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sanspuppet · 7 months

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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 - 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

PAIRING: Yunho x fem!reader

RATING: smut (18+ MDNI)

W/T: colleagues to lovers, unprotected sex (do not), kinda rough sex, overstimulation, choking, mention of toys, creampie, pet names (doll, princess)

A/O: i want to thank @yuyusbunny for proofreading this fanfiction (i hope the next ones too) and helping me improving myself, lov u Laz 🫶🏻🫶🏻.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾

You were now walking down the street, your eyes clinging to your phone, searching for the nearest way to reach the bar that hired you the day before. You were messing with your left hand nervously, as you were trying to imagine your first day of work.

"It's very famous to be a bar, what if im not meant for it? Nah... they say the owner is very kind... i hope so."

Your best friend Jongho found this job for you, knowing that you were searching desperately for one, he was also a noticed costumer there, so when he mentioned you, it was almost like you were instantly accepted. Honestly you weren't into locals, that one was very well known in town, but you've never went there. A few minutes later, you were facing the entrance of the bar, the led writing with the name of it, as an attractor of attention. Flower, tiny trees and bonsais were decorating the outside, even if the local was recently open that morning, most of the tables were occupied by the people, drinking their coffees and eating something for breakfast.

"There it is..." you entered, hesitant, looking for your boss.

"Uhm... hello? Is there... a Jeong Yunho? Im y/n, the new employee." you asked at the bartender. He looked at you from head to toes, his smile making him look easily approachable.

"Oh, y/n! We finally meet, Jongho told me of you a few times. Wait a second, imma look for Yunho."

You leaned on your elbow on the counter, and tapped your fingers on the wood, while looking at the inside of the local. Soon after, you saw the figure of a tall man, heading towards you.

"Good morning."

you turned your head, looking at him. His low voice almost scared you for a second, despite his puppy eyes studying you. Meanwhile, you were already struggling to keep yourself composed:

"Shit, i didn't expect him to be this hot."

His black shirt, slightly unbottoned, was revealing his collarbones, and what it seemed the shadow of a tattoo.

"And he is supposed to be a barista??"

His cheekbones popped out when he smiled at you, revealing his sweet attitude.

"Im Yunho! Your boss, but i hope we'll get closer in the future, i'd like to be friends with my employees, if it doesn't bother you." You shaked your head, smiling back:

"Absolutely not! my name's y/n."

"My pleasure, come here, i'll teach you the work."

The day went great, the tasks were pretty easy, and you loved the chill mood created in that local, lounge bar music relaxing you and the costumers as they were waiting for you to serve their order. The only problem was that, everytime your boss was in your vicinity, checking you or just asking you to do something, your mind always blocked at his sight. No need to say because of his hotness, out of tune with his sweet personality, you'd say he's the perfect man.

"Y/n, can you come here?" you nodded and headed towards him, behind the counter.

"Yeah?"

"I need to teach you how to make coffee. You can't just be a waitress, right?" Yunho chuckled.

"Uhm... yeah, i think."

"Don't worry, it's pretty easy. We use instant coffee."

He turned, giving you his back, and took a few sticks containing the coffee mixture. Once he turned to look at you, he handed you one, smiling. Until that moment you didn't realize his hands, god his hands... slender, bony and veiny, his nails well taken care of. You shuddered when they made contact with yours, shivers running down your spine, fighting not to let yourself be carried away by your own thoughts, dirty thoughts.

"You have to pour the mixture in the cup." he gave you one, so you could copy his movements. You were quite slow in all you were doing, mind only focused on his long fingers, doing their job. You seemed... lost, or simply confused.

"y/n? you alright?" he asked, trying to figure out why you were so worked up from that easy tutorial. He then held the cup in front of your face, two fingers wrapped around the base of it. "You have to pour the boiled water slightly above two fingers, understand?"

"Wha- Oh, yes, yeah." you shook your head, trying to kick those pretty hands away from your mind.

"Then you keep stirring it until it looks good, easy right?"

"Yeah..."

Yunho grimaced, tilting his head to one side. He moved his hands on your shoulders, his fingers gripping at you. He then dragged them down your arms, slowly.

"You're so hot y/n." he whispered, his warm breath reaching your sensitive skin.

"W-what?" you felt your heartbeat accelerating from just that simple, innocent sentence. You looked at him, already panicking. He moved his right hand on your forehead, your mind was going to go on stend-by, from the feeling of him softly caressing it. You were surely developing the fattest crush you'd ever had, on him, your boss.

"You sure you're feeling good? i think you probably have a fever, your skin seems burning."

"Why does he have to be so handsome and adorable at the same time??" you said to yourself, unable to focus on his words, given his aphrodisiac beauty.

"Look at your cheeks, they're of a burning red." he caressed them, his thumb brushing the corner of your lips.

"It's because of you, dumbass." You moved your sight on his puppy eyes, probably unsuspecting the effects that his touch were giving to you.

"No, im okey." you murmured finally. Yunho moved his hands off of your body, and started to put away all of the stuff positioned on the counter.

"Uhm, anyways... the local is going to close soon, you can go for now if you want to."

You nodded, and made your way towards the door, almost forgetting it was made of glass... Well, not almost, because you bumped into it, making Yunho laugh.

The next days, and weeks, went similar: you simply did your new job. Went to work at late morning and got home at 7 p.m. You got used to that routine, you were well paid and had good company, perhaps the presence of your boss was what definitively convinced you to stay... hell ya, you were pretty sure he was the principal cause. Everyday he somehow found the way to touch you, making your insides fall apart in every single case: he'd move you away by grabbing your waist when he has to pass nearby, hold your hand when he'd accompany you to the back of the bar, or when you'd have your new nails done to get a closer sight, he also complimented your look every morning. In short: or he was the gentleman in person, or he was just clingy, or he also was infatuated by your simple existence. (No need to say that the last one was the one you hoped for so bad). At the end, you really became friends, after days of you joking and laughing together during work.

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

"y/n, i was wondering something." he broke the silence between you two, when he turned his head to face you, behind the counter where you were waiting for new costumers to come. You were quite nervous everytime you were alone with him: your foot kept beating on the floor.

"Uh-huh?" you murmured, focusing on the people sitting in front of you, both for not thinking of Yunho too much, and to make sure they were satisfied with your service.

"Today is Monday, right? So tomorrow we're open by the afternoon" his gaze glued to your pretty side profile.

"Yeah, i know" the feeling of his eyes sticking at you made your legs dizzy. "What's his purpose?" you thought.

"Wanna hang out later?"

"Oh no, he didn't-" you weren't mentally prepared to spend an entire evening with him, another touch from him and you were sure you'd fall on your knees for him, dick straight choking your throat. "Holy shit... and now?"

"Sure..." you couldn't deny, right? the worst thing that could have happened was that nothing would happen. In facts, you surely wanted him to just grab your hips and fuck you already. What? he couldn't just wear those skinny jeans and "accidentally" press his bulge against your ass, without expecting you to get horny. he was a freaking bastard in those moments, or he was dumb, or he liked the way you blushed and had your heart freaking out everytime he touched you, what a sadistic bastard. Yeah... you were definitely losing your mind, you craved for that man like a drugged craves for his drugs.

"Perfect! Give me your address, imma pick you up later, what about 8 p.m?" he took his phone, ready to take notes.

"shit, he's gonna enter my house"

"Uhm yeah, wait a second..."

A few hours later you were struggling to choose what to wear, still half naked from the shower you just took, hands grabbing dozens of dresses to look at them, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"if he told me at least where we're going..."

"should i wear just something cool?" "and if we go to a multi-star restaurant? i should be elegant..." "and if he takes me to his place?"

you suddenly heard the doorbell ringing, Yunho's voice speaking through the entryphone: "y/n? are you there?"

"duh... really??" you picked the first dress that caught your attention, wearing it while heading towards the principal door, you fixed your hair before opening it.

"Oh, here you are." he smiled at your presence.

"I need to do my make-up, it'll take a few minutes, come inside." you moved to one side, making him able to enter the house. He followed you till your bedroom, taking a look of the furniture, instead you entered the bathroom minding your own business. While you were putting on your mascara, you were staring at the reflection of Yunho through your mirror, and finally noticed how simply gorgeous Yunho looked: the smoking suit he was wearing fitted perfectly his slender body, the dark blue waist coat adhering to his chest. You lost yourself again inside your thoughts, your hands automatically moving and the figure of Yunho was only present in your mind. Once you got back to reality and exited your bathroom, you saw him sat on your bed, holding what seemed to be the buzzing toy you used to use during your desperate nights, and coincidentally, the night before was one of them. He was looking at it intensely, turning it around to see every detail. When he saw the small button he couldn't help but click it, making the vibrator starting to do what it was supposed to.

"Oh" a small whimper left his mouth as the toy he was holding started vibrating.

"No. nonono, fuck-" you ran towards him, intent on taking back what was yours.

"Give me that, Yunho." you took the vibration from his hands, holding it like it was your most intimate treasure.

"Uhm im sorry, i sat down and felt it under the blanket, didn't mean it." his innocent gaze turned quickly into a smirk, he leaned back on his elbows facing you while his body rested on the soft mattress of your bed, his legs open. "Didn't expect you to use that kind of stuff."

"I don't..." you tried to say, despite you perfectly knew that you sucked at lying.

"It's still wet." he chuckled, seeing your eyes widening, full of embarrassment, no wonder why your cheeks were of an intense red, and it surely wasn't because of your make-up. "Uhm-" you murmured, trying to think of a good lie this time.

"Don't lie to me, princess. You're a woman, it's normal to need some pleasure, right? Only thinking that looking at you, you'd easily get something way better than a vibrator."

You raised one eyebrow, asking again to yourself what were his wills: "What do you mean, huh?"

"Don't know, want me to prove it?" his smirk getting wider as he noticed you on the verge of your denial resistance.

"For now? No thanks im good with it."

"seriously? i had the chance to take him and i just wasted it? God, im so stupid." you wanted to slap your face right there, refusing yourself to believe what you just refused.

"Well, if you say so. Come on now, the restaurant is waiting for us."

He brought you to a famous italian restaurant, thank goodness that you were wearing an elegant dress, which as always Yunho complimented:

"You look so beautiful in that dress, the color matches your eyes perfectly." he said, when you both finished your dinner. The situation was quite embarrassing: you were constantly making eye contact, but not a single word leaving your mouth, expect a small murmur:

"Thank you, you're also very handsome..."

You didn't know if what happened at your house was only a joke, or his attempt to approach you, whatever it was, his previous proposal was now torturing your mind. After thinking of it a little too much you finally chose to just ignore it, and tried to enjoy some good time with Yunho.

"Oh God... he's drunk" you looked at his red face, chuckling while taking other sips of wine, his sight seemed fogged as he was trying hard to focus on your face when you talked:

"Yunho, you should stop drinking."

He laughed out loud, almost losing his balance, sat on his chair: "i can't! im so happy!"

"Why?" you asked, confused.

"Because i finally asked you to hang out with me!" he smiled, before standing up, already on the verge of falling, you stood up and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, yours on his shoulder, helping him to walk straight. Your legs were shaking too, not because of the alcohol, but for the feeling of Yunho's finger gripping at your body, which drove you crazy. A smirk was continuously placed on his face, his head resting on the top of yours, as you were accompanying him to his car. You asked for its keys and sat in the driver's seat. You didn't know his address and because he was drunk he couldn't remember it, so you drove to your house. You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth and getting ready to go to sleep, once you got out, you found him already sleeping on you bed. You headed towards him, and knelt down to look at his tired face.

"He looks so cute... wait- and now? where do i sleep??"

You looked around, despite you hadn't another bed at your place, and there was no way you'd sleep on the floor, excluding your mini couch. You had no choice but to lay on your bed, staring at Yunho till collapsing from your tiredness.

The morning after, you woke up at the sunrise, when you turned your head to look for Yunho, you're heart almost stopped at the sight of his face a few inches from yours. His soft cheeks resting on the pillow made him look adorable. That moment felt perfect, until you moved your gaze down his body, and noticed his crotch pressing against the fabric of his pants, as if it wanted to escape from them, you widened your eyes, amazed:

"Jeez- he's pretty big..." you murmured, and suddenly frozen hearing Yunho yawning, having just woke up.

"what did you say, y/n? Wait... why am i laying on your bed?! W-what happened yesterday??" he immediately stood up, panick rushing inside his body.

"Nothing, you were drunk so i took you to my place."

He looked down at the feeling of his pants tightening, and gasped, knowing that you probably noticed it too, he moved his gaze at you nervously, then chuckled shyly:

"Uhm well... i should go now and take care of... the bar" he squeezed his eyes and sighed: "Yeah, the bar..."

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The next weeks went as usual, just working and drooling secretly for your boss, handsome and kind as always. You were now sure that you loved him, what you kept asking to yourself was if he felt the same for you. And how could you prove that? Teasing him. Usually he was the one that "involuntarily" teased you in many ways. So you finally decided to test the waters, pretending to act normal as you were voluntarily driving him crazy. You actually acted like an annoying slut in his presence, rubbing yourself against him in every occasion, walking sensually, sure that his gaze was glued to your ass, sometimes you even vaguely flirted with cute costumers just to get him jealous. After only a week, you could tell that he was extremely on the verge of losing his patience.

It was late October, outside was raining hard and the bar was completely empty of people, just you and Yunho. He was looking intensely at you, while you were decorating a cupcake for fun, sometimes licking the cream off of your fingers joyfully. He sighed, arm crossed:

"Why you keep acting like this, huh?" he headed towards you, till he was just a few inches far from you.

"Like what?" you smirked at him.

"Like a slut, are you joking or just needy for cock? Tell me."

"Maybe both, don't know. Maybe i just need to get what im craving, don't you think?" Where did you even find that confidence all of a sudden? Was your whore side finally taking the control?

He got closer to you, the feeling of his heavy breath on your lips: "Uh-huh? And what do you crave so bad?"

you giggled, your heartbeat starting to accelerate: "Guess."

He sighed again, but this time a small smirk taking his way on his lips: "Come on doll, just stop joking around, i perfectly know you want me." he got closer, whispering at your right ear: "Just wondering why you didn't fuck me that night." You bit your lower lip, how many times you asked yourself the same question? "i don't even know, maybe you can ask me again to."

Yunho laughed, nodding. He took you in his arms, and make you sit on the counter, his hands on your sides to make you stay still. You could hear his heart pulsing quickly, yours was about to flutter, and the both of you inhaling deeply the air. He whispered again, his voice lower than ever:

"Wanna fuck, my beautiful?"

You chuckled: "who told you that im yours"

"Gonna mark you right now."

You whispered back: "Go on, then." Before he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, kissing you passionately. Your tongues found their ways inside your mouths, his hands moving on every inch of your body, you could feel your skin burning under his touch. Thrill rushing in your blood as he sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys all over your sensitive skin, he was about to hike your t-shirt up when you stopped him:

"Yunho... the bar is open."

He rolled his eyes back and sighed: "Okey then, i'll bring you to my house, now." He took your hands, helping you to get down of the counter. He turned off the lights and the power of the place, you ran to his car while he was closing the bar. When you arrived, Yunho was already taking you in his arms, heading towards his bedroom. You giggled when he pinned you against the wall, him holding your wrist while you were stuck in a long, wet kiss. Small whimpers leaving your mouth, happy because you finally were trapped in his arms, horny because you were imagining what was coming next:

"Come on boss, teach me how to behave."

He groaned, looking intensely at your smirking face: "Oh fuck, i love when you call me that way" he sucked your earlobe, then murmured: "it gets me so hard, you can't even imagine." He gripped your waist, and throwed you onto the bed, leaving small kisses down your body, while he was dragging your clothes off of you, until you were completely naked. Shivers were running down your spine at the sudden cold feeling. He stood up, taking a complete look of your breathtaking body, his boner exposing his needs.

"God, you're soaking wet, all because of me." he chuckled, his chest expanding continuously as he was breathing heavily, while unbuttoning his shirt. Once he had only his boxers on, you were desperately begging him to go ahead: "please please please take them off..."

Yunho opened your legs, making room for himself. He pressed his bulge on your bare cunt, forcing you to whine annoyingly.

"You like when i tease you, don't you?"

"God im begging you please i need you inside me"

"Oh i see, should i give you what you want since you're acting so good for me?" he dragged down his underwear, his cock popping out, standing proudly: "Hmm?"

You kept nodding: "Yesyesyesyes-"

One hand held your thigh firmly as the other stroked his length a few times, preparing at the incoming pleasure he was about to feel. You arched your back when he finally pushed himself inside you, unbelievably hitting your g-spot with the first thrust:

"Fuck! Shit Yunho- s-so perfect..."

His hands were caressing your belly softly, unlike the way he was pumping in you roughly. He was too excited to finally have you, he couldn't contain himself and be gentle. No, he wanted to ruin your pretty hole so you would stop to seduce him and getting him hard during work.

"Now that you're so whiny, do you still wanna tease me?" he stopped, knowing that it would drive you crazy. He felt your walls clenching intensely, signaling him that you were "so close so close- please keep it in!"

"You're already reaching your orgasm, doll?" his cockhead rubbing against your clit, enough for you to roll your eyes back and suddenly creaming your folds. You moaned loudly, you're voice broken after only a few minutes. He leaned on you, his hands caressing your collarbones, feeling your chest widening under his palm.

"Too bad, because i haven't yet."

Yunho wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing it enough for you to breathe but not to groan. You looked at him with desperate eyes, feeling your soul almost leaving your body because of the overwhelming pleasure.

"i'll be forced to give you some days off, you're not going to walk for a week"

You wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, helping yourself to stay still while he was pressing you against the mattress. Every single thrust felt like heaven, there was no way he could be a virgin, he knew every spot where you needed to be touched. Yunho was also pretty loud during sex, your pussy fitted him perfectly, so much that he became addicted to it within the first minute. A mix of low and high moans were leaving his mouth constantly, he threw his head back once he felt his climax getting closer.

"Fuck you're so perfect for me, can't wait you to be mine."

Yunho took his hand off of your neck, and held your legs while he was pumping in you lastly. He bit his tongue forcefully, you were surely the best fuck he'd ever had. He didn't want to stop, despite the pleasure becoming too intense to be handled. Tears were falling across your face, feeling your pussy getting worshipped by his dick, too fucked out to even answer him:

"Want me to fill you with my seed, princess?"

