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shadowofahope · 2 years

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Eucalyptus || 001

Warnings: Swearing, abandonment, hybrids are only considered as pets, mentions of pre-heat and scent triggers

Premise: A sugar glider hybrid with a broken past. Seven men convinced they can give her the life she's always wanted. Sometimes destiny has a funny way of finding you, and sometimes it smells like Eucalyptus.

Authors notes: Surprise! I know it has been a while, and I'm so sorry about that. I have a few fics I'm finishing up, so I'm hoping I'll have them to you soon! -Anyways, enjoy and please let me know what you think

Masterlist || 001 || 002 || 2.5

Hearing voices of the shelter workers coming down the hall, you quickly swallow down your mouthful of food. It didn’t matter how long you had been here, you still didn't particularly like any of them. It’s not as if they were bad people, they did their job well. But you could never really bring yourself to trust them. The humans you had encountered before being at the shelter were a waking nightmare. This small cage you were given was the only isolated solace you had.

You watched other hybrids come and go, many being adopted into ‘forever homes’ as the workers called it. You didn’t believe in their stories of warm caring homes, with owners that cherished their hybrids. You’d never seen it, so it couldn't be real.

Stalking over to perch behind one of your logs you waited for them to walk right past you. They always did. No one wanted a broken hybrid. A sweet melodic voice echoes in your ears as they approach. Your ears twitch with interest, ok maybe you were slightly curious about this person now.

“Our rodents are kept separately for their safety. However many of them can live in interspecies homes.” You could hear the attendees' voices now. You inwardly can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. You really didn’t enjoy this man. “I understand you are hoping for a smaller hybrid.”

“We're hoping for one we can bring to work with us, not just leave at home. There’s seven of us, and we each want to be able to care for our hybrid.” The sugary voice sings, your ears twitch again. You know you shouldn’t but you can't stop yourself. You peer up over the log down the hallway as two figures move in your direction.

“We have a few rabbits, mice, hedgehogs, cats, a couple of smaller dogs and-” The attendees’ head shakes.

“And?”

“Well we have another option….she’s a little more difficult? And not what you’d expect, we’ve had her here for a few years and she hasn’t shifted into her human form.” A loud sigh.

‘Oh please, next time you try to pick me up I'm peeing in your hand’ You huff angrily. ‘difficult-HA! I’ll show you difficult.’

In your mental retaliation you don’t realize they’ve stopped in front of your cage, until a figure leans down to take a look. Bright sparkling eyes stare at you through the bars of your cage. You unintentionally hold your breath.

‘pretty’ your brain supplies and you mentally slap yourself. ‘Not helping.’

“She’s so cute.” The pretty man states, large eyes full of excitement.

‘Flattery will get you nowhere…’ You want to glare at him, and you definitely try. But his complement made you blush deep under your fur. ‘Well maybe somewhere….Who told you you could be so pretty?!’

People never stopped to look at you. Once they knew you didn’t shift they’d breeze right by. This attention was new, scary yet thrilling.

“May I?” He gestures toward the cage door, you frown slightly and take a step back.

“If you want, she doesn’t bite, but she doesn’t like people either.” He remarks and unlocks the door.

The pretty one slowly opens the door, placing his hand on the floor of your cage facing up. And he waits, he leaves his hand there and watches you.

“I used to own sugar gliders.” His voice oozed with even more sweetness. “What’s her name?”

“She was found out in a snow storm, so we call her Snow.”

He just hums at the other male. Eyes never leave yours, as you stare at his hand and then glance to his eyes then back at his hand.

“Come here Snow. Let’s meet each other.”

‘Try anything and I’ll bite you…ok maybe I won't, but I’ll run away and make this very hard for you SIR.’ Glaring at the man in daring to hold his hand into your cage. You sniff the air, taking in the new scent, lavender and chamomile. Sensing nothing, only warm eyes watching you, you cautiously take a step closer. The scent is a little stronger now, you take another step and another then another.

Surprisingly your instincts aren’t telling you to run. Fight or flight was something you were accustomed too. Being the type of hybrid you are, it was embedded into your core. You seemingly slope yourself over to his hand giving it one more sniff before stepping onto it. You look up at him, as he slowly pulls his hand out of the cage and up to his face.

He coos at you. You almost keen under his gaze, his smile breaking out wider making him look even more gentle. You watch intently as he brings his other hand up, finger pointed he stops inches from your head.

“Does she like being pet?” He asks, realizing too soon that it might scare you.

The attendee shrugs behind him, “Honestly I’m not sure, no ones been able to hold her like that.”

“Is it ok?” The genuine concern in his voice makes your head tilt. Was he really asking you for permission? Who the heck is this guy? He brings his long crooked finger closer to you, but still doesn't make contact.

Whether it was your instincts or your want to trust him, you don’t give yourself a moment to think. Your eyes close and you lean up, letting your head touch his digit. You hear him exhale deeply, normally you would have jumped at the sudden noise, but feeling his touch your mind instantly relaxed. He lets you rub your head on him, moving yourself to let you scratch behind your ears.

