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𝓐𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓻: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝔂 𝓞𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷/𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻

Keys

🦢=Fluff

☆= Platonic

⚰ = Angst or any dark themes

♡= Smut

𝓞𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝔂𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓷

𝓗𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 (N.S.) 🦢,  ☆ 

𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻   ⚰,  🦢

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 (L.S.)  ⚰, 🦢

𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓮 “𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓼”,  ​𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂  𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 (N.S.)  ⚰,  🦢

𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓷

𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 (A)  ⚰,  🦢

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓤𝓼  (T,R)  🦢 

𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮   ⚰,  ☆,  🦢

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 (A) 🦢

𝓗𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 (T)  🦢

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓸'𝓪𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝔂𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓲 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷 ☆, 🦢

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗'𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊  ⚰

𝓝𝓮𝓽𝓮𝔂𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓘  🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪  𝓟𝓽 𝓘𝓘  ⚰,☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱: 𝓝𝓮𝓽𝓮𝔂𝓪𝓶, 𝓛𝓸'𝓪𝓴, 𝓐𝓸'𝓷𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓽𝔁𝓸.  🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓪 ☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓚𝓻𝔂𝓹𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓭𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲   ⚰, ☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝔀𝓪'𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓾  ☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼  ⚰,☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓯𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓼 ⚰,☆, 🦢

𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲  ⚰,☆, 🦢

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱: 𝓝𝓮𝓽𝓮𝔂𝓪𝓶, 𝓛𝓸'𝓪𝓴, 𝓐𝓸'𝓷𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓽𝔁𝓸.  🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼 ☆, 🦢

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲  🦢

Shitpost pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt7

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵

𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵, 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮?,  𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼 , 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 ,𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮? ,𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱,𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓮 𝓞𝓴𝓪𝔂 , 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓤𝓼 𝓐𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽, 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 (N.S.) 🦢,  ⚰

𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖍 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙  ⚰,  🦢

𝕬 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊, 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕭𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙  ⚰,  🦢

ngl, the dimitrecu brothers being super excited to have an adopted human sister is,,,,👌👌💖💞💖💖💕

They're like a group of puppies, wagging their tails excitedly as their father brings you to the castle. They mistake your fear as being shy. They all just want to spend time with you, be it while you are sleeping, while you are running away from them, or while Lord Dimitrescu holds you in his lap as the boys gather around you while Lord D starts story time.

Unlike the Dimitrescu sisters who don't care whether their actions scare you, the brothers are very protective of you, so they are very cautious of what they say or do around you. It's only because Lord Dimitrescu has told them to watch themselves around you, after all, you're a human. You're weak, you're fragile, porcelain like.

So, that's why they are careful around you, not wanting to do anything that would trigger you off.

But that plan goes to shit the moment they sense you're in danger. One of them makes sure to take you back to the safety of the castle, while the other two are assigned to eliminate the threat.

If you get hurt while they are around, they would merely tell you to look away before they are pouncing upon whatever hurt you- doesn't matter if its a human, a lycan, or a twig. Then after they've calmed down, they'll take you back to the castle where Lord Dimitrescu treats your wounds, and like little puppies, they'd stay by your side, watching you with guilty ashamed eyes. Don't be surprised if you wake up in the middle of the night to them hovering over you- if you so much as yelp in surprise, they will again turn into guard dogs and the cycle repeats, only this time you will end up in a cuddle pile with them.

Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want to mess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do I have the challenge for you!

Welcome to the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge, a ten generation legacy with a focus on bright colors and new experiences.

Basic Rules:

Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke). Of course, this is optional but a big portion of the fun.

The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.

Money cheats can be used, but not excessively. Suggestion: use freerealestate for your first home, but no cheats afterward.

You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.

Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Keep the lifespan on normal.

If you play this challenge and want to share it with us, go ahead and post with #notsoberry so we can see!

My good friend @alwaysimming​ and I kind of created this challenge on accident, but I think it turned out pretty great. We wanted to make something that forced us to play with parts of the game we’ve never explored before. Hopefully you’ll have fun too. You can follow our gameplay on @mintiphresh​ and @lea-fey​ (pronounced “minty fresh” and “leafy”)!

