment for any signs of life and eventually, you found Fischl and Oz in your bedroom standing next to the closet door. However, you had visited every other room in your apartment and were unable to find [F/N].

"Hey Fischl, do you know where [F/N] is? I couldn't find them anywhere."

Fischl and Oz turned around to look at you.

"Hmph! That mere pitiful human wished to make an enemy out of the Prinzessin. However, my Auge der Verurteilung foresaw their attempt to divert the course of destiny. Thus, I commanded Oz to rid them and their sins from my sight and doom them to waste away in the eternal night."

You raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

Oz decided to speak up next. "I'm afraid Mein Fräulein was challenged by [F/N] to a card game. During the game, Fräulein claimed [F/N] was cheating and thus decided to lock them in your closet.

Your head whipped toward Fischl. "YOU WHAT?!"

"THEY UNO'ED OUT ON AN ARCHON DAMN WILDCARD! THAT'S WHAT THAT FUCKER GETS!!"

You and Oz had your mouth and beak, respectively, agape by Fischl's outburst. After a couple of seconds, Fischl noticed your shocked expressions and recomposed herself.

"Ahem... Apologies. Mein behavior was very uncouth of a Prinzessin."

You heard banging from inside the closet.

"[Y/N]?! Get me out of here! That witch is crazy!!"

You quickly threw yourself between the closet door and Fischl and prayed for a resolution between the two.

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Diona discovers the history behind the 18th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

Content Warning: American History

Notes: Reader is presumed to be from the United States. Diona is also presumed to be able to read English.

You and Diona were at your computer looking up American history. Diona was curious about the would and country you lived in so you decided to try your best to teach her all of the important historical events that you remember learning in school.

However, you made sure to hide all mentions of Genshin Impact on your computer before letting Diona come watch. You didn't want her to have an existential crisis.

The two of you were currently scrolling through the list of amendments in the U.S. constitution and Diona suddenly told you to stop.

"Wait stop! See that one! What does that say?" She asked, slowly inching forward to the screen.

"Ummmm... 'The Eighteenth Amendment is also known as the Prohibition Law. This prohibited the manufacture, sale, or transportation of 'intoxicating liquors.' This essentially meant a ban on alcohol bu-'"

Diona pushed you away from the computer and looked at the screen with sparkles in her eyes.

"WHAT?! NO WAY! THAT'S AWESOME! Looks like Mondstadt could learn a thing or two from your country. Hehehe." She snickered.

You carefully moved your way back in front of the computer. "Maybe. It's unfortunate that it didn't last very long."

Diona looked at you with a serious expression. "...What?"

"You didn't let me finish. 'This essentially meant a ban on alcohol BUT this would lead to the Prohibition Era of bootleg alcohol sales and consumption. The unpopular and ineffective amendment was then repealed by the 21st Amendment.' Essentially, it only lasted 14 years."

Diona was stuttering in shock. "H-huh? W-what? 14 YEARS?? Could everyone not see that they were living in PARADISE?!! UGH!" She crossed her arms. "Those drunkards would do anything to get their hands on alcohol. Who's the idiot that repealed that wonderful amendment in the first place??"

You quickly opened a new tab and searched for the answer. "Umm... Franklin D. Roosevelt was President at the time. But it's really Congress who handles the proposals and ratifying amendments."

Diona threw her hands up. "I don't CARE who handles it. That man should not have let such a thing get past him." Diona pauses for a bit, almost like she was thinking about something. "Unless..." She gasps. "Was he a drunkard himself?!"

You opened another tab. "Ummmm... Kind of?"

"GRRR…! OF COURSE HE WAS! Otherwise he wouldn't let such a thing happen! Looks like this country needs someone responsible to man the helm! Move aside!"

You decided to play along with her for now. You weren't worried about her finding anything inappropriate as long as you were watching over her shoulder.

At first, she searched up innocent things such as "How to run for President", "Can someone of Kätzlein bloodline run for President", and "How to become a U.S. citizen".

It was only when she decided to search for "How to mind control an entire country" that you decided to get her off the computer.

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Author Side Notes: These are just some short stories I thought of in my head. Please don’t take them too seriously.

#genshin impact #genshin reverse isekai #reverse isekai #reverse isekai genshin #genshin gorou #genshin diona #genshin fischl #platonic #platonic genshin x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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strangelittlestories · 5 months

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When the time came that the god of felines was on the last of its 9 lives, it came up with a plan.

The god was not stupid. It knew that trying to cheat death a tenth time would come with a cost - and that the cost would be everything it once was - but the god also didn’t really want to deal with that fact, so continued as if it could cheat death anyway.

Reality had always bent to its whims before, after all. Why shouldn’t it do so again?

The god approached its favourite baker. This baker was a master of their craft: a true carb-wizard, a .gluten grandissimo. You really had to give this baker his flours.

The god entered the bakery and greeted the baker in its customary fashion, by casually knocking a tray of muffins to the floor and then licking one. Then it decided it wasn’t really hungry. Then it had a nap on the ruined muffins. It loved baked goods. It disdained baked goods. Both these things were true.

When it woke, it told the baker of the task that would be required.

The baker knew at once this task would be next to impossible. But the baker also knew, in his heart (that was not truly a heart but actually a cake), that he wanted to try because maybe then the cat would leave his bakery alone.

“What you ask is next to impossible.” Said the baker.

“But will you try?” Said the feline god.

“It’s like I always said.” Said the baker for the first time. “Sourdough or sourdough-not, there is no try.”

“Good.” Said the god.

The god then sadly and quietly coughed up a small hairball. In the hairball gleamed the soul of a deity.

The baker received it in gloved hands (because hygiene is important)

When the god left, he set to work - the hairball was mixed with flour and water and placed in a mason jar in a warm, dark cupboard. For two weeks, the baker sought out rare grains and ground them to feed the mixture - like it was a needy, supernatural child.

Grains grown only in moonlight. Grains that sprouted from the corpses of fairy monarchs. Grains that were ancient, but not in a woo way.

Finally, the mixture was ready. And on that day, the baker heard the news that the god of felines had died a final time.

The baker placed the mixture in a baking tin in the oven and let it bake there for 30 minutes at 220c, before removing the lid and baking it for a further 15 minutes at a reduced heat.

“Rise, my creation! I command ye, rise!” Crooned the baker. “Rise, or I shall have to work out what I did wrong and start over, and that would be a ball-ache. RISE!!!”

When it was ready, he removed the tin from the oven.

The creature that had been a god, but was now something new looked up at him with wide doughy eyes.

“Who am I?”

“I name you Schrodinger, oh risen god.”

“What am I?”

“You are a cat who is both alive … and bread.”

#feghoot #writing #short story #microfiction #flash fiction #WHAT THE FUDGE DID I JUST WRITE

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bloodwrittenballad · 2 years

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The King | Pornstar!Steve Harrington x Porn!StarReader

Summary: Steve Harrington was The King

*Kinda Inspired by Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd*

Warnings: SMUT, oral, crying during sex, afab!reader, both Steve and Reader are bisexual, creampie, spanking, Pornstar!Steve has tattoos, Dom!Steve, Sub!Reader, swearing, praise, dirty talk. DO NOT interact if you are a MINOR. 18+ ONLY.

And here we have it, folks, my most (un)holy creation yet… pornstar!steve. I’ve gotta say, I’m pretty fuckin proud of this fic, I think it’s one of my favorites and I hope it’s one of yours too. Who knows, maybe Pornstar!Steve will become a recurring character?

The heat of the lights were nothing compared to the heat in between your legs, the dripping of your cunt leaking all over the kitchen counter top. Your costar, Steve, one of the industry’s most profound actors, sat between your legs. His tongue reaching and exploring places no one has ever been able to before.

Your nails scratched against the counter, looking for something, anything, to hold you to the earth while he sent you to cloud nine. Back arched like a cat, you moaned and whined passionately, his groans of pure pleasure hitting deep inside of your throbbing core.

“Fuck,” you cried and instinctively squeezed your thighs around his head. He hummed a laugh at how needy you were, the way your already soaking wet cunt was dripping, in a way he has never seen before.

“That feel good, baby?” Steve asked, his golden brown eyes blown away with lust, a cheeky glint held inside them. He fucking knew you felt good, after all, Steve Harrington was The King. Men and women all throughout the industry had nothing but the upmost praise for him, for his glorious and delicious mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” you said in a high pitched whine. Stars danced in your eyes, or maybe that was the studio lighting, either way you were about to burst. Each lick, suck, flick of his hot and rough tongue on your clit brought you closer to your desperate release

Steve’s smile could be felt between your thighs, as he worked you up and beyond that glorious threshold of pleasure. “Then come, baby. Come on my tongue,”

It hit you like a tidal wave, literally. A splash of wet, intoxicating cum sprayed Steve’s face, his tongue still at a relentless pace as he worked you through your world shifting orgasm. “Holy shit,” he swore.

