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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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Suddenly I’m a sheep baa

You have such a way with words!!! I love the image of konig sitting down, cooing at his flock, while reader stands to the side, watching… does he even know? Does he know the effect he has on you? Would he even care, if he knew that you’re completely ruined over watching him work… (would he treat you the same, one hand gripping your legs and hands out of his way, tucked up against his chest as his other hand wanders down your chest and against your cunt,,,)

Ahem

Baa.

Baa!!! YEAH I can see it happening in bed as soon as he gets his freak on. It's purely subconscious too! But then I was also thinking how König must be a total softie with all animals... Treating everyone gently and lovingly while reader is pouting & looking from the sidewalks like a third wheel :( Time to pull out the big guns!

CW: Pet play (attempted), dom/sub undertones (implied)

You see him feeding apples to horses, watch how they burrow their muzzles under his arm, he’s always gentle with each and every individual as long as they’re animal and not human... Even the old farm cat gets more love and attention than you :(

He nearly trips on it one morning because it’s purring and meowing at his feet – if a human were to do that they would get slurs and yelling and spit landing on their face... This furry little beast only earns a soft rumble and a low, affectionate “You naughty little devil,” as thanks for showing this bitter cruel man some love.

You even see him pet the cat absentmindedly when he’s doing some paperwork in his office, the loud purrs of the animal making you absurdly jealous. Hearing the roaring content of this cat as a broad, sturdy hand softly pets it from head to tail stirs emotions in you that are wildly inappropriate. You would kill to get this man to pet you, these animals don’t even know how lucky they are...

And maybe he doesn’t even know what he’s missing, seeing only men and animals here at the farm. The only woman, namely, you, is always walking around in rubber boots and dirty oversized overalls. He avoids you like the plague, and treats you more harshly than the young rascals sent here by the state... Men are visual creatures, so perhaps it’s no wonder that he takes no interest in you, some weak miss farmhand who always looks like she came from feeding the pigs... Which is your job here, actually, because König never allows you near his precious horses, let alone the delicate sheep.

So one day, you sneak inside his office and climb on his desk in nothing but your black sheen underwear, now with the addition of a black cat’s tail attached to the bum, with your make up done and wearing a pair of cute little cat ears. This must be the silliest thing I’ve ever done, you think as you push your tits invitingly together while propping yourself on the table like a spoiled house cat would, with your “paws” prettily together and your butt ready to lift from some good petting you fervently wish you’re about to get.

Heavy boots echo in the hall like doom just as you start to shiver from cold. Your heart nearly shoots out of your chest and your tits threaten to spill out of your too small bra, your rival is nowhere to be seen and all the sheep have been sheared so you hope you’ll finally spark this man’s interest in some intimate fun with an actual woman...

He walks in, comes to an instant halt on the door when he sees you, and from the looks of it, the poor man suffers a silent heart attack from seeing a half naked woman on his desk. He freezes right there on the spot, draws air so sharply you can hear it all the way to where you're sitting – all over his papers, innocently like a naughty feline would.

He looks both shocked and furious, but not a word of warning comes out – and how could he be mad at a pretty little thing like you? Donning your silly outfit consisting of black underwear, black cat tail and black cat ears, you even drew yourself some thin whiskers with your black eyeliner...

Your eyes are shy but accusing, they simply ask, why haven't you paid attention to me? Why haven't you played with me, turned me around in your lap any way you like? Where are the soft gazes and shushed praises that belong to me?

And while you were invisible to this man before, you now have his full attention.

His eyes fly to your tits first, then to your tail, they caress the dip and swell of your waist, rise to adore your rib cage and the fluttering pulse at the hollow of your throat, they steal a peek at your cute little ears... There's an endearing flash on softness in his eyes, and when he meets your stare again, he swallows so arduously that the sound of it is audible and thick. A chill runs down your spine as you realize this might not only be the first time in a while that he's seen a half naked woman... This might be the first time he's seen a half naked woman ever.

You give him your most demure gaze, bat your lashes slowly like cats tend to do when they see someone they appreciate and trust, and whisper:

“...Meow?”

#pet play is one of my fav kinks but I've never written for it before??#high time to unlock that feature #könig x reader #tw: pet play

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hunterssm00n · 5 months

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NSFW ! Thomas Hewitt hc’s

A little bit dangerous / but baby, that’s how I want it

*cw include mention of cnc and mention of slight gore* MDNI - 18+

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

• big boy, big hands, big fat ddddd - i don’t make the rules *shrugs*

• his fingers are like sausages on his hands, and are bigger and thicker than pretty much everyone else’s he comes across. i’ve always noticed how big and meaty his hands are, and the thought that they could crush someone’s skull just as easily as they could hold a kitten is just… unnnf

• his hands are quite large, warm, and super calloused from his day to day life. i hc that since his family is elderly he ends up doing a lot for them, and that includes housework, maybe some repairs, and definitely anything to do with getting food on the table. rough, weathered hands that can be gentle is one of the sexiest things ever.

• despite his sheer size and strength, tommy is an incredibly gentle lover. he’s a very sweet and considerate partner.

• after some practice and allowing his confidence to grow, those big hands know exactly what they’re doing- and a man with big hands that knows how to use them? *swoons*

• he’s a switch; can be a top or a bottom. loves being ridden but also loves being in control

• did not know pretty much anything about sex growing up, uncle charlie tried to explain it to him but you can imagine how well that went. this may have resulted in thomas having some unnatural fears when it comes to intimacy, but thankfully he's a quick study and is open to positive influence when there are good feelings associated.

• this can mean that this sweet boy can be talked into doing pretty much anything. as long as he understands there's nothing to be afraid of, and that if he doesn't like something he can always stop/indicate that he wants to stop.

• for example, he would only be open to cnc if he understands that it's a game - i really don't think he would be able to violate someone that way (which might sound weird considering he chainsaws people in half and then cuts off their faces and wears them...) as long as he knows it's for fun i feel like he would be open to anything

• sooo considerate afterwards - a total sweetheart who absolutely jumps at the chance to do aftercare

• he is always hot - figuratively and literally. i hc that his big boy body is like a furnace. this means the ultimate snuggle time in the winter, and just in general.

• he’s long and thick down there, lawd have mercy. like, almost doesn’t fit all the way he’s so big. and his balls are large and heavy, full of hot seed, and they swing back and forth when he thrusts, creating the perfect titillating sensation.

• when he cums… dear god. it’s like the hoover dam breaking open. he definitely needs lots of towels to clean up afterwards - or just straight up jumping in the bath/shower to rinse off

• his favorite positions are missionary and being ridden - the best of both worlds

• and he absolutely loves sex in the shower/bath. he is super touch starved, especially in the romantic sense, so that level of intimacy completely blows his mind.

• he adores being praised; being told what a good boy he is, how good what he's doing feels. he likes to know when he's doing something right - it is a huge confidence boost for this shy guy

• he actually isn't as quiet during sex as one may think. not that he says anything, but the noises he makes instead are equally as good. low groans, pitiful moans when something feels too good, and even growling when he cums. thomas is just so animalistic in nature, and much like when he's chasing after someone with his chainsaw, sometimes the beast just needs to be unleashed.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

AN: I do not own the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise or any of its characters. I also do not own the song ‘Into You’ by Ariana Grande.

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thot-writes · 8 months

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MORE WEREWOLF X VAMPIRE FICS!! *slams fists on the table* I DEMAND MORE WEREWOLF X VAMPIRE FICS!!!!

how astarion would treat his werewolf gf (SFW);

Astarion is not as surprised as one might’ve expected him to be. he’s likely had a lot of experience with lycanthropes of all kinds through Cazador (that bitch)

when you’re revealed to be a werewolf, the cogs in his mind are already turning for suggestive jokes he can make about it

you actually hear him (thanks to your superior hearing) in front of his tent mumbling them to himself as he workshops them

“‘Every good dog deserves a bone…’ hm… no, that sounds too seedy. Maybe… ‘if you’re a good little pup I’ll give you a… treat’? Gods, why is this so much harder than I thought?”

you have to cover your mouth to stop your hideous snickering. hearing his process on his meticulously crafted persona is simply too cute

you always end up turning the lines back onto him anyways. after all, if you’re the dog but he’s the one on all fours and begging, what does that make him?

astarion is a little disappointed that you can never wear silver, and he tells you so. it burns you to the touch, but also it would look so good on your gorgeous skin— isn’t a little bit of pain worth it for the fashion?

you throw garlic cloves at him for suggesting it. luckily for him the tadpole negates what damage that would normally do.

loves the bloodthirst. he’ll cheer you on when you’re getting worked up & rabid during battles

occasionally you’ll have bouts where all you crave is extreme violence. it’s quite manageable, they normally only happen when a full moon is close or when you’re in the middle of a particularly nasty fight.

one time, you tackled a man who’d targeted astarion and bit half his face off. you don’t even know why you did it, it just felt like the right thing to do at the time— and your adrenaline was running too fast for you to stop and think for a second

if astarion’s heart was still beating, he was sure it would’ve fluttered at that moment. seeing you defend him with such aggression was so… romantic

he had to resist the urge to pull you in for a kiss. at least while you still had the man’s face-skin in your mouth (did you eat it or spit it out?)

as your relationship shifts less from lust and more to love, he starts to express concerns over the darker parts of your curse.

astarion knows that while lycanthropy has a cure they’re often hard to find— and you’ve little interest in one at this point anyway. but doesn’t mean that doesn’t mean he can’t help you in other ways

when a full moon is coming and a horrific, agonising transformation is upon you, astarion stays by your side and tries to alleviate the pain by showing you have his support

after attempts of trying stronger and stronger pain-killing elixirs failed to make much of a difference, he decided that perhaps just being there with you was the better option

he’s by your side and resting your head on his lap, stroking your hair and offering the occasional word of encouragement

when it’s time to transform you get magically restrained and even still, he remains. sometimes he passes the hours with reading or embroidery, sometimes he tries to talk with you to see if you’re still in there

he hopes by doing this that you’ll learn to retain some control over yourself and you won’t need to be restrained each full moon. and it’s kind of working! once, he managed to calm you down enough to give you a little pat on the head— and that’s enough proof for him that you can best the beast

you’re not entirely sure if you believe him when he tells you that though

and as if astarion needed yet another reason to hate the gur, now he has one.

as a monster, they’ll be just as likely to hunt you. he won’t let them.

even if you have no strong feelings for the gur, astarion is brimming with more than enough spite and vitriol for both of you.

honestly, being a werewolf has made you two even closer than before. you can relate on certain issues now— you’re both bloodthirsty monsters, capable of losing all sense of control and reason, and when night falls is when the people of faerun should be the most fearful— for the night is your personal hunting ground.

astarion is very supportive of a lycanthrope partner (much like he is with a durge one) and will not judge you for it. when your control lapses, he reins you in, when you’re dealing with the pain of a pre and post-transformation, he helps you through it.

on the surface, you’re two fearsome, monstrous beasts that would send an average person running— but beneath, you’re two people madly in love, trying to temper the negative effects of your respective curses. for each other.

#YES IM A FAN OF WEREWOLF/VAMPIRE PAIRINGS WHYYYY DO U ASK #I CANT HELP IT!!! THEYRE SO CUTE!!#my posts #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate iii tav #baldurs gate x reader #reader insert #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #fluff #astarion headcanons #werewolf x vampire #vampire x werewolf #gender neutral reader #astarion #astarion ancunin

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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year

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Best support friend; Rocket raccoon x gn reader

*Author’s note*

A double update? No get out of town! Truthfully I was gonna save posting this fic up once I got a Jack Kline request that has been sitting in my inbox collecting dust for almost a year or however long ago it was but I decided idk when I’ll post it up so I decided to just go ahead and post this fic up and hopefully I’ll do the Jack Kline one in the next week or so (it’s like 75% done).

So @itsscromp here is your new Rocket raccoon request.

Warnings: abuse, fluff, panic attacks, angst, protective Rocket, swearing, clueless ravagers.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@queensdivas

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@austynparksandpizza

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“NONE OF THIS WOULD’VE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD JUST LET ME TAKE THE REINS FOR ONCE!!” exclaimed a voice.

“Well excuse me for not letting the man with the robotic eyes take the wheel.” Another voice snarked sarcastically. I was passing through Knowhere trying to organize some supplies when I heard the sound of arguing. I followed the voices and there were Ezekiel and Torath.

“Oh no what now?” I muttered as I walked towards them. The two of them continued to argue as I spoke up. “Hey guys.”

“You have any idea what that shrimp Quill is gonna do to us the minute we tell you lost the cargo?” Torath said.

“I lost the cargo? Need I remind you that it was because of your glitchy eyes that you hit the ejector button sending the cargo out into the depths of space!” Ezekiel snapped again at Torath.