He chuckles lightly, “Hello Snow, my name's Jin. Would you like to come home with me?”

You halt in your hyperfixation on his hand to look at him. ‘You are a weird one pretty Jin’

How come he keeps asking you? What was wrong with this man? You never had a choice, you were a pet. Pets don't have choices, choices were made for you whether you liked them or not.

“I do have to warn you, there are 6 other people that I live with. They’ll want to also shower you with love and attention. Do you think you could handle that?”

One was hard enough to please, but seven? Seven people to disappoint, to not be enough for, to show how broken you truly were. But he knew you couldn’t shift, he called you cute, and he asked you if you were ok with things. You liked his touch, six more people like him? That sounded too good to be true, could you really trust him after everything you’d been through?

That you weren’t sure, but hell- you wanted to. Every fiber of your being wanted to stay with this man. Nothing in your life had given you the comfort that this man's hand did. Nothing.

‘What do you have to lose, Y/N? Another disappointment won’t kill us. We’ll just end up back here, there could be worse.’ You try to coax yourself into making a decision, leap back into your cage or take a step with him.

You brace yourself and take a step onto the sleeve of his sweater. You don’t hesitate anymore as you climb up his arm onto his broad shoulder, as you peer over it you see there's a hood on his back. You make a break for it, jumping into it you’re enclosed in his warmth and scent. Snuggle into it, curling into a ball letting out a sigh of content.

“I’ll take that as a yes” You feel his back vibrate as he speaks. The attendees' words are muffled in your comfort. You let yourself slip a little too far as a cold hand breaches your new found nest and rips you out.

You let out a raspy gargled bark of annoyance as you can instantly tell it's no longer Jin handling you. Your legs find the bark of your log again, glancing up you can feel the panic rising. Did he change his mind? The door closes and Pretty bends down to look at you again.

“Don’t worry Snow, I’ll be back to take you home ok? Be good till then, I promise I’ll come back soon.”

You want to trust his words even more now, you give him a slight nod before climbing up into your makeshift nest. Deciding to find comfort in sleep, fear gripping at you as you hope he does indeed come back for you. Paperwork needs to be done, he probably has to get his home ready for you, so many things go on before you can leave with him. This isn’t the first time, but this is the first time you actually felt terrified of him walking away and never coming back.

You hear them leave the hallway, door clicking behind them as you hear the attendee mention paperwork and the adoption fee. You stone your emotions. You won’t let yourself be used again.

‘We won’t be hurt this time…not again…not every time.’ And you fall asleep as you chant to yourself over and over and over again.

****

“-And that’s all I know.” Jin's monolog finally comes to an end, hands fiddling with the pen in his lap. “They gave me a picture of her and the paperwork. Regardless at this point, I’ve promised her I’m going back for her, so it’ll be up to you guys if you are also going to sign the adoption forms or if it’ll just be me.”

He places your photo and the forms on the table for them to take a look. Hesitant hands reach for the picture, features turning soft before handing it down the table for the rest.

“And you’re sure about this Jin?” Namjoon questions as the photo is handed to him.

“100%. She doesn’t trust easily and she definitely has some social issues, but there’s something there.” He doesn't know how to fully explain himself. None of them had owned a hybrid before, all having very different views on the idea of owning another being like this. Jin himself was most against it, hybrids were people too. If only half, but still human, it didn’t mean they didn’t deserve love and a home either. However, talking to some of the staff back at Hybe and their hybrids they could all see what good they could do for a hybrid of their own. Taking in one from the shelter nearby was something they all agreed on, Jin opting to take charge and stomaching a walk through and meeting the adoptees. The choice to only take on one hybrid was also unanimous, as they were all separately busy at times, but mostly they were together.

They created a checklist of what they would like in their new family member. Smaller in stature, so they could bring them everywhere. Comfortable being in their animal form, making it easier to bring them to locations or the studios. Self entertained, if they had to leave them at home on their own they wouldn’t suffer from the seperation, human or animal. They didn’t particularly care about animal species or male vs female. They trusted Jin because he was the one who had the most to say about it.

“There was just a connection. I felt it. I can’t explain it.” He sighed, he wants them to take a chance on you. He needs them to.

Namjoon eyes the adoption forms on the table, spying Jin's signature already along the dotted line. He reaches for it, bringing it closer to read through it. Jin holds his breath, as the other members watch Namjoon’s face waiting to hear his verdict.

“Alright.” Namjoon finally breaks the silence. “Do you have a pen?”

Jin’s cheeks hurt from the smile that appears on his face, he gives an airy chuckle before handing over the pen to his leader.

He watched the other members read over it- look back at your picture and sign. This was it, he was going back to get you.

****

It had been a few days since Pretty had promised you he would come back. At this point your hope was slowly dwindling. You know you shouldn't hold onto this hope, you shouldn't have let it grow in the first place. You knew better. But looking in his eyes, hearing his voice, hope started to grow before you even realized it.