His swollen lips finally pulled away from your aching core, a rush of cold air hitting in between your thighs once he fully stood up and towered over you. His tall, naked glory in front of you, looking like a fucking God

Steve’s toned chest was covered in a layer of dark hair, which was one of his most critically acclaimed physical features. He kept every inch of hair, wether it was from the top of his head or… lower, very neat.

The sight of his v-line, with the happy trail and all, made your mouth water. His hard cock, which was red at the tip and oozing with precum, had you all but writhing upon the cool slab of stone countertop.

Steve watched with heavy eyes, noticing the hungry look you had on your face, mouth open and panting. Your tongue darted out and swiped over your lower lip, the drippy pink smudging your sparkly lipgloss.

He leaned forward in a rush, capturing your mouth on his, his own tongue diving deep inside of you once more. Your eyes widened, you could taste yourself on his lips, tangy but also sweet. That’s not what caught you off guard, however. You’ve tasted yourself before on many other people, but it was mostly because they’d stuff their fingers in your mouth and throat.

You were known to not be much of a kisser, your mouth usually being used for “better” things, but Steve’s bold and rather unscripted kiss had you sweltering in heat. A rush of wet hitting your thighs, this was one of the best you’ve ever had. Or, he was.

The prop countertop became to slippery you almost flew forward, yelping into his mouth, but his big and hard body kept you upright. One hand on your upper back for support, the other was right above your ass.

He squeezed, making you moan, breaking away from the impromptu make out session. Your lips were so puffy, your eyes blown wide as you looked up at him and said, “I need your cock.” Dragged out in a whine.

Steve huffed out his own needy, aching, whine. But he covered it with a laugh, “Yeah?” He says teasingly, “Yeah,” you moan, pretty much breathlessly. “Where do you want it?” He whispered and growled, licking a strip of your ear as he moved his hands up and down.

He explored your body, the tattooed muscle dipping between your curves and everything your beautiful body had to offer him. His gaze caught itself on your chest, taking in the way your breasts sat so prettily.

Steve didn’t waste a moment taking one of your rock hard nipples into his mouth, the sharp gasp you let out, hands gripping onto the countertop for dear life. It felt so good, he felt so good. He hasn’t even used his cock on you yet, and you already felt fucked out.

“Please, please,” you panted and pawed at his shoulders. “Gotta have your cock.” Upon hearing that, Steve’s lips departed from your nipple with a pop. You almost cried when you saw the string of drool connecting his mouth and your breast.

He saw it too, and fuck, did it spur him on. Within seconds, he had his cock aligned with your entrance, he couldn’t wait to feel you. He’s heard all about you, also from both men and women from the industry. Mostly from his good friend, Robin, you and her having worked together multiple times now.

Ever since then it’s been like a fantasy, a dream, to work with you. He had to pinch himself throughout the day to make sure he wasn’t imagine this, that he really truly was getting the million dollar chance to work with you. He felt like the luckiest person alive.

With a look that went deep inside your eyes and into your very soul, Steve wordlessly asked you if you were still okay. You nodded, giving him the green light to go ahead and fuck you. He took, and he did.

His cock entered you with great fervor, both of you letting out loud moans. Your legs wrapped around Steve’s hips, keeping you steady as he fucked into your sopping wet and tight cunt. “Jesus Christ,”

You threw your head back, arching and writhing like a person possessed. “God damn, baby. Knew this cunt would be tight, but I didn’t imagine this. You’ve got me like a fuckin vice, so wet and tight.” Steve greatly praised you, or… maybe he was mocking you. Either way, you felt amazing. He was reaching places inside of you no one else ever has, his cock hitting perfectly.

His speed was relentless, your already sensitive and sore body was on a different astral plane, you even forgot that this was just strictly work and this was not an every day thing. You fucking wish it would be.

“Fuck,” tears began to stream down your hot cheeks, and you couldn’t help but love it. The stars began to cloud your vision again, dancing above the two of you as you worked yourselves closer and closer to release. “You close again?” Steve asked, his voice dipping in a low tease as he said the word “again”

His “King Steve” persona, while at times incredibly hot and somewhat endearing, was also apparently a huge pain in the ass. Him being a household name went to his head at times, it seemed, but hey you had to hand it to him… he did truly live up to the title.

You rolled your eyes at his attitude, but played it off as a look of pleasure. After all, you had to sell it. And fuck, would you. Little did you know, was that after you two uploaded this, all hell would break loose and your audiences wouldn’t be able to get enough of the two of you together. They’d be begging for more…

Much like you were right now, so close to letting go, legs tightening around his hips and forcing him to move closer. If that was possible, he was already so close and deep inside you. His dark pubic hair teased and tickled your skin, but it also burned. The rough and intense rubbing of skin on skin, felt delicious.

Mouth hung open, your hands had switched from their place and the cold counter, to his back. You clung for dear life, nails digging into his tender skin and dragging down until they rested above his ass.

You bit your lip to hold back a smirk when an idea passed through your somewhat foggy mind, and you went with it. Slapping the skin, his ass jiggled slightly and he tensed, and his movement stopped abruptly.

You couldn’t help the needy clench around his cock, so close to letting go. Steve’s tattooed hand reached up to grab your chin and look you straight in your eyes, feeling how desperate you were. You gulped nervously when you saw the dark fire in his eyes.

Then, within a flash, you were off of your sitting position on the counter and instead being bent over it. You gasped, shocked by his actions and by the cold of the stone on your stomach and breasts.

Your knees hit the baseboards of the cabinets, but you didn’t even have time to think about it or care, his cock slamming back inside of you. “Dirty, dirty.” Steve tutted, “I knew you were a little minx, but I didn’t know it was this bad.” He said, your mind hazy.

You loved being talked to like this, it drove you over the edge every time. He could feel your cunt and how it clenched, one of his rough hands landed a harsh slap on your ass, the other in your hair as it tugged. “How does that feel, huh? You like getting slapped?”

Safe to say, yes. Yes, you absolutely fucking did.

“I’m gonna- fuck I’m, ah!” You moaned and held on to the counter, like your life depended on it. Steve’s pace began to get sloppier, you knew he was close too. “Cum with me, baby.” He encouraged, “cum on my cock, while I cum in this pussy.” And you did.

You came hard, earth shattering pleasure raining down of the both of you, as his cum filled you to the brim. He waited for a signal from the director, before he pulled away and twisted you back around. He spread your legs open and stepped to the side, so the camera man could get a close up of your ruined, cum covered cunt. You panted and moaned when you felt Steve’s fingers swirling around your pussy.

He tapped the camera man’s shoulder with his free hand and got him to turn the camera up to your face, before Steve’s cum covered fingers were stuffed in your mouth. You moaned tiredly, heavy eyes stare straight ahead at the camera, licking his fingers clean, until the red light is turned off. “Good work,”

You were both congratulated, and handed robes. Steve all too quickly for your liking put his on, smirking when he saw you looking. “Still can’t get enough, huh?” He teased. “Oh hush,” you said as you slipped the robe over your hot, sweaty body.

“It was really great getting to work with you,” Steve said earnestly, you smiled and felt the heat creep of from your thighs to your neck. “Hopefully we can do it again sometime,” he winked. “Now don’t get too hopeful, Harrington. I’m not so sure you can handle me more than once,” you mocked. Steve let out a chuckle, “Oh, I wouldn’t say that if I were you,”

Steve teased, “you might regret it someday…” He whispered in your ear, before backing away and walking towards his own green room. Leaving you there with shaking legs, a newfound rush of lust, and an extreme hope that there would be a someday.

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jungle-angel · 5 months

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The Bookworms' Nest: Part 2 (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Even over the holiday break, you and Bob always find a way to make your home your own cozy nest and prep for a lesson in between

Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of pregnancy etc.

Tagging:@bobfloydsbabe

You hummed along to the Christmas music playing from the little bluetooth speaker in the kitchen as you set up all of yours and Bob's Christmas decorations. Auggie lay right next to you on his little sleeping cushion, wriggling and stretching his arms and legs and his coos reaching your ears.

"Pumpkin for the last time, OUT!" Bob thundered from the home library.

With a cheeky little meow, you spotted your black cat trotting out from the library with the usual amount of neon pink sticky notes still stuck to her fur as Bob wheeled the chalkboard out of the library and into the living room.

"Still taking notes?" you chuckled.

Bob rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm telling you (y/n), The Silmarillion is almost IMPOSSIBLE to dissect," he said. "How the hell are we supposed to do a main lesson on this?"

"I've been asking myself that same question since the beginning of the lesson block," you chuckled.

Bob let out a loud, annoyed groan and rolled his eyes. "Can we at least do a practice run with it?"

"Bob we're on vacation until January," you laughed. "You really wanna focus on that right now?"

"Baby I just wanna keep the skills sharp," Bob answered.