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Hii!! Can i requests hurt/comfort! Uzui scenario with s/o she! pronouns which is insecure because of all his wives she has the smalles chest and she thinks Tengen likes her the least because of that. Like she thinks that's the only reason she's the least attractive wife. It can be either nsfw or sfw whatever to your preferences

Thank you and have a nice day!!

thank you for your request - tengen is *chef's kiss*

warning: a tiny bit of smut'ering

You really tried not to think about it.

And yet at the same time, it was too difficult to ignore. Whenever you stood next to Suma, Makio, and Hina, the difference between your builds became glaringly obvious. And while the three women stood proud and tall, you were often hunched over, fiddling with the ornaments adorning your sleeves.

It’s a particularly nasty remark from one of the lower rank demon slayers that stings particularly hard.

“Tengen seems to have a type,” he jokes. “All three of his wives are gorgeous!”

“There’s four of us, actually,” Suma pipes in.

The recruit turns to look at you with a dumbfounded expression, quickly getting flustered. “O-Oh, my apologies! I, uh, I did not realize you’re one of the wives too. Y-You’re very pretty, as well!”

You nod meekly to acknowledge his half-hearted compliment, but your eyes are already welling up with tears.

It hurts. You swallow painfully, darting off before Makio can pull you back by your sleeve. You don’t want anyone to see you crying. That recruit was right - they’re all so wonderful, so beautiful, and well, with certain assets that you lack. Why did Tengen even marry you? You’re clearly not his type. He must be forcing himself to be nice to you, because he is so considerate of your feelings. He probably doesn’t even find you attractive.

Isn’t it only natural to have the least favorite one among his wives?

You find yourself near an abandoned warehouse when you finally collapse from exhaustion, tears welling up in your eyes. Pulling your knees to your chest, you sob into the fabric of your clothes, but those awful thoughts keep gnawing away at your sanity. At some point, you pass out, too heartbroken and exhausted to carry on.

It’s late into the evening when you finally stir, and you gasp when you meet Tengen’s eyes, shining sharply in the moonlight. It’s already too late to hide from him - your eyes have been rubbed raw with tears, and your hair has turned into an absolute mess.

“Suma, Makio, and Hina caused quite the ruckus earlier,” he says, in an uncharacteristically serious tone. “Can’t believe my girls just jumped a single recruit and beat him bloody.”

You hang your head. Now they will be in trouble - because of you. Perhaps you really are a misfortune to this family, you think as new tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“To top it all off,” Tengen continues, as he crouches down to look you in the eye. “When I come back, I hear that my (Name) has run off somewhere. Not exactly flamboyant of you lot.”

He waits for you to talk patiently, but you’re unable to face him, counting the old floorboards that line the terrace. There are so many things you could tell him, or you could just brush it all off. Perhaps that would be for the best. And yet as soon as you open your mouth, all reason leaves your sense.

“You should divorce me,” your voice comes out choked, your shoulders shaking from pitiful sobs.

You don’t have the heart to gaze up at Tengen, but you can try to imagine how his face looks. Relieved? Surprised, but thankful you were the one to suggest it? Happy he does not have to pretend to like you anymore?

He’s quiet for a moment, and completely still.

“Divorce?” he mirrors your words, his tone flat and void of emotion.

“Y-Yes...” you sob, burying your face in your palms. Before you know it, all of those ugly thoughts spill from your lips like curses. “I know that you don’t like me... I-I’m not your type... I’m nothing like them, so you- you must hate me. I hate that you’re forcing yourself to be with me because you have to. And I-"

“Force myself to be with you..?” you see his fist clench. “(Name), where is this coming from? Was it that... rascal? Did he say something foolish to you?”

Tengen's springing to his feet in an instant, and you recognize a murderous aura surrounding him. You’ve known him long enough to realize how dangerous it would be to let him go now - so you rise to stop him, your small hands clinging to his muscular arm.

“Tengen, please...” you plead with him, gazing up through your wet eyelashes.

His expression softens immediately, tense muscles relaxing under your gentle hold. Before you can lower your gaze again, he snatches your chin and pulls you against his chest, eyes soft, but focused.

“Then tell me,” he frowns. “What about you could possibly not be my type?”

You try to wiggle away, but his hold is firm.

“(Name),” he cautions, and you realize there is no getting out of this.

“M-My chest,” you spill, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment. You hope the ground will open up and swallow you whole.

“Your... chest?” he tilts his head to the side in confusion. “My sweet girl, have you gone mad?”