You had become angry at yourself for hoping. By the second day you had refused to eat. One part punishing yourself, another part being you just couldn’t find it in you. You were just exhausted from wishing for more. This cage was safe at least, you should be thankful for it.

Every time a worker switched out your untouched food they would all say the same thing. ‘C’mon Snow, he’ll be back for you’, ‘It’ll be ok, he really liked you’, ‘don’t give up yet, Snow. You have to be feeling ok when he comes to get you’. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe them…Not anymore. Not after everything.

So you spent the days sleeping away your funk. You’d feel better eventually. And you did. By the 5th day after Pretty’s visit you had eaten your breakfast and the surprise sugar cane stick they had given you. You had managed to precariously climb to the top of your exercise wheel, scaling the branches and using your hammock as leverage, trying your best to balance on the outside of it.

You heard footsteps come down the long hallway, deciding to ignore it. You almost fumble when you hear someone call your name.

“Snow~”

The cage door opens abruptly, but you hold your ground.

“Where are you? Are you hiding from me again?”

Trying your best not to move, undeciding if you want to surprise attack or indeed continue your long standing game of hide and seek with this particular employee.

Before you can decide, your hiding spot has already been discovered.

“There you are!” A hand reaches into the cage. You can’t dive away from it while balancing on this stupid thing. All you can do is bark angrily as it encircles around you, lifting you into the air. “C’mon Spunky. You have a date with destiny.”

‘This lady has officially lost it.’ You struggle against the cold grip around you, gargling at her the whole walk to the main vets room. She ignores your displays, she’s too used to your dramatics now. The main room is harsh and white, smelling strongly of whatever sterilizer they use. On the steel table is a cat carrier, with a smell you can't place. You begin to struggle against her. ‘LADY ARE YOU FEEDING ME TO A CAT!? What the hell kind of injustice is this!!’

One handedly she opens the carrier door. Peering through her fingers, it's empty. Except for a blanket and a stuffed toy and a sugarcane stick. Your whole body goes tense. Not a cat…then what's that smell? You’ve smelt it before but there’s something off about it. Like it’s mixed with something. Sweet, acidic, musty, earthy, floral, fruity and minty. Weird, where is it coming from?

She plops you down on the blanket, next to the toy. Immediately all the smells hit you. It’s coming from both the blanket and toy.

“It’ll be ok girl.”

‘Will it? So far everything has been all ass-backwards, what is happening?’ You scowl at the two items, but eye up the stick. She gently locks the door behind you.

“I hope you have a great time and enjoy yourself.”

‘I would if you would tell me what the hell is happening? Where am I going? Am I moving to another shelter? When you guys moved that bearded dragon out you did the same thing’ That would make sense, this isn't usual protocol for adopted hybrids, so many you were being moved to a permanent shelter.

‘Honestly if I knew I was leaving I would have bitten at least 2 of you’ You grumble, taking the stick between your teeth you begin to pull it further onto the blanket towards the toy. If these smells were from the new place, it's better to get used to them now rather than let them smack you in the lungs when you get there.

“There you go girl, just relax. I’ll be back soon to get you.” She explains as she walks back out of the room. You let out a huff as you begin munching on the stick. Sugar cane wasn’t your favourite, but it was still better than most snacks they tried to give you.

Still, there was something about these smells. Something familiar, but with the other smells mixing with it it made it impossible to differentiate.

With a mouth full of snacks you hear the door open again, expecting the same female voice again.

“Snow?” The sweet voice resonates in your ears. Hyperfixation and instinct taking over, you dart over to the carrier door to be able to look out.

The male figure comes around to you, smile still as dazzling as all those days ago.

‘Pretty!’ You let out an excited chirp. He’s here. He came back!

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to come back, but I wanted to pick you up personally.” Jin cooed at you. You were still as cute as he remembered. He couldn't express to his members that he already missed you. Not even 30 minutes with you and he was smitten. Unable to let anyone else retrieve you, working even harder to finish his project, those 5 days felt like torture to him.

Before he can say anything else another person enters the room. The lead vet comes in, you had deemed him the nicest. You didn’t exactly fight him when he checked on you, but you would hiss occasionally to warn him if you didn’t like something. He would stop if you told him to, which made him the nicest. Plus he would sneak you some of your favourite snacks. The one the attendees didn’t.

You start chirping repeatedly at him ‘Pretty came back! Pretty came back!’

“Someone’s excited.” He laughs. “But I can’t tell which one of you is more so.”

Jin lets out a soft airy chuckle, apparently he wasn't hiding his very well.

“Normally I would just tell you to call the shelter if you have any issue or questions, however. I have a soft spot for our Snow, she’s a feisty one, but I’ve been hoping someone would give her the family she deserves. So here is my personal number.” He hands over a business card with pen scribbled on the back. “You can call me anytime. Or text me. Either way I’ll try to answer as soon as possible. Make sure all of you have it ok?”

“Of course! Thank you so much for this.” Jin places the card into the envelope you didn't notice he was carrying until this moment. “Can I take her home now?”