You were about to say something when Auggie began to whimper and Pumpkin began meowing as she curled around the baby's little sleeping cushion. "Well, somebody's hungry," you chuckled.

"The boob or the bottle?" Bob asked you.

"Bottle's in the fridge, just needs to be warmed up."

In a flash he was off and returned a minute later. "C'mon buddy, I've gotcha," Bob said to Auggie, carefully lifting him into the curve of his elbow before Auggie eagerly latched onto the bottle and sucked it back.

Bob smiled at the tiny little baby in his arms, his face half hidden by both the bottle and the white Irish knit blanket that had once been Bob's when he had been that little. You and Bob of course had considered your students at school to be like your own kids, so when you had found out that you were pregnant with Auggie, it was almost as though sixteen other teenagers were gaining a baby brother.

You took a break from setting up the decorations to throw another log into the fireplace, the flames crackling as it spat embers and sparks up the chimney, but oh was the house toasty and warm as ever. You began putting out some of the little needle-felted snowmen, gnomes, fairies and figurines that you and some of the kindergarten and preschool teachers had made for the Christmas and Yuletide fair at school. Of course Bob's favorite was always the little Celtic Santa in his green robes and twisting, knotty staff that Bob's Meemaw had made long before he was born.

"Shhhhh, my little lovebug," he whispered, gently patting Auggie's back. "Go back to sleep, it's cold out and Momma and Daddy need to do their thing too."

Bob very carefully placed Auggie back onto his sleeping cushion but Auggie's whimpers still didn't cease until Bob gently placed his hand on his son's little belly, calming him in an instant.

"What?" he asked when he saw the look on your face.

"Bob......?"

"Ah! Hold it, you remember what Doctor Zimmer said," Bob informed you. "She specifically said no sex for six weeks after birth."

You mouthed a curse which had Bob both smiling and wiggling his eyebrows. "Alright, I'll put him upstairs for a nap and then we can get down to business," you said.

As soon as Auggie had been brought upstairs and tucked into his warm nest of a crib in his nursery, you were back downstairs to finish decorating and help Bob with his lecture.

"Alright babes," he said, finally having finished wiping down the chalkboard with a wet rag. "What's the first part of the book?"

"Ainulindalë, the creation of Eä and the birth of the Valar," you answered.

Bob drew in a breath and let it out. "You ready for this marathon?" he chuckled.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you laughed.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #teacher!bob floyd #teacher!bob x teacher!reader

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betterbemeta · 4 months

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I feel like some things in the Jurassic World movies are actually a step backward in the science-fiction zone from Jurassic Park III. I think that was the one where it was revealed that the raptors had a 'language' and complex communication that implied not just 'intelligence' but 'sapience'-- and I understand that some people felt this jumped the shark a little.

(yes I know its a dream sequence, SHUT UP, they went there,)

But I remember seeing it when I was little and it made perfect sense to follow the original beats of how the raptors were scary in previous movies because they could interact with human environments like doors. They could use deception, 'tactics' and could not easily be contained.

If you're implying that these are beings that can reason, and further acting as if this reasoning ability is more threatening than the reasoning ability of a chimpanzee or something, then you're not afraid of 'what' is hunting you, but 'who.'

And that they could have reasons beyond being hungry bloodthirsty animals to be aggressive toward you.

That you have imprisoned 'people' and not 'animals' or even 'beneath animals' (creatures that have no natural existence, creations, toys, etc.)

But there's something disappointing to me about the stuff with Blue and Chris Pratt and all of that. It feels more like the fantasy of an animal tamer at a circus who has mastery of dangerous creatures (something that most modern circuses have cut) than it feels like a relationship with an intelligent creature capable of complex communication.

(Tell me how this is different from the image of a 'lion tamer' with a chair between him and his 'beasts?')

It doesn't even feel like the level of communication that you should be having with your dog, or cat. But the raptors of course obey Chris Pratt's fantasy expertise and fantasy rules surrounding their social behaviors because the point is to depict Chris's character as skillful. 'The right way to approach raptors' is whatever the writers want it to be, unlike real dogs, cats, horses, bears, big cats, etc.

In reality, there are a lot of failed 'animal whisperers' out there, hucksters that fake being an animal behaviorist to impose fantasy-like rules on animals while abusing them, and dominance-based trainers who get sued for animal abuse if they aren't attacked by the animals first.

The Jurassic World movies seem to mitigate this idea with that the raptors are not natural creatures (but living 'in the wild' seems to be a conclusion for at least one of them?) and that they vary in intelligence level, with Blue being the most intelligent. My issue with this is that complex communication required for coordination also requires multiple parties that understand it. Why aren't the raptors basically having constant misunderstandings between their differing mentalities, or misunderstanding their handler who doesn't seem to vary his approach between them?

Basically my point is. The place Jurassic Park was going, it was fine. You made Frankenstein's Monsters, classic sci-fi dilemma. It kind of sucks that they downgraded Dinosaur Frankensteins into... the emotional replacement for circus animals in the modern day when we know dancing bears and elephants aren't ethical. However 'cool' they are on their own, that type of creature in a narrative is there to demonstrate the bravery of their 'tamer' and any 'trust' the animal has with that tamer is just the same. It's not about any creature actually making its own decisions, let alone a highly intelligent one.

It doesn't really matter that Jurassic World movies try to have it both ways, with some lip service to 'respecting' the raptors, and sometimes other dinosaurs, showing the antagonists being 'disrespectful' by contrast. If we continued the themes from JPIII, the type of 'respect' that is supposedly the 'good' position, is not the kind of respect you'd want to give to a person.

#jurassic park #jurassic world #critical #disappointments I have #sci fi downgraded in favor of circus tricks I guess #long post #dinosaurs

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a field guide specifically about the creation of the clans and stories about the early clans would have been SO COOL but no we spend an arc with clear sky

on that note tho are there any cool legends the clans share about the beginning of the clans in BB?

If the writers go 5 minutes without saying Clear Sky smells nice they will die

COOL LEGENDS BB!CATS HAVE ABOUT THE DAWN ERA:

Generally, stories from this time are heavily mythologized. It is the era of legends and high fantasy, with its founders being remembered as abstractions more than real cats.

So ideally I'd love to tell arcs where every appearance of the founders in StarClan is like seeing angels. Monstrous, powerful beings that are more elemental than feline. Then, suddenly, you get to go back and see them before their appearances were twisted by generations of fantasy.

The Red Squirrels and the Gray Squirrels (Pishkaf om Chakchak) A ThunderClan myth, especially popular after the exile of SkyClan. The story goes that the wretched gray squirrels once decided to persecute the humble red squirrels. So the red squirrels appealed to Thunderstar to save them, but Skystar decreed that might makes right, and refused to manage the gray squirrels in his territory. It's treated as a kitten story, a parable about the importance of managing one's territory and defending things with low threat level.

Bumble Mumble and the Rogue of Rot The Clan cat version of a tower of babel story. It's the story of an unnamed rogue who steals the kittens of Turtle Heart and Bumble Mumble, killing Turtle Heart in the process. In response, Bumble lets out a mournful wail that strips the Rogue's words away and scrambles language forever.

Sun Shadow Steals the Sun The story of One Eye's defeat, slowly morphed into a cute tale about why you can't stare at the sun. The legend goes that One Eye was unbeatable, wearing a pelt that could not be scratched, even as all the founders united to defeat him. Sun Shadow realized that the only thing that could defeat him was the power within him, and so he challenged him to "show all of his might." Through this, his flesh was burned, but he gained a power above all. He guards this now as the sun itself, but would have to give it up to the next person who defeats him in a staring contest. So don't look!

Snake Claw's Serpents Newest one I'm still working on; but once upon a time, in his hatred of serpents, Snake Claw slew all of them from the deadliest adder down to the most defenseless slowworm. But without snakes to fear coming into their burrows, all the prey hid there, and all the cats of the Clans went hungry. He begged StarClan to return the serpents, and they agreed-- but he would need to craft them again, from memory. He spun his hate into love, but each one still came out endearingly wonky. It's why a grass snake has no venom, a slowworm's tail can fall off, and some adders are green. And most importantly, it is why "Snakes" (serpent in Clanmew, "Sis") have scales despite being "Worms." He forgor.

That last one's still changing though, I think it's very cute but I also want to make sure to put Snake as a character rework before the fun legend I want him to have, lmao.

#Snake was probably just particularly good at catching adders and they made the story up #With a name like Snake you have to be at least a little interested #Nominative determinism and all lmao #Since there's no slash in BB I have a lot of room with him #I'm thinking he might end up connected to RiverClan tbh #I'm half tempted to make him a composite with Petal's adopted kid Birch. Have that be an old name #So Birch and Alder are Red Claw and Snake Claw #I think I'd be able to do it since there's no shortage of random background characters in BB #BUT ALSO it would make him pretty young when I want him to be Thunder's age #But RE: I'm not held back by sticking close to canon for this arc so it's not AS big of a deal to shuffle the timeline a bit.#clan culture #Better bones au #BB!DOTC

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eddiesgorlie · 1 year

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Baby Talk

Dad!Austin x Mom!reader

Summary: Austin takes care of reader after she has their baby

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff.