“I-It’s small!” your hands clench at your sides, your bottom lip quivering as you refuse to face your husband. “Compared to the rest of the girls, I-”

Tengen presses his thumb against your lips and hums in contemplation.

“I see,” he hums. “There has been an oversight on my part.”

You’re about to ask what he means, and yet before you know it, Tengen’s grabbing you and hoisting you over his shoulder. You squeak, hitting him on the shoulder weakly, but he merely chuckles.

“I’ll just have to show how much I love you... in the most flamboyant manner possible.”

He doesn’t bother taking you home as he strolls to the abandoned warehouse, dropping you off on one of the crates. You squeak as you fall and tremble as he looms over you, a trademark smirk gracing his features.

“T-Tengen...” you whimper as he nuzzles the crook of your neck, his rough hands raking down your body. “We can’t... Not here... What if someone walks in?”

You gasp when his calloused hands slip under your clothes, kneading and caressing your chest. “All the better,” he grins. “Let the whole world know how much I love my wife.”

When his rough kisses trail down to your chest, you’re already a whimpering mess, cheeks impossibly red. He’s biting, nipping, licking, and sucking, content to just worship you like this for the rest of the evening. He loves how soft you become in his hold, pulling gingerly at his hair, soon turning into a blubbering mess from his undivided attention.

Ever since that evening, he’s become even more attentive towards you! He flaunts you around at every chance he gets, he buys you gifts like cute kimonos that suit your figure and gorgeous lingerie and compliments you every chance he gets. He’ll spoil you until you learn to love your chest as much as he does, and he loves it a lot. At least initially, when the two of you are intimate, he will be surprisingly gentle and romantic, as much as his disposition allows anyways.

When you grow a bit more confident, he’ll dress you in the most exquisite, lewd lingerie and have you face the mirror as he has his way with you. Even when you’re out in public, he’ll sneakily grope you and whisper something very inappropriate into your ear, making you turn beet-red. Overall, he sees it as his duty to remind you how much he loves you, and make sure you love yourself too!

All of the girls will make sure you grow more confident in your body, too! Whether your relationship is platonic or romantic, they care about you a lot, and they find you absolutely stunning. Suma is always there to nuzzle you, remarking how you’re so cute, so soft, so stunning; Makio will jump at anyone who ever compares you in an insensitive manner; whereas Hina will give you the most heartfelt compliments.

Overall, everyone in your family adores you so much, any kind of insecurities you have will be rooted out with love and care before you know it!

Was drawing some among art ;^

Code Red!

Masurao, now a recent mother, is still on treatment on the Normandy with @crispy-ghee ‘s crew, and while everyone is instructed to give mom and pup a WIDE berth, people tend to believe there’s more wiggle room than there really is. When Baran-de squirms out of mom’s sight and gets into things he shouldn’t, a crewmember yanks the pup away, causing him to cry out in pain. Maternal instincts kick in HARD and Masurao goes on a rampage in the ship to get her pup back, targeting anyone she sees as a threat.

Yautja (predator) with a fem! S/O like Mileena

I thought I would start with a predator first just as a warm up because I haven’t really been writing for the past few weeks to probably since my birthday — if you guys like this please do tell me! I will make another with the slashers! :)) like I said in the HC idea post she will basically be mileena, the abilities and appearance will all be the same

Trigger warning: cannibalism, blood, talk of nudity (??)

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Mileena, Mortal Kombat, Yautja (Predator) or alien vs predator. This is simply a fan writing for entertainment purposes only!

A refresher on what she looks like:

I feel like Tarkatan and Yautja would Co-exist on the same ships if not — they know of each other and are “friends” if you could even say that. Those two are kinda like oversized cats. One day they’re perfectly fine with each other and get along — the next day they can be at each other’s throats and wanna kill each other. But not you and your mate. Sure you two “fight” or have disagreements but you’re a mix of Tarkatan and Edenian which kinda changes you from the rest of both races, but not fully you give off more Tarkatan traits than Edenian … it’s not everyday you see a Yautja-Tarkatan relationship, you still see it but it’s not really talked about especially In Tarkata