“And need I remind you that you are literally the worst pilot in the entire galaxy! I’ve seen beasts with half a brain fly advance ships better than you!”

“Okay guys can we please just….” I tried to cease the argument but the two stubborn, pig-headed men got into a squabble. Fists were flying and swears were spat out. “hey! Hey! Hey! Hey guys stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” suddenly I caught an elbow to the nose which not only sent me to the ground but also in a flashback.

~Flashback~

I fell to the ground as a punch came across my face and I whimpered as I spat out blood.

“Quit being weak Terran! How will you ever grow a backbone if you keep behaving like a sniveling coward!”

“But sir it—” I was kicked in the stomach this time and I let out a soft but painful grunt.

“You tell me it hurts and I swear I will make your next test more painful than the last!” I whimpered and gave him a nod as he forced me to stand back up and told me to stand my ground as he kept punching and kicking me.

~End of flashback~

My chest tightened and my heart pounded against my ears. No I-I wasn’t there! I wasn’t there anymore! I-I have to get out of here! I stood up and took off running as fast as I could. Even when I had ran into someone I didn’t stop, all I knew was that I had to get out of there.

*Rocket’s POV*

I felt someone shove pass me but just before I could snap at them telling them to watch where they were going, I saw the familiar shape of (Y/n). Normally they don’t just run like that unless there’s something wrong or their in a hurry. And they’re usually not in a hurry.

That’s when I heard the sound of Torath and Ezekiel screaming and rolling all over each other in a brawl. I went over to them and called out to them.

“OI SHITS FOR BRAINS!!” but not even my voice could deter them from arguing. I nodded nonchalantly as I took out my electro-shocker gun and activated it. I first aimed it at Ezekiel and fired one shot before firing at Torath. And just like when Groot, (Y/n) and I first hunted down Quill, they both exclaimed as the electro-shock balls stuck to them and they were given a good shock. “Have I got your attention now shitbags?”

“What was that for rodent?” snapped Ezekiel.

“First of all don’t call me a rodent, not when I can give you a second dosage of shocks. Maybe this time I’ll crank it up a notch.” That got him to shut up. “Second of all, why was (Y/n) racing out from your general direction looking upset?”

“(Y/n) was here?” Torath asked as his robotic eyes moved around.

“Yeah she was now answer my question nimrods! What happened?!”

“I didn’t even know that she had even came here.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“How do you not notice them? They’re the only Terran besides Quill!”

“Wait, is that why my elbow hurts so much?” asked Ezekiel. My ears twitched and I slowly turned towards him, my tail twitching in anger.

“What. Was that. You said?!” I sneered lowly.

“In our squabble, I—I felt my elbow hit something but I—” I didn’t even let him finish as I launched at him and proceeded to beat the shit out of him. Blinded by pure rage.

How dare this son of a bitch hit (Y/n)! She had to live her entire life abused and tortured just to prove that she could enhance her skin into a hard-carbon shield. Had it not been for Groot and I, she would’ve had to spend the rest of her miserable life with that sick, cowardly bastard.

I was deep in my rage that I hadn’t even felt myself being pulled forced away from Ezekiel and Quill’s voice exclaimed.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa Rocket cool it man! Now I don’t know what the hell brought this on but you need to chill out right now!”

“This spineless rat hurt (Y/n)!” I yelled.

“I didn’t know they were even here! We didn’t know they were there!” Ezekiel tried to reason as Torath helped him up.

“With the way you two were bitching at each other you couldn’t see your own noses at the end of your faces!” I managed to wriggle my way out of Quill’s hold and without another word raced off to find (Y/n).

Being reminded of any form of abuse whether it’s done to themselves or they see if, they get triggered by it and let me tell you it gets bad. So bad that they sometimes forget where they are or whose friend of foe. All they see is that damned doctor.

I was asking around hoping that anyone had seen them but they all proved to be a bunch of negligent losers. That was until Mantis had said that she felt their emotions coming from my ship. I raced back to the Milano and soon enough in the main cockpit I found them huddled up, their chest rising up and down at an erratic pace.

I could also hear just how bad their heart was racing and could smell the panicked sweat from not only their brow but also their clammy hands. I walked towards them but didn’t speak, at this point they wouldn’t be able to hear me. But there was one way to pull them out of this…..and Quill or Drax better not be spying on me otherwise I’ll blast them halfway across the quadrant.

I sat as close as I could beside them and first gave their bicep a gentle and affectionate nuzzle. I then placed my paw onto their forearm and using my claws I very gently stroked down the skin of their forearm. Then going back up to the same place where I started before going back down again.

“C’mon (N/n). Come back to me. You can do this.” I muttered before their breathing slowed and they seemed to be coming back down to reality.

*My POV*

It had been forever since I had a panic attack. If I didn’t know what they were, I swear I thought I was dying. My vision was so blurry, I couldn’t even see my own hand in front of my face. There was this high-pitch ringing that was constantly piercing my ears and my body felt paralyzed after I had collapsed into god knows where.

That’s when I felt something furry against my arm. I also felt sharp nails (or claws) gently stroke down my arm. They didn’t hurt but they did send tingles up from my arm to my spine. Slowly the claws kept stroking down my forearm until I lifted it up and found my hand being placed on something soft.

I opened my eyes and after blinking away some of the tears as well as the haze that my vision was making, it began to focus and there I saw Rocket sitting right beside me. His ears slightly bent backward as his eyes were looking at me assuringly and I also saw that my hand was now resting just on top of his head.

He gave me a soft nod and allowed me to stroke through his fur (knowing that it helped calm me down in the past). After petting his head for a few minutes, I was able to unfold my legs from my chest so that they now were fully extended in front of me and I felt the tingling sensation of them falling asleep.

Rocket then rested his upperbody on top of my right thigh and allowed me to continue stroking his fur until I felt a vibration on my thigh. I looked down and as I stroked down Rocket’s neck, I could feel him purring, like actually purring. I didn’t even know he could purr (kinda made me think back to the cats back on Earth).

“I….didn’t know you could purr like a cat.”

“This is a once in a lifetime thing. You speak of this to anyone, especially that stupid mutt Cosmo, I’ll rip your head off.”

“Thank you Rocket. This……means a lot.”

“Been a long time since you had one, figured you’d need something to help calm you down.” Rocket can be gruff and hard on the outside but when he wants to, if you look deep, deep, deep, deep down inside, you’ll find that he’s just a sweet, caring, intuitive creature who will do anything to help you out.

Even if it’s purring like a cat and having someone pet you constantly until they feel centered again. But I wouldn’t have my best friend any other way.

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jolieblack · 11 days

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Jolie’s thoughts on Silver Blaze (Sherlock & Co. podcast) Parts 1 & 2

… because I can already tell that this will get too long if I wait for parts 3 & 4 to drop…

I know Joel has said in several places that this case is his favourite ACD story, so expectations are high… and not being disappointed so far!

I already loved this one at 3 minutes in, with the opening montage of part 1 being totally over the top, mega blockbuster crime of the century style, and then the next thing we get is Sherlock practising the clippity-clop thing and looking for a new home for 327 ants.

Sherlock being a train geek (of course he is) and going on about the ghost trains just after John went on about the creepy Dartmoor legends got me, too. In my book, Silver Blaze has never had a gothic horror vibe to it, but it may well have now! Let’s see how that aspect will develop.

Other details I loved:

John‘s mum: "He‘s a very sensitive boy and you need to respect that." - "He’s not a boy, he’s a man… who plays with ants."

John and Mariana pushing Sherlock into the case by threatening him with a party, and John being a gleefully cackling little bugger about it when it works.

"Just trying to understand how your brain works." - "Yeah, you and me both, mate."

Sherlock giving us a whole paragraph straight out of ACD (the "plethora" bit) - I love how well it always works in contrast with how everyone else in this universe talks.

The dodgy SD card, which - I hereby predict - will turn out to be more than a comedy element as the case progresses.

Sherlock deducing the entry code for the cottage, we love to see that kind of stuff, don’t we.

"We’ve got a horse to find. Giddy up."- Love it when Sherlock speaks ordinary colloquial modern English like a foreign language.

"You are a child, a giant crime-solving child!" - Sherlock Holmes in a nutshell.

"I’ve done the washing up - he said, pausing for a thank you - " - "Thank you."

Oh and scrolling on our phone to the point of existential crisis till we pass out is so how we all fall asleep these days, isn’t it. Jonk Watson, the true Everyman for the 21st century.

And then we get feeeeels, too!

Starting with "Talk to me, John." - 🥹🥹🥹 The incredible intimacy of that little moment. Also, another 'John', seemingly out of nowhere - is this Sherlock being incredibly finely attuned to the moments where John's war trauma may re-emerge, such as in this scene where they’re viewing a very badly injured body, ready to step in with whatever emotional support may be needed? If so, our boy has come a long way already since the first sweet but clumsy "Would you like to hold hands and talk about your emotions?" when they were viewing the body in Thor Bridge and I’M HERE FOR IT.

And what was that shower scene??? Things getting very much *less weird* for Sherlock while he stares at his dear companion in the shower (who presumably doesn’t shower fully or even half dressed) and imagines what life would be without him? If this show was heading in an unequivocal Johnlock direction, I‘d say this was an awakening. As it is, I don’t believe for a second that Sherlock was high. He just wanted reassurance that John would stay in the picture forever, whatever exactly you like to imagine the picture to be. 😭

More lovely details:

"Cinderella will go to the ball" - "You stop being so bloody clever, and I will stop with the compliments." And literally two minutes later it’s "I'm not asking you to be comfortable, I’m asking you to help me solve the case!" and John being Sherlock’s literal beast of burden so Sherlock can look over a wall that even little John Watson climbs without any assistance only a minute later.

Sherlock Holmes telling John Watson to get on his knees as if this isn’t the moment the Sherlock Holmes fandom has been waiting for for over 140 years.

Sherlock being gentle and friendly with the horse!

And to wrap up, a few thoughts on the case aspect:

[Warning: Contains spoilers for the original ACD story and may therefore contain spoilers for this version, too!]

The limping sheep in part 1 had me going 👀 already, and now the cataract knife has made its appearance, I really don’t expect a lot of surprises when we get to the denouement, and I'm assuming that the fact that there is an imprint of the letter S from the walking stick on the head of the murder victim just means that there was a violent confrontation quite some time before June actually died. Why else would Sherlock agree with Inspector Gregory that the imprint is there, but also with John that those extensive and massive injuries could not have been caused by a single blow with a stick? Nope, not sensing any dramatic plot twists compared to the original version this time. Let’s see if I was right!

#sherlock & co #sherlock & co podcast #podlock #sherlock and co #episode notes #silver blaze

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081314 · 1 year

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Sunset Savannah’s Tamashina-Mina – Episode 2 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Episode 2 of the Tamashina-Mina event. This part contains episodes 2-3 to 2-6. This concludes Episode 2.

Spoilers after the cut!

Episode 2-4

Kalim: Woah. So these are the outfits we get to wear for the tournament. They’re so cool!! And they’re super easy to move around in.

Lilia: I agree. Ah, now I’m wishing we could go play Catch the Tail right now.

Vil: This is a wild look imbued with nobility and brilliance, and one that will serve me well as my ally in battle. What I’m seeking here with this piece is the sense of the wild in its rawest form, where you’re able to enjoy nature itself without any gaudy adornments getting in the way. I can already tell this outfit is going to be an indispensable partner for me during the tournament. ...All that to say I've never tried out clothing like this before, but it's not bad at all.

Kalim: Honestly, I didn’t really understand half of what you were saying just now… But I really like the vibes we got going on. Just wearing these clothes makes it feel like there’s a bunch of power welling up inside of me!

Lilia: And this mantle here will protect me from direct sunlight. What a lifesaver!

Kalim: Yeah, covering yourself up actually helps keep you a lot cooler than when you go around bare skin.

Lilia: At any rate, you pull off that outfit wonderfully, Vil. Same as you always do.

Kalim: For sure! You look just like a model!

Vil: It’s not that I look like a model.

Kalim: Huh? Oh, yeah! That’s right! I was just trying to say that you look really good.

Vil: Of course I do. And you also look very stylish yourself, Kalim. You’re always wearing a bandana, so that one looks very natural on you.

Kalim: I’m happy to hear it! I tried tying it a bunch of different ways.

Lilia: The way I’m wearing mine is super cute too, don’t you think? Come take a look-see.

Vil: Yes, it’s distinctively Lilia-esque.

Lilia: No matter what I wear, I end up looking good. Oh, to be a devilishly handsome young man such as I! And this bandana looks like it will help ward off heat exhaustion. It’d be an insult to Jack if we end up falling victim to the same fate as he did.