“Absolutely.”

“Let's go home Snow.” You chirp at him again to signal you're ready. He grabs the handle of the carrier and lifts it off the table.

****

To say you were nervous would be putting it mildly. You started to tremble not even 5 minutes in, Jin sitting in the back with you. He noticed almost instantly, his voice soft and soothing. What really surprised you was when he opened the carrier door, offering to hold you for the rest of the drive. You quickly opted for his warmth rather than let yourself dwell on your nerves. Snuggling into his lap, his hands petting you in a gentle rhythm. The only time anxiety began to rise back in you was when he let you know that you had arrived. Instead of letting him usher you back into the carrier you scrambled into his hoodie pocket.

Jin hesitates before going into their suite. He was worried about how you were going to handle having 6 new people. He glances down at you peeking out from his pocket.

“Ready?” His smile still held so much hope. “Take your time ok? Everything will be ok.”

You give him a nervous chirp in response before stealing yourself. You can smell the mix of scents seeping through the door. The same smells as in the carrier, it must have been from all of them. Them hoping to make you comfortable before coming here. You melt a little at the thought. None of them have an unpleasant smell, in all actuality they smelt really good, especially one scent that piques your instincts. Curiosity starts to make you feel antsy as he finally opens the door and walks in.

The members are scattered around the living room. Tension is thick in the air, as well as worry making their scents burn the back of your throat.

“Hey guys, we’re home.” Jin places the carrier on the table, you can see the members trying to not surround it, but the excitement that now shifts in the room is almost contagious. You don’t know why you do it, your instincts taking over.

You chirp at them. Announcing that you're not in the carrier, but on Jin's person.

“What?” Six heads snap to the oldest.

He clears his throat before bringing his hand to you, waiting for you, you climb aboard.

“Everyone, this is Snow. Snow, this is Jimin, Namjoon, Taeyhung, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi.” He points to each person as he says their name.

Are these many prettys allowed to be together? They’re all pretty, each one different from the next nut definitely still pretty.

Some wave shyly and others give a quiet hi. You take in each of them, analyzing their scents and demeanours out of habit. Head tilting to match the voices of hellos to the person. The deep voice coming from the fluffy warm one. Sturdy modulated voice from the tall big one. And the softly spoken sing song voice from the ball of energy. The smaller bright soft one, the concerned confident one and the wholesome wided eyed sparkly one waving to you.

‘They don’t seem all that bad.’ You smile to yourself. The one Jin aid was Jimin steps towards you, in an attempt to interact with you more. However you aren’t ready for that just yet, you take a step back.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin quickly apologizes, smile faltering. Oh, his voice is sweet, angelic even. You shake yourself out of thought to hear him speak. “Would it be better if we give you time to get used to the place first?”

You give him a soft hopeful chirp in response and his smile is immediately back on his face. You stomp your feet excitedly at his smile, he was cute when he smiled, They all were.

“I think it would be best if she sticks with me for now, and when she feels ready she can interact first?” Jin chuckled at your display. You chirped again and nodded your head. You could do that.

“Yea, we can do that. When you’re ready you can come to us Snow.” The sturdy voice comes out again.

‘Namjoon. His name is Namjoon. I can do this.’

And that’s how most of your days went, huddled into Jin. Clinging to him. Leaving the apartment meant he’d make sure to wear things with either hoods or large pockets for you to stay in. The others would talk to you or try to coax you out with food but you stayed with Jin. You wanted to try with them, like you had with Jin. But your insecurities would always make you falter in accepting them.

How did seven pretty men want you? You were so broken, they didn’t even know your story. If they knew they would probably take you back right away. But they didn’t know, how could they know? Unless you told them and you knew you wouldn’t so why couldn't you take that step. Cross the bridge they were waiting so patiently on the other side of you for.

Maybe it could finally be that day.

****

All you wanted to do was nap, you needed to sleep. How could one man be so loud in the middle of the day you would never know.

You slink out of the cracked door, slowly making your way down the hallway to the living room. You can hear the other members around the suite. The youngests were together in what smelt like Hoseok and Jimins room. You weren’t sure where Namjoon was, but you can hear Yoongi talking to himself from the dining table. Walking around the corner you find him surrounded by his laptop, notepads, books and other things you didn’t bother to take in. You had already found your focus.

You could hear faint deep breathing coming from the couch. Fixating on that you shuffle quietly over to it, climbing up the armrest that Yoongi couldn't see. Rounding over it you see Hoseok asleep on his back, arms behind his head, blanket half on him, tv down low. Gingerly you scuttle to him, sniffing the air around him, your mind relaxing.

Today can be the day.

‘Alright sunshine, let’s see how this goes.’ You give yourself one final mental push and climb onto his chest. His deep breathing causes his chest to rise and fall in an almost transic rhythm. Your limbs have stopped shaking enough for you to tuck them under your body along with your tail, relaxing into a ball as you let your mind drift to sleep.

With the smell of lemons and honey surrounding you.