You nodded slightly, biting your lower lip and rubbing away your ruined mascara from your eyes.

He pulled out and in, one time, rougher than ever.

"I want you to use your words when i speak."

You whined in reply: "Shit- yes boss, im begging you."

A few more thrust and he felt his orgasm hitting his body, releasing a big load, ropes of hot cum taking their way inside you, mixed with your own arousal. You both groaned at the addictive feeling. His cock was swirling once he finally slid out of you. Yunho headed towards the bathroom and brought you a towel, he caressed you inner thighs while cleaning you from the mess he made. He kissed your body repeatedly, getting closer to your face. He stopped at the sight of your surprised expression:

"Aftercare?" you asked.

"What? I might be a rough dom but im still a gentleman."

Yunho joined you on the bed, and wrapped his arms around your body in a warm hug. He moved your hair from your face leaving a small kiss on your forehead.

"Gotta make sure you'll never leave me."

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str4ngerthingshavehappenedhere · 3 months

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Summary: You're surprised by a bruised sailor and tasked to patch him up. Warnings: Mentions of blood and Steve Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader A/N: I have returned! Missed you guys and I hope you enjoy the new fic!

This fic is set after season 3's finale. I did a similar fic prompt last year but I wanted to change reader and Steve's dynamic.

P/N is pet name 😁

Dustin looked at you with pleading eyes as did the rest of the group. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers as you stepped aside so they could drag the bloodied sailor into your living room and, not so gently, throw hm upright onto the sofa.

You weren’t annoyed that they brought him here. At this point this was a regular summer experience. Once it was mentioned that you had first aid training and parents who were both doctors, suddenly in the eyes of Steve and the ragtag group of youths, you were a god at anything medical. After finding out about all crazy things that were happening in Hawkins, the group decided you were the perfect alternative to showing up at the hospital and having to make excuses for why their adult friend was covered in injuries, again.

You were worried about Steve. The number of times that he had shown up to your house after getting himself into another insane situation is becoming almost too common. From the day he showed up covered in injuries after Byers beat him up, something to this day Steve will deny ever happened and that he totally won that fight.

“What the hell happened?” You stared down with concern at Steve who was slumped over.

“Mindflayer.” Lucas replied.

“Mind-a-what now?” You shook your head, realizing you were getting off topic. “Never mind. Guys he needs an actual doctor. These injuries are way worse than the usual fix ups I do for him.”

“He asked us to bring him here Y/N. He wanted you to fix him up.” Dustin looked at you with puppy dog eyes. Steve had taught him well.

You let out another sigh “Fine. You guys must all be exhausted, go home. I’ll take care of Steve, okay?” Dustin looked over at Steve with a worried expression.

You place your hand on top of Dustin head, ruffling his hair lightly that, as always, is under one of his many hats.

“Dustin, he’ll be okay. When have I ever let you down with this stuff?”

“Never.”

“Eeeexactly.” You smiled “I’ll make sure he’s looking brand new by tomorrow, okay?” Dustin gave a toothless grin in response.

“Now seriously, get your butt’s home before your parents get worried.”

“Good luck, Y/N!” Dustin yelled as he walked out of the front door, the rest of the group following close behind.

“I got this, don’t worry!” You reply, watching as the chaos crew entered the back of Steves car. You were wondering who managed to drive them all here before clocking the identical sailor outfit to Steves.

Robin Buckley sat in the driver’s seat, waving at you as the last of the group climbed into the vehicle and shut the back door of Steve's car.

You weren’t close with Robin in the beginning since you only occasionally past her in the halls at Hawkins high, but ever since she began scooping ice cream with Steve, and would join in on your playful bullying of Steve when you'd visit him at work, did you both grow closer as friends.

You walk over to the car and lean down so your eye to eye with Robin.

“Since when did you learn to drive?” You asked.

“Since never. All the towns’ police are kind of occupied by the mall fire, so I’m making the most of it” You let out a giggle in response.

“Steve taught me the basics in the mall car park once time, so I think I’ve got it.”

“She stalled the car multiple times on the way over here”.

Robin turned around to look at the culprit. “Do you want to walk home?” You laughed as Dustin slowly sunk back into his seat; hands raised in surrender “I’ll shut up”.

“Alright guys, get home safe.” you smiled, tapping the top of the car as you stood up.

“What? with Robin driving?”

“Last chance Dustybun, or I’m making you walk”. Robin mocked him in response, turning the ignition and starting the car engine.

“Sorry, sorry last time promise”

You walked back to the house, giggling over the bickering group as they, with a little bit of difficulty, drove away. Once the car was out of your sight you entered your home and shut the door, locking it behind you.

You walk towards the couch, crouching down so you are facing eye level with Steve. You reach your hand out and gently remove a strand of hair that was covering his face. You smile softly at his sleeping form. Even though he was all bruised and bloody this was probably the most relaxed you had seen him in a while.

“Even when you’re a bloody mess you still look pretty.”

“That’s so sweet.” You jumped lightly as Steve chuckled, trying to sit up. All was in vain as his laugh was replaced with a groan. He held his left side as you sat next to him, pulling him gently by his uniform shirt so he was leaning against you. You rest his head on your shoulder, both sitting in complete silence. A few minutes pass before you decide to speak.

“I know this might sound like a dumb question but. Are you okay?”

Steve chuckled before immediately groaning again, leaning more into you to ease the pain on his side.

“Just peachy, Y/N” He replied in his usual light-hearted sarcastic tone.

“Shut up you dingbat.” You giggled, maneuvering Steve around so you could wrap his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his waist, lifting him off the couch.

“That’s a new one. That’s definitely an upgrade from ‘dingus’”.

“Come on.” You grunt slightly as you take Steve’s whole weight against you. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” You both began the impending journey up the stairs to your en suite bathroom to patch the floofy haired boy up.

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Once you both reach your en suite bathroom you, as gently as you can, lower Steve onto the edge of the bath, reaching over him to turn on the shower. You fail to notice his face go red as your chest was currently inches from his face. Once you manage to turn on the shower you lean back, hearing Steve let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Thanks again for patching me up Y/N.” your back is to Steve, smiling like an idiot as you open the medicine cabinet above the bathroom sink, completely forgetting there is a mirror and Steve had a clear view of how happy that made you. He smiled to himself; head lowered slightly.

There was a moment of silence as you began collecting what you need from the medicine cabinet. Once you had everything you begin to close the door but pause briefly. A brief sigh exits your lips.

“As much as I love spending time with you, I wish it was under better circumstances.”

Steve looked at you confused.

“What do you mean?”

You shut the cabinet door, placing the bandages and other first aid items on the edge of the sink. Your back still turned to Steve.

“I hate seeing you hurt. Prefer it when you’re not covered in bruises. I mean-” You turned around to face him. He’s looking at you from where he is now stood, the same puppy dog eyed look he always gives you when he wants you to stop being mad at him for something.

You lift your hand up to rest against his cheek but stop yourself, briefly hovering over his cheek. He catches your hand before you have a chance to, pressing your hand against his cheek. He leans into it, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Look at you Steve. This keeps happening after every summer and I’m terrified there will be a time that you don’t make it to me in time. That there’s a day you are really badly injured and I’m not there to fix it.”

“You don’t have to worry about that Y/N. I’d never leave you”.

“You can’t promise that”.

“But I can try. I promise I’ll at least try to be more careful, okay?” He moves your hand from his face, holding it in his own as he raises his other hand to caress your cheek softly. You sigh as you relax into him.

“We need to get you fixed up”.

“Gimmie a second. I’m happy like this”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Harrington”.

There's a pause as you enjoy each other’s touch. You pull your hand away after a while and place your hand on Steve's shoulders, gently pushing him to sit back on the edge of the bath. He had a sad look on his face that you wanted to kiss away. You shook off that feeling and turned back to the sink, picking up some cotton balls that you soaked in disinfected. You turned back to Steve and stepped towards him, lifting his head up with your free hand.

“This is gonna sting a little, okay?” He nods in acceptance as you tilt his head a little higher, gently pressing the cotton ball to the cut on his lip. He hisses under his breath, and you pull the cotton ball away quickly, apologizing as he shakes his head.

“It’s okay Y/N. Thank you for taking care of me.” He lifts his hands to your hips, pulling you closer to him as he opens his legs and allowing you to slot in between them.

His hands never leave your hips as they hold you in place, his thumbs gently caressing the bit of exposed skin above your pyjama pants. You felt like all the air in your body had escaped. You try to shake it off and continue to gently apply the disinfectant to the cuts and bruises on his skin, apologising every time he looked the slighted bit in pain.

“Do you like Robin?” You didn’t even realize it was said until it left your lips. You didn’t even think it was on your mind at this moment in time, but it must have been eating away at you ever since Robin talked about Steve giving her driving lessons in the mall parking lot. They’re always together and as much as you love Robin, you hate the thought of them turning around one day and telling you they’re an item. You don’t think you could bare it.

Steve looked at you with nothing but pure confusion.

“Where did that come from?”

“Nothing just forget I said anything” You mutter under your breath, now starting to wipe away the blood from Steve’s face.

Steve pulled you closer, removing any space left between you, his hands still placed gently against your hips.

“Tell me, Y/n” He whispered, looking up at you again with those big brown eyes. You looked anywhere except his eyes, If you did you genuinely think it would kill you.

“I just-” you take a deep breath, thinking about how to word it without screaming the face you were in love with him.

“You guys are together a lot, and I noticed you’re a lot closer to each other lately. I just wanted to know, I guess.”

“How would you feel if we were?” Your heart felt like it sunk into your stomach.

“I’d hate it, Steve.” You had finished cleaning up his wounds a few minutes ago, you just couldn’t bare to step away from him. You wanted to make this moment last as long as you could. You lowered the cloth from his face, finally looking him in the eyes.

He slowly stood up, hands moving up to rest against your face, caressing your cheeks. He gently rests his forehead against yours.

“Why would you hate it, Y/n?” There's a long pause, unable to say what you need to say.

He nudges his nose against yours.

“Please tell me.” He whispers, lips only inches away from yours. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, leaning into his touch.

“I really like you Ste-” His lips smash against yours before you had a chance to finish your sentence.

“I like you Y/N” He whispered before kissing you again.

“I like you so much.” You smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss lasts what feels like eternity before Steve releases a hiss, both of you forgetting about the cut on his lip.

“Sorry, Stevie.” You caress the skin just under the cut and Steve looks at you with nothing but pure love and adoration.

“Totally worth it, P/N.” Your heart fluttered at the new nickname as did his at yours.

You step away slightly from his embrace, his lips form into a pout from the lack of your touch. You take his hand and lead him back to your bedroom.

You let go of his hand briefly to rummage through your dresser draws, revealing a shirt and shorts he had left from the last time he had stayed over.

He accepted the clothes with a smile, practically glowing with joy that this was finally happening, that you were finally his.

“Go take a shower then we can continue where we left off” You had never seen Steve move faster in your life. You giggled as he shut the door behind him. You turned around to find another shirt for yourself, realizing a bit of Steve's blood had ended up on your shirt. The door opened again briefly, revealing a shirtless Steve. Your face turned bright red as he laughed.

“Wanna join me?” You threw the shirt you had in your hand at the door, Steve managing to close the door before the shirt hit him.

“Worth a shot!” You hear behind the bathroom door, making you giggle once again, walking over to retrieve your shirt and changing before removing the blanket and settling into bed.

You lay facing away from the bathroom door, feeling sleep dawn over you as it was getting late. Before you had a chance to fully drift asleep you hear the bathroom door open and suddenly feel the full weight of Steve as he jumps onto the bed and proceeds to rub his wet hair across your face, neck and chest.

“Ewwww, get off!” You said through fits of laughter as you push him back. He stops and lifts his head with a chuckle, his body now hovering over yours, hands resting either side of your head as he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“Let me take you out on a date tomorrow.” You looked at him with slight confusion.

“What, like a date?” He leans forward, kissing your forehead with a smile on his face.

“That’s normally what couples do.”

“Were a couple now?”

“Well after what we did in the bathroom id hope so”.

“You make it sound like we fornicated or something”.

“Fornicated? What are you 60 or something? Who uses that word for sex” he says through laughter before his face comes into contact with a pillow.

He rolls onto his back, continuing his chuckling and you pretend to get out of bed. You immediately feel Steve pull you back flush against his chest, his face pressed into your neck.

“Don’t go, please”. He said with the slightest bit of desperation. You giggle once more, rotating your body so you’re facing him, placing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Wanna continue where we left of in the bathroom?”

“What, the fornication?”

“I swear I will leave”.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry.” He stops chuckling and simply looks at you once again with nothing but complete adoration.

“I really want to go on a date with you by the way.”

“I know, P/N” He whispers against your lips, kissing you once again.

“And I really want us to be a couple” Steve smiles against your lips, pulling you impossibly closer and deepening the kiss.

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kitty-tea · 1 month

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Can you write a smut story with cedric where the reader is shy, introvert and not very bold (the complete opposite personality of the reader from your other cedric story) and cedric is a gentlemanly soft dom?

I'm going through a edric obsession rn and I read your other story. It was really good and well written, but I'm nothing like the reader in it, so I couldn't relate to it 🥲.

New girl

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Cedric Diggory x Muggle!reader

Summary: Cedric notices a new girl in town.

Hi sorry this is so late I started this story shortly after receiving the request in my inbox but then I kept having to rewrite and re-edit every time because I wasn’t happy with how my story was turning out, but I’m finally done!

I thought it’d be interesting to write a fanfic about Cedric with a Muggle!reader since I’ve never read any before

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex, nipple play, pet names, shy!reader, might contain typos, p in v sex, all characters are of age, 18+ only!

After telling his parents his plans for the day, Cedric headed out to the same familiar coffee shop in town he’d gone to since before he could remember. He expected nothing but the same tables, chairs, customers, and workers when he walked into the cafe. What he wasn’t expecting was a new employee, you.

He could see you wiping the counter, too focused on your task to notice him until he said hello. You let out a gasp. Apparently, you were one to get startled easily. You had on a black Henley top paired with matching black leggings, and your hair was in a bun that was as big as the cinnamon rolls in the pastry case with some hair left framing your blushing face.

“H-Hi, how can I help you?” Cedric thought that little tremble in your voice complemented so well with this adorable shyness you were displaying.

“I’ll take a latte and a slice of peach pie. For here.” He said, sounding cool and confident.

After you rang up his order, he took a seat not far from the counter. It was a small cafe, with enough room for only about five tables to be lined up. With there being no other customers inside, he was able to savor the silence that was occasionally broken by the sounds you made with your footsteps as you worked behind the counter.

As you brought out his food and drink, you gave him what looked to be a half smile, but it wasn’t a type of rude or lazy half-smile. It was more of a customer service smile that you weren’t trying to overdo.

“Here you go sir,” you set the plate and cup down, careful not to mess up the heart that was crafted onto the latte. Cedric thought that you did a lovely job on it, and he wanted to let you know.

“Thank you. It’s a lovely heart by the way.” He smiled.

“Oh, I’ve only just started working here a few weeks ago.” You fidgeted with your sleeves and the hem of your little apron around your waist.

“You must be new in town.” He guessed, more like stated.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve lived here my whole life. I don’t meet new people everyday.” He said. “My name’s Cedric, what’s yours?”

As quickly as you looked into his eyes and told him your name, your eyes went back to where they were looking at originally.

“Thanks again,” He tried making eye contact with you to ease you up, but it apparently had the opposite effect as you kept looking down and nodded before retreating to the counter.

Cedric was used to girls at school throwing themselves at him and following him around like a lost puppy. Now it was his turn to be the lost puppy.

Cedric told himself that he wasn’t technically stalking you since he liked to go to that particular cafe since before you started working there. It was his little routine during the summer holidays for him to sometimes walk over there and get breakfast. It also happened that he noticed that you were there almost every weekday for the opening shift.

It caught him by surprise when he was taking a late afternoon walk around town and he saw you coming out of the cafe after it was scheduled to close. You huffed as your purse fell from your shoulder. Before you could bend down to pick it up, Cedric had it in his hand, ready to hand it over to you.

“Thank you.” You said as your eyes met his. “It’s Cedric, right?”

“Yeah, you remembered my name.” He let the corners of his eyes crinkle in its own way of smiling. “You just got done closing?” He asked, pointing to the sign that said “closed” just because he loved to awkwardly point out the obvious in front of a pretty girl.

“I had to cover for someone today. Normally, I work the opening shift.” You were still holding onto that habit of occasionally looking down while in his presence.

“I see.” He nodded. He had to come up with another question to keep you talking. “How do you like it here?”

“It’s nice and quiet. Although I’ve seen some strange families around here.” Strange families? He knew exactly which strange families you were referring to because he was a part of one of them.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with people who are different. They’re what makes this town unique.” You said quickly, as if you were worried you insulted his hometown.

“Yeah, I pretty much grew up with this entire town, I know what you mean.” Cedric said. He then reminded himself that he got so distracted by talking to you that he forgot that you had to get home. “Sorry if I’m holding you up. It was nice talking to you. I’m sure you have to get home.”

“It’s okay. I was actually going to the park.”

“Me too.” No he wasn’t. “Maybe we can go there together?”

“Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.” You looked down at your worn out shoes.

On the short walk to the park, you and Cedric talked and got to know each other. He told you all about his life except for the part about him being a wizard and how he used to attend a magical boarding school while you told him about how you and your parents moved here from a big city after you had finished school.

As the first sign of sundown became visible, you and Cedric said your goodbyes to each other, but before you could leave, he asked you, “Would you like to go out with me sometime this week? Like on a date?” He assumed from your conversation with him that you had no current boyfriend, so the chances of you saying yes were increased. Unless, he was wrong and some other guy had asked you out already which he would feel down about if it were true.

“Are you sure you want to go out with me?” You started fidgeting with your sleeves, blushing.

“Absolutely.” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, making you look up at him. He wanted to melt as soon as you made eye contact with him, showing the sparkle in your eyes.

“What time do you get off work?” Cedric asked.

“At one.” You said.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He cupped your cheek in his large hand and placed a light kiss there.

As he was laying in bed, Cedric looked out at the dark ceiling above him. The last thing he remembered before closing his eyes was that he was thinking about your beautiful smile and how couldn’t wait to see it again.