Leona: Sorry to keep ya waitin’.

Kalim: Oh, you finished getting changed, too. You look totally awesome!

Lilia: Your outfit is even more magnificent than ours.

Leona: Yeah. That’s 'cause instead of being a tournament contender like you guys, I gotta serve as the leader of the Sunset Warriors.

Vil: You look great, as expected. I knew out of all of us, this outfit would look the best on you.

Kifaji: Indeed. Fine feathers make a fine bird, as they say.

Leona: Thanks for all the compliments. These outfits…. the “Beastly Attire”, they use the lion that was called the King of the Beasts as a motif. In other words, it’s clothing that was made to be worn by members of the royal family. Of course I look good in ‘em.

Vil: What he’s saying is true, but it’s still pissing me off.

Kifaji: Does Lord Leona act in such a manner even at your school? Oh my. What a truly decorous prince you’ve grown up to be.

Kalim: The pattern that’s on the mantle is great. I love stuff like this.

Leona: Fabric’s been a big deal in Sunset Savannah for a long time now. We’ve developed techniques for embroidery and color dyes, and for weavin’ patterns into the fabric.

Lilia: The design is great and the outfit itself will protect us from the harsh sun. Just one good thing after another.

Vil: And what are these masks?

Leona: They’re used for Catch the Tail. I’ll give ya’ll the down-low once we start practicing.

???: Sorry to keep ya waiting! I got changed, too!

Grim: What do you guys think? Looking cool, right? These are the duds they gave me and Yuu.

Yuu: We’re matching!

Lilia: You two are both wearing ribbons, I see.

Kifaji: Though they won’t be competing in the tournament, they are still Lord Leona’s school companions. I had these ribbons prepared for them so as to not be discourteous.

Yuu: How do we look?

Leona: Well, ya don’t look weird or anything.

Vil: Leona’s right, you don’t look out of place at all. You two look very charming standing next to each other like that.

Kalim: I’m so happy we all get to wear the Beastly Attire together! I wanna show Jamil, too.

Leona: You can show him all ya want after the competition is over. If you’d like, I’ll even let ya take those outfits back to school with ya. I’m sure Jamil would be just delighted.

Kalim: That sounds great! I’ll go ahead and do that, then. Thank you!

Vil: This isn’t going to be pretty.

Lilia: Oh, dear. I can already imagine him prancing around all happily as he shows off his new clothes to poor Jamil.

Kifaji: You all look splendid in those outfits. It was worth going through all that trouble getting them prepared at such short notice.

Lilia: If you hadn’t shrunk Jack’s outfit with magic, it would have been much too baggy for Kalim. That would have been so cute to see, him in those oversized clothes. Well, not any cuter than lil ol’ me, of course….

Vil: Yes, yes. We understand that you’re very cute. More importantly, we all need to thank Kifaji for preparing these outfits for us.

Kifaji: You needn’t thank me. What I did is just another part of my job.

Leona: Was callin’ me up the other day and remindin’ me about the festival another part of your duties as chamberlain?

Kifaji: Naturally? When you failed to appear at last year’s festivities, Lord Leona, it turned into quite the problem for Lord Falena. It is my duty to relieve our Lord of any distress that might befall him, so please do try not to cause him any bother.

Leona: That’s why I showed up, isn’t it? Ya might wanna try sayin’ “thank you” for once.

Episode 2-5

Kifaji: Regardless, for Lord Leona to bring along his school companions with him like this… I was a little surprised. I hadn’t the slightest idea that he's been so busy fostering friendships with the other students at Night Raven College.

Vil: Fostering friendships, huh… I wonder, are we even really all that close with Leona?

Kalim: Of course we are! Leona is our friend!

Lilia: Kufufu. You heard him, Vil.

Vil: Ah, is that right? Then we’ll leave it at that.

Kalim: Okay! Now that we’re all finished changing, let’s start practicing Catch the Tail now.

Leona: Kalim…. You really wanna practice duking it out in the hotel or something? We got a place to practice at already, just gotta wait a little while until we can go use the arena.

Kifaji: Might I suggest we do a little sightseeing in Sunrise City in the meantime?

Grim: Yeah, that’s a great idea! I bet we’ll be able to get our hands on some tasty food.

Kalim: Huh? But wouldn’t it be bad if we all go out and have fun while Jack’s not feeling well?

Kifaji: Master Kalim, Hakuna Matata.

Kalim: Haku… What’s that?

Leona: Hakuna Matata. It’s this real convenient phrase that’s been passed down in this country over the generations. It means ya shouldn’t take things so seriously. Hakuna Matata! Hah! Got a nice ring to it, huh?

Kifaji: There you go twisting things again. This is an important matter, you know. Anyways, even if you all were to stay here, fretting and mulling about, it's not as though Master Jack’s condition would suddenly improve as a result. And if you let this trip go to waste, I’m certain he would blame himself for it. I find it more prudent that you all enjoy yourselves to your heart’s content, so that you can come back and tell Master Jack all about the different things you saw and did.

Vil: You’re right. We should leave Jack in the doctor’s hands.

Grim: Exactly! And I’m starvin’ here!!

Lilia: Then it’s settled.

Kifaji: Please allow me to act as your official Sunrise City guide today.

Kalim: Thank you, Kifaji!

Grim: ‘Kay, let’s go get us some tasty grub already!!

Vil: Oh, good. There’s not a cloud in the sky. Fine weather for sightseeing.

Leona: Fine weather for you maybe. Everybody here prefers when it's rainin'.

Vil: Do you guys get little rain here?

Leona: It ain’t like the annual precipitation is low or anything, it’s just that we pretty much don't get any rain outside of the wet season. During the dry season, the people here will all be super anxious for it to rain again. That’s why we go over the top for the Tamashina-Mina festival, ‘cause we’re prayin’ for the rain to come.

Kalim: Hey, look over there! They got a fountain!

Vil: It’s very cool looking. I like it.

Leona: They built that thing not too long ago. Sunset Savannah doesn’t have a national water service, and Sunrise City’s the only place they've been developin’ the infrastructure at. This fountain here’s a symbol of that. Seein’ as water and sewer services are cornerstones of public health and all.

Kalim: Oh, wow! What’s that statue in the middle of the fountain?

Leona: …..It’s a baboon celebratin’ the birth of that lion cub.

Kifaji: To my knowledge, the sculpture is based off an anecdote from the age of the King of the Beasts.

Leona: Back then, when the heir to the throne was born, apparently the whole country came together for this grand ceremony. And that’s what this sculpture was based off of.

Kifaji: The baboon depicted in the sculpture was the top shaman in all the land, and the infant he’s raising up into the sky is the newborn prince. The animals gathered together around the fountain are celebrating the prince’s birth.

Vil: I see.

Kifaji: This statue was constructed five years ago to commemorate the birth of Lord Falena’s son. We held a lavish ceremony upon its completion, but Lord Leona was not in attendance.

Leona: Oh, really? I don’t remember that. And ain't it boring just standin' here lookin' at this thing? C’mon, let’s go somewhere else.

Episode 2-6

Grim: Woah! They got stalls of all different colors at this place!

Leona: This is Raintree Market. It’s a bazaar.

Grim: Oooh, I can’t wait any longer! Let’s hurry up and eat something already!!

Kifaji: At any rate, how about we start off with some refreshments?

Vil: Good idea. We understand very well now just how dangerous it is to take the weather here lightly.

Lilia: Indeed. We should all be sure to drink plenty of fluids throughout the day.

Kifaji: I shall go fetch your drinks for you. What would everyone like to order?

Lilia: I’d love a glass of tomato juice.

Leona: Don’t think I ever seen that sold here before.

Lilia: Ah, I was fearing you’d say that…. And here I’d been hoping to enjoy some locally made tomato juice. Then maybe I'll try some of that red-colored juice they’re selling over there instead.

Kifaji: That is hibiscus juice.

Grim: Hibiscus! …What’s that?

Leona: It��s a type of red flower that grows here. You can find 'em growin' in the wild, and there's also some places that cultivate ‘em.

Kifaji: The juice is made by boiling the calyces of the flower together with a bit of sugar.

Vil: It’s certainly an unusual drink. I’ve never had it before.

Lilia: The way you’re describing it, I do believe I’ve had it before. It was a long time ago, and I can’t even remember anymore how it tasted. Was it delicious, or was it rather not very good…

Vil: Well if you can’t even remember, then why did you choose it?

Lilia: ‘Cause it’s red.

Vil: ….Don’t tell me. It’s not that you like tomato juice, you just like drinks that are red?

Lilia: Hmm. Who knows?

Vil: And what should I have, I wonder. Looks like a lot of the stalls are selling a white-colored juice.

Leona: That’s juice made from the baobab that grow wild here. According to legend, a long time ago, whenever a new member of the royal family was born, they’d celebrate by paintin' the newborn’s forehead with the juices of the baobab fruit. 'Cause of that, it’s become a local specialty in Sunset Savannah. No tellin’ how much truth there is to that old legend… But, I mean, the juice doesn’t taste bad. It’s filled with lots of vitamins and it’s high in magnesium. People call it a “drinkable beauty serum”.

Vil: Is that so? I’ll give it a try, then.

Kifaji: My personal recommendation is a beverage that’s made from a mixture of baobab and hibiscus juice.

Vil: Oh, they have something like that?

Kifaji: Yes. The legend that Lord Leona spoke of, about how they would paint the baby’s forehead with the juices from the baobab fruit… It was said they were using a red colored juice.

Kalim: Huh? But the juice made from the fruit is white, though?

Kifaji: Indeed. In reality, the juices of the baobab fruit are white in color. It appears that as the legend was passed down through the ages, some parts of the story got a bit embellished, shall we say. And over time, the color of the juice they spoke of eventually changed from white to red. Because of that, more and more establishments have begun selling baobab juice mixed together with red hibiscus juice.

Leona: It’s just like I was sayin’. No tellin’ how much truth there is to those old legends.

Vil: Well now that you’ve said all that, it suddenly sounds a lot less appealing… But I am interested in its beauty effects. I’ll take the mixed juice.

Lilia: Me, too. Being able to enjoy a refreshment that has so much history behind it makes this whole trip worthwhile.

Grim: It looks yummy, so I choose the mixed juice, too!

Leona: Me, too. The quicker we can get this over with, the better.

Kalim: I, umm….Aah….

Leona: Quit stressin' out about it so much. The second prince of Sunset Savannah’s gonna be drinkin' this stuff, too, ya know.

Kifaji: That’s right. I spoke with Master Jamil earlier concerning your safety and whatnot. I’ll be sure to inspect the drinks beforehand, so you needn’t worry.

Vil: As expected, your consideration for guests of the state is truly immaculate.

Kalim: Thank you both! Then I’ll get the same mixed juice as you guys.

Grim: What’ll you have, Yuu?

Yuu: Same as you guys, the mixed juice.

Grim: No surprise there! Nyahaha, I can’t wait.

Kifaji: So it’ll be six glasses of juice in all.

Kitafi: I do apologize for the wait.

Kalim: Guys, let’s all raise our glasses together!

Lilia: Do let’s! And could we also snap a group photo, as well?

Vil: Pictures of me don’t come cheap, you know…. Hah, normally I’d say something like that, but Rook did ask me to send him some photos. It’s fine with me. Okay then…

Everyone except Leona: Cheers!!!

(Leona starts drinking his juice instead)

Grim: Hey!! Leona started drinkin’ his juice without us!

Vil: You’re seriously coldhearted, you know that?

Episode 1

Episode 2 (part 1)

Episode 3 (Part 1)

Episode 3 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 3)

Episode 4 (Part 1)

Episode 4 (Part 2)

Episode 5

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katzenprinz · 1 year

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Tuggoffelees prompt: Tugger follows Misto to his human home and becomes the thing that wouldn’t leave.

“…what is-“

“I don’t know, and he won’t leave.”

“Did you take him outside?”

“Yes! All morning! Every single time he’s gotten back in somehow. The windows are all closed and locked. I shut the chimney flue. I even checked the attic, but there are no holes. It’s just like-“

“Just like when Butler disappears and we look everywhere just to find he’s been asleep on the back of the couch the whole time?”

“Pretty much.”

“Where is Butler?”

The woman points at the very large, very fluffy creature now occupying the entire circumference of a basket with a round pillow inside it. Amongst the fluff, when the man leans closer, a small black ear can be seen.

“I think Butler brought him home with him,” the woman says. There is a pause. “He didn’t want to cuddle with me at all, but he followed me all over the flat for a bit and let me rub his ears. Even the little tufts. And the two of them have been inseparable.”