****

“Has anyone seen Snow?” Jin questions as he comes out of his room, into the kitchen area.

“Not since you were last out here. She didn’t stay with you?” Yoongi remarks from the table.

“I was playing games, I think I was a little too loud for her.” He shrugs, it’s not that he’s overly worried where you got to. You wouldn’t have gone far.

He peers around the living room looking for your tiny figure when he sees a napping Hoseok on the couch. He turns to walk back out when he hears the faint sound of your purring. His eyes sparkle as he takes in your spot, smile hurting his cheeks instantly. He wants to cheer, to yell out his excitement. It was finally happening.

Your tiny sleeping body curled up on Hoseok's chest.

When Hoseok finally awoke he felt a light warm patch on his chest. Rubbing his face he looked down to where you were. At first he was shocked, then excited and then terrified to move. He didn’t want you to run from him when you woke up. He wanted you to stay with him, he wanted what Jin had with you.

Eventually your slumber came to an end, body twitching awake you shifted into a stretch. Yawning, you glanced up, eyes connecting with Hoseok’s. You clamber to your feet, and chirp sleepily at him.

‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost Sunshine’

Tottering up his body you bump your head against his chin, in doing so you feel him relax. His scent returned to normal. He let out an airy chuckle before reaching up and scratching you behind your ear. And his wishes were answered when you purred at him.

****

Now that you had gotten over your first hurdle with Hoseok you used every opportunity to nap on him when he was home. Still choosing to sleep in Jin's room in the carrier based on your need for that familiar comfort. But if you were sleepy and Hoseok was home, you’d find him one way or another.

It wasn’t until a couple days later that you noticed a pair of eyes watching you. A soft longing type linger, that you could physically feel on you. Realizing who it came from was easy, it especially happened when you were getting comfy on Hoseok or riding on Jin. Wanting to see that smile again you made a plan.

Jin was in the kitchen getting you some food when you began barking your way down the hallway. Coming to the island, you knew you could climb it. They knew you could climb it. However, today was a new day and this new day meant you didn’t want to climb it.

Jimin was sitting on one of the island bar stools eating his own bowl of food. So Instead of scaling the side like normal you teetered over to him. Swiping your tail over his foot and yapping at him to get his attention.

‘Sparkles! Sparkles! Help me!’

He peeks down the chair leg to you circling him on the stool.

“What’s wrong, Snow? Are you ok?” The concern in his voice makes you worry. Instinctively he gets down on the floor to take a better look at you. Hand outstretching before he has a moment to rethink his actions.

You immediately hop onto his hand, you weren’t going to allow the perfect opportunity to slip by. He jumps a little at how unexpected your reaction is. He stands up cautiously, you in his hand he stares at Jin who has just turned around to see what the commotion was about.

Jin is used to your mischief by now. They weren’t lying when they said you were feisty, and it only made him that more amused with you.

“Looks like you’re one of us now Jimin.” He smirks as Jimin whips his attention back to you as you jump off his hand and glide to the island. Jimin plops back down on his chair, mind still in shock. The concern starts to build again, you march over to him and chirp. It’s enough to break whatever spell he’s under.

“Thank you.” Is all he can manage.

‘You’re welcome Sparkles.’

****

It had just been over a week now since you came to live with the boys. You were still only comfortable with the three members, but you had spent the last day psyching yourself up to approach one of them. You just hadn't decided who yet.

You clambered out of your carrier, gliding down from the cabinet it was perched on, you can hear a door open and feet padding down the hallway. You scoot out to see who it is. A slightly sleepy Taehyung ambles away from you. You quickly pick up the pace to follow behind him, your little legs working overtime to catch up. He makes a turn into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You pick your hiding spot, and wait for him to come back out. As he does you begin to follow him again.

“Looks like you have a new friend” Yoongi remarks from the kitchen, following you with his eyes.

Taehyung freezes, turning to look down behind him, pure confusion etched on his face. That is until he spots your tininess, a huge smile breaks on his face.

“Good morning Snow” His groggy deep voice begins to soothe you, but you shake yourself out of it by running up to him leaping up onto his pants halfway up his calf and scampering up him. He doesn’t dare to do anything, he knows what this means. It’s finally his turn.

Crawling into his chest shirt pocket you purr at him, his smell of mint and chocolate enveloping you. His smile turns his sharp mature features into ones of childlike excitement.

He turns around to continue on his route “You’re coming with me today.” Your heart warms.

‘Let’s go!’

****

After the first few steps the other became easier and easier.

A couple days after that you find Namjoon near a window in a wicker chair reading a book. Sun beaming down through the glass illuminating his skin, almost making him glow. Unknowingly to him you jump onto the large window sill, soaking up the sun yourself as you settle down, focusing all of your might into your gaze. Attempting to will him into noticing you. You take in his gentle yet strong features, the way his hands hold his book like its something fragile and precious. He gives his members the same look, there’s something about him that you love to just sit and watch. Eventually he does notice you, muffling a chuckle to himself before extending his hand out to pet you. Purring comfortably you curl up in the sun and let yourself be lulled to sleep with the smell of home and touch of home.