Word count: 1,424

Baby screams interrupted my deep sleep, I started sitting up when I felt two hands lightly pushing me back into the hospital bed and pulling the scratchy blanket over me. “Shh… shh.. I’ve got her.” He said kissing my forehead. “She’s hungry.” I said sleepily. “Then I’ll bring her to you.” He said walking over to the hospital room bassinet. I watched as he lifted her and started rocking back and forth, he smelled her diaper and gave her a kiss on the head. “Well you aren’t stinky so mama must be right.” He held her as I lowered the hospital gown so she could breastfeed. “Come here Presley.” I said as he laid her on my chest. I got her comfortable and she started suckling. “You look so beautiful.” He said. “No, I look like I haven’t slept in three days.” I snapped. I quickly realized how mean that sounded. “I’m so sorry, I’m so tired and I know you are too.” I said as tears started filling my eyes. “Please don’t cry baby, I know you’re tired. But look at how beautiful our little creation is.” He said, stroking her hand with his finger. “She’s so beautiful, she looks like you.” I said looking down at her. “She has your nose and hair.” He said kissing her button nose and jet black hair. He was so in love with her I couldn’t help but start sobbing, I’m so tired of these damn hormones. “Hey, don’t cry.” He said kissing me. “I’m just so happy.” I said.

She stopped suckling and Austin picked her up, he started patting her back to try to get her to burp. “Good job.” He said as she let out a big burp. “Well thats another thing she got from her daddy.” I say giggling. “How rude.” He said smiling as he turns to look at me. He laid her down in the bassinet, kissed her head and walked back to lay on the cot. “Baby you look so uncomfortable.” I said looking at him, his feet hanging over the end of the cot. “Its just perfect, I’m here with my two favorite girls.” He said smiling. “Come ‘ere.” I said patting the bed. He got up and laid in the hospital bed next to me. “You were right, this is a lot more comfortable.” He said kissing my head. I snuggled into him and fell asleep.

“Ok, great. I’ll tell her when she wakes up.” Austin whispered. I started waking up when I heard two people in the room talking. I slowly opened my eyes. “Oh good morning Mrs. Butler.” My nurse said. “Good morning Tammy.” I said smiling. “I hope you three slept well, its going to be a busy day since you three get to go home.” She said smiling. I loved the sound of that, the three of us. “I’m so excited.” I said kissing Austin. “Me too.” He said. As soon as the nurse checked mine and Presley’s vitals and cleared us to go, Austin helped me change into a comfortable t-shirt dress and started packing all of our things up and putting it in the car. “Ok this is the last load of things, I’ll take it to the car and call you when I’m up front.” He said smiling. “Ok.” I said grabbing my phone. Tammy helped me into a wheelchair and swaddled Presley in a blanket and as soon as Austin called she wheeled me into the elevator and to the car. “Thank you so much Tammy.” I said after she helped me into the car as Austin was buckling Presley into her car seat.

I buckled my seat belt as Austin started the car. “Are my girls ok back there?” He asked looking in the rear view mirror. “We are doing great.” I said playing with her small hands. He pulled out of the hospital parking lot and got on the highway to drive home. When he parked the car in the driveway, he got out of the car and opened the backseat door. He helped me out first and then got the carseat out. “I’ll carry her.” I said reaching for the carseat. “Are you sure? The carseat is heavy.” He said. “I’m sure.” I say smiling. He handed me the car seat and unlocked the front door for me. I was immediately greeted by our dog, Milo and cat, Eloise. “Hi honeys, you gotta let mama through and then I’ll give you all of the loves.” I said baby talking to them. I walked to the nursery and shut the door behind me so I could get Presley all situated. “This is your room baby.” I said walking her around the room. I lifted her out of the car seat and changed her diaper, I put her in a comfy onesie and laid her down in her crib.

Austin quietly walked in the room to check on me. “I just put her down for a nap.” I said walking out of the room. “Ok, I’ll keep an eye on her. You need to rest.” He said. “No, I have to get laundry done and start cooking dinner.” I said. “Ashley is bringing dinner and I will do the laundry.” He said. “But I want to spend time with you.” I say pouting my lip. “We can spend time together in an hour, you need to get some rest now.” He said. I kissed him and started walking to our bedroom.

After my nap I put my robe on and went into the kitchen. “Y/n!” Ashley said as she hugged me. “Hi Ashley!” I said. “How are you doing?” She asked. “I’m pretty sore but I feel good and of course my wonderful man is taking good care of me.” I said looking over at Austin, he was wearing an apron and warming the food that Ashley brought. “Can I see baby Presley?” She asked excitedly. “Of course.” I said as I walked toward the nursery. I opened the door and walked over to her crib. She had her eyes wide open. “Good morning baby girl.” I said picking her up. Ashley held her arms out and I laid her in her arms. “Oh isn’t she beautiful.” She said tearing up. “Doesn’t she look like Austin?” I asked. “She does but I see a lot of you too.” She said looking up at me. Presley went from a happy little baby to a screaming baby in a matter of seconds. “Oh its about that time she needs to eat.” I said laughing as Ashley put her back in my arms. “It was so nice to see you Y/n.” She said. “Come by again soon, it was so nice to see you.” I said smiling. “Of course.” She said before she walked out of the door.

I sat down in the rocking chair and opened my robe and pulled my pajama top down. Presley started suckling so I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. “How are my favorite girls doing in here?” Austin asked, still wearing the apron. “We are both hungry.” I said laughing. “I can tell.” He said laughing. “You look cute.” I said. “Well thank you, the apron is from a very fancy designer called Target, my beautiful wife gifted it to me.” He said, pronouncing Target in a French accent. “Your wife has great taste! Come on, give us a spin.” I said cracking up. He did a spin and posed at the end. “God, I love you so much.” I said laughing. “I love you so much.” He said as he kissed me. “I can’t believe we’re parents.” I whispered. “Its hard to believe.” He said.

Once she finished eating, we put her in her baby swing while Austin and I sat down to eat. Ashley brought us chicken fettuccine Alfredo and a salad. “This is amazing.” I said. “It really is.” Austin said. “Babe, I’ve got the night shift tonight. You look exhausted.” I said as I held his hand. “I feel great, you need the rest honey. You pushed a baby out of you.” He said with a laugh. “I’ve been resting and I feel great. You can take tomorrow nights shift?” I asked. “Deal.” He said.

We got ready for bed and put Presley in her crib. “I love you.” I said laying my head on Austins chest. “I love you.” He said. Just as sleep reached me baby screams interrupted, I giggled and got out of bed.

#austin elvis smut #austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin!elvis smut #sebastian kydd #sebastian kydd x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis biopic #elvis imagine

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faerievampling · 1 month

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Killing Time

Chapter 8: Draconic Bindings

Word Count: 5k

Total word count: 38k

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Female Spawn Tav

Warning: 18+. Please be mindful for this one and read tags: Dubious consent. Non-Consent (Not between Astarion and Tav). SA. Blood. Graphic Violence. Size difference. PiV. Mind control. Obsessive and Possessive behavior.

Link to Ao3

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7.

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All living beings have an intrinsic desire to survive, and this was nonetheless true for the undead, such as yourself. You haven’t a clue what’s happened, only that something with a wet nose and a beating heart is close to you.

You managed to open your eyes despite the heavy haze you had existed in for…well, you couldn’t be sure, but you were absolutely starving, and that alone told you it had been at least a day. You feel drained, heavy, fatigued in a way you hadn’t known since your creation: a feeling you imagined you would only recognize if you could only remember what it felt like to be alive.

The first thing you see is a pink nose, rather dull green eyes (you’re sure this is due to your injury rather than the animal’s beauty) and silky white fur, long and fluffy. A pang of sadness fills your heart and your head, but your survival instincts are much stronger, and you move to reach for the cat – if you can grab it, eat it, that would give you enough energy to move more, and possibly heal faster.

Rolling onto your side, you swing your arm towards the cat: but you’re too slow, and the movement causes a burning sensation to spread throughout your arm. The cat darts away. ‘Pitiful,’ you think before your arm goes slack in front of you: your hands are bare, you realize, and all but a simple silver band remains on your wrist. Looking at your other hand, your heart drops at its bareness: your wedding rings are gone, only an identical band on your wrist remains.

You look down to find your charmed anklet had been replaced, burning even when you wiggled your toes. You close your eyes, burying your face into a strange smelling pillow as you weep.