The man crosses his arms over his chest. “It was enough of a fight already finding a flat that would let us have one cat. They’re not going to allow us two. And I’m not sure that thing is even a cat. Not a domestic one, anyway. He’s got stripes and spots, both.“

“I think he’s what’s called a cashmere bengal. I looked up cat breeds. But he’s definitely also maine coon. That’s why he’s huge.”

On second look, the man can’t even see the basket that the ‘cat’ is curled up on because he spills out of it so much.

“We still can’t-“

“If you can get him to leave and not get back in somehow, then fine,” the woman says, even as she reaches over to stroke the strange cat’s fur. “But you know Butler always somehow does his vanishing act any time our landlord comes round. For all they know, this handsome beast could’ve always been our one cat we moved in with. Aaaand, Butler has cried every time I’ve tried to put his friend out.”

The man doesn’t seem convinced, and bends down to lift up the sleeping cat. It immediately awakens and writhes to escape his grip. And from the basket, a tiny meow of protest roses from the now-revealed black and white cat that is Butler, who is less than half the strange cat’s size.

Two hours later, the man slumps onto the couch. The woman laughs as the cat who had just been yowling at him and scrambling to get out of his grasp jumps up onto his chest and lays out down practically the whole length of the man. It begins to purr so loud it could probably be heard over half of London.

“Alright. I give up. He can stay.”

The woman beams, going to the hall and then quickly returning holding a black leather collar studded with tiny spikes. “Thank god!”

#cats the musical #mr mistoffelees #the rum tum tugger #tuggoffelees #sorry this one took me forever to respond to!!#this may not have been what you had in mind but I hope you enjoy it~#holden writes #my writing #drabble #cats the muscial

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squishycheekanon · 2 years

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Technoblade x reader - set some time after Dream’s visit.

I haven’t written for the OG in a while so I thought it’d be nice.

Dreamsmp reality

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, Techno simping.

Techno was a possessive man yes, but you were also pretty possessive yourself. How couldn’t you be? This man was everything and more. Truly you didn’t know how you got this lucky or what you could have possibly done to deserve him. You’re just grateful you have him.

“You’re staring.” His gruff monotone voice makes your heart skip a beat. It’s deeper than usual, his voice, sleep trying to pull him back in. You’d climbed out of the black hole of unconsciousness about an hour ago, an hour spent looking at your man.

His muscular stature at complete and utter ease, peacefulness making his features so relaxed. You loved seeing him this way, it put a smile on your face. Whenever Techno is awake you can bet he’s on edge. With all the enemies in the mainlands who can blame him. Not to mention the green man who knows about you. A big regret for Tec.

“I’m gazing.” You huff, and it’s so fucking adorable, the corners of Techno’s lips turn upwards knowing full well you’ve got a pout on your pretty lips.

“Sweetheart.” He slides his arm around your waist only just noticing he wasn’t touching you and well he couldn’t have that. He pulls your body into his trying to make up for the last few minutes his skin wasn’t against yours, with closeness.

Your sweet little hum in acknowledgment to the nickname your husband had given not long after you met, had his eyes opening to see the most beautiful sight. His perfect wife laying next to him in bed.

The curtains blow gently with the soft breeze, it’s oh so lovely on a hot day like this. You’d think with all the snow around it would be cold all the time but as your hot blooded beast likes to remind you with every complaint, it gets hot sometimes. Days like this you’re grateful Techno had gone all DIY crazy recently and built a balcony for you to sunbathe on.

The warm streaks of sunlight glare through the cracks of the curtains leaving behind shards of sun in its wake. Ones that seem to find the end of the bed, they catch Techno’s eye and all the voices go into mayhem. Each one having a fit about what a horrible day it’s going to be because of the ghastly heat in the air.

Though Techno isn’t listening, how can he when your staring up at him so prettily.

“Let’s stay in bed today.” He suggest and the voices quieten at the idea, it’s not half bad. Your giggle makes the words worthwhile even if the day doesn’t go that way.

“We can’t stay in bed all day Tec, what about food?” You question with an accusing tone, eyes narrowing in offense.

“Oh how silly of me!” He smirks watching you smile in response, “how could I forget about food!” Your Piglin hybrid laughs, and it’s so nice seeing him happy. God knows he deserves it.

“More like stupid of you.” You blink lazily heart full of love when he looks at you like he is.

“Shut up you child!” The voice of Phil makes you jump slightly, a deep unwilling growl comes from Techno when you do. He didn’t mean to, you both know that but something made you jump. He can’t help that instinctively his primal reflex to anything that could be a threat to you was violence. He had his Piglin brethren to thank for that.

“I’m not a child!” Tommy’s voice has you sitting up in bed with a small laugh, eyes on the balcony doors parallel to your bed, they’re slightly open letting you earwig the conversation happening below. You don’t regret Phil living next to you one bit. It’s made your lives better and more interesting to say the least. That plus the knowledge that your friend is just next door and safe puts you both at ease.

“You kinda are.” Ranboo’s voice is added to the mix as the trio’s footsteps are heard on the wooden bridge joining yours and Phil’s houses together.

“Shut the fuck up. Aren’t we gonna ask if they wanna join?” Tommy asks pointing to his uncle’s house. Phil gives him a pointed look knowing his Aunt and Uncle would be very preoccupied at this time in the morning.

“No.” Phil shakes his head setting off to hunt for food, the boys following him.

“They’re gone.” Techno can’t help but sigh his warm large hands wrapping around your form easing you back into the covers with him. “It’s just us.” You recognise it, it’s buried deep within your mind, that tone underlining the perfect monotonous voice.

You let him do as he pleases, he knows what you like. His hands sliding over your bare body taking in every edge, curve, and inch. It’s slow and teasing, his rough fingertips dragging across your body. It’s times like these when the voices are absolutely silent.

“Tec.” It’s more of a whine than a whimper, it slips from your lips that you want to be swollen from his kisses, he understands leaning down to kiss you softly. His lips slotting over yours, body moulding against you always so warm and soft.

“Gonna take care of you darlin’.” The words vibrate through you making your cunt flutter, his thick fingers slide though your dripping folds. The moan echos in the air, but it’s not from you it’s from him. His eyes close and his face contorts with pleasure at the feel of you, it’s so perfect. “Can’t get enough of this cunt. My cunt.”

He doesn’t think you hear it but fuck you do, you hear him say those words just as he pushes a finger inside of you and you sob. It’s glorious, so thick and so warm. You have to use the same words because you can’t think of any others; your mind so gone from the feeling of him inside you.

His phrases of pure praise bring you higher and higher to your peak, he knows what he’s doing when he speaks about you like you’re not there. When he talks about your pussy as if it’s a whole ass person. Another finger and your arching off the bed chasing the orgasm that’s building so spectacularly.

“Fuck sweetheart, look at the way she’s sucking me back in so desperate to keep my fingers inside.” He moves, he has to get a better view of this. No matter how many damn times he sees it, he can’t stop staring, can’t stop his hot blood boiling with desire.

Techno groaned at the sight of his third finger sliding into your sopping cunt, “oh yes that’s it.”

“Techno!” You clench with a ear piercing whine, you know it’s loud and you thank whoever’s listening that the trio decided to go food hunting. You can still hear Steve’s oovvvvv outside and some of the dogs barking but it’s nothing compared to the high pitched whines ringing in your husband’s ears.

“Oh yes.” He grins so cheekily when you start clenching more and more he knows you’re there, “oh yes come on sweetheart, give it to me.” He starts pistoling so fucking quick, it leaves your body frozen. Your eyes disappearing into your skull with each wave of pleasure rolling over you again and again. He doesn’t stop, letting your second orgasm merge with your first one.

It flows through your veins so spectacularly, it has you sobbing in the air trying to pull away from his overstimulating hand, “Don’t run from me sweetheart.” He tuts with a dangerous glare warning you to move an inch. Now, you could stay still take the overstimulation and orgasms given with such love and gentleness. Or you could move, pull away, maybe even run and get a punishment. You didn’t know which one sounded better.

He sees it, sees the contemplation in your eyes and shakes his head slowly. “Sweetheart-“

You grin, “What?” You pull away gently and he lets you, you don’t even question it as he watches you stand on shaky legs, “as if you’re gonna do anything.” You scoff with such fake confidence, watching him narrow his eyes a menacing grin growing on his face.

“Run.”

And I-

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taegularities · 2 years

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right, sorry for not mentioning things earlier 😅 so a fluff drabble for soaring high with tae, oc and jae? a day out! where jae misses oc and tries to call her with tae's phone or something lmaoo

anonymous said: bae i rlly need a drabble to see what souring high!tae is like when they’re finally alone 😮‍💨😮‍💨❤️ u could literally do anything that u want !!

fic: soaring high pairing: dilf!taehyung x reader warnings: a cute son, a cute dad, a cute relationship between said son and oc; tae loves to watch them play. he really is into oc, he just doesn’t say it smh. super sweet dilf!tae <3, explicit sexual content: fingering implied, he bends her over, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it), manhandling, multiple rounds of sex implied, he’s so hungry and a beast, dom!tae, degradation; a whole lotta fluff too <3 wc: 1.5k (damn??) a/n: i thought i could merge those two requests into one !! hope that's okay and that u guys like it 🥰 if u’d like to indulge in the fluff parts only, u can totally stop reading after they drop off jae at his friend’s place. and do lmk what u think! <333 also totally unedited again, i apologise 😭

ask my character! (no more drabble requests, please!) <3

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The sun shines onto the park pleasantly, the sky an azure blue and busy voices sounding all around. Children are busy exploring every corner of the place; one has been chasing a squirrel for over twenty minutes, Taehyung is sure.

Except his own spawn.

Immersed in the wonders of technology, he taps around Taehyung’s phone; most of the apps don’t interest him much, too adult-y, and too colourless.

His eyes dart between various symbols, not quite sure what to settle on. He sighs, somehow focused on both exploring and rambling. Taehyung has been nodding and humming for half an hour, listening to his son’s stories about kindergarten and teasing girls.

And when the narration ends, Taehyung waits for a moment. Reckons the tale is over, that his son has vented his chest off once and for all – but when he glances over to him, looking down at his wiggling legs and content smile, he realises why silence has descended upon them.

“What... wait, what are you doing?”

The phone rings. And then, your voice chimes through. Jae knows the functions enough to apparently not just recognise the picture Taehyung set for you on his phone, but to put a call on loudspeaker, too.

“Where are you?” Jae yells, and you make a sound that indicates you’re taken aback.

Then, a giggle sounds through the phone, and you fall back into your toddler voice as you ask, “Heyyyy, Jae, how are we doing? I’m at home.”

“Can you come to the park?”

Taehyung watches with furrowed eyebrows, close to snatching the phone from his son before he sees the delight in his boy’s eyes.

“Which park, baby?” you ask, still laughing.

“Uhm... near my kindergarten.”

“Right now?”

“Please?”

“You don’t have to,” Taehyung’s voice interrupts, and Jae looks at him as though he’s noticing just now that his father is right next to him, watching him.

There’s a small pause, a chiming of keys, a hum; then, you say, “It’s okay. I’m not doing anything today anyway.”

Because who are you to deny any request the little man might have? You can’t remember ever saying no – Taehyung says you spoil him too much. You call it “making his kid love me”.

And as he wished, you find yourself in the park around twenty-five minutes later; Jae’s eyes light up – genuinely delighted. Stars in his eyes that resemble the ones in his father’s gaze.

Previously busy with digging holes in the sandbox, he gasps; runs towards you with his little yet fast feet, clinging onto you as if he didn’t see you just last weekend.

Taehyung never says much when Jae and you play around. He enjoys the scene, enjoys the way you whisper secrets into each other’s ears; or how you let him win every game of rock, paper, scissors.

How he chuckles and falls back onto the couch when you crack a stupid joke or tell him a story from work.

“I forgot the shovel,” he tells you loudly, looking at you wide wide, shocked eyes. “We can’t make a sandcastle!”

“Oh no!” you exclaim; both your gazes drift to Taehyung’s, seeking help.

“Daddy, can I go and get it?”

But his beloved father kills both your hopes with one shake of his head, wiggling a finger as he says, “You’re invited at Chae’s. Maybe she has a shovel and you can play in her garden.”

“But–”

Jae looks between you and his dad, pleading and innocent.

“You can’t let a friend wait, Jae,” Taehyung scolds, standing from the bench. The beige slacks are smooth, hugging his waist where he tucked his white shirt in. The shape of his body is so alluring – the curves, edges and bulges leave nothing to imagination.

As always.

And your insides keep buzzing. Keep twirling as you look at him. Watch him talk to Jae, smiling softly, talking to him, reprimanding him. Telling him that he’d pick him up around eight, and that he needs to behave if he wants to eat his favourite pasta dish tonight.