At this point they all felt comfortable taking you out of the suite more and more. They had been going through some rehearsals in one of the dance studios. Unfortunately for you Jin had taken his sweater off and your snug little nest wasn’t as nice anymore, with it being on the ground. The only one left was Yoongi and thankfully they weren’t working on choreography, so you hitched a ride off Jin and as soon as he got close enough you lept off his shoulder aiming for Yoongi’s. The shorter male saw your line of sight as your posture changed for you to glide, so he halted mid-step to allow himself to be a safer place to land, papers in hand.

You give him a little chirp and climb directly into his hood, into the nest of amber and vanilla. He doesn’t say anything but he tries to hide a shy smile from the others as he continues reading over his sheets, continuing his pacing.

You couldn’t seem to find a moment to reach out to Jungkook, the shyest of them all gave you the most space. Which was starting to irritate you. So out of frustration one day while he had his door shut, you could hear him in there. You started barking as loud as you could from outside, occasionally scratching at it to emphasize your displeasure. Eventually he opened it and you marched right in, climbing up onto his bed and curling up. He watched with silent bewilderment, but you refused to acknowledge his uncertainty letting him continue on his computer, with you purring away in the background.

****

And that’s how it started. Everyday you went with at least one of them to work. Meeting coworkers and other hybrid pets alike. All were excited to meet you, hearing so much about you from all the members, your confidence started to take off. Along with your confidence the fire that was once inside of you began to spark again.

–

‘Not my fault you don’t use that freakishly big head of yours.’ You grumble, sneering at the man profusely apologizing to Jimin. The unknown man had run right into Jimin, almost completely knocking him over.

The assailant runs away with his head down.

“Pffft” The coworker's hybrid tries to contain his laughter, until he’s out of earshot.

‘Stupid big head. Come near my Jiminie again and I’ll chew holes into your shoes.’ Continuing to mumble to yourself threats upon the males discomfort.

“What's so funny?” Doyun asks.

“Your glider-” He gestures to you on Jimin's shoulder. Struggling to speak between laughter. “She’s a spunky one.”

Jimin stares at him confused, unknowing to him that the other hybrid heard you. You were projected very loudly, you glare at him as Jimin walks away. The hybrid raises his hands up in surrender to you, smiling and waving goodbye.

Your protective nature was showing, one you didn’t think you had anymore. Becoming so aloof, detached and distant from the world was your way of being safe. All the past pain almost felt like a lie. And this warmth, comfort and love being your new truth, one you could rely on. For once life felt worth existing in. Happiness was finally worse, no more worrying……

****

But you spoke too soon.

The boys had taken you to see the vet from the shelter numerous times recently. This uncomfortable dull pain in your stomach makes it impossible for you to want to eat. Only waking for a few hours everyday, spending most of your time in your carrier, not wanting to come out.

Because of this they had to stop taking you with them. You spent 24/7 in the suite, as per the vets orders. Minimal contact with others until they could find out exactly what was happening to you.

The boys had gone out for a long day of work, all saying their farewell assuring you they’ll be back as soon as they can. But they had a 10 hour shoot today, they didn’t want to go but they knew they couldn’t stay. So ample food and water was left out for you, just outside the carrier so you wouldn't have to go far and with that they left.

As soon as they left something felt off. The pain was still there but something mentally felt wrong. Forcing yourself to your feet you fumble your way down and out of Jin's room, finding yourself now in Namjoons room. Sun beaming onto his bed through the curtain crack you struggle to climb up. Your breath coming out short, feeling like it's being cut off. You push past the panic and continue ascending. Feeling the warmth from the sun through your fur, you let your body spread out on its back instead of going into your natural comfort ball.

Dull throbbing pain, your instincts screaming incoherent words at you and your mess of emotions spiral into dizzying lights behind your eyes as you fall unconscious.

****

Your eyes gently flutter open, your mind still warm from the dreams of sunlight. The pain in your body is still there but it feels different somehow but you can't place it. Without dwelling on it too much you roll over onto your stomach, however what you weren’t expecting was to completely roll off the bed.

You let out an audible screech when you collide with the hardwood. Unthinking you let out a pained croaky groan and freeze.

Did you just make that noise? How would you-? IS THAT A HAND?

Springing to your feet, you're hit with a headrush, eyes flying shut. Your hand automatically shoots up to cradle your head, eyes peeling open you can see it. That’s definitely a hand…your hand. It’s almost too good to be true, you're afraid to look down but you still manage to.

“I have 2 legs! I have a body!” You chirp happily, voice coming out slightly harsh from it not being used in years. “I am human! Im-I’m….naked. I am very naked…uhhh…clothes! I need clothes.”

Stumbling on your new shaky legs like a newborn calf you waddle over to namjoons wardrobe. Struggling to open the door, you use your whole body against it, failing to open it. Catching yourself before you almost tumble to the floor.