You love to spar with your mate — with the obvious power and ability difference between the two of you it’s a challenge he likes. You also tell him you won’t hold back on him just because you two are partners, you give him your all with your strength, speed and hits. He actually wants you to train with the other Yautja on the ship mainly the younger ones. His reasoning behind it is because he wanted them to be well prepared for fights against other species and since they don’t really get along with their main enemy (we don’t say their name in this household) the next options they have are Tarkatan whom they actually get along with. You both like to train with the younger ones whenever you aren’t busy — you mostly because you like the cubs there and he’s usually on hunts (gotdamn this was long 🕴🏽)

Eating with you two is an experience especially you y/n … you’re the messier one 😐😐😐. You either eat people, other Tarkatan or whatever your Mate brings to you to eat and that can vary from what he feels like hunting or if he even decides to hunt food that day. I feel like Yautja can go weeks without eating but you have to eat at least a few times a day or you feel like you’re gonna starve and die, your mate makes sure to bring you meat he’s hunted even if he doesn’t want to eat

You have a tendency to start fights with other Yautja which worries your partner, see there are different “ranks” I guess you can call it of power with Yautja and you really can’t tell the difference since you aren’t on the ship 24/7 but he grew up here so he can tell just by looking at them. With Tarkatans it’s different, there really aren’t Ranks it’s kinda like fuck with the leader it’s an on sight death, they can give less of a fuck who you are unless you’re the leader

He likes to give you some clothing he’s made, with his species nudity isn’t sexualised unless you’re having sex (which is surprisingly rare for you two) that’s the only time it’s really sexualised other than that it’s pretty normal to have little gear/clothes. If you’re the type who wants to cover those parts of you he wouldn’t mind, he just needs your preferences and sizing and he’ll make you whatever!

With your serious side you have a very playful side to you (mate included), whenever you aren’t busy or you have done your objectives for the week you guys like to play fight they way you know how to (which can get violent and bloody 😀), like I said in the beginning your different species are like cats — cats are rough when playing. Long story short y’all are oversized cats who can walk on two feet

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✨Bonus✨ (because why not)

Activities you two like doing together?

Sparing. Your mate wants to get stronger and faster — so do you, so I’d say sparing is a good bonding time for the both of you

What does your mate like about you?

He likes your fearlessness and unique beauty. Your fearlessness got you very far in life and your beauty is something he’s never witnessed before, you are both beauty and beast (plz tell me y’all remember that from MK9)

Your mates favourite thing to eat with you?

Anything that isn’t human. I have a HC that he feels bad seeing a hurt/dead human so he won’t eat them. Will he watch you gnaw on a human bone/skull? Yes

Gifts your mate has given you?

So before you started dating he’d give you the traditional gift of bones (mostly skulls) of the things he’s killed. He wanted to show you that he was strong and capable of killing things to protect you and your future young. It took you two months to finally accept the gifts

Does he want to have kids, if so how many does he want?

1000x yes he wants kids! And I feel like he will have as many as you’re comfortable with. If that’s one or two that’s okay! You are gonna be the one holding his children so he wants to make sure you are as comfortable as possible

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I hope you guys enjoyed! <3 again please tell me if you’d like to see me write this for some slashers as well! This was actually really fun to write (even though it took me more than an hour 😅) I’m genuinely so proud of myself for writing a full HC post and not giving up half way through — Nova

Mha Aizawa x female wife reader

Reader has a quirk that is literally her just being a cat magnet. Reader finds out she’s pregnant and decide to tell Aizawa in the cutest way possible with cats.

Fluff plz

Could you add me to your HXH , mha , aot and BSD tag list plz

The Cat’s Out of the Bag

Warnings: none!

Word count: 3,104

A/N: this has got to be my favorite request I’ve gotten so far! I kind of went a little above and beyond the request but I think it turned out rly cute :)

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Posted: October 23rd 2021, 1:30 PM EST

Since you’re quirk had first developed when you were a child, it had been drawing things closer to you; cats, specifically. It had started as the stray you passed daily on your way to school following you home, everyday being shooed away by your parents and everyday returning. Eventually one cat turned to two, and two to two dozen. It got to the point where they would be littered outside your house simply waiting for you to step outside, some even working their way inside and happily curling up next to you.

After some time of this continuing and the number of cats growing, your parents had taken you to a quirk doctor who confirmed that it was in fact your quirk attracting all of them. Despite the slight frustration it caused you all had no other choice but to accept it and learn to live with it.