Before you know it, you’re left alone with the man who asked for your number after a flight months ago. The man who rearranged your insides, anything but shy, a demon and lovely father at once.

But now that you look at him, his eyes are tender. Sweet and soft, housing care for not just his son and his relationship to you, but for you as a person, too.

Taehyung’s two-story-flat isn’t too far from little Chae’s house, so you decide to walk the small distance to his place.

Being alone with Taehyung never really comes with awkwardness. It has become your own personal source of comfort; one you cherish. One you think back to when the moments are over.

“What were you doing all day?” he asks, thumbs in the pockets of his pants.

“Was just rewatching my favourite show. I’m glad you guys called.”

“Well... Jae called.”

“Yeah, technically,” you say, smiling, your steps slow and relaxed.”

“Gilmore Girls, was it?” Taehyung then guesses, squinting one eye shut in concentration.

“You remember my favourite show? That’s flattering.”

“I uh,” he starts, swallowing, “I remember your favourite dessert, too. And your favourite drink. If you want, we could...”

You wait, looking at him in anticipation; he looks sweet when he’s shy. Utterly different from when he batters your body. He licks his plush lips, and you wait some more before you ask, “Yeah?”

“If you want, we could go to my place, and... eat some dessert?”

You laugh.

You know what that means.

First he eats his favourite dessert – pretty much swallows it whole. Then he lets you eat yours.

And then, he finally opens his fridge and takes out the actual delicacy.

“You know my dearest pastime,” you tell him, and he laughs.

“Jae was missing you.”

“Although we met last week?”

“Mmmh, honestly, he can’t ever stop talking about you anyway.”

And Taehyung enjoys it. Loves to hear your name, basks in the pictures of you that his son calls forth.

“And,” he hesitates, licking his lips again, “I talk about you a lot, too.”

You almost halt in your steps; your heart falls down deep and lands in front of his feet. It does the same whenever he mumbles things like these – you might never get used to it.

“What is it that you talk about?” you ask.

“Just... I ask him what he thinks of you. Then I tell him what I think of you.”

“And what you think of me is...”

“Is for me to know and for you to find out.”

“Unfair.”

You hit his shoulder playfully right when you arrive in front of his entrance door. One hand of his holds his keys – but the other grabs your softly violent wrist, tugging your body close before he whispers, “Gonna treat you fairly to make it all good... ‘kay?”

Here he is. The beast you know.

The beast you still haven’t grown used to. The beast who pulls you inside his apartment, pushes you against the door. Growls against your skin, holding your arms over your head.

Mumbling curses against your flesh, eyes closed, groaning and lost.

He licks a trail along your neck. Tugs at your panties, shifting up your dress.

Taehyung’s slender fingers explore your shivering body, digging deep where you want him most.

“Pretty little cum dumpster,” he murmurs in between his actions; words so sore, actions so raw. “Prettiest woman in this neighbourhood.”

“Just this neighbourhood, huh?” you moan, laughing, eliciting a chuckle out of him as well.

“Just scared to use the word universe, ‘cause... you wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

You want to remark something, but words die in your throat once he bends you over his desk, pushing away his books and stationery.

His cock is throbbing, hard, slick with his own spit when he enters you caringly. A hand rests on the small of your back, the other holding your wrists under your shoulder blades.

He caresses your skin, pumps into you harshly, harder, a deep baritone assuring, “You’re the fucking best pussy I’ve ever fucked. God, I wanna... wanna–”

“Wha– what?”

“I don’t want you to be able to walk for fucking days, baby.”

He says that every time. And he keeps the promise every time.

His hand comes down to clutch the flesh of your ass tightly, slapping against it, pushing it up; and then, he repeats. Until your bottom feels bruised, aching and tingling.

Just how you like it best – he knows.

And when his thumb circles your clit, feeling your cunt clench around his veiny, thick cock, he lets go the moment you do. Synchronised, crazed, loud.

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, I–”

“Taehyung, I can’t feel... my limbs.”

Of course you can’t. His grip cuts off the bloodstream in your arms, and your legs jiggle like pudding, close to giving out.

But his arms are strong and steady. Keep you afloat, his body pressed against yours.

He keeps you close, panting against your ears, ready for another round after your beloved dessert.

He wonders, “What do you think how many rounds we can go before I need to pick up Jae again?”

Cheeks pressed against the cold desk, you smile, readying your body for an evening of exhaustion and pleasure. Digging your nails into your palm, you wet your dry lips, open your eyes and say, “Let’s find out.”

DAMN THIS WAS........ longer than expected holy. please do let me know what u think !! <333

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So let’s talk Bakugan!

Boy what an odd ball of the Mon genre. I was in college when Battle Brawlers came out, but Mon Series are my jam so I’m obligated to still tune in to see what it was like.

Over the years in its so far three generations, it’s… pretty much the left over scraps of its contemporaries. G1 was Pokémon, Digimon, and Yu-Gi-Oh! smooshed together, and as it went along it felt like it skewed more towards Digimon and Zatch Bell, largely abandoning the Yu-Gi-Oh! flavor in exchange for Super Robot style evil empires. (I thought it was also funny that New Vestroia seemed to copy Beyblade’s Cyber Bit-Beast concept with the Mechanical Bakugan, which comes full circle with G3 Bakugan toys mimicking Beyblade with its new weapon gimmick.) The creature designs came off as as a mix of Digimon and Yugi, but having what I can best describe is a western monster flair that I think helped it stand out a bit more, and like Digimon, leaned into an anything goes approach from mecha, knights, Sentai aliens, dinosaurs and utter nonsense creatures like Goblinball and Wontu. G2 meanwhile asks the question “What if we smooshed Pokemon and Transformers together?” (Funnily enough, RiD15 had its own Bakugan adjacent gimmick in Cyclone Mini-Cons prior to release). Its creature design felt a bit conflicted. Initially all Bakugan were designed to appear fully mechanical, with a Bayformers/Aligned flair. However as the series went along, the purely mechanical aesthetic was dropped in favor of sleeker armored looks, that felt restricted as all the Bakugan were largely just giant animal robot. You had a few unique designs like Ryerazu, Spartillion, Auratoa, and several mishmash generics, but they felt too far between in favor of stuff like giant cat or giant shark.

G3 design wise seems to instead be a hybrid of its previous generations. The Bakugan largely return to being primarily organic beings as they were in G1, but largely sticking to the giant animal motif of G2. However because they’re not hindered by the mecha style, the designs feel more fresh and nostalgic, now closer to designs like Tigrara and Preyas again. The main draw back is the Bakugan are still rendered in 3D, so the more organic designs don’t work well in that style as they did for the purely mechanical ones. Also like G2, the generic designs are also surprisingly charming, and I like them a little more than the main Bakugan like the dolphin man, ankylosaurus, a Leomon looking fellow and some assorted dinos and dragons.

Bakugan, in its three major generations, have generally followed some general blueprints: the Bakugan are divided in color coordinated factions, the main villains are either evil Bakugan and/or corrupt human(oids), with most importantly of all: the leads are almost always new iterations of Dan & Drago. This consistency of using Dan and Drago is honestly kind of impressive, even though its technically different characters each time, but it's funny to me that in an era where Ash has been (for the time being) retired, Bakugan still relies on Dan, Digimon brought back Tai and now Davis, and Yokai Watch brought back Nate after experimenting with using his future children. Whether that remains in a potential 4th generation of Bakugan remains to be seen though...

The different factions concept is both interesting and kind of frustrating about Bakugan. A big appeal for Pokemon and Digimon is having these profiles that expand on what each creature does and what its like, allowing you to pick and choose some favorites based on that if need be. Bakugan... doesn't seem to have that for whatever reason, and I never understood why. Most guidebooks are largely reliant on what a specific species of Bakugan has done in the anime, with G2 being the most egregious, as the profiles are extremely limited and incomplete due to Battle Planet not even being half way done when the book was made. I tend to suspect part of this was due to the Elemental Attribute/Factions concept, as many Bakugan are quite literally a horse of a different color in the same species, and it was probably seen as simpler not to write how a Ventus Tigrara is different from a Subterra Tigrara. Not helped are characters like Preyas and Elfin, who are depicted as chameleons, who can freely change their Attribute colors, and in Elfin's case in particular, she gains a new design to correspond to each type, despite not changing personality (at least that I recall). It might actually have been fun to see different Dragonoids similarly have different designs based on attributes, like a Ventus Drago is more bird like, an Aquos Drago's wings are more like fins, just small things.... But part of the toy lines appeal is just getting the same guy in different colors, so that probably wouldn't make sense to sculpt the toys like that.

While individual Bakugan don't really have that much lore, it is fascinating to see how Bakugan's lore has evolved in the different generations though. In G1, the Bakugan are monsters that came from another dimension, Vestroia, which was divided into different dimensional planes comprised of the different attributes. When Bakugan enter other worlds outside their own, they assume their ball forms, implying it's not something their race were capable of doing originally, as well as being only able to attack when partnered with other beings by using cards. After series villain Naga was stopped, and the Cores of Vestroia were restored, the dimension was reshaped into a proper planet called New Vestroia. On top of Bakugan coming to Earth via dimensional rifts, similar to how it works in Digimon, the Bakugan also fell to other dimensions, and bonded with the human analogs there in Vestal, Gundalia and Nethia, with it being revealed the Bakugan are descended from an ancient force in the G/N universe called Code Eve, with all Bakugan descended from primordial versions of Dragonoid and Dharak. Bakugan are divided into Pyrus, Haos, Aquos, Ventus, Subterra and Darkus types, referring to fire, holy light, water, wind, earth and darkness. Bakugan don't seem to have an active government or form of civilization in this universe, and like most instances in Digimon, just seem to do whatever they like. This presumably is just to make it easier for them to partner up to humans, since that's the focus, lol. It does appear Bakugan do just adapt to Earth, Vestal, and so on's various culture anyway. Bakugan are capable of Evolution, like Pokemon and Digimon, though its not as ... impressive. Evolution mostly seems limited to a slightly modified version of the base Bakugan, and usually doesn't seem to progress beyond this secondary form. Drago is the only one that constantly evolves into multiple forms, though esoteric means typically, but possibly also due his lineage with Genesis Dragonoid. Dharak similarly seems capable of multiple Evolutions, though he's the only one to Evolve into a completely separate creature as Razinoid via other means. A form of Pseudo Evolution via Fusion in Mechtanium Surge is introduced, but it's not clear if all Bakugan are capable of doing this. While Bakugan don't appear to have their own technology, they make use of advanced Vestal and Gundalian technology to use special battle suits and vehicles suited to themselves. While primarily children are depicted as using Bakugan, older teens and adults are capable of bonding and using them no issue.

G2 meanwhile goes its own direction, but borrows fairly heavily from its predecessor.

Here, Bakugan are instead divided into Pyrus, Haos, Aquos, Ventus, and Darkus, where they're governed by the divine Golden Bakugan. Subterra was apparently retired as a faction as it wasn't considered popular, so Ventus is reworked to be more nature themed to make up for Subterra's absence. Haos is apparently still themed around holy light, but it feels a bit... forced when the Golden Bakugan are this too.

The different factions are said to have not gotten along in the past, though this mostly only comes up in Armored Alliance through the ancient, Earth bound Bakugan, as the present day Bakugan don't seem to have any beef with each other. Like G1, the planet is connected to special Cores that help keep Vestroia going. Somewhat confusingly, due to later retcons, its stated that Bakugan have a symbiotic relationship with their home planet, that requires them to constantly battle to give off the necessary energy to fuel the planet. Later on, it seems this isn't really the case anymore... Also, the Bakugan also benefit to this energy exchange, which made me think they don't require food like we do, but apparently Ventus Bakugan are the farmers, so they apparently do require food...? It's one of those world building things I never quite got. Meanwhile Bakugan naturally can assume ball form here as part of their evolution, so much so, the ancient Geogan are apparently primordial Bakugan specimens that assumed different shapes prior to the evolution to sphere forms. The series seems to be copying G1's idea that Bakugan only assume their ball forms while on other planets, but it appears to be more a form of convenience the Bakugan can control, as their giant forms aren't otherwise compatible with Earth. The aforementioned Cores were tampered with by the first antagonist, Tiko, who seems to be the stand in for Naga, creating a chain of events that see the Bakugan come to Earth similar to G1, only it results in Vestroia fusing with Earth, creating a sort of inner world concept where Bakugan can live freely within Vestroia, but through unspecified means, Bakugan will periodically be "born" on Earth, emerging in ball form via liquid sacks and bond with humans. Unlike G1, Bakugan specifically bond with children, but teenagers and adults aren't able to readily bond with Bakugan without using special Devices. It's not... really explained super well why this is that I recall, but its one of G2's most consistent ideas that lasts until the series finale. Bakugan aren't entirely welcomed by most of humanity, with several companies like AAAnimous capturing Bakugan and brainwashing them into obedience using mind control devices, though by Armored Alliance things stabilize, but Geogan Rising onward sees several wild Bakugan not happy at how humans treated them...