“Wooow. Ok let's not fall” You chuckle to yourself. Looking around the room you notice a white shirt laid over a chair, stumbling slightly over it you grab it and put it over your head. It's definitely too big for you. A large white t-shirt with some weird pattern on the front. Sleeves covering you to your elbows and length down to your mid thighs. Lifting the collar to your face you inhale deeply Namjoons scent filling your mind, letting out a content sigh, dropping the fabric.

“Right, good enough.” Before you can make a move you hear your stomach grumble loudly.

“Really? Now you're hungry, after worrying everyone NOW you want food” You glare angrily at your stomach, it growling at you in return. “Fine!”

Carefully you make your way out of namjoons room, using whatever furniture and the walls as support. Passing each of the members feeling like something wasn't right, but letting yourself believe it was because you were hungry.

By the time you make it to the kitchen you have full control of your legs, but now find yourself too tired, and the pain is turning into a slow burn, to make anything.

“Please have something made already” You give a silent prayer before opening the fridge. Staring you right in the face is a take out container of leftovers. “Thank you boys!”

Pulling it out, you place it in the microwave to warm it up as quickly as possible. Only letting yourself have a quick moment to try to remember who it was. Being unable to, you chose to give up as the microwave chimes. You carefully take it to the couch with chopsticks in hand. You no longer hesitate to start devouring the food.

Half way through your meal, your body begins to ache again. DIfferent to how it was in animal form. There's an undeniable pain in your senses. Placing the food down on the coffee table.

“What the-Nnnnnn.” A sharp burning hits your body. Your glider instincts are muffled by your prominent human side. As muffled as they are you can still feel them, letting yourself sink into them. Standing abruptly and running to the members rooms, grabbing items from each, sprinting back to the couch. You dump everything onto the couch. Then beginning to place each item meticulously into their perfect spot.

Hoseok's pillow on one side of the couch. Jins RJ stuffy, he keeps on his bed, on the pillow. Yoongi’s comforter over the couch, allowing space near the pillow for you to climb in. Sitting down, slipping your feet into a pair of Jimin's long fuzzy socks. Sliding one leg at a time into Jungkook's grey sweatpants. Finally circling a brown cardigan of Taes around your shoulders, you lay down, pulling the blanket over you, RJ in your arms.

Surrounded by their scents you finally relax. The pain in your senses is now gone, but now replaced by longing to see and hear them. You reach for the remote for the tv, pressing on youtube and a mix playlist of videos of them. Their voices echoing in the once silent room as you fall back asleep.

****

“What the hell?!”

The boys were exhausted coming back, you were on their minds all day. They couldn’t stop worrying about you, not knowing if you were ok or if something happened to you. As silly as it was they agreed to make a stop on the way home to pick up a cell phone for you. You could at least text them since you still weren’t able to shift. It gave them all a sense of comfort knowing they could keep in contact in some way.

Coming home later than planned, they didn't account for finding their stuff all piled onto the couch, tv on and leftovers half eaten. If they weren’t in their right minds they’d think someone broke in. But who would break in just to do this?

Yoongi creeps up to the couch, reaching out to his comforter he can hear faint purring coming from the mound.

“No way-” He whispers just loud enough for them to hear and pulls it down just far enough to expose the pillow with your tiny furry body curled up on Hoseok's pillow.

Someone in the room releases a loud gasp causing you to stir. Eyes opening, blinking multiple times to fight the fog. Pain back to a dull ache you look up and see seven wide, shocked pairs of eyes on you. For a moment you're confused why they would look at you like that, then you remember.

You had been human! You had shifted! 6 years! For the first time in 6 years you had shifted!

Jumping to your feet you are babbling at them excitedly, hopping up and down unable to contain yourself.

“Snow, were you human?” Jin asks in disbelief, you nod at him.

“That's so amazing! You-” Jimin cheers.

“How did you do it?” Taehyung cuts Jimin off from continuing. You let out a huff, head shaking.

You honestly don’t know. One minute you were asleep then the next POOF human.

“You don't know?”

Again, you shake your head. Dejection settles in, annoyed at yourself for being too excited in the moment and not thinking about it properly.

“It’s ok, I’m sure it’ll happen again.” Hoseok tries to cheer you up, scratching your chin as you finally stop bouncing.

“We picked this up for you today,” Yoongi places the phone down in front of you. “Just in case you need to contact us for anything. And we mean anything.”

You want to cry. What did you do to deserve these men? Did it make all the pain worth it? No, nothing could make that pain worth it. However, they helped faze out those memories. You nod your head in thank you. These kind beautiful men were everything.

For the next week, everytime you became human you’d make a note of what you were doing when it happened, what the pain was like before the shift, what your thoughts were, anything that might be helpful. When the boys would come home they’d all go over it too.

Sometimes it would happen for only a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, once or twice a day. You felt useless, how could you not figure this out. Why and how were you shifting, this infuriating broken puzzles sharp edges were cutting deeper in your mind. 6 years of only being a sugar glider, what made now so different? You’ve had ‘homes’ before and you had the shelter, so what was causing this.