A couple months had passed in his new relationship and Cedric dreaded having to be subjected to his parents’ questioning about how he was going to tell you he was a wizard, or if he’d already told you which was why he didn’t bother telling them he was seeing someone. He knew when the time was right, he’d tell you everything you needed to know about him. You had given him no reason to feel as if you’d judge him no matter what. He was lucky you weren’t one of those nosey girls to pester him about meeting his family or ask of any secrets he might be hiding.

The day did come when he felt ready to tell his parents that he was seeing a Muggle. Of course they knew he was seeing someone. It’s a parent’s job to know everything about their kids, so it was inevitable that they’d want to meet you.

It was on one of your days off that Cedric invited you to lunch in his home with his parents.

He had warned you his parents were a bit unusual themselves, but you assured him not to worry. What he didn’t tell you was that they were the way they were because they were wizards who weren’t very knowledgeable about Muggles.

As soon as you hopped off your bike in front of Cedric’s house, you noticed the lack of cars in the driveway, something you weren’t used to seeing in front of other homes, but you brushed it off.

You were happy meeting his parents was without a hitch. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory told you what a delight you were to have around as well as saying you seemed like the right girl for Cedric.

After his parents left to go attend to magical business (not that you needed to know what it was) Cedric was alone with you in his bedroom.

“What’s this, Cedric?” You asked as you pointed to a Mooncalf plushie he forgot to hide in his closet. His eyes widened even more than the plushie’s as realization sunk into him.

“It’s… just something I drew as a kid and my parents made it into a toy.” He came up with that excuse.

“It’s so adorable! I love how big its eyes are! Can I hold it please?” You begged. He didn’t see any harm in it. It wasn’t like you stumbled upon the real thing.

Once he nodded in approval, your smile widened as you grabbed the toy off the bookshelf and wrapped your arms around it.

“Aww, I wish this was a real animal, don’t you?” Cedric thought you looked adorable when you were mesmerized like you were at that moment.

Of course they’re real. They’re magical creatures called Mooncalves. He wanted to tell you.

“But you’re real. And way cuter than that thing.” He took the plushie out of your hands as he placed it back into its proper place before stepping forward and encircling his hands around your waist. You blushed at the close proximity of your faces before the both of you felt your lips being pulled to each other’s.

As you continued making out with Cedric, you started to feel a dull ache between your thighs that only got stronger.

It was only when he heard a soft moan come out of your mouth that he pulled away and looked at your flushed face.

“Do you want to take this further?” He asked, searching all over your face for any sign of discomfort. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable, you were shy and unsure of how to proceed with what was going on, but you still felt like you could trust Cedric.

After giving him consent by nodding your head, he led you to his bed where your back hit the soft mattress. A tiny whimper escaped you as you felt what you assumed was his erection bumping against your clit through the thin cotton of your shorts, sending a powerful, tingling sensation throughout your body.

“Does that feel good, Sweetheart?” Cedric’s deep voice brought you back from your pleasure-induced mini-trance. “I can give you more.”

“O-Okay.” Your response came out as a choked out whisper. Cedric was a patient person. He took his time admiring how sweet you looked as he slid each piece of clothing off your body until he unhooked your bra, which made you instinctively cover yourself.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, please.” His voice sounded like a gentle plea as he pried your arms off your chest. “You’re beautiful. I want to give them the love they deserve.” He cupped his large hand around one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze.

You let your eyelids close as he continued massaging both of your breasts, giving them equal attention until you felt something warm and wet around one of your hardened nipples. The sensation of your nipple being sucked on felt too good for you to keep quiet.

The sweet little noises coming out of your pretty mouth did nothing to soothe the painful erection restricted in Cedric’s clothes. He needed more, and he could sense you did too.

With a plop, his mouth left your nipple, and you opened your eyes, a noise between a breathless sigh and a moan leaving you.

“How about I take off my clothes? Would that make you feel better?” Cedric asked as he ran the back of his pointer finger over your heated cheek. You nodded.

How could he say no to your cute face with your lips pouted looking like you were ready to suck on his cock?

You watched him like he was the most exciting thing in the world as he stripped off his T-shirt and jeans, revealing his muscles. He gave you a brief smile before hooking his fingers beneath the band of his underwear and pulling them down.

You couldn’t stop yourself from gasping, your eyes going wider than they’d ever been, making Cedric smirk at the effect he had on you.

He intertwined his fingers through your hair as he used his other hand to guide your face upwards until you were in a kneeling position with his dick in front of your face, less than an inch away from your lips.

“Come on, Sweetheart, let me see those pretty lips suck me off.” You let another soft gasp escape you as he put his thumb on your bottom lip slowly prying your mouth open.

He couldn’t comprehend how he so badly wanted to just lose it right there and shove his dick straight into your warm mouth and feel your throat closing and gagging around him. That wasn’t going to happen now because he reminded himself that he had to be patient with you and let you adjust and get comfortable, something he was also willing to do, reveling in your innocence and shyness.

“That’s it, good girl.” He praised you as you reached out with your tongue to lick the tip before wrapping your lips around it completely. “Just like that. You can go deeper if you’re ready.”

The feeling of having a cock inside your mouth was completely new to you, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You took a few experimental licks before deciding you enjoyed how the round tip felt on your tongue. You were curious and excited to find out how the rest of him would feel, so you wasted no time in running your tongue along the entire length, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Was that good?” Your voice squeaked out, the loud plop of your lips disconnecting from him bringing him out of his thoughts.

“It was perfect.” Even though he didn’t get to cum, Cedric told himself it was okay. Maybe next time. He had already made up his mind about wanting to do this with you again.

“Why don’t I take a turn and make you feel good this time?” He ran his fingers through your hair before letting them trail along your neck before pushing you back towards the pillow you previously propped up against.

“I can take these off.” His thumb circled along the front of your panties before feeling your clit through the cotton. “I really want to see all of you.”

You were quickly starting to get dizzy from the pleasure of having Cedric rubbing the swollen, aching nub between your legs. The only thing on your mind at that moment was how good it felt to have that soft pressure on that sensitive area.

Cedric couldn’t get enough of staring at the blissed out expression on your face. He knew he was experienced enough with his fingers to be able to make you cum just from that if he wanted to.

Instead, he pulled his fingers away just before tugging your panties down, letting the delicate material glide along your soft thighs before tossing them in the same pile as your other clothes.

Before you could think about closing your legs, Cedric grabbed one of your ankles and maneuvered it so that his torso was between your thighs.

One look was all it took to know your pussy was already wet and eager for him to insert something into it. He could start small with one finger and add more until he stretched you out good enough before you were ready.

“How does this feel?” He asked you as he inserted his pointer finger into your hole.

“I want more… please?” It took him by surprise to hear how needy, but small your voice sounded, but he was more than eager and willing to fulfill your wants, so he added a second finger and curled it upwards.

That was when your eyes widened and your mouth started to twitch around a high-pitched whimper.

“Right there! Please!” You pleaded for him to give you more of that pleasurable sensation with his fingers, but unfortunately he pulled away, making you gasp at the new emptiness.

“Is this all for me?” Cedric asked as he brought his fingers to your face. Your wet and sticky juices coated them, its shine and gloss thick, making his fingers almost look like a sweet treat. It might as well have been just that for Cedric, having popped them into his mouth. You watched in awe as he licked off every drop of your arousal from his fingers without breaking eye contact with you.

“Darling, I think it’s time both of us give each other pleasure.” He smiled at you as he leaned forward, using one arm to prop himself up as he nudged the tip of his hard cock against your folds.

“Don’t you agree?” His deep voice whispered through your ear, making you melt as you lazily nodded along.

Holding onto the soft flesh of your hips, Cedric sheathed himself inside of you.

“Oh bloody hell, you feel so good.” He grunted as he felt your walls squeezing around him. “You’re doing so well.”

With his encouragement, you were prompted to become more responsive as you started to pant and moan louder with each thrust that became quicker. That was when you felt a pressure inside you start to build up.

To make that pressure even more intense, Cedric started rubbing your clit in circles. Your body was so close to convulsing around his dick at this point. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds that you had shut your eyes as the pleasure overtook your entire body, and you saw stars behind your eyelids.

“Oh my God… Cedric!” You gasped. “I just finished…” You ended the sentence with a whisper.

“I’m almost there too, Angel.” He said to you with that same hushed tone as he continued to thrust into you with the same deep but measured pace as before until he gripped the pillow next to your head. A loud grunt left his throat as he bit his lip.

As if he had momentarily lost control of himself and regained it, he slipped out of you before he stroked himself one last time.

You looked down at your breasts and stomach where he had spilled himself and then up above you where he was catching his breath.

He let his head hang low above your shoulder, while your fingers glided over his back once. He returned the action except this time his agile fingers started at your cheek then your neck and shoulder before ending at the curve of your waist. He continued this a handful of times, seeing as how it seemed to soothe you, compelling your eyelids to shut slowly.

When a couple of minutes had passed without a peep from you and Cedric was absolutely sure you were asleep, he dug his wand out from his bedside drawer before casting a spell, cleaning the both of you up before tucking you under the blanket and joining you with his arm around you.

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kth1fics · 1 year

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Paw Prints Academy (BTS Collab)

❝Welcome to the Paw Prints Academy for Dog Training and Behavior Program! Thank you for taking part in our community of puppy adoration and love. Seven authors have come to participate in telling a brand new story for you all; confidently trained by the best dog trainers PPA has to offer! We will continue to support and resource you with the softest, fluffiest, and wholesome interactions as you venture deeper into your program! We strive to give you the best dog training (fics) experience possible!❞

Song Theme: Harvest Moon: Spring (Town) ♪

Sit. Stay.

⤑ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Baby Angst, Smut ⤑ Author: @daechwitatamic ⤑ Summary: Your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. She’s ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know it’s your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?

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Training to Love

⤑ Pairing: Min Yoongi x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Drama, Smut ⤑ Author: @jimilter ⤑ Summary: Yoongi knew he didn't have the kind of time on his hands that is required to care for a newly rescued dog, but didn't let that stop him from bringing a frightened and ailing Holly home. But now that his roommate's moved out and he's not any less busier than before, he turns to the avenue that is pet-sitting. You come highly recommended and…are uncannily good at managing his fussy puppy. Not to mention that you're also really beautiful, adorable, caring, with a laugh that tinkles like wind chimes, and—maybe Yoongi needs to look for another sitter before both him and his puppy get too attached.

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Best In Show

⤑ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Smut ⤑ Author: @kth1fics ⤑ Summary: After gaining a new member to your family, you begin to attend puppy training classes to help your new baby learn some basic lessons. She’s fantastic; a very clever and smart dog as she wins the hearts of many! You think she can steal any show with her quick witted charm, but her trainer is a strong competitor with winning you over.

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Off-Script

⤑ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Smut ⤑ Author: @sailoryooons ⤑ Summary: Namjoon has always been meticulous. He likes his life organized and he likes sticking to what he knows. So why is it that his new dog seems completely set on being unpredictable and untrainable? Thankfully, you seem to be the magic fix for Moni’s untamable side. You even manage to help Namjoon loosen up and live his life a little more off-script.

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Canine Conundrum

⤑ Pairing: Park Jimin x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Smut ⤑ Author: @jeonqkooks ⤑ Summary: The perfect conundrum consists of three variables: You, Park Jimin, and a golden retriever who does not give a flying f*** where he takes a dump.

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Amaryllis

⤑ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Romance, Fluff, Smut ⤑ Author: @jeonjcngkook ⤑ Summary: As far as love goes, you have only known the feeling of it from the way cherry blossoms float in the air and the fluffy animals you spend your days with at the puppy training academy. But nothing could have prepared you for the blossoming warmth in your heart when an attractive stranger enters your life alongside his tiny Pomeranian and suddenly you’re reminded that flowers cant blossom without sunshine and you may have found your light in Kim Taehyung.

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Must Love Dogs

⤑ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Light Angst, Smut ⤑ Author: @sugalaritae ⤑ Summary: You are a cat person. You don’t get dogs or the appeal of them. High energy, slobbery, poo f***ing everywhere. You prefer the quiet of cats. The small bursts of energy that last an hour tops. They are clean(er) than dogs with a place where they know that they go to the bathroom. It’s preferable. So, you're not entirely sure how you got roped into looking after your best friend's dog for two months but when you meet Jungkook and his animal best friend - Bam - you think maybe you can pretend to be a dog person. What's the worst that could happen?

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jshookthighs · 2 years

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Dating Corey Cunningham HC's

Pre Michael:

Calls you by your name for the first couple of months because he’s too shy to call you a pet name - he doesn’t wanna be disrespectful. Like boy bffr, you can call me whatever you want

Likes to link pinkies when walking - literally touch starved so please hold this boy (But not too fast cause he may have a heart attack)

God forbid you get hurt, man will burst into tears for you but after that, he’s your personal nurse bandaging you up and giving your injury a kiss to make it feel better

Loves loves LOVES forehead and cheek kisses, total sucker for sweet gentle affection

Can and will cook you breakfast and make your lunches. Complete male wife - fusses so much over whether or not you ate that he forgets to take care of himself. “Y/N did you eat today?” “Did you?” “....We’re talking about you right now.”

After a bad day, he comes in and just face-plants into your chest - baby just needs some TLC

Follows you like a puppy dog everywhere, just completely enamored with every little thing you do

CAN NOT hold his alcohol, he is so cute drunk - if you thought he was clingy before, it’s 100x worse better once there’s some drink in him

Speaking of alcohol, it really is liquid courage cause mans starts getting bold - from wallflower to grinding up behind you grabbin up on your hips, but in the morning he’s on the brink of tears apologizing if he made you uncomfortable

Secretly jealous of anyone, but way too shy to say anything, hands clenched so tight his knuckles turn white - What if you were gonna leave him? He’s about to have a panic attack for real

Thrives off domesticity - just doing chores together makes him pop a chub - really wants to marry tf out of you

Post Michael:

Not only is this man now brave enough to hold your hand in public, but he’s also wrapping an arm around your shoulder, around your waist, and if sitting, that hand is clasped tight around your thigh - you are his and everyone in that godforsaken town was gonna know it

PDA PDA PD- ok yeah he’s kissing you in public - now you’re the one who’s shy when he’s grabbin you by the back of the head to pull you into a smooch in the grocery store (and all because some worker in the bakery section looked at you)

Did someone say new nicknames? Cause new nicknames. “Hello, love.” “Baby, can you come here for a sec?” “They bothering you, sweetheart? Want me to take care of them?” “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll keep you safe.” “Mine.” Lord help me

Ever since he met Michael in the sewers, Corey’s ready at any moment to take out any inconvenience from your life *cough* *cough* especially people - he will kill anyone for you, just say the word, please say the word

He may be different but he’s still that sweet boy underneath the murderous rage. Constantly asks if you still like him and if you’ll stay with him no matter what

Clingy? Nah he’s glued to your hip now, there is no such thing as personal space - set boundaries or this man or he will try to follow you to the bathroom (That’s an exaggeration - he’d just stand outside the door lol)

Takes you on joy rides on his motorcycle and will go faster just so you will hold onto him tighter

Still crys if you’re hurt but immediately wants to kill the thing that caused your injury - and if it was a person that hurt you, he will find them and it will be a very dragged-out torture. NO ONE hurts his baby

Jealous? Jealous. Shoots daggers at anyone who takes more than 5 minutes of your time, but the second you turn back to him, he softens right back up to your puppy dog - but will now actually complain. “I didn’t like how he was looking at you.” “Corey, he was literally just asking me if I wanted cash or credit.” “So?”

Dishes out sass now “Corey, honey, I don’t want blood in my sheets, go wash up.” “Why don’t you make me?”

*Maniacal laughter* I'm gonna make a NSFW HC and none of you can stop me!!!

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends #halloween movie #corey cunningham headcanons #slasher headcanons #slahser x reader

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sleepyspnap · 2 years

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i like it when you sleep- Eddie Munson X Reader 18+

tags- Perv!Eddie, (afab reader, gender & race neutral,) Consentual somnophilia, breeding kink, daddy issues, angst for a sec, Daddy kink, mention of slapping, plugs, light bdsm, degradation, praise, fluffy smut & rough smut, best friends to lovers, medium burn. Pet names: baby, bunny, pretty, angel

Description: You slowly fell in love with your best friend. For all his quirks and disgusting behavior. You find comfort in his idiocy and his looming presence. One night, his desperation takes hold and you find yourself exploring something new with him.

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7.6k Words 18+ BELOW THE CUT MINORS DNI

You and Eddie had been friends since you started Hawkins highschool last Autumn. You loved how much of a statement he made in the bleak town both of you quickly agreed upon leaving in the dust when summer rolled around and you both walked across the stage.

You fit right in with his group of boys that dangled with admonished eyes at every display, every word, every story. They saw him as a god amongst hormone riddled boys.

You however, saw very differently. Not afraid to call him an idiot, not afraid to scold him into studying, which led to study sessions in his trailer. It was those dumb study sessions where you fell irreparably in love with Eddie Munson.

He was not the brave warrior of his little character. He was still loud as when he threw on a show, yes, but everything he said was with passion and enthusiasm. He held a joy about him you grew addicted to.

He was soft at times. He’d read you excerpts from the novels he borrowed from the book store you worked at. He would sit and chatter in the smoke filled room as you passed a blunt between you two, giggling yourselves to sleep.

It was so disgustingly obvious how in love with him you were. You essentially followed him like a puppy the you had to catch him in the hallways. You always asked him everything in a bright way that only someone utterly obsessed with everything about someone would say.

It caught on however. You’d find the same gooey look in his eyes when he’d watch you flip through pages of a textbook.

You’re not sure when it was that it crossed the border to more than friends. It wasn’t like falling in love for the both of you. It was drifting right into it, letting it take over as you slowly dropped every wall around hiding your feelings.

It started with a kiss to the cheek on occasion. It developed slow, into small pecks on the face in the quiet space between you when you’d stay over.

The first time you kissed was like you’d done it a million times, and you could do it a million more.

The slip of his lips was easy, you both slid together in sync, a perfect balance.

You never addressed it really. The both of you just embraced what felt right, not caring for the formalities of what proper courting was.

He’d kiss you soft as you left, you’d smile into it, taking in the slight taste of cigarettes on his lips.

“See ya” He’d whisper, before recapturing you. You shake your head with that love sick grin that he teased you for.