“Only obedient women get fed. You must learn.” A voice comes from behind you’re on your side, having curled into a fetal position in hopes that would help with the pain. You feel something heavy, cool and smooth, dancing across your body. You’re naked, you realize, and what’s grazing you is a large claw, it’s hand scaled red, talons long and black. His hand is huge, covering nearly half your torso.

You can’t really move, especially with him pinning you down, so you merely hiss at him; the man chuckles. His voice is deep, gravelly, fitting for a lord of his size and race.

“You have been like this for days. Thrashing about. Being a bad pet. Attacking anyone who comes near, even a cat. Fighting my fangs and cock away when I take you. Refusing to take my blood.” His face was pressed against yours now, his arms wrapped around you as he drew you in. His thin, reptilian tongue was cold and wet on your cheek, lapping at your tears. Your body burned from the movement, but the man seemed entirely unaffected: you take note that the outside of the silver could be touched without pain; only the inside had been conveniently left untreated.

You knew the Lord Geldon Moth had you, you needn’t be a scholar to figure that one out.

His tongue retreats, and you brace yourself for his devilish voice. “You know, I am a very big fan of yours, Tav Ancunín.” Moth brings his arms underneath you, bringing you into his lap, holding you like a babe. You close your eyes, willing yourself away. He just smelled wrong. “The True Hero of Baldur’s Gate.”

”You are smaller than I imagined,” His voice was low, and you felt the flicker of his long tongue on your breast, teasing your nipple. Settling you on his lap, you can’t help but focus on that distant heartbeat, the one still thumping about somewhere in the room. You’re so hungry, and the pain is really getting to you. You open your eyes involuntarily, using all your might to try to squirm from this lord’s grasp.

Moth grabs your chin, thrusting your head to him. For the first time, you make eye contact with him, studying the image of his face with such ferocity that you knew you’d never forget it: he was handsome, that much was true. He was angled in the right places, his red scales glittering in the candlelight. His iris was red, as all vampires and many Dragonborn have; but the space around his eyes was black, reminding you of the empty void inside of you.

His pale, long digits slip the large diamond ring onto your finger. It paired beautifully with the wedding band and the two other gem-embedded rings, all of which had been among the wedding gifts Astarion got you. You look up at him, meeting his gaze –

“Do not fight. You are far too weak. Obey and I will relieve you of your pain, my dove,” The two of you held eye contact until you ceased your thrashing. You were too exhausted, hungry…mostly hungry. You try to avoid the thoughts of your husband’s face flashing in your mind.

Moth’s hand moved from your jaw down to your breasts, his large hand swallowing them as he touched you: it was somewhere between a caress and a grope, a strange movement for a man so large.

“All you must do is bite me. I know how hungry you are, little one,” Moth cooed, his words making you feel dirty. “You will not heal correctly if you continue to refuse to feed, because the silver will remain until you do.”

You have a distinct feeling that you shouldn’t bite him. He smelled wrong, the blood in his veins dead, incomparable to that of your living darling. You were also quite unsure what would happen if you did: you had squared yourself with the fact that Astarion was gone, but you didn’t know what it meant. Was he still your Master? If he wasn’t, then what kind of vampire did that make you? If you bite Lord Moth, a vampire that should be equal or lesser to you, would you be enthralled by him?

Two thousand years and you never quite understood your condition. It simply hadn’t mattered to you before. But now, these thoughts frantically swim about your mind, interrupted and nearly discarded by your hunger pains.

But…you hiss at him, turning your head away, refusing the man with all the defiance you could muster.

Moth scowls at you before slinging you over his shoulder, teleporting the two of you to somewhere dark, wet, and deep in the earth. Despite your dampened senses, you immediately sense the life around you, hearing their heartbeats, their little chatters and the scattering of nails on stone.

Moth slings you down, your skull violently bouncing on the floor at his discard. Your ears ring as blood slowly drips down your forehead, filling your vision with red. Moth bends over to quickly grab a squirming vermin by the tail, dangling it over you.

“If you refuse to obey, Tav, and be mine, then you shall rule the cellars as the Rat-Catcher Queen. A title befitting for one so distinguished as yourself. Think of it as an ode to your old Master.” With that, Moth disappears, and you are alone.

ratcatcherturnedlord.ratcatcherturnedlord.ratcatcherrurnedlord. The words feel like a brand inside your skull, burning and tearing and eating at your mind. You lap up your own blood from your body after all life in the cellar had been extinguished.

You come back to yourself after a while. Your night vision is impeccable, and you can easily find your way around: you can even see your pained reflection in the pools of blood on the floor, your pride preventing you from consuming the spilled crimson. The rat blood had been sufficient enough to clear your mind, but it couldn’t fix your heart – you curl up, putting your head between your knees as you wrap your arms around yourself, wishing for the warm embrace of your husband.

Your husband. Your Master. You loved Astarion with your entire being, and you had since your creation: Astarion held your heart carefully in his palm, and he had ever since he made you his. You felt safe here, comfortable, your affection being met nearly at every point. Astarion generally knew how to keep you happy.

You have to get back to him: you’re a married woman, a day-walking vampire, a fighter, a Sarth, a friend, a leader – you wouldn't let yourself become a slave to one such as Moth. But you knew fighting him would prove fruitless in your condition: your head injury had yet to heal, the silver proving far more detrimental to you than your hunger.

“You’re just going to have to forgive me, Astarion. Because I won’t break my promise to you. I will come back to you. But I will have to break rules to get there.” Your message merely bounces around your vast mind.

You have to get these fucking bands off of you. Silver is out of season, anyway.

****

You don’t know how long you’re in the cellar, your best guess being a few days before Moth comes to fetch you.

“I’ll do it,” Is all you say upon his return. Flashing a shark-like grin at you, Moth gently picks you up, carrying you back to the comforts of the boudoir. You can’t deny the soft sheets and plush mattress that was being provided to you, but there was something about the Moth estate (the little of it you had seen, being a single bedroom and the cellar) that felt unclean. There was a constant stench of blood and death, one you and Astarion worked very hard to absolve in your own home.

The room was kept very dark, often only lit by a few candles: the blood-red drapes were enchanted to prevent any light coming in the room, and the door to the balcony was entirely foreign to you, large and black and menacing. Moth’s tastes were gaudy and ill-fitting. But this had meant that you wouldn’t be seeing the daylight until you were saved, which was starting to feel like a more distant prospect with each growing hour.

No. You wouldn’t allow yourself such negative thoughts.

The Dragonborn bathes you, an action that reminds you far too much of Astarion, and you flinch away at Moth’s every touch. He isn’t gentle, seemingly unsure of how to handle you.

You tentatively look over to him, avoiding eye contact. “I can do this myself…” Your voice nearly wavers. Nearly.

“I want to bathe you. But you slip through my fingers.” His hand, wet and soapy, moved between your legs, between your folds. You gasp, closing your eyes as you feel your core heat up. “So soft. Like velvet.”

You have to steel yourself as your fangs slip beneath cool, scaled skin, tasting the thick, metallic crimson of another undead on your tongue. There were so many things wrong with this: biting another vampire wasn’t particularly appetizing to you, them being dead and all, and you weren’t accustomed to actually biting your prey. And, of course, you weren't sure what would happen after this – only that this felt like the only option.

Once he’s satisfied with your meal, he grabs the back of your hair, breaking you from your sanguine embrace, bringing you into a powerful kiss before removing the bands on both your wrists. It was a spell, one spoken in Draconic, which made the silver disappear into thin air. The skin beneath was burned and torn, and Moth had servants wash and bandage you with care before bringing in a trembling elven male. The bands on your ankles still remained, but you already felt substantially better.

“I discovered many things about you, Tav. Your preferences, your eating habits,” His large hand grabs you by the back of your neck, bringing you to face the man.

“I want you to bite him and drain him until only a sliver of life remains,” Moth drawls on, the bass in his voice making your ears prickle.

“Why? Astarion, why is he doing this? Why aren’t you here? Why haven’t you fucking saved me yet?” You can hear the blood pumping through the veins of the man. His smell – his type, his blood, well, you just need it.

Moth orders you to drink, and you do so, draining the elf of all life, leaving his limp body at your feet without any care for its regard. This was the easy part – you are a predator, and living beings are prey. It was only instinctual for you to enjoy this.

“Is it not lovely, drinking straight from your meal? A delight your old Master deprived you of, little vampire,” Moth mocks as he lays you on your back, his eyes never leaving you as he removes his clothing, exposing his exquisite form, making you swallow. “Your old Master was no good for you. Not good enough for the Hero.”

Moth’s shoulders are wide, his chest and abdomen strong, and the rest of his body was to match. His cock was long, thick, far bigger than any lover you’ve known before; it was fully hard, the color a lighter red than the rest of his body, veiny and intimidating, the tip of it already leaking pre-cum. His eyes were cold, and they bore into you so sharply it made you tremble.