The cats, especially the ones that consistently appeared, became your best friends. Because they refused to separate from you, you spent most of your time with them and thus went through your everyday life with a feline friend by your side. They were a constant company and ensured that you were never alone, even as you went to sleep at night as they took the available spots on your bed and lulled you to sleep with gentle purring.

By then nearly everybody who knew you knew of your quirk. It was well known that wherever you went at least one cat would follow and if there was a random sighting of a cat - or more frequently multiple - in a place they didn’t belong, you were somewhere nearby. Despite how the cats provided you endless company, they isolated you as well. The other kids at school found them as a sort of annoyance and began avoiding you, even your best friends eventually fading away as your quirk persisted. You were alone, ostracized from everyone else; that is, until you met him.

With a book in hand you sat with your back against a tree, your hand every so often leaving the pages to stroke the head of one of the dozen or so cats around you. Many of them bathed in the late summer sun with faces of contentment, an occasional breeze rustling their fur as well as your hair. It’s relatively silent as you lose yourself in the imaginary world of your book - or it was silent until the gentle sound of footsteps caught your attention. You look up to find a cat rounding the corner of a nearby building and walking towards you, shortly followed by a boy. Upon further inspection as he neared closer you were able to make our his appearance. Long black hair obscured his face and despite his taller frame he hunched over, you assumed to look at the cat he tailed behind. He appeared about your age and is adorned in a uniform; not one from your school but one you oddly recognized.

Eventually he worked his way up the hill you sat atop, his eyes widening upon seeing the crowd of cats the other had led him towards. You can’t help the small laugh that passes your lips, the boy finally seeming to realize you’re there as his eyes meet yours.

“Sorry about all the cats.” You say, watching as he takes in the sheer number of them.

“I was just trying to get the one I was following…” He says, “Why are they all right here?”

He kneels in front of the cat he had followed, a tortoiseshell kitten with a half missing ear, and scoops it into his arms with a small smile. You smile as well as an older gray cat nudges your hand, forcing you to put down your book to pet it.

“They just like me.” You reply, “You could say I’m a cat magnet.”

He hums as he moves to sit on the grass a few feet away from you, the kitten in his arms now playing with the loose strands of black hair that fell past his shoulders.

“Do you like cats?” You ask, though the answer already seemed obvious.

“Yes. It looks like you do, too.”

You breathe a small laugh, the boy giving one as well.

“I’m Y/n, and you?”

“Aizawa. Shouta.”

“Nice to meet you, Aizawa.”

After a few minutes you expected him to walk away, to return to where ever he had come from and that would be the first and last time you met, but as more time passed he stayed. You looked at him curiously and noticed he had taken out a laptop from his school bag and begun silently working. After staring for a few moments you returned to your book, both of you silently sitting in each other’s presence.

It became a daily occurrence for Aizawa to show up after following a cat to you, the two of you sitting under the same tree and either working or simply sitting together with the plethora of cats around you. Overtime the distance between you closed, going from Aizawa sitting a few feet away to a foot to a few inches until you eventually sat shoulder to shoulder. The closer he sat the closer the two of you became, small, short conversations turning to long and animated ones filled with laughter and light banter. Despite how your quirk had once isolated you, it had led you to, or more specifically led to you, the person who became your best friend.

“You know, your uniform looks really familiar.” You start, looking at Aizawa out of the corner of your eye before returning your gaze to the sky.

The two of you lay beside each other under the tree, peering through the bare branches at the pure blue sky above. Despite the cold chill of midwinter and the snow that blanketed the ground you lay on you both remained outside and so did the cats that cuddled close to your sides for warmth; much like you did with each other.

“I think all of Japan would know it.” Aizawa replies, moving his arm under his head as the tortoiseshell kitten curls up on his stomach.

“Oh really?” You laugh sarcastically, “What school do you go to then that’s so famous?”

“U.A.”

You pause for a moment before propping yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him with a look of disbelief.

“Are you joking?” You ask to which he shakes his head.

“I just started my second year.” He says nonchalantly, “You seriously didn’t know until now?”

“How would I know if you didn’t tell me? But seriously, you? In U.A.?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“I’m not saying it like that.” You say while gently shoving his arm. “It’s just surprising that you’re training to be a hero; it’s cool. What’s your quirk?”