And together you both graduated later that year. You’d wrapped your arms so tightly around him in pride. He laughed burying his face in your hair.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” You muttered. Pulling away as others approached you.

“I knew you had it in you!” Eddie's uncle clapped him on the back. He smiled his big dopey grin at you, his and Eddies both shared similarities.

While you saw him on brief occasions, all of which were pleasant, the way eddie talked about him was full of joyful moments.

He really cared about Eddie, and Eddie cared for you, so he offered with open arms a hug.

You accepted it with almost watery eyes.

You spotted your dad approaching, stiffening up a bit and pulling away from Wayne.

“Dad!” You said as he approached, he grumbled curses as he wiped sweat from his brow.

“You got the paper?” He asked curtly, you felt your body tense as he was in an irritable mood already.

“Uh yeah, its in this.” You handed him the book-ish folder that your diploma was in.

“Ok, let's get going then it’s hot.”

You knew he didn't want to come originally. Knew his tantrums were bound to flair up in the inconvenience of it all. He was spoiling your excitement like water to a match tip.

“Actually, uhm, I was gonna go celebrate with Eddie and Wayne.” You said, motioning to where Eddie seemed to grit his teeth at your fathers attitude.

“Alright, call me later if your coming home.”

You knew you weren’t. You knew exactly how this night would go.

You’d had celebrations before. Anniversaries, Birthdays, Eddie absolutely acing his finals.

All of these occasions ending the same way. Your face in the downy pillows of Eddies bed, choking on whines as Eddie fucked deep into you.

You learned quickly as things in you relationship escalated, one of which, was: Eddie was a fucking perv.

He’d grab at your ass and grumble filthy words into your ear when he’d see you in the hallway.

He would almost drool every time you changed clothes in front of him. Eyes locked on your body as you tried to shy away.

He referred to your chest as “My ladies” often. You’d greet him at his van after work sometimes and he’d ask.

“How was it? How's my girls?”

Before his hands would cup your flesh right on the dark sidewalk outside of the brick book store.

He loved the v-neck cut of the plain black shirt you wore to work.

You always grumbled away from his advances in public. Bickering about how he needed to learn so decency.

It was in private where you’d let yourself melt at how keyed up you made him. He would grab and nip at you while you made out. You’d catch him looking down your baggy t-shirts. He’d angle himself to look up your skirt when you’d lay on his bed on the rare occasion you wore them. It felt good to be pretty sometimes.

He was downright gross . Prying eyes and dog-like behavior. But you loved it. It was endearing even.

You liked the way he’d blushed when you found a pair of your dirty panties stuffed in between his wall and the bed. How he would keep polaroids in his wallet for ‘when i jerk off in my car after i leave your place’.

He’d woken you up to wet, sucking kisses on your neck as you felt his hips grind against yours. You would whimper to let him know you were awake.

He could get hard from you changing in front of him. Infact, you’d seen it happen.

It was before the two of you had started having casual sex. You’d only gone as far as heavy petting while making out on the squeaky mattress in his trailer.

It was warm out, and the heat was seemingly stagnant in the trailer. Beads of sweat dribbled down your back making you shiver.

He’d noticed your discomfort, not long after he’d shed his t-shirt for a thinner fabric, cropped just below his belly button. You tried to be polite about it, not letting your gaze linger on the hair that traveled under the waist of his pants.

He’d casted you a teasing look with his big round eyes and it made your heat flushed cheek hotter.

“You distracted?” He asked from where he sat on the edge of the bed now. Gazing up and ushering you closer.

His hands were always grabby. He’d brush them over the curves of your waist. If you wore lower cut tops he wasn’t hesitant to grope and squeeze at them until you were melting under him.

You scoffed tearing away from how his eyes were tracing every curve of your damp skin.

“I have a few tank tops you can change into, might be cooler than your pretty little blouse.” He said, running his fingers over the buttons lining the front of your shirt.

“Yeah- sure.” You’d sputtered, nervous at the option to wear something of his. To look like his. It felt like he was staking a claim whenever he would offer his worn t-shirts, riddled with burn holes and smelling of his cigarettes and the sweet detergent Wayne washed it with.

You weren’t nervous for him to see your body. He’d said so many sugar sweet words before on the occasion he’d see your eyes linger too long on where the pudge of your stomach lay.

He’d just never seen it bare. Something you kept away from him with your own selfishness he’d say it was later on.

You made a hasty move removing your blouse, you revealed the cami you wore under.

Your back was turned to him, glancing over your shoulder he was awkwardly avoiding your body as he flicked his gaze between your eyes and the items scattered around

You could laugh at his nervousness, it was so cute how there was tinges of expectancy in his eyes.

You teased while removing your cami, stretching your arms over your head in a show as you fluidly let it drop beside you. You were now only in a pair of high waisted shorts.

The relief from the heat was almost immediate. You sighed, turning around to look back at eddie.

“God, i didn’t realize how god awful sweating in those blouses is” You laughed out, turning to see Eddie again.

He was flushed cheeked and he was now unabashed about letting his eyes roam your body. You smirked, cocking a hip at him. He blinked a few times.

“Did you say something?” He said dumbly. You scoffed just to tease, watching as he grinned and raised to his feet.

“oh come on pretty” He cooed, you felt your knees weaken as he approached. You were nervous under how dark his gaze looked.

“Don’t be mad at me bunny.” He said lightly. You huffed at him as your cheeks heated.

“Finish changing.” He said, it was demanding, you felt a jolt as you moved with a quickness.

Your nipples pebbles even in the heat. You couldn’t help letting your gaze flicker to Eddies who looked right back, his lip caught between teeth as you stood bare chested.

You pulled the black fabric of his shirt over your head. He moved away slightly, you saw what could be classified as disappointment flicker over his face.

If it wasn’t for your eyes wondering on their own you would have missed the bulge that pressed against the seam of his pants.

Your eyes widened, cheeks going all the more hot as he smirked at you from where he’d now stretched out on his mattress.

His tendencies worsened once the metaphorical rope of tension snapped and he was regularly pounding you into his mattress.

He’d pull you under the bleachers while you were supposed to be running the mile in your gym class. All because his eyes couldn’t leave how good you looked in your running shorts.

“My pretty baby, all mine.” He growled as he sunk two fingers into you.

“E-Eddie.” You whimpered as your eyes scanned to where chatters of your classmates were heard.

“Shhh, quiet now bunny. Don’t want us caught.” He pressed a kiss to your sweaty neck.

His fingers worked magic on you. Which is one of the only reasons you two were able to do these risky things. He knew how to play your body like the strings of his beloved guitar, with just as much skill and practice that it was a quick few moments of hiding pants into his shoulder before you were clenching around his fingers in release.

“You okay baby?” He’d always ask as you gasped through the after shocks, his fingers now gently moving in you to wring out any pleasure left.

“Mhm, so good.” You muttered back, slightly dazed and your clavicle began aching from where he’d sucked the skin between

gnawing teeth.

There were instances where he’d put his desperation to the side, where he’d kiss you slow and sweet, not initiating anymore than what he was giving.

Lucky for him though this made heat pool between your legs. You loved the feeling of him against you, just basking in the feeling of your mouth.

Your hips would buck against his and he would let out a low chuckle before pressing a kiss to your cheek and pulling away.

“Not right now my eager bunny.” He’d utter, just to see you shiver and your eyebrows pinch together with dissatisfaction.

“Eds- c’mon.” You begged tugging on his ratty old t-shirt, slightly damp with the heat that permeated the trailer even as fall was in full swing the heat never seemed to leave the confines of his room.

“baby, just let me love on you.” He groaned, sweet as ever.

You whined, but eagerly accepted his gentle kisses against your sternum. His big doe eyes crinkled with a smile.

This was newer than sex was. Moments where he was truly and utterly wrapped around your finger. Love spilling from ever brush of skin and every press of lips.

It was truly something profound to be loved by Eddie munson and there was nothing in the world you could give to replace the feeling.

He’d weaseled his way right into your very core, implanting himself with curls, and softness and words.

And under your body's desperate plea for release, you wallow in the loneliness of your room at night thinking about those moments. How tender, how gut wrenching, how it was now more than sex to the both of you.

Even with his antics he was probably the only person you’ve ever loved so fully. Every inch of you loved him.

You tried to consolidate the feelings of just wanting to climb inside his chest and lay there for ever. You pressed as close as possible as he strokes your hair. He was smiling softly against your lips. Pulling back every so often to whisper something stupid, or something that made your chest clench.

Of course the love sick sweetness also held that part that was human. You bickered with him often, as you always have, it came natural.

He’d always teases you at any given moment he could. And it was only amplified in front of his friends.

It wasn't uncommon for the group you knew of as his club to join together in Eddie's living room. Even after graduation they needed him.

It would be heart melting to watch his excitement but that gooey feeling was shoved away with how hot he was when he was into a game.

You sat on the couch behind him, him and the others sat in a circle in the floor, a large board set in the middle. You snickered before about the figurines that lay there, earning sharp arguments from Eddie.

It was an hour or so into the campaign when you felt slugish, your eyed glossy with tiredness.

Eddie was deep in thought as he sat cross legged while the others talked among themselves about what to do next.

Your chest fluttered with the need to feel closer, to feel his hands and hear him in your ear.

You pulled yourself off the couch and slid to the spot where he sat, he perked up at your presence smiling softly as he brushed your hair out of your face.

“Hello angel.” He cooed, soft enough that the boys couldn’t hear but just loud enough to be heard over their rambunctious shouts.

“M’ sleepy” You sighed, nuzzling a little into the palms of his hands.

“Do you wanna stay over ?” He asked, you knew just to be polite, you always stayed over when they had late campaigns.

You nodded, leaning forward to take his hand into yours just to play with the thick calloused fingers.

He chuckled lightly, his hands pulling away to grip your wrist and tug you in.

“Cmon, put your head in my lap and rest sweet pea. We should be done soon.” He gently ushered you to lean in, your head rested against the denim and it wasnt the most comfortable feeling but his fingers found solace in your hair and you felt your eyes droop.

Waking up was like the storm following a day of overcast.

You blinked your eyes open to the dark of Eddie's bedroom. Not sure when it was you two had made your way in there, probably due to the exhaustion that still seeped into your heavy lids.

You’d probably have slept nonstop until 11 tomorrow but sometimes woke you with a hazy start.

Not something though, it was someone.

With a groggy mind you felt Eddie.

His breath was hot against your neck, panting fast and hard. It was then you realized he was shifting with vigor against your backside. Hips erratically thrusted against yours as his big palms groped at your exposed chest..

You whined a little when he squeezed, his thumb ghosting your pebbled nipple, exposed to the air due to your shirt being hiked up under your chin.

“E-Eddie?” You whispered out and he stilled. He was panting even in his stiffness, hot and desperate in the silence still of his room.

“Sorry…” He uttered, voice graveled with either sleep or desperation you weren't quite sure which.

“Don’t be.” You smiled softly at his coyness.

You took a moment to contemplate falling back asleep and letting him figure it out but there was excitement trilling up inside you.

So with a bite of your lower lip your hips rolled back into his. He stifled a deep throaty noise into your hair, a hand coming to grip at your waist.

He was hot against you, skin burning and slightly tacky with sweat.

“C’mon Eds, don’t stop because of me.” You chided making his chuckle a little breathless.

“You just look so pretty. Can’t control myself having you- fuck-“ He was cut off again as you slid against him, his hard cock running perfectly across the crease of your ass.

“You’re gonna be the death of me baby-“ He sighed, now unabashedly rolling into you. His breathe picked up again, his hands squeezed and flexed against any exposed skin he could grab.

He didn’t wear his rings to bed and you sort of missed how the metal felt against you. Having felt them so many times in a casual setting it was a gentle reminder that it was him who was able to touch you.

You gasped when he sped up slightly faster.

“Such a dirty boy Eds.” You said, leaning back into his lip’s that began to trail over your neck.

“Can’t believe you’d grind on me while i’m asleep because you’re so impatient.” You continued and he whimpered at your words making a swell if fulfillment wash over you.

“You know i can’t control myself around you bunny.” He defended, breathy and high in his throat.

You felt his hips begin to stutter slightly in his thrusts, growing sloppy as you hummed out pleased noises just to spur him on.

“C-close baby-“ He sputtered. You whined at the thought of him cumming in his boxers from just rubbing himself against your tired body. You wondered how long he had been going before you woke up.

“Cum for me. Want it Eddie. Want you to feel good.” You rambled, reaching back lazily to tug at his hair, just the way he liked. It always rewarded you with a sweet open mouthed noise and this time was no different.

“Fuck- fuck- thats it. You’re so pretty, god i’m- i’m cumming.”

You loved how he sounded when he released, how his body would shiver with the waves of pleasure and how his cock would pulse and throb as he pumped out his sticky release.

Once his breathing slowed and you felt tendrils of sleep creep in again he spoke softly.

“Was that okay?” He asked, a mouse quiet whisper into your ear.

“Of course.” You replied, slurred against the pillow now.

“It wasn't- you dont feel weird about me- ya know- while you’re uh, asleep?” He continued.

You laughed lightly through your nose before making a ‘nuh uh’

“Was it hot at least?” He was more teasing now, doing that classic Eddie thing where he hid an embarrassing question behind a veil if humor.

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

“Obviously.” He seemed a little more shocked than you'd expected. You only assumed he knew about the mess he was creating between your thighs.

“Obviously?” He repeated.

“Yeah, obviously. I’m like, fuck eddie, just-“ You groaned as you wanted to sleep but his persistence in holding pillow talk was nothing if not convincing.

You grabbed at his hand that was wrapped around you, guiding it under the thin fabric of your sleep shorts where you were bare.

If not for your drowsiness you’d grind against the fingers as they explored your slit.

“Oh- You got all hot and bothered from being used?”

It shook you to your core slightly.

Being used.

You trusted Eddie more than anyone. You trusted that he’d always do right by you but the concept of him giving into instincts. Taking what he wanted from your body was thrilling.

“You like that bunny?” He lowered his voice.

You were too embarrassed to reply, his fingers still lazily collected your arousal and there was no shot he didn't feel you twitch at the prospect.

“You want me to use you? Do what i want when i please?“

You nodded and he smiled against your skin.

“How about waking you up with my cock huh? You seemed to like me grinding on you.”

You whimpered softly, the only noise your tired body could produce at the gruff sound of his voice whispering his fantasies.

It was weeks before you were reminded of this conversation. The two of you had been quite busy, leaving little time for fooling around and you were a liar if you said it wasn't taking a toll on you.

But Eddie became a bit unhinged.

He was more clingy than ever, on the days you would come in at night, shoulders slouched with exhaustion, trying not to startle him. He’d smile so wide and tired as he tugged you into him, letting the heat of your skin melt into his.

He let his hands wonder your body as you dressed again the next morning, running late already from the impromptu make out session he had started.

Then a friday rolled around and it was perfect. You were working a short shift, and Eddie had the day off. You’d rented a movie from the Family Video for the two of you.

“Date night?” Steve asked while you shoved the vhs across the counter.

“Something like that.” You huffed.

“Whoah, what's got you huffy princess?” He chided, a smug look leaking onto his face.

You narrowed your eyes in annoyance before scanning the store of any customers before leaning in.

“Steve, i haven’t been properly fucked in like two weeks man. If i don’t get absolutely destroyed by my disgustingly skilled boyfriend tonight im coming to your house and smothering you.”

His eyes widened it fear, the bite of your voice was genuine, a sort of tone you rarely took.

“Geez, didn’t know Munson had it in him to hold out that long.” He muttered by in slight bemusement at your struggles.

“Oh he doesn’t. I’ve been late to work like 5 times in the past two weeks because he can’t keep his hands to himself .”

Steve laughed and slid you your change for the rental before you turned to leave.

“Wait!” He called and you wiped around to face him.

He dug in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a crumpled 20$ bill handing it towards you.

You furrowed your brow, slowly accepting his offer.

“Buy some nice dinner for you both. You’re looking anemic.”

You scoffed but his gesture was well appreciated. Knowing Steve came from money it wasnt rare for him to slide you some cash for no reason. A simple show of friendship and appreciation.

“Thanks, i’ll uh, let you know how it goes.” You said as you turned once again to push through the heavy doors of the store hearing him shout behind you.

“Please don’t actually!”

You did end up buying food as you made your way to the familiar trailer. Three styrofoam containers of chinese food from the place Eddie loved but rarely got due to the pricey cost.

When you arrived the sky was filling out with yellows and oranges as the sun sank bellow the horizon.

He greeted you with droopy eyes and a small smile. Pressing a kiss to your lips fleeting and fast before letting you in.

The place was actually cleaner than normal, the couch smelled of a fabric cleaner now rather than weed and spilled beer.

“You cleaned up.” You said appreciatively.

He looked bashful at the appraisal of his preparations.

“Yeah, been real anxious i guess and it helped me get my mind clear.” He said as he scratched at the back of his neck.

You raised a hand to pet his cheek.

“You look tired sweetheart.” You muttered and he slumped a little.

“Yeah, the uh, the van gave out this morning and i spent hours trying to fix it.”

You wished you were there to see it. His hands muddled in grease and grime, sweat dripping off him as his curls fell in his face.

You set your overnight bag in his room, quick to rid yourself of your work clothes in favor of a t-shirt that laud half folded in his dresser.

The trailer was cooler than it’s been for weeks in your experience. A autumn chill finally sweeping up the blaring endless indiana summer.

But as you thought on it the jeans you were weren’t comfortable, and you were so tired from work. You opted with hesitation to strip your jeans for a pair of Eddie's boxers.

They were pretty weird fitting, as he was a very different size from you, but the knowledge of staying the night dressed in his clothes made fondness swell.

“I have the movie ready my sweetness.” He said as he strolled into the room, smelling of his shower gel.

You pulled him in, kissing him softly again just to have a moment. Dressed in his clothes, in his bedroom, an air of ease lacquered thick.

“How was work?” He muttered and you let out a soft groan in response earning a sweet kiss to the bow of your lip.

“That bad?” He asked, rubbing over right where your back always aches after shifts.

“It was fine. Long. Just wanted to see you.” It was muffled towards the end as you buried your face in his shoulder, letting your burning tired eyes fall shut in a moment of relief.

“Lets get some food for you and we can nap?”

You nodded against him before pulling away. Following as you always did to where the open play screen of a movie played on the television.

You ate and talked and laughed. Even with the tired eyes the both of you had there was no such joy as these moments together.