His head moves between your thighs; his tongue is practiced, and you squirm at his touch. You continue to look at him when you take his cock in your hand, lining him up with your entrance, but your mind is elsewhere.

“You are eager,” Moth whispers. “Does the blood of men excite you?”

You strangely find yourself thinking about the last time you had held a masquerade: it had been to promote conservation in Toril, and for that reason, the masks were animal inspired. Astarion had chosen a mask that resembled something of a sleek peacock, even though you hadn’t thought that ever possible, but he pulled it off. You had chosen something more simple: a black wolf (you insisted on it being black, because you had a gorgeous dress to pair it with).

“…a living legend. A wonder of the world. All mine.” The man says, and you realize he must be doing his best to make you orgasm, because the build-up in your lower belly was becoming unbearable. You whimper, causing Moth to chuckle before you release around him, your juices flowing down his shaft.

“It drives me mad to think of all the parts of you I have yet to explore.” To think he would ever have true access to you, to your depths, your mind – you decided you would rather die, and Astarion would just have to come find your soul himself.

“I will make it so you have nowhere else to go, but my arms. You will not belong anywhere but by my side,” He spoke into your ear. You knew where you belonged, and it wasn’t in the arms of a Dragonborn. “I will be your reason to live. And I will make it so that you will never want to live without me. So that it will bring you agony to be without me.”

Don’t think. Don’t feel.

“You know, you clench around me everytime I thrust deeply into you, woman.”

****

You awake from a light slumber with a start as your mind rumbles with energy. A thread, one so singular, connecting you to a man. Immediately, you sense everything you need to know about this new addition: he is a half-elf, only thirty years old, and incredibly scared. His mind is yours, you know, and so is his body – he is awaiting your command, begging you to save him. You can almost feel the sensation of the dirt under his nails as he crawls his way to the surface.

‘Why the hells had he risen so early?’ You think to yourself before you’re interrupted by a sharp pain in your chest. You imagine silver curls covered in dirt, the only part of his body clean being the lines on his face from his trail of tears. You shake the image away.

“Come.” You will your spawn to you, to test the connection in your brain: it was far different than what you and Astarion had, but it was enough to give you hope. And when he meets the sun, and he begins to slowly burn, his senses overwhelm him. He panics, becoming incapacitated in some way, but he’s too frightened to communicate anything with you except: HELP.

You dart out of bed, overcome with a sense of worry for your spawn. You wanted to save him – you had to try. He was yours, and if he could help you, then you were going to use him. But something stops you before you can try: a cold hand on your wrist, pulling you back into bed, back into his large, frigid arms. The fledgling screams for a long time. You listen until it fades to nothing.

The body of your spawn was still on fire, blazing right outside your window, as Moth finally began to stir. You could sense the heat and smell the burning flesh. You were surprised at how long it took for a fresh body to be reduced to ash. You felt a strange sadness at the loss of your spawn, but you knew something that you hadn’t been sure of before: you certainly could create offspring, and the only thing in your way was a little bit of freedom.

Moth opens the balcony door, the key (presumably) being his command. He takes your hand, bringing you outside for the first time since you arrived. The two of you stare at the ash in the courtyard. It was clear Moth had simply dumped your vampire into a shallow grave, clearly an experiment to test the blessings Astarion had bestowed on you.

“He survived far longer than most spawn would,” Moth grumbles.

“He screamed for hours,” Your voice came out hollow; it hardly even sounded like you. Moth leads you back into the boudoir, locking the doors behind him.

“You could have compelled him to stop.” Moth’s face is still as stone. You missed Astarion’s lively reactions, the way he would express himself, the way he would talk with his hands…

You felt Moth’s tongue in your mouth before you could prepare yourself, his teeth hitting your own, fangs cutting into your lip. You opened your mouth further, inviting him in, causing him to moan into your mouth. The Dragonborn liked it when you kissed him back; he liked it even more when your nails dug into his chest as you rode him, drawing blood from his muscular form. He picks you up, lifting you by the thighs as he drills into you before placing you on your knees.

Afterwards, Moth held you in his arms.“Now, tell me about Baldur's Gate. What was the ancient city like? I never did get to visit before it was reduced to rubble.”

You pause, your mind flitting back to the burning spawn, thinking about how horrific it felt to be afraid of something so vital to life as the sun. “I hardly remember.”

“Humor me, woman.” His claws trailed along your arm, making you shiver. You fight the urge to run.

You try to think back, but all you see is Astarion’s pretty face. You feel you’ve willingly disrespected your marriage at every turn, and this starts to well up inside you, starting at your belly, rising to your chest and throat. Everything feels tight, and you feel disgusted in your own body.

“Tav,” His hand reaches the base of your throat, his fingertips slightly squeezing into you, the tip of his nails breaking skin. “You are expected to conversate after I have conquered your body. You will obey.”

You feel his cold tongue on the shell of your ear. You mindfully flush your system of that dread and disgust, because now wasn’t the time to think about that. It would be easy to humor him, if you can get yourself together. You take only a few moments to dial yourself back. “Baldur’s Gate was lively. There were once many people who lived there. I remember…large mechanical beings. Created by children, oddly enough.”

“You speak of Lord Enver Gortash’s Steel Watch. Built not by children, but by a race of small people, a kind that has not been seen in Toril for centuries.”

You didn’t know what the hell he was on about and you didn’t care. “Mm,” you hum in reply as you fall back to that numb state that was far more comfortable than any other.

Moth raises an eyebrow at you. “Your own history does not amuse you, my concubine?”

“I suppose not.”

“I likely have the biggest collection of the history of Baldur’s Gate, specifically on the occurrence of the Netherbrain.”

“A maid once told me I had the largest shoe collection in Toril.” Even Moth’s stone face couldn't conceal his distaste for your retort.

“You are immature. Uncultured,” Bringing your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, he squeezes you, causing you to yelp. “Poorly trained. Unsurprising of Cazador’s brood. But I expected more from a hero.”

You brush his hand off, but he only clutches you further, the meat of your bottom stinging from claws pressed to flesh. You push him away again, sitting up in the bed.

“I’m not the person I once was. It was so long ago I don’t remember the details. When I read the history, or hear a song, or a poem about my own legendary actions, I don’t know what’s true and what isn’t. Only my –“ Your voice chokes at the thought, tears pricking your eyes as your mask slips again.

“Continue your words.”

“Only my husband remembers such things.” When the words come out, you know you’ve angered him, and he means to grab you, but you move out of his grasp just as he swings his arm at you. His middle finger, the tip a black pointed claw, catches your cheekbone, drawing across your nose to the other side of your face, creating a thin, red line that fills your vision. You yell, attempting to turn into a bat but only managing to flutter away before returning to your body, harshly dropping to the floor as your hands fly to your face.

You hold back further cries, refusing to make a sound as Moth comes at you again, picking you up by your neck before throwing you back on the bed. He was already between your legs, having grabbed both your wrists with his hand. You were entirely restrained, bleeding, afraid, and you already feared the scar from the incident in the cellar – was this Lord truly so keen on damaging his property?

“You have no husband. You are mine. You shall refer to Astarion Ancunín as your old Master, or I will punish you further.”

“Yes,” Your voice is merely a whisper. It was good enough for Moth, who rubs your slit with the pads of his fingers, which he comments is quite generous of him, before entering you again.

****

You spent your days alone, desperately trying to sleep. But with the Dragonborn next to you, it was impossible. During the nights, Moth would take you at various times, whenever his need arose. You were far stronger now that you hadn’t so much silver and you were fed, but you weren’t nearly in any shape to take him on directly. You had to be smart: at this point, you were biding your time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

“You know, I can smell the daylight on your skin. You are warmer to the touch than my other pets,” Moth brought his nose behind your ear, breathing in at the spot behind your earlobe at the base of your skull: you shiver, trying your best not to think about the way your body was reacting.

Now that you were back of sound mind, you knew you had been with Moth for nearly a month, maybe two. The wounds on your body began to heal, earning you a legion of new scars.

“You have been so good to me. So good for me,” Moth says to you as you smooth the dress on your form: he had granted you an allowance of clothing for your presentation to the other concubines. This had been the first time getting a good look at yourself since your capture, and the sight of your newly scarred body made you burst into tears.

The scar that cut across your cheekbones and nose was thin, luckily, but the scar tissue thicker on the bridge of your nose. The skin was shiny, sensitive to the touch, but it was none so bad as the one on your forehead, which required stitches. You couldn’t bear to look too long at the ones on your breasts or your thighs. You could only imagine how ugly Astarion would find you, once you finally got out of here…what if he didn’t want you anymore? Looking at yourself, you couldn’t blame him if he didn’t. You hardly looked like yourself.

You bring your hands to your face, crying in your palms to shield yourself away from this reality. Moth watches you for a beat, his face entirely emotionless, before bringing you into his arms. He takes your wrists with one hand, retching them away from your face as his other hand grabs your jaw, squeezing so hard you think your bones will crack. His cold tongue slithers on your cheeks, his breath smelling

of death, the trail of his saliva cooling on your flesh.