He explains his quirk and how it works all while you stare at him in amazement, Aizawa occasionally making eye contact though quickly looking back away.

“That’s so cool!” You exclaim when he’s done, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

He shrugs. “It’s never been brought up. I like your quirk better, anyway.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want my quirk.” You sigh while lying back down, “Everyone else thinks it’s annoying.”

“I don’t.” He replies, “I like it, all the cats.”

“You only hang out with me for the cats, huh?” You joke to which he rolls his eyes.

“I like the cats, but I like your quirk because it’s what brought me to you.” He says, voice quieter this time though tone softer and more serious.

“Aizawa…”

“Sorry.”

You blink in surprise for a moment before turning your head to face him.

“Don’t be.” You say quietly. Aizawa turns to face you as well, your faces a mere inches apart from each other’s. A rosy color tinted both of your cheeks that you hoped you could play off as the cold weather, your eyes meeting and refusing to look away despite the part of you that urged you to for the sake of your own embarrassment.

“I like you.” You whisper, catching yourself by surprise as the words pass your lips. Aizawas eyes widen in seemingly shock before he smiles, a small puff of air emitting from him made visible by the cold.

“I-“ He starts, though is cut off by the kitten letting out a loud mewl and plopping itself down in the space between you. Both of your laughter breaks through the silent air as some of the previous tension is lifted, the fluttering of your heart the only notion of what had taken place before.

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After Aizawas hero debut, despite how quiet it had been in order to keep himself more hidden from villains knowledge and his despise of the press, you had made it your job to congratulate him. He had worked as a sidekick at a smaller agency for a few years before this debut which, in your opinion at least, made it only that much more exciting.

A smile tugs at your lips as you hear the door to your shared apartment open and close shortly followed by heavy footsteps that made their way towards you. As Aizawa rounded the corner into the kitchen you stepped out from behind the wall you hid behind and pulled the string to the confetti popper in your hand, laughing slightly at the slight shock on his face.

“Congrats!” You exclaim as confetti fell to litter both of your hair.

Aizawa looked to you before looking around the room, a banner reading “Congratulations Eraserhead!” Strung across the middle of the ceiling the first he sees before the small cake on the counter and floor now coated in colorful confetti. The cat you had taken in as your own, the tortoiseshell with the half missing ear, adorned a small white scarf and makeshift yellow eye covers like the ones Aizawa used and it meowed at him as if to say it’s own congratulations. Aizawa smiles while taking off his own scarf and eye covers before setting them on the counter.

“Thank you.” He says with a small, genuine smile.

You return it with a wide, adoration filled grin. “Of course! You deserve it, I know you’ll make a great hero, Shouta.”

He doesn’t reply, only steps closer and pulls you into a hug and rests his chin atop your head. You happily accept it and wrap your arms around his torso, giving him a small squeeze as you let your eyes slip shut. To you, this was the most comforting place you could be; wrapped up in each other’s arms and letting the rest of the world slip away until it was just you and him left. This is where you belong. This is all you needed.

After a few minutes Aizawa pulls away slightly to face you, his expression softer than usual as it settles on your face. You keep your smile but draw your brow together, one of your hands coming up to rest against his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask with a slight tilt of your head.

“Because.” Is all he answers.

“Well come on, we have to eat the cake before it dries up.” You say, pulling away and walking towards the counter. You’re stopped, however, by Aizawa reaching out to hold your hand, preventing you from walking away. You turn back around and look between your hands and him, giving him a confused look as his grip persists.

“Shouta? What’s-“

“Do you want to get married?” He asks, cutting you short and effectively making you fall silent. Your mind runs blank as you try to process what he said, part of you not believing it as your mouth opens and closes trying to find something to say.

“Are you- did you mean- I…” You stutter, trying and failing to somehow reply to the sudden question. Your eyes met his, kind and waiting laced with nervousness and anticipation as he waits for your answer. His thumb brushes over the top of your hand where they still joined in the space between you, drawing your attention there before your eyes trail up his arm and back to his face. In that moment it all seemed to click and you smiled, fully turning so you now stood in front of him.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He flashes you one of his rare toothy smiles before pulling you back in by the hand, a laugh escaping you before it’s cut short by him placing his lips on yours. You melt into the kiss and smile slightly as the stubble on his face scratches yours, Aizawas hand gently cupping the side of your face as yours rests on his shoulder.