He had hiked your shirt up a little while after you finished eating and with a full belly you laid your head on his lap.

Your muscles jellied as his fingers brushed featherlight over the sensitive skin of your stomach.

Around your belly button, tracing the curves of your hips that disappeared below the waistband.

“You fallin asleep on me?” He spoke, startling you.

“oh, yeah sorry.” You muttered trying to shake the exhaustion that seeped in your very bones.

“It’s okay baby, you can sleep. I can carry you to bed if it gets too late.” He carded a hand through your hair, you muttered a pained noise as his rings caught.

He chuckled a little. Soft as a morning dew muttering “Sorry sweet thing.” as he took them off his hand returning. Before you knew it his hands were magic and you drifted off.

Waking up was very different from falling asleep.

It wasn't the soft, gentle words and light touches anymore.

Eddie was grinding against your throbbing heat, drops of precum making the fabric sticky with his arousal.

You gasped, whimpering loud as the tip made itself a home pressed hot against your clit.

“Good morning bunny.” He said lowly behind you, voice wavering through pants and groans.

“Fuck- please-“ You whined trying to gather your thoughts.

His hands were gripping rough at your hips, lightly running blunt nails against your sensitive skin just to see you shudder.

“Mmm, you’re such a pretty baby.” He groaned, kissing at your shoulder.

“mm, Eddie- whats- oh fuck-“ He ground harder as you desperately tried to ask a question.

“What bunny? Can’t speak?”

You groaned in reply, still fuzzy minded from sleep and disoriented from the sudden waves of pleasure.

“nuh uh-“ You choked over the response, realizing there's no chance you could speak.

“You wanna know what got me all worked up?”

A short while after you had fallen asleep Eddie found himself tired. His back ached from sitting upright for so long.

The sky was now a pitch black outside and the room was lit by the TV and an amber light dangling from over the kitchen sink.

He moved carefully, not wanting to disturb your well deserved slumber.

He took a moment then to appreciate how beautiful you looked so at ease. Face smoothed out rather than the tired scrunch of stress he’d seen earlier.

He wished you’d marry him. So that you could both get a place of your own, he could sleep next to you every night and wake up to you cooking breakfast. He wanted to let you live a cushy life at home with your books and your movies while he made all the money from gigs with the band.

He wanted to come home from a show and have you on your knees by the front door, wide eyes desperate for him.

Let him take you over the countertops, bend you over the arm of some decorative armchair.

To make matters worse as he lifted you to the bedroom and eased you to the mattress your shirt was now up to the bottoms of your chest from the movement.

Eddie gulped slightly as he felt a familiar boiling between his thighs.

He admired how smooth your skin was, normally covered, now free to his gaze. He felt appreciative that you were comfortable enough to be so carefree of modesty.

He glanced nervously as he reached out running a hand over the expanse of your tummy. He was pleasantly surprised the touch barely made you stir.

He went with gentleness, eyes fluttered between where his hands mapped you, or where your eyes lay shut, lashes beautifully soft against cheeks.

It was moments that he was sure would be seared into his mind forever.

His cock stood hard between his legs now, throbbing to feel you around him.

He remembered the conversation you’d had before. The explicit desire in your eyes and your murmurs of consent that your body was his when he wanted. Tendrils of excitement wrapped around him.

He was startled slightly when you hummed lightly in your sleep and turned on your side, hiking up the leg on top as you snuggled further into his sheets.

He could see you far better now, everything, seductive in their placements. He thought about rubbing between your chest, wetting your skin with his precum as your sweet tongue stuck out to catch his tip with each thrust, pushing them further in attempts to make it feel better.

He let out a frustrated sigh before falling to the empty space behind you.

There were many moments of hesitation between him laying there gazing at you before wrapping his arm around you and tugging you back into him.

He whimpered when he felt your ass against his erection. Warm and inviting. He loved everything about you but it was anything but a secret his adoration for your ass.

In a fit of need he slipped his weeping cock from his boxers, slowly tracing it between your cheeks.

It wasn’t much, not nearly enough, but goosebumps lit up his skin with ferocity. He spread a bead of precum over the tip, letting it make contact with the fabric covering you and watching as a trail of the sticky fluid hung between his reddened tip and the boxers you wore.

“Oh fuck,” He choked out as quiet as he could muster as he carefully let his cock slide over your clothes pussy. He could feel the curves of your lips, the heat that radiated off your core.

It was dizzying as he turned to slow thrusts against you. He could feel himself catch on the button laying directly bellow your mons. Daringly grinding against it with a little more pressure than before.

He was rewarded with a whimper, his body stilling for a moment but your breathing only hitched as you continued your slumber.

He wanted to laugh at the disgusting implications of it all. You, unaware of him. Him, taking whatever he pleased from you with a gentless not to spoil his fun too soon.

There was that looming guilt that he should have asked before you fell asleep if this was still an option. He couldn’t deny that it hung heavy on his mind from the second you laid to rest in his lap.

But he couldn’t linger because he felt a dampness of your arousal begin to seep through the boxers.

He bit his lip at a smile threatening his face. His shallow thrusts continued as he moved even closer, letting his hands brush in a soft circle over your clothes clit.

The reaction was instant. You shifted lightly, mouth falling open in a pleasured sigh. He took this as a sign to persist.

He imagined what you’d look like cumming in your sleep. Waking up to hot waves rolling over you.

He continued his movements with little hesitancy now, gripping at your skin as your wetness caused the boxer shorts to cling to you.

He wondered how long before you woke up. Caught him, could he last long enough to wake you, take you while your mind was still fizzy with sleep.

The answer came soon enough as a whimper rose from you and your pretty eyes fluttered open. He grinned against your skin.

“You’re a tease even in your sleep.” He said as he finished recounting how you got him throbbing, how he felt high on his own supply by grinding against you.

“M’sorry-“ You slurred and he chuckled.

“It’s okay my little whore. You can’t help it can you? Can’t help what you do to Daddy huh sweetness?”

You whined for the upteenth time as the name fell in sultry waves from his lips.

It was a rare name for him to use. He prefered sir or master most of the time. But it was times like this where the title fit like a glove, he was going to be sweet and coddle you through this one. It sparked excitement the same way that it did when you would see his eyes flare with anger before he would take you roughly, spit into your open mouth, slap your skin until it turned a ruby red and then kiss it better.

He was perfect at both and you couldn’t dare change him.

“Your pussy is leaking all over me through my shorts darling.” He whispered, slowing his grinds to trace the wet fabric, rubbing slowly against your slit again.

“Mmm, all for you.” You replied, holding the urge to grind into him. His fingers trailed down the hem of the boxers running over your smooth inner thighs before letting his fingers trail up the leg and slip deliciously under it. He could feel the scorching heat of your arousal better as his fingers hovered over your cunt.

He wasted little time sinking two fingers into your tripping hole.

You squealed at the intrusion of his thick fingers after weeks of getting yourself off on the occasion you weren’t completely exhausted.

“Can’t believe you get this wet from me using you.” He chided, thrusting his fingers shallowly making your breath stutter as he purposely missed the spongy spot he knew just how to locate.

“N-need more.” You pleaded, his fingers began squelching in a crass way as he sped them up.

“Ya know, you’re really not in a place for demanding baby. But i need your little cunt as loose as possible before i fuck you.”

He always made you cum at least once before he would dare put his thick cock in you.

He was big, that wasn’t debatable. What was debatable was how much you wanted it to burn, wanted to feel the stretch of him after not having him for so long.

“Mm, no, I want your cock now!” You pleaded and he shushed you. You fully expected a scalding but maybe it was the looming tired feeling that clung to you both.

“Please daddy? Stretch me on it?”

He groaned before pulling his fingers out swiftly. You made noises of protest, hips seeking him again before they came in contact with your swollen clit.

“Fuck! Ah-“ You screamed as his speed was quick, the lubrication of your own slick making him move at a dizzying speed.

Your orgasm was approaching with an alarming speed, burning and hot as you felt your legs begin to tremble.

“Are you close bunny?” Eddie asked, he slowed a bit, focusing on speaking lowly in your ear, drawing out the teetering feeling.

“uh, yes, fuck, i’m so close for you.” You whined slurred and desperate.

“I’m the only one whos gotten you. to come this fast arent i? Nobody has ever made my pretty bunny feel this good before huh?”

It was a ploy, but with the static in your head you were eager to give him the satisfaction of hearing you praise his skillz

“No! No one Daddy! Just you. Only you make me feel so good.” Your arm curled back to grip at his thick tattooed bicep. Nails digging crescent shapes as you got closer and closer with each rough circle he drew into your clit.

“That’s it, come on bunny. Come for daddy. Gonna be so wet for my cock.”

A strangled whine ripped from your throat as you reached your peak. Legs trembled against the sheets as you were edging into overstimulation as his fingers worked you diligently through it.

“You okay?” He murmured, peppering kisses along your shoulders.

“Mm, yeah- sleepy daddy,” You yawned, body now lax from the force of an orgasm so soon after waking up.

“The faster i cum the quicker you can go to sleep baby.” He said lowly.

His cock was dripping, a mix of his precum and the slick that coated you.

“You can, fuck, you can fuck me now.” You muttered feeling him smile against you before taking nibbling bites at the tacky skin on your back. He played with you for a moment,just to watch you squirm, see your eye brows knit together as his cock brushed your swollen clit.

He slid in with no hesitation taking you by surprise.

You only let out high whines, knowing he loved hearing your noises.

“Fuck baby, you always sound so pretty when i slide in. So wet for me”

“For you, always for you. You make me so wet daddy-“ You muttered as you ground your hips back into him.

He growled at your moment of control, quick to stop your movements by flipping you to your stomach.

Your face buried into the pillow with a scream as he slid back in easily.

His pace was always brutal from this angle. Reaching deep and harsh as he hit from behind. His hands clutching the fat swells of your ass as his heavy balls slapped rhythmically against your thighs.

You felt him in your throat at this angle.

“Am i all in your guts baby? Do you feel how deep i am?” He grunted

You whimpered nodding harshly from where you muffled your cries.

“Mm, want you to come in me! Wanna feel you come against your womb! knock me up!”

You felt him throb inside of you as his pace quickened.

“Such a dirty bitch baby.” He hissed as he gripped your hair, shoving you further into the downy. The bed squealed as he slammed into you.

“Letting me fuck you before you even wake up baby. Wanna please me so bad. So desperate all the time that you’ll let me do whatever i want huh beautiful?”

You wanted to nod, but the grip on your hair had your scalp tingling with sharp pain.

He was burning hot inside you, even his hands felt like he was coated in flames. You felt the familiar tightenin in your gut.

“Are you getting close bunny?” He asked just as the feeling grew with a rapid pace.

“I can feel you clenching baby, i know your close.” He said leaning further into your ear, making easy work to shift to where each thrust slammed his head into that spot that made your body shake.

“Yeah! Oh im close daddy! Your cocks so good please!”

“Please? What are you begging for?”

He tugged on your hair making your neck arch. Just so he could hear your pleas more clearly.

“Please- Please can i come on your cock daddy!” You whined, the knots in your stomach were untethering in an uncontrollable speed.

“I’ll give you anything you want when you ask so pretty.” He replied, his hand snaking to come into contact with your clit again.

You could tell he was close too, his thrusts were sloppy, his grunts with less time in between. You clenched your hole in hopes to pull him along further so that you could both come at the same time.

“Fuck- Wanna come with me whore?”

You whined in confirmation further tightening yourself as you staved off the waves of an orgasm that crested your shores.

“Come on baby! Oh fuck im so close honey, you feel so tight. Sucking me in.” He rambled.

“Oh, fuck, cum baby, cum now, come on.” He urged, thrusting harder with the last bite of energy he had.

“OH FUCK DADDY! Fuck fuck fuck-“ You wailed as you felt all the tension snap, it was more intense than just his fingers.

“That’s it, thats my baby, good fucking baby-“ He praised as he grit his teeth.

His orgasm was intense, he pumped it all into you, deep and heavy and hot into your cunt. You siezed around him, the tell tale signs of you squirting around him were obvious.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit baby! So fucking good! Squirting for me, making a mess while i knock you up.”

Slowly both your bodies relaxed, he slipped out with a trail of cum leaking from your swollen hole.

“mm, gonna have to get a little plug for this pussy. Keep you plugged with my cum.” He cooed, running a finger to collect the slick liquid that oozed out of you.

“Mm, want you to pump me full and feel swollen up with it.” You hummed dazed and fucked out.

“We’ll see my love.” His hands retreated from your sensitive heat now glistening with the mix of both of your releases. You eyes had fluttered shut and you found shock in his wet fingers pressing at the seal of your lips.

“Clean my fingers off baby. Taste.” He whispered, pressing them past your lips. You whimpered around the intrusions before your eyes drooped and you felt yourself slipping to sleep, his fingers a comforting weight on your tongue. The remaining salty taste of both of you was like a gentle reminder of how much he loved you.

You fell asleep quickly, fucked to exhaustion after waking up to him. But you’d never been more content than wrapped in him and oozing his show of pleasure.

“Love you.” He’d slurred a little before you were dead to the world. Hot thralls of love seeped into you.

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another-whump-sideblog · 6 days

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Jane's Pets Chapter 101: Funeral

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Kitty knows that showering right now is probably a bad idea, but they feel gross covered in vomit and sweat. Whatever. None of the doors here lock from the inside; if anything happens Bunny and Puppy won't have any trouble getting to them. They grab a new outfit to change into and toss it onto the bathroom floor before undressing and stumbling into the shower. They don't turn the light on and find that just being in a darker room helps them feel a bit better.

They know they're not being fair to Bunny and Puppy. But at least they can think that, at least their head is clear instead of full of fog. They hate that right now the only way to think clearly is to not fix the problem making them lash out, but there's nothing else they can do. Being drugged again isn't an option, and it's better to be themself and be mean than to be nice but not themself.

They shower quickly, to avoid worrying Bunny and Puppy any more than they already have. The shower is way louder than normal, anyway, so they don't want to keep it on longer than necessary. Luckily, they don't have any seizures in the time it takes to get clean, so they quickly get dressed and head out to the living room, leaving their dirty clothes on the bathroom floor.

Bunny and Puppy are talking (well, Bunny's talking and Puppy's writing) in the living room. They brought the drawer up, which is nice. They did what Kitty suggested!

Kitty collapses onto the couch and says nothing, ignoring Bunny and Puppy's stares. They should apologize, but any answer to that apology would make them angry all over again, so they keep their mouth shut.

The plan might take a bit longer than anticipated; Kitty doubts their ability to get packed and knows there's no way they can hike to the nearest town until the withdrawal has run its course.

"...Kitty?" The worry in Bunny's voice makes them want to punch something. "Me and Puppy… we were thinking of burying Jane's body. Does that sound good?"

Kitty gives a thumbs up.

"Do you want to join?"

Kitty shakes their head.

"Um… can you stay in the backyard with us anyway, so we can keep an eye on you?"

Kitty groans. It's a fair ask, they know that, but they want to stay here! And Bunny is so– he just–

There's no rational root to this anger, but knowing that doesn't change anything. They grit their teeth and force themself out the back door. After a brief moment of hesitation, they lie in the grass. It's really uncomfortable, but so is everything else. At least it's still dark outside.

"...Thank you, Kitty."

They just have to get through this. The shaking and the nausea and the anger and everything. They try to just focus on their breathing. In and out, in and out. Just make it to the next breath without screaming, and the next one, and the next one.

Withdrawal can't last forever. They'll get through this.

Luckily for you and Puppy, a shallow grave has already been dug. Neither of you want to dig it deeper, so that's all Jane gets. Now that your hands are healed, you can help Puppy bury Jane.

Puppy is crying again. You don't know if she's upset about Jane or Kitty or something else, and you can't really converse while her hands are occupied with the shovel.

You look at the pressure sores on Puppy's face. Fuck! You forgot about those after you failed to heal them! Stupid, stupid Bunny, how do you keep missing things that are so obvious?

"Let's… I'll go get some bandages and stuff for your face. Do you have any other injuries we should take care of? I don't… I'm worried I wouldn't remember, I feel so scattered lately."

Puppy points to her neck. There are pressure sores there, too.

"Oh, right. Anything else?"

Puppy shakes her head.

"Kitty, is there anything you need?"

Kitty groans and shakes their head. You set down your shovel, quickly go inside, get the necessary supplies, and come back out.

Puppy stops burying Jane's body for a bit to let you clean and bandage her wounds.

"Okay, so… we're going to bury Jane, then… then you go talk to your criminal contact? And me and Kitty get packed if we, uh, can… and then when you get back you get packed, and we sell stuff… am I remembering it right so far?"

Puppy nods.

"After we do that… are we going to the hospital?"

Puppy looks at Kitty and shrugs. That makes sense. If Kitty refuses to go, you and Puppy probably won't go either, and at least for now it looks like Kitty won't go to a hospital.

"Okay. We'll just… see how we're doing after we've sold the stuff. Should we… Kitty was right that people will ask questions, we'll need some kind of story eventually–"

Puppy shakes her head and gestures at Jane's half-buried body.

"Right. One thing at a time." You pick your shovel back up and get to work.

Puppy starts humming a soft, sad song. The kind you might hear at a funeral. She's still crying, but at least she's not crying salt directly into her wounds? That's something.

You wish you could comfort her, but Jane dying is the best thing that's ever happened to you, and you can't put yourself in her shoes enough to even know what could be comforting. You also know that there's sometimes nothing anyone can say that will be comforting, that's how you felt about a lot of the people who tried to comfort you after your dad died.

"I wish I had something comforting to say." You finally settle on. "Let me know if there's anything I can do."

She sniffles and nods, then goes back to her humming.

Puppy hates that she can't hate Master. It's just part of the spell, it must be. Her misery is the price they had to pay, and it was worth it, so she'll just have to grieve Master. It's nothing to do with Puppy being messed up, it's just the spell.

But Bunny wouldn't have asked her to do it if she wasn't able to feel this way even a little bit beforehand.

It's not like Puppy ever thought Master actually cared about her beyond wanting to get the most entertainment out of her as possible. What is there to miss? What is there to grieve? Why does she feel so awful?

She can't figure it out, no matter how much she thinks about it. None of the affection Master gave was anywhere near as comforting as affection from Bunny or Kitty, so it can't be that she's missing that affection. She cared about Master, pitied her, but wouldn't that make her happy on Master's behalf that she finally got what she wanted?