Bakugan are capable of Evolution here also, and like G1, it's mostly limited to a slightly modified version of the base form, with Drago and opposite Nillious being the only ones who can evolve into multiple stages at first. Evolution is apparently something not all Bakugan can accomplish and later on, Evolution was removed entirely due to Vestroia channeling the power post Tiko into special battle gear and fusion based abilities. Confusingly, Evolution returns anyway, where Bakugan can assume special speed and strength forms this time. Even more confusingly, it appears Evolution technically still happens in the five series of G2, as the main Bakugan assume different default forms in each series, with Nillious confusingly having Evolved into a robust, three headed centaur like dragon... only to revert back into his original bipedal two headed stage with no explanation after that. Evolution wasn't explained well at all here, though it was clarified only specific Bakugan are capable of fusion, and is otherwise something they can't typically do.

One detail I liked is the G2 Bakugan can apparently assume ball form to travel in space, which feels like a reference to the asteroid mode Bayverse Transformers assumed in earlier material. In this universe, Bakugan made contact with Earth in its prehistory, with some Bakugan apparently surviving long enough to interact with early man, as the present day uncovered artifacts related to the Bakugan made by humans. That said, Bakugan are apparently immortal to some extent, as fossilized Bakugan can be easily revived, while the Geogan apparently just exist in their own separate plane and can be summoned at will. Similarly, presumably to soften things for younger children at the time, villainous Bakugan don't die, when they technically should like Tiko, with Hanoj evidently being so absurdly powerful, he can't be killed or knocked into "stasis", and instead has to be sealed away in a nearby planetoid. Bakugan appear to have their own devolved civilization, something that was rather vague in G1, but here the Bakugan have various villages and cities that have a rustic RPG vibe I kinda dig. Unlike G1, where Bakugan can survive on other planets just fine, G2 era Bakugan are largely only able to survive on Earth due to their symbiotic ties to Vestroia, and once Vestroia is separated and becomes its own planet again, the Bakugan can't live on Earth anymore, and can only visit periodically in short visits. Interestingly, the ancient Bakugan on prehistoric Earth could survive just fine, but after stopping an asteroid collision, it still caused a shift in the environment that forced most Bakugan into stasis and later fossilization.

G3 is still going as of typing, but it takes the biggest departure, but replacing Elemental Factions with Clans. This instead refers to a Bakugan's species with Dragons, Beasts, Dinosaurs, Birds, Bugs and Aquatic types. Beasts seem to be the spiritual successor to Subterra, with Haos and Darkus being removed entirely. Somewhat confusingly, the Clans aren't really bound by specific colors, so Bakugan still come in Pyrus, Haos, Aquos, Ventus, Darkus, Subterra type colors, which makes me wonder if in some early stage of development, Bakugan were meant to still be divided into Attributes, but were segregated into Clans based on what animal they were, but the concept was dropped. Like G2, the Bakugan are space aliens again, but instead hail from the Vestroian System, which includes planets each Clan is native to: a planet of Dragons, a planet of Birds, etc. And like the South Park joke, all these different clans are stuck on Earth and forced to cohabitate. Unlike previous series, these Bakugan REALLY don't get along with each other, and largely stick with their own kind. Only the Misfit clan sees various Bakugan from other clans team up and become friends alongside their human partners.

In this version of events, the Bakugan are at war with each other, similar to the Transformers, with the opposing leaders being Dragonoid who assumes an Optimus Prime like role, while Nillious is... well he's supposed to be Megatron, but his personality and mannerisms evoke Starscream pretty heavily. Very little of Vestroian culture is seen, but the Bakugan do possess technology of their own that they use to fight each other. This being G3's version of battle gear, but this gear also doubles as a form of Evolution, with the Bakugan functionally Armor Digivolving. While Bakugan can naturally assume ball form like G2, they don't usually STAY in this form while on Earth, with the new idea being Bakugan base forms are roughly human sized, allowing them to interact with our planet better. This leads to humorous scenarios of them using public transportation and holding jobs when not with their human partners, making them more independent than they've usually been. They can still assume giant "evolved" forms, which seems to be treated as an ability Bakugan can't normally do until they partnered with humans, referencing older G1 concepts. Interestingly, Bakugan and humans are shown to synch upon meeting, with glowing eyes sealing a bond, something older series didn't do, which I find cool. G3 overall seems to be a more revised version of G2, with a slightly more engaging story, showing the Bakugan being embraced by humans, but Brawls being forced to go underground due to laws that restrict them. One company does capture and experiment on Bakugan however, but this doesn't appear to be as big of a problem this time, with humans and Bakugan getting along fine otherwise... However....

Most of Bakugan's villains tend to cycle from Evil Bakugan to Evil Human and so on. G2 largely operated on Evil Bakugan being the main villains, with humans being secondary when applicable. Usually a rival or main villain would be a teenager wearing a mask, starting with Masquerade, continuing with Spectra and later Magnus. G3's main villain revives it once more, with this teenager out for revenge against the Bakugan, as their sudden appearance caused the death of his parents. Using his parents' inventions, he created a G2 style control Device to brainwash Bakugan into a frenzy to initially frame them as a threat, but it later evolved into a desire to control them to take over the Earth in order to "set things right", due to the bad luck he perceived his family having. It's still a pretty unique take all things considered, and G3, if nothing else, has a better balance of humor and stakes, where as G2 often struggled with that post Battle Planet for some reason. Executive meddling I wager. I also adore that the Bakugan actually get to be characters in G3 again, as a major problem in G2 is most Bakugan didn't really get to talk or do much. Trox and Hydrous in particular suffered this, which to my surprise, G3 Trox not only gets proper dialogue, he has a very fun personality, sort of a eager beaver tourist Texan with nerdy interests that I really dig. Same with Nillious, though I admit I'm not sure if making him the slightly more competent Starscream works for him, but I still enjoy this direction. G3 is also interesting in that people seems to largely be on board with the anime, but the toys this time around are seen as a downgrade. The Beyblade style gimmick of the toys isn't really communicated at all in the show, with it being being questioned why it just wasn't more clip on G1 and G2 like Battle/Baku-Gear instead. The toys have a new phase coming out soon that seems to be another form of Evolution, as the package art shows Drago assuming a four legged beastial form, but how that works for the anime has yet to be seen. The toy sales of G3 aren't going so hot either, but as the series seems to have a cliffhanger atm, I hope the anime and toys aren't canceled before it gets properly resolved... Still, I'm not sure if we'll get a G4 atm unless the toy sales turn around, but I hope we get one, because the evolution of Bakugan as a series continues to fascinate me on how they spin it each time, despite still being the odd cousin of its Pokemon and Digimon relatives.

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lestappenforever · 2 months

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Quick and Weekly (or rather race week specific) kind of analysis, basically just my takes on what went on during the race.

WE NEED TO GET THE YOUNGER ROOKIES SEATS. Ollie was an absolute beast yesterday, finish p7, managing the tyres, MANAGING A 7 TIME WORLD CHAMPION BEHIND HIM, holding off the rest of the pack, close to overtaking george, just Nico with his experience was able to hold him off a bit longer. Scoring more points in F1 than F2. Scoring more points than almost half of the grid. All with just one free practice session. This kid has a future (the only driver I could actually call kid😂)

Ferrari look fast. Finally being able go see Charles’ pace yesterday, in addition to not being fucked over by strategy or any shit, they’ve done a pretty good iob on that car. I mean, a rookie scored on his debut, and so far, a Ferrari’s always been on the podium. Of course this is just the second race, but still.

Haas aren’t that shit this year. The car looks good. Kevin was an absolute MENACE yesterday. Holding off Yuki, Esteban, Zhou, Valtteri, Alex, Logan, Daniel ALL WHILE HE KNOWS HE HAS A 20 SECOND PENALTY. Also Nico’s pace was pretty good, holding off Zhou and Alex, and kind of with ease. Apparently having a TP other than Guenther is proving to something quite positive.

RB are in shambles. Like, Yuki was pretty good, but wasn’t able to convert his p9 quali to points, and Daniel is just not doing well, that even with that 20 second penalty to Kevin, he’s still dead last. (Maybe it wasn’t McLaren, it was the choice of leaving red bull back in 2019) (I have a whole thing in my head about Daniel, and I still want to make sure if the facts and data before sharing it). But it might have been a miss that RB didn’t get Liam in this season, but we never know. I mean, Helmut Marko did say that there could be mid season surprises. And so far, non of the RB drivers seem or look to be even in contention for that Red Bull seat, in all honesty, it appears so far that Checo is more likely to keep his seat for 25!

I am not 100% convinced with either McLaren or Mercedes. Like yes both are consistently scoring points, and gaining, but I can’t really find that speed. Like they are okay, better than last year, but not Ferrari level improvement. Also, the strategy that both teams put Lando and Lewis on (especially Lando) cost him a better position, more points, maybe even a podium let’s be real.

Williams are okay. Ngl, I love James Vowels, his technicalities and as he said in DTS his geek-inees (hoping to be like him honestly one day). I feel like, Saudi and Bahrain aren’t really their tracks, because they did well, both Logan and Alex gaining positions. They are a team I’m waiting and hoping to see thrive, because Alex and Logan both deserve it.

Stake were okay, especially with that Zhou crash in FP3, like he couldn’t even qualify, but strategy kind of wasn’t ideal, and in all honesty, they’re just kay, not too fast, but not too slow.

And finally, our leaders. Despite everything, they do be cooking (Adrian and Max, you’ve both done it). That speed, the tyre deg, just everything about that car is phenomenal. And Max deserves it, after everything he’s gone through in his life, and he deserves to re-write the history books, which he already is, with re-reaching seb’s record not even 6 months after breaking it. This man who everyone is bored of his dominance are all going to be crying and missing him after he retires (I DON’T WANT TO THINK OF THIS DAY, BECAUSE I’LL BE THE FIRST ONE IN TEARS) but Max Emilian Verstappen is something that hasn’t come and probably won’t come again in Formula 1 and Motorsport history.

So yeah, that’s kind if my inital takes in the race, kind if a mini summary as well, and may we always listen to the Dutch National Anthem because I’ve been emotional this week with Max and everything happening around him.

This is such a wonderful analysis that really doesn't need anything added to it because you've got this spot-on, so I will try to keep my own thoughts relatively brief.

Ollie did incredible and I am so excited to see him in F1 permanently. Him and Liam? The future is bright.

I am cautiously optimistic about Ferrari and I really hope that, for once, they won't fuck themselves over which is in no way, shape or form a guarantee.

K-Mag did so fucking well, and it brings me so much joy seeing my fellow Scandinavian putting on such a performance. And Nico had a decent race, which also makes me happy. It's obviously far too early to be sure, but their new team principal seems to have been a good choice.

VCARB are just... Well, I'm not even going to utter my thoughts. All I will say is that there is no way in hell Daniel will be a good replacement for Checo. Claiming Daniel is better than him is just laughable.

McLaren and Mercedes are giving Ferrari 2023 vibes with their strategy calls yesterday, and it will be interesting to see how they develop over the season.

I truly hope Williams will improve over the course of the season, because I want to see Alex and Logan do well so fucking badly.

As for Stake: they were unlucky, and I'm just glad Zhou made it out of that crash unscathed. It's a shame he missed out on being able to qualify because holy hell did that team do their fucking best trying to get his car ready. I want to see him, and Bottas, do well.

As for Red Bull, they are as impressive as I hoped they were going to be so far this season, and as a Max girl it makes me laugh seeing Max haters bitch about his dominance making the sport boring. I, for one, am having the time of my fucking life. I won't even think about him retiring at this point, and will just keep enjoying every race for as long as I can. And seeing Checo starting off the season in such a strong manner fills me with joy. I am by no means Checo's biggest fan, but the shit he went through last season at the hands of disgusting Helmut Marko and the F1 community at large has me wanting him to suceed. Put some respect to his name because God knows he's fucking earned it.

Thank you so much for sharing yet another wonderful analysis, my darling. You have no idea how happy it makes me, and how much I appreciate it. ❤️

#Asks #agentofchaos001 #agentofchaos001 ❤️

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felixantares · 8 months

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Snippet Sunday

This is by far one of the most ridiculous ideas I’ve ever had, but it was brought up again earlier today and I have no plans of finishing this one shot, so I’m dumping what I have and calling it a day lmao the premise was post-war drarry, draco gets a muggle job but the only place he can find that will hire him is this ridiculous cat cafe and harry is on a terrible date with a girl who wants to go in and see the cats. harry and draco meet again after 3 years and crack ensues

The bell above the door jingled and the sound of obnoxious laughter faded as the last of the morning rush cleared out, leaving Draco alone behind the counter for the first time since eight that morning. He tidied up the visiting area, clearing empty cups and picking up discarded toys — was it really so hard to clean up after themselves — all the while dodging the cats that ran up meowing for attention, as if they didn’t spend all day being pet already.