“I don’t have a ring.” He says as he pulls away, “That was a spur of the moment thing.”

You laugh softly, “It’s okay, it’s perfect the way it is.”

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A nervous breath escapes you as you twist the golden band on your finger, your cat happily tucked against your body as you carried it through the halls of U.A. Highschool. As you made it to the hallway holding classroom 1-A you set down the feline in front of you, crouching so you were now about level. You let out a small sigh as you stroke its head, a small smile crossing your face as it purrs.

“Remember, all you have to do is walk up to him, okay?” You say quietly, making sure you couldn’t be heard through any of the open doors. You rolled up a piece of paper and tied it together with a small ribbon before looping it through the cats collar, tying it in a small bow before double checking it’s secure.

“Are you excited, too?” You ask, breathing a laugh as the cat meows. “I hope he is.”

After taking a moment to collect yourself you stand up again, looking down at the tortoiseshell cat and gently nudging it with the side of your leg. It seems to get the hint and happily strolls down the hall with you following behind up until you make it to the classroom door. You stay out of sight though the cat continues, letting out a meow as it spots Aizawa at his desk.

“Hm? How did you get here?” Aizawa asks, swiveling his chair around as the familiar cat approaches him.

As soon as it’s close enough he picks it up and sets it in his lap, smiling slightly as it nudges his hand for a pet.

“Did you come to visit me at work?” He asks, “Why would you leave Y/n… what’s this?”

He reaches out to the small scroll on the cats collar, his brow drawing together as he pulls the end of the ribbon and releases it from the collar. Though confused he proceeds with untying the ribbon and unrolling the paper it held.

“This new baby doesn’t have fur…?” He reads aloud, “Did Y/n find a hairless cat?”

You laugh silently to yourself as you wait for him to unravel the rest of your message, anticipation making you antsy as you peak around the door.

The note was now fully visible as Aizawa holds the top and bottom apart, his expression still displaying confusion as he scans over the black and white picture.

“An ultrasound…?” He says, pausing as he realizes what he said. His eyes widen in surprise as he reevaluates the picture that held the undeniable shape of a baby. “An ultrasound.”

You step into the doorway and smile as Aizawas eyes meet yours, glancing between you and the ultrasound in his hands.

“Surprise.” You say, trying to hide your nervousness behind a smile.

You walk closer until you’re standing a foot away from his chair, fingers still twirling your wedding ring as you wait for him to say something.

“This is yours?” He asks and you nod. “You’re pregnant?” Another nod. “This is our baby?”

“Mhm.” You hum, still trying to figure out how he felt as his tone, as well as his expression, had been next to emotionless.

After a few seconds of staring at the ultrasound he sets it on his desk before lifting the cat in his lap and gently placing it on the floor, wordlessly rising to his feet. He blinked a few seconds before pulling you into an abrupt hug, his grip tighter than usual as he buries his face in your shoulder. You lace your fingers through his hair while your other arm goes around his back, slightly reluctantly as you try to decipher his reaction.

“Are you mad?” You ask nervously, feeling as if a weight is lifted off your shoulders when you feel him shake his head.

“It’s just…” He starts, his sentence trailing off as he seems at a loss for words. “A baby. Our baby.”

You laugh slightly, your fingers combing through his hair as you feel a wave of joy wash over you.

“Yes, it is.” You reply, “So I take it you’re happy about this?”

“Of course I am.” He says as he pulls back just enough to be able to face you. “I love you.”

He leans in for a short-lived kiss that’s broken apart by both of your wide smiles, the two of you opting for letting your foreheads rest against each other’s instead. One of Aizawas hands leaves it’s spot where it rested on the small of your back and trailed towards the front of your body before cautiously resting on your lower stomach.

Aizawa looks up temporarily to look over your shoulder, breathing a laugh through his nose at what he sees.

“Looks like they’re excited, too.” He comments, directing your attention to the cats that trot into the room before looping around your feet.

A laugh escapes your lips as you turn to look down at them, your head resting on Aizawas chest as well as your hand as his hand lays on your shoulder. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest and settles in your stomach where your baby was growing, a strong sense of family surrounding you and enveloping the room in comfort. This, you believed, was the perfect moment which you owed all to your quirk and the cat you silently thanked as it pawed at Aizawas arm from its spot on the desk.