It's a waste of time to think about this. It doesn't matter. No matter what the answer is, nothing changes. What she should be mulling over is whether she should die or not.

Bunny and Kitty need her. They need her, but she hurts them, she makes their lives worse, so what should she do?

It would hurt them horribly if she died. She knows that. At what point does that pain become less than the pain she causes by being alive?

Maybe once they're stable? Right now they really need Puppy, she has information and resources they don't. Once they don't need those things, she'll just be a burden, so even though her dying will hurt them it will end up hurting them less than if she'd continued living.

Satisfied with her plan, her mind starts wandering– hitting immediately on the loop of things she's going to get punished for that's been going in the back of her mind. Taking off the collar. Taking off the muzzle. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Speaking. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Writing. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Drinking water. Not throwing up the water. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Drinking water again. Not throwing up the water. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Not throwing up the water. Writing again. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Not throwing up the water. Taking off the collar–

Master is dead. She repeats that to herself, over and over again, but the loop continues, getting longer with each iteration. Every second she doesn't put the collar back on is another infraction, another thing Master will punish her for. Every second she doesn't put the muzzle–

She tries to focus on burying Master. Almost done now.

If she could speak, she might give a eulogy. Talk about how she loves Master and misses her and doesn't know why because Master was awful. How she's still so afraid of her, despite knowing she's dead. How she was just a scared kid and Puppy hates that there wasn't anything that could be done to help her besides killing her. How Puppy thinks she would be the same as Jane if she was stuck as a twelve-year-old for that long.

But she can't speak, and writing her eulogy would be a waste of time, so she doesn't say anything.

Soon enough, Master is completely covered in a thick layer of dirt. Puppy looks over to Bunny's garden. They're leaving anyway, so picking some flowers won't be a big deal, right?

She picks some flowers and makes a small bouquet, then lays it on Master's grave. The sun is starting to rise.

It's done. Time to move onto the next thing, until the others don't need her anymore.

"So… do you want to go now, or wait a bit…"

Puppy looks over to Kitty. They're trying to pull blades of grass out of the ground and struggling because of how badly they're shaking.

Puppy goes inside, gets her paper and pencil, and starts writing out instructions on how to get to the nearest town in case Kitty becomes unresponsive. She's worried that by then it will be too late, but what can they do when Kitty will refuse care for as long as they possibly can?

She's writing without permission again. She could stop at any second but she doesn't, she keeps going. More gets added to the loop at the back of her mind.

Bunny comes in a few minutes later, Kitty walking stiltedly and grumbling to themself behind him. They quickly collapse onto the couch and cover their face with their arms. Bunny heads into the kitchen.

Once she finishes the directions and a poorly drawn map, she adds I should be back by tonight at the very latest. Probably earlier, but there's not really a good way to tell time here besides sunrise and sunset. If the sun sets and I'm still not back

She can't think of anything to write. If she doesn't come back, Bunny and Kitty won't have many options.

use your best judgement. She finally settles on. Bunny and Kitty will probably know more about surviving with little to no money than her, anyway.

Bunny comes back into the living room with a water bottle and some granola bars. "Take these, please. Don't go… wherever you're going and back here without eating or drinking anything."

Puppy nods and takes the supplies, fully planning on dumping them somewhere in the woods. Bunny looks at what she's written.

"...Okay. Is your… criminal contact in this town you gave directions to?"

Puppy nods.

"Alright. If you're not back by sundown, we'll come look for you."

She frowns, but she can't really argue. She told him to use his best judgement, so it's up to him.

She gives Bunny a goodbye hug and writes a quick If I never see you again I want you to know I love you both. Then she sets off, out the door and into the woods.

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 8 months

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It’s been a few hours since you hunkered down with Bo in your new, super fucking comfy, bed. He doesn’t have energy to do much but you both worked together to get his head in your lap so you could pet him. You’ve learned a fair bit about Bo from the few hours you’ve spent together, he’s part dog and doesn’t find anything weird about that. He loves ear scritches, chin scritches and apparently tummy rubs but he’s afraid he’ll get sick if you do that right now. He loves you already and has told you that he would both kill and die for you multiple times now, which like, you could do without but hey, cult, what did you expect?

Nick left a while ago and ever since you’ve heard muffled talking from a room or two over. It started out fine, but over time more voices came in and now it sounds like they’re all bickering “Are you ok?” You look down at Bo who’s now giving you the most worried puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, god he’s cute. You tell him you’re fine, just a little curious about what’s going on in the other room “Mmm, curious people’s heart rates don’t go up like that” Oh, what? You guess he is a dog, still you’re a little sorry he can hear your heartbeat, with how many anxiety attacks you’ve had today alone you can only imagine how annoying it’ll be for him to stay with you

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it worse” Shit, ok, deep breathe in…and out. You tell him he did nothing wrong, you’re just naturally anxious “Oh, ok…maybe I could help with that? Some people in town have service dogs or cats, maybe I could be your anxiety dog” He doesn’t have much energy to put into his voice but you can tell from his tail he likes the idea. The thought warms your heart, he cares about you so much already and just wants to be helpful in any way possible. You make sure to tell him how good of a boy he is for wanting to help which gets his tail wagging even harder

You’re not left with much time to gush over your new puppy as you hear the bickering turn to shouting in the other room “...It’s ok you know, I’ve survived this long without you. Just…promise you’ll be back?” You promise and start to get up “Wait…before you go you have to pay the toll” You’re a little worried about what the toll could be before he points to his forehead, oh, cutie. You lean down and give his forehead a few quick kisses which seem to do the trick. You tell him one more time you’ll be right back before rushing towards the noise

It isn’t hard to track them all down, half a dozen guys or so yelling at each other is pretty hard to miss. It’s difficult to hear what any individual is saying but from what you can gather they’re talking about your harem? Seriously? Your dog is on deaths fucking door and they’re worried about that? You want to be mad but you can feel yourself start to shake. They’re all yelling so loud, you don’t want to yell back but it would be the only way to grab their attention, it’s so loud, it’s so much, too much, far too much, you need to get out, why can’t you move, why can’t you breathe, please just “Stop!”

The noise stops, you can breathe again. What just…that voice was yours wasn’t it? It came out of your mouth but it sounded…off? You look up expecting all of them to be looking at you but they’re still looking at each other. You look a little more closely but, no, no that can’t be right. They all look…frozen? Like someone hit pause on these real actual people. The world feels like it’s tilting before you realize that’s you, you’re falling, everything is falling and it’s all…going…black

You feel warm, the kind of warm you only feel from your favorite blanket on a cold winter morning, but you don’t feel anything on your skin. You open your eyes to find you’re in…space??? It doesn’t look like real space, more like that galaxy aesthetic that was popular a few years back. Wait, 2016 was seven years ago…man you feel old “Fitting, you are much older than you think” …Who the fuck was that? It sounded like you, but that voice was too loud, too clear to be your own “Oh, but is, in a sense”

You look around to see where the voice might be coming from but it’s just more space, it’d be really pretty if you weren’t on the verge of another freak out “Well that won’t do. Here, allow me” As you breathe in more of that warmth floods your mind and body, you’re surprised you don’t feel more tired. As you start to get your bearings the stars around you start to move, golden and silver flecks of light converge on a single point and morph into a giant…Labrador? Yeah, no, that’s a big ass dog made of starlight

What the fuck is your life today?

“Hello, it is nice to finally meet you face to face” …Right, and they are? “You, well, technically I’m your father, or mother. Gender means little when you are a god” …You must have really hit your head “Do not be silly, you are here because I could finally reach you after using your powers for the first time. Which, might I say, went very well for what you were trying to accomplish. Freezing time is no simple feat, though I’m afraid you do not have enough energy to do so for very long. Hence the passing out”

Freezing time…you actually froze time? “For a short while, yes” Is it still frozen? “No, but time is different here than out there. Wouldn’t want your harem getting even more up in arms” They’re not!-...You don’t know what you’re going to do about them. But more importantly, who are they? And where the fuck are you? “I have gone by many names but those in the town call me your grace” But, they’ve been calling you your grace “You are me taken new form, it is to be expected. As for where we are, we are within dream itself. It is my realm so long as I am barred from the mortal plane”

…You’re sorry, you can freeze time??? “Of course you can, your powers are limited only by your followers and your imagination. If you believe you can do something you can, simple as” You wouldn’t call any of this simple, but sure, whatever. What was that bit about them being your dad? “Your father never consummated with your mother, she went through a ritual that allowed me to put a piece of myself in her, thus allowing your birth” …Did she know about that? “Mm, not entirely, no” …Cool, so cool and awesome. You tell them they can fuck off for not letting you feel angry about this

“Excuse me? I don’t think that’s any way to talk to your parent” They’re not your parent, a parent raises and loves and nurtures you, you only have a mom as far as you’re concerned “Ah yes, the woman who stole you away from learning your powers at a young age and away from your main power source, I’m sure that did well for you” They will not talk about your mom like that “Oh I think I shall. Tell me, did this mother of yours ever brace you for this? Or she leave you naïve so you could freak the fuck out once you learned the truth?”

Your mom raised you alone in a world she was convinced was after her, she did her fuckin best “And her best was this?” They gesture towards you and even through their blanket of calm you can feel your blood start to boil “I think we’re done here, I’ll leave you be tonight but after that we’re going to be seeing each other every time you fall asleep. Goodbye, little one”

Your eyes snap open to see two brown ones staring back “You’re awake! Oh thank…well, you I guess” Ian’s necklace bumps your chin before he gets up from the…couch? They must have moved you here. You sit up slowly but your head feels fine, you’re a little tired but alright over all, the fuck was that weird dream about “Are you alright your grace? That was a pretty nasty fall” Barry’s voice almost sounds like he’s teasing you but his face is still that creepy slight smile

You tell them you’re fine, just tired from today. You give your thanks to whoever moved you to the couch, he doesn’t pipe up but you see Jack’s smile grow wider “So, about your harem-” You cut Jean off, the only person in your harem right now is Bo, moving on “Wha-the mutt? Your grace you can’t be serious-” Moving. On. You sigh before getting up and walking back to your bedroom, all of them stay stock still, clearly trying not to anger you any further as you return to your room

You can’t help but smile when you see Bo’s tail start to wag as he sees you “You’re back, are you ok? Why were you gone so long? None of them hurt you, did they?” You sit down and tell him yes, it’s complicated, and no before moving back so his head in your lap. You can feel that tomorrow will probably be even crazier than today, but tonight you are relaxing with your new dog and that’s all that matters. It’s not long before Bo’s nuzzling does you in for the night, all the events of today finally catching up with you as you let yourself slip into a deep sleep

#cult town au #sdj Jack #sdj Rory #sdj Jean #sdj Joseph #sdj Bo #sdj Nick #sdj Shaun #sdj Ian #sdj Barry

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idkelly · 9 months

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• Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me •

CHAPTER ONE

A green hue was spread across the room, along with a buzzing sound that never seemed to have an end,filling each and everyone’s ear till it became white noise. Clearly the others noticed too, but they were far too busy in their heads, either thinking about some personal issues or, most likely, thoughts regarding the pet they brought here.

The waiting room wasn’t that boring; on the contrary, it was kind of entertaining. Seeing all kinds of people with their pets waiting—well, only a people watcher would enjoy it, and (Yn) sure did.

Especially having small conversations with the woman sitting next to her made the wait seem a lot shorter than it actually was. She was a woman, well in her 40s, it seemed, with shoulder-length blond hair mixed with some white hair and gleaming blue eyes that only portrayed comfort to whoever looked into them. She also had a German accent that made everything she said even more welcoming. She was sitting with her small white-furred puppy in her lap.

"So tell me, what’s a young soul like you doing in New Mexico?"

(Yn) let out a small chuckle. "Beats me really; I just came here to take care of those who raised me. Oh, you know the saying, family is everything."

"I wish there were more people like you; most take them for granted." The woman wrapped her arm around the younger man’s shoulder. "Me and my husband want children; really, it was my idea, but the fear of being tossed after years made us agree on just having this little guy here." she said with a small smile as she brushed her fingers over the dog’s head.

Well, it really depends on how you raise them, though I’d say it’s also the child’s choice in the end, so I totally understand your point."

"True, there’s another reason: the fact that my husband's work always makes him spend days or weeks out of town; it’s really frustrating like he’s doing—

"Miss (Ln), please come on in." A voice spoke from the microphone above, making both women stop their conversation. (Yn) turned over and stood up after she gave the blond a side hug. "It was lovely meeting you... Come to think of it, I’ve never caught your name."

"Margarethe Szitzer, and you, young lady?"

"Iris Leoz” (Yn) answered with a smile as she shook her hand and said, "See you around, miss zeigler."

Well, your cat is in perfect condition, but I suggest you trim her fingernails once every two months and don’t give her cheat meals as often; she’s enjoying them for sure, but her health is far more important."

The vet was examining a cat, who sat on the table purring under the man’s touch, while the owner sat across the room looking over.

"But I love her being chunky; she’s much cuter while she wobbles around the house."

"I think it’s far more cute if she walks around instead of being a corpse with a hernia in her belly surrounded by puke on your floor." The man glared through his glasses while Yn huffed and jumped off her chair, making her way to the examination table.

"The job?"

"A protection job, bodyguard, 200 bucks."

"What else?"

"That's the best I got." He leaned over the cabinet behind him. " I know a loan shark. He always needs enforcement and recovery, pays well, and it’s steady work."

(Yn) hummed along as he continued, "Most of the time we were just talking intimidation, strictly verbal."

"Most of the time I’m not breaking legs. Okay, what else?"

"That’s all I've got at the moment; take it or leave it."

The nightbreeze hit Yn'’s skin, making it tingle, and as she walked out of the department, she pulled out her phone, dialing a number with a slight smile across her face. After a few rings, the phone was answered.

"It’s done; I’ve got it." After a few seconds, she hung up the phone, and to the surprise of the wan that was watching her as he walked to the vet’s front door, she snapped the phone in half like it was a leaf.

It was either the casino or home; she didn’t know which one she should choose, but since she had a job to do tomorrow, the rational choice was her bed and snacks.

The meeting place was a parking lot in a three-story building, not the most common meeting place, but it was still acceptable. She took the bus to not draw any suspicion whatsoever to her vehicle if something were to happen in the future. She did her hair in a style that she was most comfortable in; nothing would get in her way; and she wore a simple outfit.

Walking into the parking lot, she was met with an older man with his arms crossed over his chest, definitely white as they come, bald head, couldn’t tell if it was either by choice or not, and also had the urge to lend him her sunscreen.

They greeted each other with a head nod; no words were exchanged.

Soon later, a giant man came along, wearing a gray hoodie with some jeans and a bald head. Is this a new trend in New Mexico?

This is the place where we wait?"

"Think so." The older man answered.

And then along came the fourth one, a skinnier,even younger leather jacket with military cargo pants and spikey hair. The type of guy that would try to be friends with his kid’s friends to appear more hip and cool

"So, what’d our guy tell you about the job?"

"Not much," (Yn) said.

"It’s a protection job, civilian. Guy is green as they come, but we’ll be there to make sure things fly right." without noticing, Yn and the old man beside her exchanged a look of confusion as to what this guy was thinking.

"You've been doing this for how long? I assume we’re all heavy hitters, and it makes sense. The vet recommends the best of the best. Dealing with some of these ethnic types of blood, it tends to run a little hotter. That’s just science, physiology—

"Please grab a gun and shoot me in the head. I can't listen to this any longer." (Yn) whispered as the big guy let out a small chuckle and nudged her side, while the older man definitely heard her but didn’t give any reaction.

"Yo, little girl, what's chu packing?" with Yn finally turning her head and the blabbering man looking at him with confused eyes. Don't tell me he thought this was a gun job.

"A Delicio"

"Sorry, what?"

"Delicio, a chocolate milk one, so much better than the strawberry." With that, she took out the small milkshake from her jacket pocket and took a sip.

The man let out a nervous laugh. "That’s really cute, old man, what’re you carrying then?"

"A pimento sandwich" (Yn) lets out an audible laugh. "Pimento is a cheese. They call it the caviar of the south."

“Listen, yo. If y'all don’t want to tell me what y'all are carrying, so be it. But you don’t have to be a douche about it.”

"You asked what we were carrying, and we answered you." (Yn) added

Wait, so you’re saying you guys don’t have a gun. How are you here without a gun?" his voice filled with confusion.

“I've got at least two guns on me that I’ll tell you about. I go old school with a Wilson Combat 1911, and I got a Glock 22 Gen. And those are just the ones I’ll tell you about," he added.

Only to receive a huh back from the old man beside him. (Yn) was so close to shoving the milkshake she had been sipping for the last half hour into his mouth to stop hearing that nonsense.

Finally, to ease the awkward tension, a vehicle has been spotted by the four as it makes its way to the location. The door opened to reveal the driver and the main reason for this job.

These people only get whiter for fuck sake, (Yn) thought. Man literally looks like if Makka Pakka turned human. What a fucking joke!

After a few seconds, he spoke in a shaky tone, "Hi, Hello. My name is Price. Actually, that’s not my name. But I have a nephew named Price. I’ve always kind of liked that name."

Subconsciously, Yn's head turned to the old man only to find him already looking in her direction; they agreed that they were the mature ones here.

As the glasses man was blabbering about coffee and what not, the skinnier guy interjected, "Hey, I have a thought."

"How about you give me and Man Mountain 750 each?" should’ve choked him earlier. "And send Uncle Fester and Princess there home. they’re not carrying a gun. They’re useless."

"Is that true? You guys didn’t bring a gun?"

"We didn't think we needed one." (Yn) answered calmly.

"Shawty, listen, it’s a protection job; how in the hell are you going to protect your employee without—“

"I’ll tell you what, if we need a gun, I’ll just use one of his." Her attention never left the man who stood before her. "I agree to that," Gramps added.

"Really? One of my guns? How do you picture that happening exactly?"

The old man hummed a little before answering, "Well, I guess I’m going to take it from you."

Yep, and that’s how Uncle Fester ruffled skinny’s feathers, and now he’s challenging him to ‘take’ one of his guns. oh boy

Only in 60 seconds do we have a man on the floor barely breathing with an old man who has three guns in his hands, while a mountain man runs like Princess Peach, and of course the job man watches this unravel.