Clean up done, his eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall and he nearly screamed when it only read half past eleven. The day would never end.

He poked his head into the kitchen where Beth was leaning against a freshly cleaned stainless steel counter, scrolling through her phone as the ovens whirled away, filling the air with the smell of sickly-sweet pastry.

“Can you watch the counter?” he asked. “I’m going out for a fag before I snap and stab the next person who laughs at the new uniform.”

She shrugged without looking up, which he took as an enthusiastic yes, so he grabbed his coat and hurried out the back door. He ripped the offending uniform from his head as soon as he was clear of the café.

Their manager had decided that the uniform needed an ‘upgrade’ (which Draco had learned usually meant making things worse) so now in addition to the pink and white lace apron, the uniform also included a pair of fuzzy white cat ears on a headband. He’d protested both heavily, but their manager was an unusually sadistic woman who clearly enjoyed his suffering and had only laughed at him.

“They’re supposed to be ridiculous. You sell sparkly cupcakes and pillows shaped like cats to people who only come in looking to pet the cats. These are cute and will bring in more customers!” she had said.

Yeah, more customers looking to snap photos and laugh at the grown man wearing cat ears, he thought.

The cold bit at his fingers as he fumbled for his lighter and he cursed as it fell out of his hands. He should’ve followed his mother’s example and moved somewhere warm, instead of refusing to leave London — only cowards ran, and he was done being a coward.

It was a stupid sentiment, in retrospect, but he’d said those words to his mother when she’d brought up the idea and now his pride refused to let him back down.

Pride that the fuzzy ears were quickly eroding.

The lighter was broken, he discovered. It refused to make so much as a spark, and he really did scream then, grinding the useless hunk of plastic under the heel of his boot. Five years without magic had seemed like a small price to pay for his crimes at the time, but when he couldn’t even light a fucking cigarette without fear of violating parole, he really questioned the fairness of it.

He stomped back inside, shoving the stupid ears back on his head. Beth didn’t bother looking up as she headed past him back into the sanctuary of the kitchen. He envied her job far from the public eye but his last attempt at baking told him he was far better off out front.

From behind him, a raspy mrow made him jump. Sitting on the counter was a massive orange and white cat.

He glared at it. “Marmaduke, you know you’re not supposed to be on the counter.”

The cat stared back at him, unmoving.

He sighed and resigned himself to the company. Any attempts to move the orange beast would be met with claws, as he’d learned his first week there. A year later and the infernal thing still hadn’t been adopted and was meaner than ever.

A glance at the clock told him it was only quarter to twelve. He slumped over the counter next to Marmaduke, face pressed to the cool wood as he contemplated just turning in his apron and walking out. A patch of something sticky glued to his skin to the counter and he grimaced but couldn’t muster the energy to move. He’d quit tomorrow, he told himself.

The bell above the door jingled and with great effort he peeled himself off the counter.

He couldn’t force any enthusiasm to his voice as he gave the café’s scripted greeting, “Hi, welcome to Feline Sweet where our treats are as sweet as the kittens. What can I get for you today?”

He kept his eyes on the till; the idea of eye contact was exhausting. The only things he was vaguely aware of were faded denim jeans, dark skin, and tattoo covered hands, but that was enough to make his heart rate pick up — definitely not their normal clientele but definitely his type. There was someone else just beside the mystery guy, in black tights and a pale pink dress that seemed much more in line with their regular crowd.

There was an extended pause and he thought maybe they needed a minute to study the menu.

“Malfoy?” the tattooed man choked out.

This wasn’t happening. He knew that voice; he’d heard it almost every day for 7 years — but he forced his eyes up anyway.

That’s not fair, was his first thought. Potter had gone and gotten hot. Long curls pulled back in a messy bun, day old stubble that somehow looked intentional rather than sloppy, and Draco thought he could see dark lines of ink curling up from under his shirt collar.

They were staring at each other and Draco realised what he must look like — dark circles under his eyes, coffee stains on his shirt sleeves, and ridiculous fuzzy ears — the bloody cat ears. Heat spread across his face. Harry fucking Potter was standing in front of him looking like he’d walked off the pages of GQ, and he was wearing cat ears and a pink apron.

It was probably a good thing he didn’t have his wand, he thought. He’d have apparated himself to the bottom of the channel and let himself drown.

#harry james potter #draco malfoy #cat cafe #snippet sundays #drarry #felix writes #unfinished one shots

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dgttwisted · 10 months

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Sherly

art of my boy by @oriigirii

name: Sherly Tangler

pronouns: he/him

Birthday: February 14th

age: 18-20

height: 6′1

Despite his tough deminer Sherly is actually a very kind soft hearted guy though he would never tell you as such(that's his friend’s job). growing up as a tiger beast folk many compared him to the great tiger of old Shere khan a lot of the adults in his life would compare him as such an of course a lot of the kids would tease him for it. That as well for his first name sounding to “girly”

Sherly Met Matilda in the woods he went out there to sulk alone only to run into this fea girl with half a horn walking about in almost a daze. she looked sadder then he had felt at least that's what he thought when he saw her.

“oi it’s getting late you shouldn’t be wondering about!” tough words for a kid who is currently doing just that

“they’re gone.....I gave him my horn an he’s still gone” she was on the verge of tears it was the anniversary of “there” death one of few dates that has Matilda was in more a depressed daze then usual. though Sherly didn’t know that

he walked over an held her hand “i can tell your lost so i’ll help you back no need to thank me!” Matilda didn’t pull away instead following him back to town an right into the kids Sherly was trying to avoid.

“the girly freak is back” one of the kids hucks a rock at him before Sherly could even flinch Matilda caught it with little to no effort. she winded up her arm an launched the rock at a near by tree. The sound of shattering an splitting wood could be heard for miles the rock she threw left a creator in the tree. At that the kids left running away crying. All except one the boy that was holding her hand from the start Sherly.

“could you teach me how to throw like that!” he said his eyes practically beaming with excitement

“hmm i guess so?” she doesn’t see the harm in it despite the creator she made just now

sense then Matilda would make a habit of visiting Sherly in the few amounts of free time they had together. Matilda eventually would invite Sherly over after having a talk about it with her uncle Lilia. Sherly’s first thought when meeting this man was admiring how pretty he was an also keeping that to himself an never saying that outload in fear of being laughed at.

on one of his many visits there Sherly an Matilda having a picnic when a fairy same size as a child approaches.

“are you lost” Sherly asked actually concerned

“what a rude child i have you know i am here to see my fiancé~” the fairy held Matilda’s arm rubbing against her cheek

“F-FFiance? aren’t you to young to have one of those?” he stammered out half convinced this little fairy was pulling his leg.

“ex- fiancé” Matilda said with a sigh taking a sip of her coffee

“Those details aren’t important!” the fairy said almost shouting

that was Sherly’s first an unfortunately for him not the last time meeting who called herself “ Christiane” but with how fairies are giving out names he’s never been sure if that's her actual name. not that it mattered he usually referred to her has Christy when they were together regardless.

RSA’s merlin approached Matilda with the opportunity of being the the first girl to attend there school all paid for in scholarships an all, so of course she agreed. Sherly got a letter for NRC one the night they were to be picked up by there rides they were sat next to each other chatting like they always did.

“so we’re going to rival schools hu?” he said while happy for her sad he won’t get to see her until holidays roll around

“hm i guess so...say hi to Lillia for me” she then handed him her letter to look at “i never imagined i’d get to go to either if i did i fully planned just to use magic an pretend to be a guy”

Sherly handed her his in return to look at “yea? what if you got a roommate they might have figured out eventually”

“i wouldn’t let em” she said imitating his voice which caused them both to chuckle

“no matter what what school i go to an where you are i’ll always consider you my best friend” he leaned his forehead on hers she did the same

“likewise” she had a very soft smile she was going to miss hanging out with him every day but Lilia always told her that when you go to new places you make new friends.

it could have been because they were sitting side by side or perhaps it’s because they were holding each other’s letters whichever it was the result was the same. they ended up at the opposite schools instead of the easy answer of just switching them back. Crowley got rather hung up on the fact that Merlin “tried to get ahead” of him having a girl attend that he offered her to stay besides her family is here so it all “works out”

for everyone except Sherly

he thought this was just a joke Christy set up for him but it seems to not be the case. The headmaster was very polite over everything apologizing for the mix up an when it was decided that he’d be staying the students were far more welcoming then he was used to.

the student that was supposed to be put in charge of Matilda to show her the ropes was now his guide. Neige LeBlanche! who was ever so excited to meet Sherly who informed Merlin that he already had everyone move his things sense he’s not Matilda there is no need to keep him in his own room that be lonely!

Sherly didn’t get much in the way of words in before he new it he was in a new room with neige-WAIT WITH HIM???? he was so confused

Neige held his hand “i know this is so sudden for you being forced to go the school you weren’t planned on an feeling like your alone but don’t worry i promise too have your back!” Sherly found it very hard to take this dough eyed 5′6 guy seriously when he said that to him.

but to his credit he fell threw on his promise almost a little to well in fact they spent every day together at first he just thought it was because he was asked to take care of him but that doesn’t mean he had to make his lunch an eat with him every day or hold his hand an kiss his cheek every day.

Sherly was in full gay panic mode he wasn’t sure is neige was just being nice to him or if he legitimately liked him. it was driving him nuts to the point he just asked him in his normal loud fashion “D-DO YOU LIK ME?”

“of cource i like you we’re roomates!”

“THATS NOT WHAT I MEAN-” Neige skipped closer an putting both his arms around the back of Sherly’s neck before leaning up an kissing him on the lips “i love you to but i prefer saying that to you when it’s just the two of us sense i know that makes you the most happy”

When Sherly blushes his tail curls up almost like a spring it is doing that now “oh um......thanks” steam practically coming out from his face Neige immediately shut him up with that stunt.

they are dating neige loves making everyone happy when Sherly asks if there is anything he can do he always replies “you already do everything i could ask for!”

while he has been very happy with his partner he can’t shake the feeling that someone’s eyes have been on him sense they started dating that feeling intensifies on those rare occasions he can visit Matilda at NRC.

-some factoids-

- he has two siblings both younger little brother an sister

- the dwarves an Sherly get along great except for him an grumpy

- Christiane an Sherly have an on going contest to be Matilda’s best best friend

- his favorite class is animal languages

- his least favorite is potions

- he adores collecting/sewing his own cute plushies but keeps it a secret from everyone (doesn’t matter those that are close to him know an they support his hobby)

#Sherly Tangler #Matilda Draconia #twst #twst oc #Christiane the fea

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Ahhhh jack. This was such a good read and omg made me fall down the stairs of my heart to the bottom which is jack Russell.( what am I talking abouttt) but it was great. Such a good think to wake up first thing too. But if you dont mind since there is fics lacking about amazing jack can I request reader who tells #43 or 51. Where reader is like flirting with jack and making him all blushy and shy. Ahhhh also Ted love him so much. Also thank you so much it was so great.

A/n: imma do both prompts cuz they kinda go hand in hand, at least in my mind they do. 🦦

Prompt 43- “I could get use to waking up next to you actually.”

Prompt 51- “what do you mean? You’re absolutely adorable when you look like that.”

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It was natural that after a full blown transformation that you were to wake up before Jack, seeing as he was still reeling with fatigue. So there you were, staring up at the ceiling, rubbing the sleep from each eye before deciding to turn on your side to get a good look at Jack’s sleeping face. A smile immediately made its way to your lips as you allowed your eyes to glide from his tussled hair, the slope of his cute nose, his plump lips and finally his soft jawline. It was impossible to think that a beauty like Jack’s would ever be considered monstrous; sure you knew they were referring to his wolf side but still it was absurd and yet even in his wolf form his beauty still shown through.

How could one ever be truly scared of the beast within when there was a soul as pure and as beautiful as the man beneath all that fur. You never truly understood some fears that people had towards monsters, they’re even scared by the smallest of things, like their own shadows for instance. Itching to get closer, you shuffled as quietly as possible so that you could rest your hand against his cheek, cooing softly when Jack buried his face against it. “How is it possible for you to be this cute even in your sleep hmm?” You asked rhetorically, knowing you weren’t going to get an answer anytime soon; however that didn’t meant your words went unheard by the man with heightened hearing.