“Being marked by me, my greatest lover, only makes you far more beautiful. Had I known you when I was alive, I would have chosen you to hold and birth my seed,” He grumbles before bringing you into a deep, tongue entangling kiss. Giving in, the lord wipes your tears away as he licks the pad of your lips.

‘What an odd thing for a vampire to say,’ You think before bracing yourself. Meeting the other concubines was a very good sign, a semblance that more freedom was coming your way.

Just hold on.

****

Astarion had to stop this, this utter abuse of his own body: several times a day, he would steal away from wherever he was to lose himself in a memory of his wife while he fists his cock, rubbing himself until he feels any sort of bliss, losing himself to you.

The longer you are gone, the more this continues. Astarion can’t even conceive of doing anything different: he didn’t want anyone to touch his body except for you. But you weren’t here, and the delicate skin of his cock felt nearly raw, but he healed so quickly it didn’t matter. He hardly rested anymore, his schedule being so wild that he often found himself up all day and all night.

Lae’zel saw Astarion losing it. Despite her frustrations and her anger with him, she tried to comfort her old friend, but he couldn’t take it; rather, he was inconsolable.

“I can’t stop imagining what she’s doing, Lae’zel. Sometimes I think I feel her, her pain, her…pleasure,” The word came out of Astarion’s mouth like a curse, vile and rude. “I don’t even know if I’m imagining it or not.”

“I have no doubts she’s making her way back to you. I don’t think she would so easily forget about you for a stranger who kidnapped her.”

Astarion feels his barriers coming down, and it pisses him off. He felt weak, the very walls he had built up for so long with the outside world, everyone except you, were beginning to falter. That old guilt – that one he felt from the very beginning, about all the seduction, the sacrifice, you, everything wrong he had ever done to his one beloved…

“It makes me want to...die.” Astarion almost meant this. But he would find a way to bring you back to him before that ever happened – Lae’zel knew this too, thinking Astarion dramatic.

“Astarion,” Lae’zel says, tentatively reaching out to touch the shoulder of the man you loved so much. He didn’t move away, and Lae’zel made no further motions: she knew this was as close as she would ever get (as she would ever want to get, because to be honest, Astarion had given her the creeps ever since he had performed the Black Mass) to the Ascendant.

“I haven’t always been a good husband. I’ve taken from her, time and time again, to feed my own desires.”

Lae’zel didn’t really need Astarion to tell her this. She figured this would be the case, long ago. But he’s already said too much, his aura changing entirely in just a split second. Lae’zel takes her hand off of Astarion’s shoulder, taking several steps back. “I need to be alone,” He mutters, and Lae’zel doesn’t hesitate in leaving Astarion’s office.

In the span of a few weeks, Astarion had grown his spawn army to nearly fifty. His three remaining spawn bring him a victim each night if they can, and Astarion simply bites them after putting them under a sleep spell. Then, the spawn bury the victim. The next evening, they rise as a vampire, and would be immediately compelled to do the bidding of their new Master.

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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7.

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Cgkxulrztjdti I just read an albedo prompted of yours and I gave me an idea. Sadly I'm not a writer so I gib this idea to you only if you like it. It's the I didn't stand a chance prompt!!!!

So reader is sad because you know they didn't really have a chance but since it's windblume how about they get closer to cyno or Tighnari maybe even Kaeya. And it just makes Albedo feel jealous but he doesn't really understand the feeling. All he knows it's just a bitter taste and it feels like his heartrate is dropping and he can't explain it but it's definitely irrigating to witness reader with another but even when Albedo tries to approach reader they avoid him because they don't want to keep holding onto that false hope of maybe he'll like me back

So the initial post was this one! Gender neutral reader, Cynos the 'love interest' here.

Albedo couldn't help but feel relieved to see the traveler walking down the steps to sit with him while he waited for Klee to wake up, hoping to figure out the best way to act on his interpreted feelings. He felt so comforted by them, and it felt right.

The traveler looks at the paper that had the illustration on it, and Paimon looks over their shoulder to see.

"Oh, Klee must have a very...hmm..." The traveler hums out, unsure how they felt about the picture.

"Oh, Paimon thinks Klee thinks of you like a sibling!" Paimon cheers, Klee waking up at the voice.

"No, the travelers like my parent. Like big brother Albedo!" Klee cheers, a silence afterwards.

Albedo felt embarrassed because it implies the traveler was in a partnership with him, a thing he thought he very much hopes for. The traveler felt uncomfortable, because the picture implied Klee expected the traveler to be with Albedo, and they knew once the whole thing with their sibling got resolved it would only be a matter of time until they left Teyvat. Even if they stayed in Teyvat, being stuck to Mondstadt most of the time just didn't feel right.

"Paimons hungry! Let's eat!" Paimon fills the silence, everyone relieved for different reasons.

The next week was when the traveler knocked on your door, realising you hadn't been seen by anyone. Hoping to check on your welfare, they wait patiently.

When you open the door, the traveler shakes their head.

"Have you been keeping yourself in there all this time?" They tut.

"I'd rather not be reminded of..." You cut yourself off, knowing better than to ruin the mood by talking about your unrequited love and how you had been eating binge foods and crying as you tried to think up new TCG strategies.

"...Come with me." They state, not giving you an option. "You're obsessed with that card game, I have a friend that you may get along with."

"Ooooh, Cyno? Paimon totally agreed, Cynos good with the game but bad with his jokes!" Paimon states, you finally deciding to grab your latest creation before following the traveler.

To your surprise, you actually get on very well with Cyno. The first round you played was a round consisting of you slamming the cards down without realising it, and Cyno matching your energy.

"How is the Stormblume festival?" Cyno states, you looking up as you process the terrible joke. "Something unfortunate must have happened. You're playing like you're angry."

"Angry isn't the word I would use...I guess I'm just lonely." You shrug, deciding against ranting about your lovelife.

"Well, how about we play a couple more rounds? If we get on, I can tell you more about myself and you can return the favour." Cyno suggests, you nodding.

You land up talking casually to each other each round, growing more comfortable with each other. Before you knew it, you were walking with Cyno, feeling the same first impression you had with Albedo where you knew you were in love. Cyno must have felt the same way, as he asked you on a first date after being told you both had to leave since it was closing time for the Cat's Tail.

Tighnari was standing next to Albedo, focusing on the crafting bench before his ears pick up on something.

"...Did you just whimper?" Tighnari asks, caught off-guard by the sound Albedo let out.

"No I didn't." He protests a little too quickly, Tighnari raising his brow to express he didn't buy the lie. Tighnari looks over, seeing Cyno with you, and he tilts his head.

"Are you interested in Cyno?" Tighnari asks, Albedo shaking his head.

"I don't understand what I am feeling." Albedo simply states. "I thought I knew my feelings, but now? I'm not so sure."

"I'm sure you can dig in deep and find out what you're feeling." Tighnari brushes off, turning back to the crafting bench. "Just make sure you think before you act."

Albedo tried to approach you a few times in the times he spotted you. When you weren't working on a case, you were spotted with Cyno. He had no idea why he felt this strange feeling about you, the yearning.

When the first attempt doesn't work, he decides to approach the traveler to explain his feelings for them. They lightly reject him, explaining they couldn't keep a relationship up with their current circumstances regarding their sibling, and Albedo feels surprised. He expected to feel hurt by this rejection, but he didn't feel anything of the sort.

"Albedo, are you okay?" Paimon yells, Albedo nodding.

"I..Traveler, what does love feel like? Or Jealousy? Or Yearning?" He lists off, the traveler clearing their throat.

"That's not a question I expected." The traveler eases out. "Feelings are complex, Albedo. People experience them in different ways, and some people...don't."

"Oh, I see..." Albedo trails off, looking at you who was now holding hands with Cyno as you take a walk.

"Was that a whimper?" Paimon gasps, Albedo realising he let out that sound again. The traveler looks in the same direction as Albedo, and they realise you were the source.

"...What happened with you two in the Library?" The traveler asks, Albedo thinking to himself.

"I told them about my feelings for you, and they didn't take it well." Albedo thinks out loud. "Now I'm not so sure my feelings are romantic. They may be only friendly."

The last day Cyno was in Mondstadt, you accompany him to the gates with his colleagues and Albedo.

"I'll write to you." You smile, Cyno nodding before he plants a kiss on your lips. You can't help but steal a second one, hearing a variety of noises.

An 'aww' from Collei, a groan from Tighnari, and a whimper from Albedo.

"Be sure to visit." Cyno states at the same time you do, both of you nodding before he finally takes his leave. After they disappear from your line of sight, you turn to return home only to feel Albedo grasp your wrist.

"May I have a moment?" Albedo asks. "I...wanted to ask you about your relationship with Cyno."