"All right," the old man said while he tossed the pistols into the trash can nearby. "Let’s go."

"But we need three guys."

“No, buddy. We don’t need three guys. C’mon. Let’s go," the woman said as she tapped his shoulder while getting into the back seat.

The wait wasn’t long but instead boring as Gramps answered Price’s questions. For a first-timer, they were genuinely okay questions, but he should’ve done his research beforehand.

A red truck finally made its way over; Yn was still leaning onto the car right in the middle, while Gramps stood up and walked a bit to the right, and Price was already standing on the left side.

"I knew we needed three guys—I knew it. It’s a three-man job—"

"If you don’t get your shit together right this second, I’ll break your face as soon as the other guys leave. If you don’t have balls for shit like this, then don’t get involved in the business, you twit."

And that seemed to shut him up while the old man was making his way forward.

Out of the car were two jobbing guys, all in black, and one guy who was wearing a dark red button-up with the first few buttons unbuttoned and a gold necklace dangling around his collar bone.

shaved head that seemed to suit him quite nicely and a face structure that was great to show intimidation, he had some hardeyes she’s never seen before.

"Hello, Hi," Price said like he was a ringtone; it was cue for (Yn) to walk up too, so we could better see this shitshow up close.

"Do you have it?" The red-shirted man spoke, and (Yn) flashed a smile but quickly hid it to the surprise of the high-pitched voice of this guy, but it didn’t go unnoticed, by him at least.

"I do."

"Do you have the money?" a yellow envelope was handed over.

As Price was back in the car, silence filled the scene. Red Shirt was looking straight ahead at the guy he was dealing with, but he couldn’t help but feel like some eyes were burning holes through him.

He knew it was the woman, but it definitely wasn’t a stare of interest; more so, on the studying side, looking back at her, she didn’t seem to have any intention of breaking the eye contact they held, and neither did he.

The deal ended with the guy handing over a twenty-dollar bill and taking home the pills he held.

In the car (Yn) and Gramps got paid. While Price was asking questions, the woman tuned in in the middle of the conversation. "Now, that fella you just met, his name is Ignacio Varga."

"He runs with a connected crew of drug dealers. This deal he’s doing with you he’s doing outside his crew; he doesn’t want his bosses to know, so it was in his best interest that things go smoothly."

"So the lesson is, if you’re going to be a criminal, do your homework." The woman in the back added, "Now get us home; this place is too hot to have this conversation here."

The drop-off place was the same as the pick-up place, and without saying goodbye, Price turned home with his car.

"What’s your name?"

"Why should you know?"

"I know you know mine; it’s only fair," she smiled.

"mike hermentrout"

"Nice to meet you, Mike," she said, holding out her hand in a shake now with a smile that covered her whole face. Mike knew he shouldn’t mess with fire yet.

"Nice to meet you too, (Yn)." Mike's eyes never left hers; he knew her sudden appearance didn’t mean good; it was far from that; a storm was coming.

as she turned around and excused herself, the man’s voice stopped her, "How’s your dad doing?"

“Actually, I'm on my way to see him right now. Wanna come?"

"Maybe another time."

#lalo salamanca #lalo x reader #nacho varga #nacho varga x reader #ignacio varga #better call saul #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

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iamapoopmuffin · 22 days

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Powerpuff Girls episodes explained badly

Monkey See, Doggy Do: Everyone is a dog and/or naked.

Mommy Fearest: The girls try to turn some lady they just met into their step-mother and regret it immediately.

Insect Inside: Bugs are gross. Or are they?

Powerpuff Bluff: Cosplay for crime reasons. And to look cute.

Octi Evil: Bubbles trusts in her plush toy when it suddenly starts talking to her like one of those imaginary friends that tells you to burn things. It goes as well as you'd expect.

Geshundfight: There's too many people on this earth, we need a new plague.

Buttercrush: 1 1/2 year old develops crush on 17 year old who uses her crush to manipulate the shit out of her.

Fuzzy Logic: You don't touch another man's banjo. Ever.

Boogie Frights: An endless disco party ends in Bubbles turning off her targeting computer and blowing up the Death Disco Star

Abracadaver: Zombie magician comes to town and does zombie magician stuff.

Telephonies: Crank calls lead to the one moment in the entire cartoon my family constantly quotes, literally any time anyone says 'him' in any context. Also we learn how HIM stays so fit!

Tough Love: HIM farts on the entire city and it makes everyone hate the Powerpuff Girls.

Major Competition: Pretty much the exact kind of thing I'd expect Jeff Bennett to voice comes to town, kicks a puppy and gets praised.

Mr. Mojo's Rising: Mojo reveals he is both the Professor's former pet and the technical other parent of the Powerpuff Girls.

Paste Makes Waste: Be careful who you bully in kindergarten because they might eat a radioactive fly and become giant glue monsters.

Ice Sore: It's a hot summer's day and gee whiz, Blossom sure blows!

Bubblevicious: Bubbles is hardcore.

The Bare Facts: Your typical 'no-one's account is fully accurate as they piece together the story' story, but with crayon drawlings and a naked old dude.

Cat Man Do: Evil cat possesses the professor and does evil cat things.

Impeach Fuzz: Fuzzy becomes the perfect mayor. Crime is down 100%, the Powerpuff Girls now get called to catch pigs.

Just Another Manic Mojo: Mojo Jojo's morning routine ft. annoying children.

Mime For A Change: Clown steps into oncoming traffic, gets covered in bleach, causes an environmental disaster and ruins everything.

The Rowdyruff Boys: Rule 63 the episode.

Uh Oh Dynamo: Kaiju vs murder robot. The city loses.

Stuck Up, Up And Away: Spoiled brat tries to buy superpowers, like Batman.

Schoolhouse Rocked: Teenagers who were abandoned in a dump before ever going to school meet a truant officer who becomes the first person to ever care about them, then go to school and get expelled on the very first day.

Collect Her: This is you, you obsessed freaks.

Supper Villain: Man gets sick of pancakes for breakfast and lives out secret supervillain fantasies. (Second most quoted line of the show in my family is here.)

Birthday Bash: Happy birthday, here's some death. Also why the hell is a 5 year old girl in a prison where every single other inmate is a grown man?

Too Pooped To Puff: When completely exhausted from their constant hero work, the girls tell the city to put a toaster in a bathtub full of water.

Beat Your Greens: These kids are so reluctant to eat the only good green vegetable that vegetable aliens arrive to teach them to stop being pussies.

Down n' Dirty: Buttercup refuses to bathe and it's fucking disgusting.

Dream Scheme: In The Sand Man you play as Sophie Grundler, a girl suffering from insomnia. Exhausted and unable to sleep, Sophie wanders into town to discover everyone else has fallen into an eternal sleep. Wait, wrong sand man-

You Snooze You Lose: Mojo falls asleep, loses some schematics and goes completely batshit insane. Then the girls eat gum that was in Junior's mouth earlier. Then probably get sick from Amoeba Boys germs again.

Slave The Day: Billy, who we thought was dead, pledges allegiance to the girls and Blossom yells at him.

Los Dos Mojos: Bubbles is Mojo now. But twice as hardcore.

A Very Special Blossom: Blossom turns to a life of crime.

Daylight Savings: Actual consequences to these small children having to go out at all hours to fight crime.

Mo Job: Mojo and Princess build a gun and shoot children with it.

Pet Feud: The Professor genetically engineers a neopet that eats everything.

Imaginary Fiend: A child's imagination is a dangerous weapon. And may tell the child to set the school on fire.

Cootie Gras: A kid who never bathes decides to play kiss chase. When that grosses people out, he gets used as a dangerous weapon.

The Powerpuff Girls Best Rainy Day Adventure Ever: The Powerpuff Girls play The Powerpuff Girls.

Just Desserts: Man's supervillain fantasy is adopted by his entire family.

Twisted Sister: The girls create a new sister who is severely disabled and then promptly dies.

Cover Up: Security Blankie the episode

Speed Demon: Back To The Future but scarier.

Mojo Jonesin': Mojo deals crack to toddlers

Something's A Ms.: Sedusa has sex with the Mayor so she can steal shit.

Slumbering With The Enemy: Mojo goes on RuPaul's Drag Race and infiltrates a child's sleepover.

Fallen Arches: Old People Fight Club!

The Mane Event: Blossom gets a new haircut and gets bullied. I like her hair like that though.

Town And Out: The Utoniums move to a new town with real world consequences for senseless property damage.

Child Fearing: Mojo babysits and regrets every decision that led him to that moment in life.

Criss Cross Crisis: Mandatory body swap story from hell.

Bubblevision: Bubbles has sudden sight loss issues and gets ripped to shreds for it. Also there are ants.

Bought And Scold: Princess' dad buys the city and she legalises everything, then gets robbed.

Gettin' Twiggy With It: Neglected trailer park kid abuses a hamster.

Cop Out: American Police officer attempts to kill three children. Nobody is surprised.

Three Girls And A Monster: Well, they aren't adopting it, but they aren't murdering it either.

Monkey See, Doggy Two: Everyone's a dog again except the girls, so they can beat the shit out of things still.

Jewel Of The Aisle: Cereal mascot tries to rob diamond.

Super Zeroes: Cosplay 2 electric boogaloo. Also who the hell trusted Blossom with a car?

Candy Is Dandy: What happens when you introduce sugar to children who aren't allowed sugar.

Catastrophe: Don't shove cats up your arse.

Hot Air Buffoon: The Mayor goes into the sky and punches people.

Ploys R' Us: The Professor sleep steals and the girls profit from it.

The Headsucker's Moxy: BRAINS BRAINS IT'S ALRIGHT, I'LL EAT THEIR BRAINS TIL THEY'RE ZOMBIFIED

Equal Fights: The Powerpuff Girls get brainwashed by a TERF.

Powerprof.: Embarrassing dad becomes superhero just to spend time with embarrassed children.

Moral Decay: Buttercup steals teeth and sells them on the black market.

Meet The Beat Alls: Mojo, Fuzzy, Princess and HIM form a band and live in a yellow submarine.

Him Diddle Riddle: HIM canonically has the power to end the entire world with a flick of his wrist but instead spends his time making the girls solve riddles to inconvenience them for shits, giggles and not having customers Karen their way out of paying for flapjacks.

Film Flam: Fake director tries to take advantage of impressionable young girls and it takes their dad in drag to stop him.

All Chalked Up: Butterfly HIM teaches Bubbles art therapy and then brings the therapy to life.

Get Back Jojo: Back To The Future again

Members Only: Big manly men have their masculinity threatened by little girls, then a giant dick joke from space voiced by Mr Krabs kills everyone.

Nano Of The North: Tiny robots eat your clothes

Stray Bullet: Squirrel with huge nuts becomes super squirrel after small child force feeds him chemicals

Forced Kin: Mojo has beef with some shiny silver dude

Knock It Off: Dexter's estranged uncle or something comes to town, makes a shittonne of artificial children to sell for profit and many of the children die.

Helter Shelter: Bubbles kidnaps a baby whale

Power Lunch: Teenagers with terrible diet have stomach issues.

Superfriends: New kid in town falls victim to peer pressure.

Keen On Keane: Girls, seriously, have you not learned your lesson about setting your dad up on dates with random women yet?

Not So Awesome Blossom: Blossom has an anxiety attack and loses all self confidence.

Power-Noia: The girls eat cheese before bed and have weird nightmares.

Monstra-City: Segregation is right.

Shut The Pup Up: The girls consider beating a dog to death.

Toast Of The Town: Babysitting an old guy who wants toast.

Divide And Conquer: A glorified maths lesson featuring amoebas.

Burglar Alarmed: The girls try to silently deal with a burglar because daddy is tired.

Shotgun Wedding: Fuzzy tries to marry Professor Utonium, then has sex with a pile of mud.

Save Mojo: Vegans ruin everything.

Substitute Creature: Ms Keane is sick and the girls learn they're racist against green people.

The Boys Are Back In Town: Oh yeah rule 63 is back and spikier.

Pee Pee G's: Mojo breaks into the girls' house and pisses on their bed. He faces absolutely no consequences for this.

Boy Toys: Boys don't like girls, boys like cars and weapons.

Seed No Evil: Frozen caveman steals sunflower seeds. This one feels like a really shit fever dream.

City Of Clipsville: The show runners take the absolute piss out of every fanfic writer in the fandom.

Lying Around The House: A lie gains sentience and fucks shit up.

Bubble Boy: Bubbles steals Boomer's clothes, identity and family.

A Documentary: Guy stalks children and tries to record videos of them.

Girls Gone Mild: Karens ruin everything. Again.

See Me, Feel Me, Gnomey: Jack Black a gnome creates communism through the power of music

Curses: The girls learn how to swear.

Bang For Your Buck: Kids compete in a life or death struggle to earn enough money for ice cream.

Silent Treatment: Silent movie kidnaps man and steals his voice.

Sweet 'n' Sour: Plushies rob entire city and get away with it because they're cute. Also they hate children.

Prime Mates: Brainless monkey ruins everything. Just like Twitter.

Coupe D'Etat: Sentient car is a homewrecker.

Makes Zen To Me: Buttercup joins a peace cult.

Say Uncle: The girls adopt a sasquatch and Utonium does not recognise his own brother.

Reeking Havoc: How do you fight a giant fart? Asking for a friend.

Live & Let Dynamo: Kaiju Robot is back and is committing crimes for fun.

Mo' Linguish: Mojo teaches a class at an adult education centre. Sadly it is not street dancing for self defence.

Oops, I Did It Again: Normal little girl AU

A Made Up Story: In which makeup is evil

Little Miss Interprets: Bubbles ruins a surprise party

Night Mayor: Another weird cheese dream but this time it's the Mayor dreaming about having relations with pickles

Custody Battle: HIM and Mojo have a messy custody battle in the middle of Townsville and both lose.

City Of Nutsville: Bubbles swallows a bee and squirrels kill everyone.

Aspirations: Sedusa takes advantage of a group of teenagers who have been abandoned by their mothers and also never gotten laid while also turning them into criminal masterminds.

That's Not My Baby: The girls find an abandoned baby and decide caring for it will convince their dad they're ready for a hamster

Simian Says: Mojo takes over the show

Sun Scream: PSA: Wear sunscreen.

City Of Frownsville: Man with terrible depression develops machine that cures his depression by giving it to everyone else

West In Pieces: Back To The Future 3, the wild west one

Crazy Mixed Up Puffs: Oh god they've fused

Mizzen In Action: Pirates of the Caribbean but less interesting

Roughing It Up: The Professor takes his kids on a camping trip and becomes rival dads with Fuzzy

What's The Big Idea?: The girls are made giant and it's a whole mess.

Nuthin' Special: Buttercup has no unique abilities. Any she had before are no longer unique.

Neighbour Hood: Children's TV show demands money.

I See A Funny Cartoon In Your Future: Gypsy and goose steal things along to a terrible rhyming narration.

Octi-Gone: Bubbles holds a fancy dinner party hostage to solve the mystery of the murder of her plushie, the one that told her to burn things.

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Well, let’s expand on our favorite puppy, shall we? And I do mean puppy, see Bo wasn’t born in the town, he literally came from the woods when he was in his late teens. He didn’t speak english back then so the founder basically said “Well, if you don’t want me to keep you, speak up” so he kept him. Bo was feisty when he was first brought “home” he had a muzzle for the longest time, but being so scary helped him do his job, protecting the founder

He probably would have stayed like that if it weren’t for Nick. The founder had looked for anyone who wanted to train his dog for him and Nick was in enough of a bind that he took up the job. Things were rocky at first but everything changed the night Nick snuck Bo out to the border of the woods he came from. He took off his collar and muzzle and nodded to the woods, telling him he could leave if he wanted to. After seeing just how much trust and care Nick had for him he slowly came up to him and licked his cheek, cementing their new friendship

Bo was basically a human-ish looking dog before, but with Nick’s training, Bo started to learn english, and spanish actually. Bo isn’t conversational in spanish but he knows it well enough to know what’s being said to him and curse out anyone he doesn’t like. He chooses not to speak most of the time because he likes being in his puppy space and he feels like talking kinda ruins it

Nick is also the reason Bo can even go into puppy space, though he usually, consensually, brings Bo out of it when they hang out. After all Nick’s hard work, Bo is the goodest boy known to man, he knows all the tricks in the book and, thanks to the propaganda Nick makes for him, loves his master. Bo would do anything for the founder now, and he has. Few people could forget how Bo ripped a guy’s throat out on stage at a public execution

The founder dies from natural causes so Bo just had to sit there and watch his master slowly deteriorate in front of him. He tries everything he can think of, bringing him his favorite toys, curling up at his feet, licking his face, but nothing can stop the march of time. Bo’s there when it happens, and the howl he let out when he passed could be heard through the whole town

After the funeral he just curled up right where he always slept, wishing his master was there to pet him to sleep like he used to. He’s a wreck, only eating when Nick brings him food, and even then he barely touches it. The poor thing looks more like a skeleton than the founder did before he passed, the only thing that can save him is a new purpose, a new master. You

Oh poor thing!! I love him so much, I love the balance between his human side and his dog side, and the bond between him and Nick 🥺 I can imagine how insane he'll be when you show up tho :3c

#sunshine #cult town au #also muzzles 😳#and Nick teaching him Spanish as well as English is so sweet!!!#who doesn't want a hunky guard dog who'll tear out throats for you?

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leoamawrites · 5 months

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“I want to be a flower on a mountain pulling in the sun and the pain and the frustration and creating a meadow. And I want to be that meadow on a windy day, breathing and flowing in love."

12/30/23

I've been spending winter break at my dad's house, which is sitting on a lake in a little town upstate from where I usually live. When I was little, I always wanted a big backyard like the one he has here where I could get lost in my daydreams, do cartwheels, and have a dog in. Then, my dad got this house and I finally had all those possibilities at my disposal, yet I couldn't find anything to daydream about. I didn't even really like the idea of having a dog anymore. I mean, I couldn't even do a cartwheel without hurting my wrists! It's not my fault, I just grew up.

It's been a while since I've been up here and today, we went to a nearby farm to get a pig because my dad wanted to roast a pig for New Years (it was his idea not mine). When I got out of my car, the farm dogs immediately ran up to me, and I just felt how much I had become like my kid self again. I just wanted to keep petting them and wasn't even thinking about how dirty they might be (or about the dead pig to my left). The landlord showed me a pen of puppies afterwards and I really just wanted to adopt one. I was thinking that I wouldn't mind this life of being a farmer.