“You know, between all the cats, the students, and now this, I’m starting to think I have too many kids.” Aizawa says.

You laugh, “I think there’s room for one more. And maybe one more cat.”

My masterlist

Ghost: Part Two. Na’vi Miles Quaritch X Na’vi Fem/Reader.

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

DO NOT repost my work, don’t copy and paste it anywhere else.

Warnings: Some violence. Language. Kidnapping. Mentions of mass murder. Mentions of murder. manhandling. 

PSA: I decided to combine this part and what would have been the third part, individually they would have been to short for my liking. 

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The room around her was a plain white made up of metal and plastic. The neon lights way too bright for her liking. She had become accustomed to the natural lighting of the forest, these bright lights were beginning to hurt her eyes. Quaritch had been in to see her a few times. She wasn’t sure how long she had been there, it could have been a day or it could have been a few hours. She hadn’t seen Spider, or heard him either and this troubled her. She wanted to ensure his safety, at least all the kids got out alive, she did what Neytiri asked of her. She kept the children safe, and at this point the only thing preventing her from fighting her way out of here or killing Quaritch on sight is that she didn’t know if Spider was safe. She had curled herself in the corner of the room in an attempt to have better control over her surroundings, she didn’t want to hide under a table that left her wide open to be pulled out. The wall wasn’t exactly the ideal spot, but it was better than the dammed table. Her knees were brought close to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She was lost, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do, but she wasn’t going to wait to be rescued. She had been humming softly to herself for a little while now, but that small comfort was ripped away from her as the doors to the room opened wide. and Quaritch’s large form stepped through the frame.

“Hello there sweetheart” she looked at him, but gave no response. She wouldn’t look away, she wouldn’t give him that advantage but she wouldn’t acknowledge him either. That was until he stepped closer, she jumped into a defensive stance, legs spread wide to balance her body low to the ground. She bared her teeth in a threatening snarl.

“Do not touch me, monster”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he stopped in his tracks and leaned one hand against the table. “I haven’t done anything ta ya”

“You stole everything from me, my sister, and now you have kidnapped me”

“I have taken ya. Yes, but I didn’t kill anyone.” The Na’vi women was confused, she stood slightly, despite both being full grown she only reached his shoulders in height.

“You happily admitted it earlier.” She stated, and she was right. Yet what she didn’t know was that from the moment the recom had become aware of his death he felt strange. Even more so when he saw it happen on a screen. Even though he had the full memories of Colonel Miles Quaritch, he knew deep inside he was not that man. It was confusing, this Na’vi body that he was in felt different than before, or at least from what he remembered, but the instant connection the body had felt to the forest had struck him, and forced him to question everything. He knew he couldn’t let his internal questioning interfere with his mission, but he had questions. The main one being, could he create a new life for himself outside of the shadow of the memories of the man he carried inside of his brain. Where that would lead him he didn’t know, but he had a sinking feeling only the kid and the sassy scientist in front of him could help him figure it out. “I am not the man ya knew” he continued.

“If you were different, you wouldn’t have held children at gunpoint.”

“Maybe, but I am not who ya think I am.”

“You are no different than the day you died.”

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Fluff Yautja Masterlist

Oneshots:

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Fics:

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Headcanons:

General HCs (GN reader) (NSFW at end)

Reacting to 'Dumb Ways to Die' (GN reader)

S/O who loves spicy foods (GN reader)

Unwanted human teammate (that they love) (GN reader)

Junk food (GN reader)

S/O learning abt dreads (GN black reader)

Awkward S/O (GN reader)

Short S/O (GN reader)

Short S/O Cleaning Them (GN reader)

mistaking short s/o for a kid (GN reader)

Metting S/O's friends (GN reader)

Cook S/O (GN reader)

Preparing for a Hurricane (GN reader)

S/O babytalking cats (GN reader)

Human body hair!?!? (M reader)

S/O w/ a bad sleep schedule (GN reader)

Oblivious S/O (GN reader)

Hurting their S/O while training (GN reader)

S/O w/ a face cover (F reader)

Comforting S/O (GN reader)

Neuro-divergent S/O (GN reader)

Drabbles/Imagines:

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