"Well, you saw." You state.

"I did, however...Are you both sure you can maintain this long distance?" Albedo asks, you narrowing your eyes at him.

"My relationship is none of your business." You begin, hand on your hip.

"Why are you trying to ask me about him? Did your confession to the traveler go wrong?" You ask, Albedo rubbing his neck as he decides to try something.

"It was rejected, but it clarified that I don't feel that way about them..." Albedo states, clearing his throat before looking directly at you. "I think I have these feelings for you instead."

"I've moved on, Albedo. If your feelings were true, you need to do the same." You tut, walking away from Albedo as he experiences the pain of unrequited love by himself.

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ARC 1 - OUT OF THE ASHES

Nearly four years ago, Scorching Rays was named the Voice of the Kith of the Whispering Grove. He had held a reputation as a proud and strong cat, and it was initially believed that he would lead the Kith into an age of success and honor. However, as the moons passed and Scorching Rays' reign carried on, his true intentions began to be revealed. Power-hungry and remorseless, Scorching Rays slowly transformed into a cruel tyrant before the eyes of his kithmates. With the remainder of the Council finding themselves near-powerless after the appointment of Billowing Bane, Scorching Rays' staunchest supporter, as Head Fighter and Successor, it seemed there was little anyone could do to stop him. Scorching Rays held little regard for the laws and traditions of the Kith, openly defying the Code and going against the Kith's previous commitments to remaining a peaceful presence in the area. With a disdain for Outsiders, he severed many of the positive relationships and alliances the Kith had formed with their neighbors over generations. He also began increasing the militarization of the Kith, ordering members of several Trades to cease their usual duties in favor of increasing patrols, tightening borders, and preparing for battle. Cut off from their former trade partners, and with fewer cats focusing on maintaining the Gardens, Aviaries, Library, and other vital structures, members of the Kith began to experience supply shortages and undue stress. However, any who were brave enough to speak up in opposition of Scorching Rays would be dealt harsh punishments, culminating in the brutal execution of the Head Spiritualist, Devout Tempest, for daring to question his leadership. As the Kith deteriorated under Scorching Rays’ grip, and especially after watching as one of her fellow Council members was struck down, Striking Talon, the Kith's Head Crafter, knew she could not sit idly by. Though she could do little in an official capacity, she began gathering loyal kithmates in secret with plans to rise up and remove Rays from leadership. When it became apparent that Scorching Rays was ready to launch a needless full-scale war against the neighboring Pride of Panthera, she made her move. As she suddenly struck Scorching Rays, her forces rallied behind her and battle broke out in camp, the rebels rising up against the tyrant and his supporters. In the ensuing conflict, Billowing Bane was killed by the vengeful Whistling Shrike, one of Talon's most trusted followers in the rebellion. Scorching Rays was left wounded but alive, and Striking Talon's rebels chased him and his surviving followers from Kith territory, with the promise that they would be met without mercy if they were ever to return. With no Successor remaining, Striking Talon claimed the role of Voice, vowing to restore her Kith to the security and peace they had once known. In an unprecedented move, she appointed Whistling Shrike as her Head Fighter without holding the customary election, citing the need for the support of the Fighters if Scorching Rays were to attempt to return. Now, the cats of the Kith have begun to rebuild their home in the wake of the tumult. And though the dust seems to have begun to settle, a lingering current of anxiety runs through many of them still - their former tyrant still alive, threatening to lunge from the shadows and return to claim his place once more. Still others may find themselves doubtful of their new leader - can a cat who seized power by force truly lead with a pure heart? Or is the true threat something far older and deeper than anyone could have imagined?

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letmeloveyouuuu · 2 years

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a small nap . . .

Just a quick little blurb I thought of this afternoon: Morpheus as a little angry kitten! I don’t know why I just thought this would be so cute, sorry, it’s really badly written but I rushed through it and I thought it was a cute idea soooo yeah :)

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For a few months now, Morpheus had begun amusing himself by shaping himself into different animal forms and skulking around different cities of the world. Usually he would shape himself into birds, cats, even a mouse once (after he had been chased by a raccoon he decided to not try it again). He would listen to the humans speak in their loud ways, sneak peeks into children’s dreams to ensure they were peaceful, allow himself to simply exist as an unassuming animal. A simple distraction that he indulged himself, he would occasionally do this, and this night was no different.

His animal form of choice this night was a small black cat. Morpheus had been annoyed with some challenging Nightmare creations lately, and did not wish to be disturbed on his Waking outing. Humans had superstitions about black cats, he reasoned to himself, none shall bother me in this form. He may have misjudged the sizing in his haste, as he padded past a window and saw his reflection.

A kitten?!

Morpheus huffed mentally, but did not bother himself with changing his form already. The evening was passing and night falling, his Dreaming coming to life once again, his dreams and nightmares beginning to fulfill their purpose.

Morpheus forced his mind to be blank as he continued to scamper around the city, pointedly hopping over puddles that were forming due to the soft rain that had begun to drop. As more raindrops plopped onto his small kitten's back and a few assaulted his pointy ears, Morpheus scampered to a window ledge, squishing his already teeny body close to the corner to be shielded under the awning of the building. Free of the deluge, Morpheus began to lick his paws clean.

“Oh! Look at you!”

Morpheus had been so absorbed in his attempt to erase the annoying feeling of rain in his ears that he had entirely failed to acknowledge the human that had halted at the sight of him.

The unexpected and loud words caused Morpheus to scramble in a brief flash of panic that made him angrily feel like prey, that anger only growing as his scrambling made him lose his footing on the window pane, nearly slipping off into a massive puddle below. Regaining his footing, Morpheus turned his flustered kitten face and piercing eyes up to glare down the insufferable human that had disturbed his solitude.

“Oh you sweet little darling, where’s your mama?” Morpheus was muddled at this young human woman. She herself was drenched, having no protection from the rain pelting down, not dressed for this weather and shivered violently even as she crouched down to get a better look at the grumpy kitten.

“Do you have a warm home for tonight, hmm? Are you hungry?”

Morpheus was unamused at being spoken to like he was a simple infant, and considered hissing a warning to this human. Before he could make his threat, she began to reach for him, causing him to once again scramble, only this time, he did indeed lose his footing and splashed down into the puddle with indignity. Before he could recover from this embarrassing blunder, he felt cold hands scoop his boney kitten form up and plopped into the arms of this human.

The nerve of this one, it will be only Nightmares for you!

He began to hiss on instinct at being shaken about as the human quickly walked through the rain again, but was softly shushed and ever so slightly rocked in a manner that may prove soothing to other humans, but not to Morpheus.

Before Morpheus had the time to consider making his escape, the human woman turned into a building, out of the rain, and up some stairs until they reached her apartment. Once inside the door, the girl smiled down at the shivering form of Morpheus glaring up at her.

“Here we are little one. Let’s get you nice and warm, huh?”

And there was Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, an Endless, one of the most powerful beings in the Universe, a god… in the form of a malnourished, grumpy black kitten by his own design… being carefully held in a fluffy towel and the warm air of a hairdryer passing over his fur, making it unnecessarily fluffy. He glanced up at the human, after pointedly ignoring her for quite some time, and wondered why she had taken so much time to dry and warm him first, without doing the same actions for herself.

Seeing the kitten look at her, she smiled and cooed gentle words to Morpheus as she finished drying his fur into a fluffy mess, before carrying him into her tiny kitchen and pulling some milk and tuna from her fridge for him to feast upon.

“Sweet baby,” whispered the girl as she carefully set him down on the cold counter after warming the rest of the milk she had, “eat up okay? Let me just dry off and I’ll be back okay? Stay there baby.” Morpheus wanted to scoff but instead conceded to lap at the bowl of warmed milk for the sake of the human.

Let her believe she is helping me.

Only a few moments later the human reappeared, dressed more comfortably than Morpheus had ever seen a human be, her wet hair tied into a knot at the top of her head, and a soft smile on her face as she saw that he was partaking in her warm milk offering. He sniffed in her direction, accidentally snorting some milk drops, causing his kitten form to fall into a sneezing fit.

Morpheus could have rolled his eyes at the instant cooing the human provided him, scooping him up against her chest and whispered sweet nothings to him.

He simply could not abide this. He was a god!

But before his all-powerful indignation could prompt him into action, the girl plopped herself and him under a warm blanket, and instantly began to gently scratch behind his ears. The low hum and light of the human’s TV engulfed the both of them. Without considering his godly image, Morpheus began to purr and stretch his tiny body across this human’s chest in pure comfort as the combination of a tummy full of warm milk, the warm blanket draped across his frail back, her warm chest against his tummy and under his kneading paws, and the gentle scratches behind his ears overcame his senses.

A simple nap will do neither of us any harm…

This is how I imagined Morpheus as a kitten, but with blue eyes uuuugh how adorable

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