When we came back home, I spent an hour in the backyard just lying on the edge of the lake watching the lake's surface flow, the clouds move above and past me, and the winter wind give me chills. I felt the weight of nature's beauty like a cat purring on my chest. Then I got up and climbed trees and *tried* to do cartwheels. It hurt but I was whole.

Ever since I started meditating, being mindful, and consuming spiritual creators, I've started enjoying life in this way. I don't care how corny it may sound. A few months ago, I couldn't be in that backyard without feeling consumed by my intrusive thoughts. I needed to be constantly distracted because if I wasn't I would always be trying to predict what would happen next. Spirituality quite literally saved me from insanity.

Sooo... what does this have to do with that little paragraph in the beginning? Taking advantage of the present moment has given me a lot including the ability to enjoy things as simple as car rides down rural roads, where driving past meadows and farms fills me up with the peace I've been looking for for years. But it's also given me the chance to really feel emotions unconditionally. That means feeling the uncomfortable frustration when the moment isn't what you want it to be.

For years I've dealt with the intense desire to write but simultaneous writer's block. However, I managed to write that little paragraph above by just utilizing those frustrations in order to create something.

The present moment is the only moment that exists. Im learning to choose to make the most of it even if it's not peaceful or perfect.

So, in conclusion, if there's anything you want to do and you could be doing it right now, go do it. Do it the best that you can because that's all you can do.

Happy new years everybody!

+ Some pics of my time at my dad’s :)

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Bluebell | Chapter 9

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“It’s gonna be ok, you’ll see.”

“Will he behave?”

“He will, I promise” Rúben says. “Ready?”

“No” I say.

“One… two… three” he says, opening his car’s door, Urso getting out from it and starting to jump and run around him. “It’s ok boy, calm down. We don’t want to scare her, do we?”

“Woof, woof” the huge dog says, moving his tail like crazy.

“Come, he’ll behave” Rúben says.

“Ok…” I say, slowly moving towards them.

“Urso… sit” he says while offering me his hand. I take it but hid behind him, the dog looking at me with a confused face. Or that’s what it looks like. “Pet him.”

“What?”

“Pet him. He won’t bite you.”

“Are you sure? Like, 100% sure?”

“I can’t be 100% sure because he is an animal, but I’m 95% sure he won’t bite you. C´mon. Just pat his head.”

“Ok…”

“Woof!” Urso says the moment I touch him, making me jump and hide again behind Rúben.

“That was his way of saying hello. Do it again.”

“Can’t we just… go on that walk and avoid this part? There is no need for it.”

“But there is. I want my dog and the girl I like to get along. Is that too much to ask?”

“I… Fine” I say, moving my hand again and touching Urso. He stays still, his tale still moving like crazy.

“See? Nothing bad has happened. I’m gonna go get his leash from the car, I’ll leave you two alone.”

“What? No!”

“He’ll probably just follow me, don’t worry.”

But Urso doesn’t follow him. He just gets up, looking at me.

“I’m not gonna touch again“ I say to him.

“Woof!”

“I’m sorry, but I already have a big guy on my life, aka, your owner. I don’t need another one.”

“Woof, woof!”

“Don’t look at me like that. The only puppy eyes that work on me come with a dimple.”

“Getting to know each other?” Rúben asks with a smile when he comes back.

“Something like that.”

“Here.”

“I’m not walking him. He’ll start running, and drag me behind.”

“He won’t, he is pretty chilled today. Take it” Rúben insists, giving me Urso’s leash.

“If I die, know it’ll be your fault.”

“Ok” he laughs.

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“This feels nice, doesn’t it?” Rúben says, kissing my head while his arm is around my shoulders, pulling me a bit closer to him.

“I’m alive, so I guess” I say while I watch Urso running ahead of us. After walking him on the leash for a bit, we let him be free to run and try to catch some squirrels. “But I still prefer cats over dogs.”

“You’ll end up loving each other, you’ll see” he chuckles. “But I was talking about going out together and being normal. Even if it is far away from Bluebell so no one will see us.”

“It does feels nice, yes.”

“Maybe one day we’ll be able to do it around town like normal couples do.”

“One day, yes” I say, trying to smile. If it was up to Rúben, we would be going through town holding hands and not caring about anything or anyone. But I can’t do that. Not only because of all the gossip and the fact that I am also seeing Mason. But also because I am still waiting for my uncle and Victoria to do something against me, and being seen with Rúben would definitely make them do it. And it would be bad. Pretty bad.

“What is that?” Rúben asks.

“What is what?”

“That. On your neck. Is it a lovebite?”

“What?” I chuckle, my hand instantly touching it.

“I don’t do those things… Was it Mason?”

“Why would Mason be leaving lovebites on my neck?” I say with a nervous laugh. Shit, shit, shit.

“There are rumours in town about you being his new conquest because you spend a lot of time at the pub with him. And until very late.”

“I’m just helping a friend, nothing else.”

“Nothing else?”

“Nothing else. Mason is just my friend.” With benefits, I say to myself. “Are you jealous of him?”

“Of Mason? Never” he chuckles. “But what is that then?”

“I was trying new hairstyles with Lindsey, and I burnt my neck with the curling wand. Happy now?” I say, rolling my eyes. That, was a lie. Because it was a lovebite, and it had been Mason the one who did it after getting too excited the other night. But Rúben doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess…”

“But since you mention Mason, what happened between you two to dislike each other so much?” I ask him. I need both versions to help me make up my mind.

“Nothing. He is an idiot.”

“Oh, c´mon, Rúben. Something must have happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Rúben… Please” I say, pouting.

“Ok, fine. I can’t say no to that face. We…” he starts, letting out a big sigh. “We used to play football at the same time but on rival teams. And things were always very intense when we played against each other. He was an attacker, and I was a defender. On one of those games, I may have tackled him too hard, making him fall on a weird position, and breaking his knee.”

“Ouch, that must have been horrible” I say, acting as if I didn’t know that already.

“It was. He was on so much pain… And he blames me for it. Says that I hit him on purpose to hurt him because a Chelsea scout was watching the game and I wanted to ruin his future. But that is not what happened. My tackle was a normal one, he just happened to fall badly.”

“So I guess that’s why he dislikes you. Because he blames you for what happened to him. But what about you? Why do you dislike him?”

“Because he also ruined my career as a football player. He and his friends started telling everyone that I was an aggressive player, that I had issues. The scouts heard those rumours, knew about what had happened with Mason’s knee, and started ignoring me. He says I ruined his career, but he was the one who ruined mine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, I’m over it now. But back then… Back then it hurt. A lot.”

“But if you are over it… Why do you still dislike him? Did anything else happen?”

“Well…” Rúben says, running a hand through his hair. “You know that I’m a couple of years older than he is, right?”

“I do, yes.”

“I started dating a girl he also liked on my last year here, and when I went to uni, he started sleeping with her.”

“He what?” I say, raising my voice a little bit. Mason had not shared that information with me.

“She felt alone because I was only able to come one weekend each month, two if I was lucky, and he took advantage of it. But we fixed things over the summer, she stopped seeing him, and when she also left for uni we were dating again. No more cheating.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Too much information?” Rúben chuckles.

“Definitely.”

“Woof, woof” Urso says, running back towards us covered in mud.

“Urso, what the hell?”

“And that is why cats are better than dogs” I laugh. Though my brain is still thinking about everything Rúben just told me.

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The Scrappy Huntress

Pairings: No romantic pairing. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and The Scrappy Huntress. 😉

Summary: The Winchesters might end up with a new member of Team Free Will.

Warnings: None. Only fluff. Figurative and literal fluff. Very brief mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1.5k+

A/N: So, I've been struggling with my mental health a bit lately and I've been having a hard time finding inspiration to write my next chapters for my series.

So, chatting with my daughter, I told her I wanted to write something super fluffy for Dean and she suggested Dean and a kitten, and this idea grew almost immediately, so I wrote it.

Hoping that getting out smaller drabbles like this will kick start inspiration! I'm sorry to those waiting for chapter updates!! They're coming, I promise. ❤️

The beautiful dividers here and below were created by @talesmaniac89 . 💓

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"Just leave it, Sam! If you pay attention to it, it's never gonna go away." Dean scowled down at his giant baby brother, who'd compressed his massive 6'4 frame down into a crouch in order to pet the scrawny kitten that had taken up residence just outside their motel room door.

Sam shook his head and looked up at Dean. "It's been outside since we got here yesterday, Dean. I don't think it's being fed. It's obviously a stray, let me bring him in and give him a bit of food and water."

"No!" Dean said vehemently. "I know you, Sammy. You bring that damn thing in, and before you know it, we'll be putting up lost posters and spending the next week searching for owners."

Sam just let his eyes plead for him and Dean was quickly outdone by a skinny black cat and big puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh!" He growled angrily. "Fine, bring it in, give it some milk, then back out it goes."

Sam scooped up the kitten quickly before Dean could change his mind and walked into their motel room.

"Most cats are lactose intolerant, milk might upset his stomach," he argued.

"How do you know it's a he?" Dean asked as he followed Sam into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Huh." Sam said, contemplating. "I don't actually know."

He turned the kitten upside down to check and the fluffy feline let out several long mewls at the undignified treatment.

"I was wrong, it's a girl." Sam corrected himself. Turning the kitten right side up, he scratched her ears for a moment as compensation for his rude behavior.

"Who's a pretty little girl?" He questioned nonsensically as he nuzzled her soft fur.

Dean rolled his eyes and plopped down on the bed, leaning his shoulders against the headboard, still dressed in his big brown leather coat and boots.

"Feed her and put her back outside so we can get back to figuring out why two perfectly healthy men have dropped dead out of nowhere in this town in the last week. I'd like to finish up and get back to my very comfortable bed."

He slapped his hand down against the lumpy motel mattress aware that he'd gone soft ever since they'd found the bunker a few years ago.

"You know, I was thinking..." Sam began and Dean rolled his eyes.

"No." He answered curtly.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say!" Sam protested.

But Dean was already shaking his head. "I know exactly what you were going to say, and there's absolutely no way we're taking that flea infested thing home with us."

"She's not flea-infested." Sam defended her. "And she could make sure we don't see any more mice scurrying down our hallways."

"No, instead we'd just see a little runt kitten running around that we'd have to feed and take care of. We're not exactly home-bodies, Sam. Who'd look after the thing when we're on the road?" He shook his head again. "We're not taking it home."

Sam pouted slightly. "She's a 'she' not an it."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So if SHE can't drink milk, what are you going to feed her with?"

"I'm gonna run over to that little corner store down the street. They probably have cans of cat food." Sam answered as he brought the kitten over to Dean.

Sam tried to pass the kitten to him, but Dean held his hands up, palms out. "No way, I'm not holding that thing, it's gonna pee on me, or scratch the shit outta me."

"SHE is not going to pee on you, and dude, are you telling me you're seriously afraid of the world's tiniest claws? Man, you fight werewolves!" Sam said, incredulously.

Dean frowned and lowered his hands allowing Sam to set the tiny ball of fluff there.

"Yeah, well I shoot werewolves. You telling me I can silver-bullet her if she starts scratching?"

Sam shot him a look and Dean huffed out a sigh. "Kidding, kidding. Sheesh."

"I'll be fifteen minutes, tops. I bet you can keep her from attacking til I'm back." Sam said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean said waving his brother out the door.

As the door closed behind Sam, Dean looked over the tiny black cotton ball that he had gripped in his hand.

He adjusted the kitten slightly, not wanting to squeeze too hard. He could feel it's tiny little ribs beneath his fingers, and it's heartbeat slamming fast against them.

Dean's face softened slightly. "Its okay, I won't really shoot you, promise." He said quietly.

He readjusted again so the kitten could sit fully in his palm, and he could hold it in place with his other hand.

"Man, you really are a runty little thing, aren't you?"

The kitten blinked up at him with wide blue eyes. "I thought cats had green eyes." Dean said out loud, unable to stop the compulsion to rub his thumb over the cat's tiny head.

As he did, a sudden rumbling purr started up and when Dean petted her again, the kitten chased his thumb, rubbing up against it and then nibbling on the end.

Dean snorted with humor as she rolled onto her back in his hand, batting at his fingers with all four feet.

"Ooh, you're a scrapper." He moved his fingers forward to pet her black and white speckled belly and chuckled in spite of himself as she spread her four paws wide before closing them tight around his hand and "attacking".

He ferocious bites turned quickly into licks, her rough tongue scraping across his callused fingers. She let him pet her belly for real, and soon she was purring very loudly and falling asleep on her back, outstretched in his hand.

Dean continued to stroke her belly and found himself relaxing deeply as he listened to the, soothing rumble coming out of the tiny little creature.

He held her like that until Sam came back with the cat food and woke her up so she could eat and drink.

The brothers chuckled together as the kitten scarfed the wet food, emitting endless "threatening" growls while she ate.

When she was finished, Dean merely rolled his eyes as Sam pulled out the small tray and bag of litter he'd bought, "just in case" Dean agreed to let the kitten stay in the room over night.

"It looks like it's gonna rain, she'll drown out there." Sam reasoned. "Look, we'll keep her safe tonight and then bring her to an animal shelter tomorrow, okay?"

Dean was still frowning, although both of them knew he was going to let the kitten stay.

"Fine." He said with a sigh.

They spent a couple hours working on the case. They thought maybe they were hunting down a crossroads demon, collecting early on demon deals, but they needed more info. They just knew both victims had been newly wealthy and died very suddenly under strange circumstances.

As they looked things over, they were occasionally distracted by the little furball tearing around the room, attacking their shoelaces and puffing up to hiss at the "other cat" in the floor length mirror that hung on the outside of the bathroom door.

Despite his reluctance to encourage his brother, Dean couldn't help but laugh when the kitten's fur stood on end, and she arched her back, jumping sideways and then bouncing around on her back legs.

Finally deciding to call it a night, the boys took their turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Dean called dibs and bounded in there before Sam could complain that two grown men shouldn't be relying on dibs to decide things.

When it was Sam's turn he decided to jump in the shower, taking a bit longer, since there was no one waiting on him. Going second had its perks.

When he finally came out, clicking the bathroom light off, he chuckled softly to himself at the picture in front of him.

Dean was sprawled out on his stomach, lightly snoring. One knee was bent, and his arms were wrapped around the pillow he was laying his head on. Curled up in the crook of his elbow, the little kitten was fast asleep as well, no doubt enjoying the warmth of the soft breaths Dean was emitting.

Sam shook his head. He knew Dean would cave, they were definitely taking that little fluff ball home with them.

***

Hours later Dean woke up to the sound of loud scratching and he moaned and buried his face further into his pillow.

"Sam, make that stupid cat stop scratching!" He mumbled out sleepily to his brother. There was no response and the scratching continued.

Finally he sat up, angrily turning to Sam, planning on waking him from his comfortable sleep and forcing him to deal with the misbehaving kitten.

But as he looked over at his brother's bed, his blood ran cold. Sam lay, seemingly paralyzed, his eyes the only part of him that was moving, shooting around the room, panic-stricken while blood seeped from his nose and mouth.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out as he leapt from his bed. He grabbed his brother by the shoulders and shook him uselessly before jumping up, throwing on the lights and starting to search for a hex bag; this had to be witchcraft.

As he started looking through all the cupboards and under the bed, he began to feel himself stumble. It felt as though all his muscles were stiffening up and he crashed to the floor, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth.

He looked over to where the kitten was still scratching at the cheap wood paneling in the room. He tried to pull himself over, but he felt his arms become wooden and he couldn't move.

All he could do was watch as the kitten scratched a hole in the worn paneling, and batted at something inside. With a growing sense of disbelief, Dean blinked slowly as she snagged her claw in the top of a hex bag and then tossed it into the air as she shook it free of her claw.

She then pounced on it, batting it back and forth. Finally she attacked it fully, wrapping it up in her paws and kicking it hard with her back feet.

As she gave a particularly hard kick, the bag tore open and the contents spilled out.

Suddenly the sensation zoomed back into Dean's arms and legs and he coughed up and spit out the last of the blood that was in his mouth. He crawled quickly to the hole and pulled out a second hex bag, whipping out his lighter and burning it. He stood up and tossed the burning pouch into the bathroom sink as he heard Sam coughing and shifting around in his bed.

Dean leaned against the bathroom doorframe, sagging slightly, his muscles still a bit weak.

"You good, Sammy?"

Sam nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Dean wiped away the blood that had dribbled down his chin, watching as the kitten batted at some of the bones that had spilled out of the hex bag, seemingly disappointed that her fun toy had popped.

He shook his head and turned to Sam with a grin. "Told you taking that kitten in was a good idea."

***

Late the next night, they were getting ready to head out. They'd dispatched a mother-daughter witch team that had been grifting rich guys and taking all their money before slipping them a hex bag and a slow death. Apparently they'd figured out there were hunters in town and decided to do away with them the same way.

As they packed up the room, Sam scooped up the kitten. They'd been too busy all day to get her to a shelter, so she'd just stayed in the room and had seemed to make herself very at home.

Sam set her down on Dean's bed and she bounced over to his green duffle bag and climbed inside. As Dean turned back to shove in another pair of jeans, she circled around two or three times before snuggling into one of his plaid flannels, half tucking herself into the pocket.

Dean let out a sigh and carefully tucked the jeans in beside her.

"So..." Sam prompted. "Shelter?"

Dean shot him an unimpressed look. "You know I'm not sending the cat that saved our lives to a..." he lowered his voice to a whisper, "...an uncertain future."

He let out a put upon sigh. "Nah, this scrappy little huntress is just coming home with us I guess."

Sam beamed. "But what about when we're away?"

Dean shrugged into his leather jacket and carefully picked up the sleeping kitten before he answered.

"Well, who knows, maybe she'll like car rides. I'll make her cozy and see what she thinks." With that he tucked her into one of the upper, inside pockets of his thick jacket.

She let out a small mewl. "Whatcha think, Huntress?" Dean asked, petting her head and smiling as she yawned and then nibbled his finger.

"She says she's a badass panther, and she's good."

Sam chuckled. "Does she?"

Dean nodded as he shouldered his duffle bag, careful not to jostle the sleeping kitten in his pocket.

"Yep, and when we can't take her with us, Cas can cat-sit."

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