As not long after saying that, Jack began to awake himself to the sound of your voice traversing through the air and into his ears like that of a beloved melody. It was his favourite thing to wake up to but he wouldn’t admit it as you would immediately take to teasing him until he blushed. Unfortunately it seemed that luck wasn’t on his side today as your smile seem to widened, resting your head on your free hand, “good morning my handsome man, sleep well?” You purred, winking for good measure. Jack felt as though before the day was over, he was going to die, the cause? being flirted to death by you. Whilst that may sound dramatic to some, it couldn’t be any less true. Your sweet words left him torn between wanting more or hiding his flustered face behind his hands to conceal the massive smile. Either way he was at your mercy whether he liked it or not.

He cleared his throat as he tried to compose himself, flashing you a sheepish yet tired smile, “As best as one could I guess, how did you sleep? Comfortably I hope.” Even if he sounded unaffected by your words it was merely a facade he put up to hide how effected by your words he truly was. You drop soft, sweet words at the most random of times that it was hard for Jack to even prepare himself for them. This was your superpower he would later deduce. “I felt as though I was still within my dream as I woke up.” You admitted, waiting to watch Jack take the bait and as expected he does, “how so?” He asked, failing to see the trap he has walked himself into. Your smiled widened “because I awoke to the sight of you sleeping so soundly by my side.” Jack’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt heat rush not only beneath his cheeks but also to the tips of his ears; his eyes were fully blown as he raised a hand to cover the bottom half of his face.

His mind had gone blank as his heart felt as though on the brink of exploding from the abundance of emotions you subjected him to with just a few choice words. He couldn’t think and for a moment he was speechless. So when he noticed that you haven’t looked away from him not once since he awoke, he turned so his back was facing towards you as he grumbled. “Stop looking at me like that.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden shyness as you pressed yourself against his back, chin resting on his shoulder as you gently pried his hands away from his face. “what do you mean? You’re absolutely adorable when you look like that.” You told him as you pressed kisses up his neck and onto his warm cheeks. “You’re just teasing me.” Jack pouted but he didn’t remove you off of him but instead snuggled himself against you as though you weren’t close enough already.

“I’m sorry me beloved but how can I resist when your words and body language tell opposing stories?” Jack knew that this was true and instead moved once more so that he could rest his head against your chest and hold you tightly in his arms, “for all of your excessive flirtations that never fail to drive me up the wall, I could get use to waking up next to you actually.” He confessed, pressing a few kisses of his own along your collarbones and near the base of your neck. “Well I hope so because I’m not planning on going anywhere for a long while…mainly because your crushing me with your weight right now, rendering me immobile.” You joked, laughing aloud when Jack looked at you with fake look of hurt upon his face. “I take back what I said.” You gasped before you started prodding him lightly with your finger. “Take it back.” You said.

“No”

“I said take it back.”

“And I said no.”

This back and forth continues for a long, long while…well before Ted comes in and tells you both -through a series of noises- to stop being so lovey dovey in the morning, he’s trying to get his beauty sleep and you two acting like lovesick teenagers wasn’t helping him either.

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sexysilverstrider · 4 months

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A Berry Intense Couple | Volokari (Smut)

Togekiss, by nature, was a Pokémon that thrived off people’s happiness.

It was truly a glorious Pokémon. Feathered in a body of pure white and glittered with colours of red and blue on them, one almost found them festive if they decided to appear on joyous festivals. A Togekiss’ smile was always blooming, always bringing smiles and laughter to Pokémon and people alike. While some humans still feared Pokémon for the beast that they were, Togekiss was one of the very few creatures that people sought peace and harmony.

Not many knew about the beautiful Pokémon. Not a scant saw this rare Pokémon, but when they did, many explained that they felt inexplicable joy bloom in their hearts.

To be able to see a Togekiss would be blessing from Arceus above.

“I can’t believe you!”

That was…until one menacing merchant decided to live and make peace with the world he was in.

One woman stomped into the village entrance, stunning the gatekeepers in a mixture of bafflement and confusion. Another man followed her suit, steps not as haughty but expression cold with a glare that could pierce through very metal.

“You were being careless.”

She stopped.

One heel turned, jet black eyes drawn daggers at the tall man before her. “I was being careless?” One hand slapped her chest. “I wasn’t the one who riled up a pack of wild Paras and Parasect!” A huff was given. Harsher. Rougher as the man rolled his eyes.

The audacity.

“Don’t you feel a little bit guilty that you almost had those poor Galaxy members almost killed?” The question was toned down—just a bit—so that it wouldn’t rise suspicion from the other villagers. Arceus forbid that he already had a target on his back the second he came back into Jubilife Village.

However, Akari almost had half a mind to raise the question again in a higher pitch when she saw his guiltless grunt.

“They’re alive.” was all Volo said.

Arceus, he pissed her off.

“They can’t see for a month!” Words seethed through gritted teeth. “Volo, if it weren’t for my quick thinking, those poor members would be blind forever.” Oh, how she wished she could smack some senses into that pretty face. “The mission also almost failed because you decided to show up out of the blue.”

Arms crossed; Volo held back a twitch from his fingers. “The mission, my dear—” He leaned forward, dull gray eyes widened right at her, “—would have taken forever to complete if weren’t for me being there at the right place and the right time.” He saw her anger fume. He found it utterly adorable.

He also found it absolutely dangerous as the sight made his lips loose.

“If it wasn’t for me…you might take a whole year to finally fucking come home…”

The second Volo saw her eyes widen, he knew he fucked up.

“Are you for real?!” She shouldn’t be surprised. Akari didn’t even know why she’s still surprised. “I was on a mission! I told you I wouldn’t be home for 12 days!” Mouth dropped agape. One foot slid backwards—both out of shock and out of the power to stop herself from really smacking him in the face.

“I didn’t say I agreed.”

Oh, for fuck’s— “Yes you did!”

“I can’t remember.”

“VOLO!”

While the two humans bickered and fought and practically made a scene for themselves, two Pokémon only stood and looked from a few steps away. One was clearly hovering in distress while the other yawned in absolute boredom.

‘They don’t look happy,’ Togekiss chirped woefully, wings flapping up and down in wild rhythms.

‘No.’ Belial bit back a grin to see his Akari finally raising her right hand.

‘We need to do something!’ The Jubilee Pokémon squeaked louder when she saw Volo quickly held Akari’s right wrist. Togekiss was stuck between hovering back and forth, wanting to end their strife but lost on the ideas to end it—

‘That’s it!’ Suddenly, an idea popped in her mind. Her voice finally broke Belial’s attention from their wielders—who were now pulling off an odd dance of Akari trying to stomp Volo’s feet and the man nimbly dodging every step.

Momentarily lost in her plan, Togekiss looked at the Hisuian Tyhplosion. ‘Berries! Berries always make me happy!’ A wide smile shined on her face. ‘When Volo was upset in the past, I used to cheer him up with some berries!’

Blood red eyes blinked at the cheerful Pokémon. ‘I don’t—’

“Fuck you!”

Akari’s voice not only cut Belial off, but it also became the last straw on Togekiss’ resolution. ‘I’ll be right back!’ Black eyes briefly looked at her friends, though the sight of Volo now gripping both of Akari’s wrists and lightly lifting the violently—and hilariously—shaking woman did almost break her smile.

Almost.

‘Keep an eye on them for me!’ Giving a quick peck on Belial’s muzzle, she quickly flew off to the nearest berry tree.

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‘I’m back!’

Curled comfortably on the front porch, he looked upwards. ‘Welcome back, darling.’ A smile, honest and true, was given at her presence.

With a fairly thick branch full of berries gripped on her talons, Togekiss carefully landed in front of him. ‘I hope I wasn’t too long! I brought a lot!’ She then hovered before him, proudly showing him the literal fruits of her labour.

Belial only flashed a lazy smile.

‘Now,’ Remembering why she took the trouble to find the berries in the first place, Togekiss looked around, ‘where are those two? This will surely cheer them up!’

His lazy smile was then pursed.

‘Ah,’ He lifted his head, red eyes darted to the closed front door behind him, ‘about them…’

“Fuck!”

Volo’s voice from inside the house was heard, and it was enough to fuel the Jubilee Pokémon with panic once again. ‘I’m coming, Volo!’ Without haste, she spread her wings and took flight.

…Or was about to if it wasn’t for Belial holding the branch.

The action made her stop. Confusion now mixed anew as she looked at him. ‘Belial, let go. Volo and Akari need these berries to calm down and feel happy again!’

Thinking that he would listen and let go, Togekiss instead huffed questioningly as the male shook his head.

‘They don’t need them, my dear.’ Gently, the Typhlosion tugged the branch down, which made Togekiss hover downwards to his eye level. Belial now stood on his hind legs, paw releasing the branch. ‘I mean, they might need it for later.’

Confusion now slowly shadowed over her worries.

‘Meaning?’ she chirped, head tilted to the left and eyes switched between her mate and the noises from inside the house.

Sometimes, Belial found her oblivious nature to be quite adorable.

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“Do you know how fucking—” Pap! “—lonely I was to wake up every morning to see you not by my side?!” In and out and in and out he fucked her hard. Callous hands gripped her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as he pushed and pulled her to his very desire.

Words were void from the woman under him. An aching back arched to feel the tip of cock deep inside of her. Hands numbly gripped the futon below them, nails digging deep into the soft material.

“V-Vo—ahh—!” A pitchy moan was expelled as he hit a favourite spot. Eyes hazed and tears glistened in each corner, Akari released her grip and reached towards him with one hand. “V-Volo—close—clo—f-fuck—!” She felt her walls tightened. She felt his movements roughened. Slim, strong legs were raised as he leaned towards her. Toes curled deliciously as Akari felt him moving roughly and harshly.

To see such a feverish gaze. To see such a jutted tongue.

Pap!

Volo could only see himself in her beautiful black eyes.

Pap, pap, pap!

He loved it. “You’re mine.” To know that she loved him and only him. “No one else’s.” To know that she chose him after all they went through. “Akari…Aka—aa—ri…!” To know that she had opened his once dead heart. “Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari—!”

He loved her very much.

One hand released his grip on her waist, palm nimbly tracing down her stomach. “You’re mine…” His movements staggered. “Take me—” His hips slammed harder. “Take all of me!” Excellent fingers toyed and flicked her soaked clit. Wet, dirty sounds only drove him delirious, making him pinch and flick her clit harder until she exhaled a long moan of his name. “Akari—!”

The same hand moved upwards, sought solace with her own.

Leaning his face against her neck, Volo stilled. Strings of cum spurted inside of her, filling her womb with promise that she would never, ever leave his side.

Eyes rolled to the back, Akari saw white as she came after him. Legs voluntarily locked around his hips, locking him in place with promise that they would always, always be together. A silent moan followed suit, body trembling from head to toe and her pussy pulsated around his throbbing cock.

The scent of sex and sweat filled the room. In perspective, it should disgust the fuck out of her.

“Akari…”

Instead, it only made her heart race at the many reminders of her passionate lovemaking.

After a few shaky breaths, Volo slowly pulled himself up. Elbows rested on either side of her head. Gray eyes met a pair of dazzling blacks. Pale, parted lips huffed out heavy air that caressed her own wet mouth.

She found it silly to have Butterfrees in her stomach while also having his cock deep inside of her.

Bursting a giddy giggle, Akari gently cupped his left cheek. “I love you.” Her smile curled at the corners. “Clingy man.”

That tickled a chuckle from said man above her.

Ah, it’s sometimes frustrating to know her body trembled at the sight and sound.

“I love you too…” Carefully, Volo leaned forward. A kiss, soft and sweet, was bestowed upon smiling lips. “Stubborn woman.”

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While Togekiss didn’t need to see to know what was going on, the sounds and noises alone were more than enough to put two and two together.

A serene sigh was released. ‘At least they’re happy again.’ Truly, those two could be the most volatile humans she had ever met.

Togekiss then felt a gentle bump on her right wing.

‘I’m sure they’ll appreciate the berries for dinner later.’ Tucked on all fours, Belial nuzzled into the soft white feathers. The action brought out a giggle from the female, and this only made his smile bigger.

‘Yeah…’ Reassured that those two weren’t fighting anymore, Togekiss hopped closer and nuzzled Belial’s cheek with her own.

Togekiss, by nature, was a Pokémon that truly thrived off people’s happiness.

Even if that happiness came from the most intense couple in Hisui.

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#Volo #Akari #Volokari #Hisuian Typhlosion #Togekiss #Pokemon #TADAAAAAAAAAA #HERES SOME SILLY SMUT LMAOOOOO #i saw a japanese comic of something like this #and it awakened somethng in me i wanted to write my version bad #hence this #IM HAPPY I FINISHED SOMETHING HAHAHAH YAAAY! MY BACK #Fafar Writes

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