The only differences were; you felt safe and comfortable. You had food and clean water. People that loved you. People you loved. Warm rooms to choose where you wanted to nest. Countless places to climb and glide from. And the touch of each of the seven men that cared about you.

And that’s when it hit you……. Or the scent did.

****

“Namjoon!” Your voice breaks, you’re struggling to catch a deep breath. Your hands tremble slightly as the grip on the phone begins to tighten.

“Hello?” He asks cautiously.

“Namjoon, I know this is going to be hard to believe but it's me! Snow.”

“Snow? You’re human again-?”

“Yes and I think I know why. Are you with the others right now?”

“No, I stepped out for a minute.”

“Good. I need to tell you, I just realized I’m going into a pre-heat, but as a human..”

“Really? Why now?”

“One of your scents is triggering it, it’s fogging my mind Namjoon. Everytime I become human my body feels like it's on fire. I can’t breathe here” You don’t want to be annoying, or for them to think that you’re too much to take care of. You finally had a home, a safe home. You couldn't risk losing it by being demanding now that you could become human again.

“I’ll call the shelter after work. I remember reading something about safe heat rooms in the adoption papers. Are you sure you don’t want a partner to help you through it? They also had those as an option.” You know he’s being thoughtful, thinking of your best interest.

You stifle a whimper, choking back a silent sob. The words come out small as you regain your composure. “I don’t want to spend it with anyone else….”

“It’ll be ok Snow.” Thankfully his voice begins sending relief washing through you. “But…. Can I ask which one of us?”

“I’m sorry Namjoon, I really don’t want to say.”

“You know we would help you if you asked. We all love you.”

“I know you all care for me as your pet, I just don’t want anyone to feel bad. This isn’t anyone's fault, just my stupid hybrid instincts.” You grumble. “Maybe next time we can look into a heat partner?”

The words taste like vinegar, the thought of anyone else’s smell making you instantly feel nauseated. But you need to reassure him that you are still an easy pet to care for, even now. Even when you’re not a tiny sugar glider that only cares about sweets and sleeping in their hooded sweaters. Making things harder for them, meant them rethinking things. Things like if they really wanted to keep you or if they’d return you.

“Snow. You don’t have to force yourself. You said it yourself, if it’s one of our scents triggering you-”

“I’ll be fine. I just have to get used to being human again.” You laugh, in hopes of lightening the mood. “Maybe soon I’ll get a handle on it and finally be able to meet you all properly.”

He chuckles into the receiver. As perceptive as he is, he can already hear the twinge in your voice. He makes his way back into the studio where the others are.

“Well I can assure you that we’d all love to meet you in your human form. You’ve given the house warmth again.”

Eyes peer at him from around the room, his conversation catching intrigue.

“Thanks Joonie!” The cutesy nickname bubbling out of your mouth, before you can stop it. Your feet still, smile falling as you cover your mouth in panic. “Namjoon, I mean. I-I’m sorry.”

“You can call me Joonie. It’s ok.” He reassures you, his small soft smile finds its way to his lips unseen by you but very seen by his members.

However reassuring his voice sounds, you're still unsure how to take it. Your silence stretches on, unable to come up with a decent reply.

“Do you think you’ll still be human when we get home?” He changes the subject, offering you a way out. Now everyone was hyper aware of his conversation. Abandoning everything they’re doing, stares ever so blatant.

“I’m not sure. I still haven’t figured out how in these moments I’m changing. I’m not doing anything different either way. I’ll try to think about it more today.” You hum, now absentmindedly.

“Ok, we’ll try not to be late today.”

“Ok. I’ll see you when you get back.” You start chewing on your bottom lip. What if you can’t be human around them? Would they assume you were lying to them, only choosing to be a glider around them. What if they thought you were too useless. Too broken. Weak?

“I’ll see you tonight. And Snow, it’s ok whatever version of you it is.”

He states softly and hangs up. You’re left stunned. Did he mean that? Is it really ok? You really hoped it was because you would be heartbroken if you had to leave them.

****

“Snow?” Jimin bounced excitedly in his chair. “You were talking to Snow? She’s human?”

“Yes, at least for now. She says she still doesn't know what is changing her. But she did let me know something, and I think we all need to talk about it.” He slides a rolling chair towards the couch, taking a seat and gesturing for the others to join him. They all share a worried glance but follow their leader's request.

“Is she ok?” Jin

“Yes and no. We need to call the shelter and ask them if they have a heat room available. Snow’s going into pre-heat, as a human. Which we all know she hasn’t done in a long time.” Namjoon explains slowly, analyzing each reaction. “I think the sooner the better because she’s struggling at home. Apparently one of our scents is triggering it.”

“One of our scents?” Yoongi questions. “Did she say which one?”

“No, she said she doesn’t want any of us to know. She doesn’t want whoever it is to feel bad. And she asked not to have a heat partner. She tried to tell me she could have one for the next time, but she didn’t sound convincing when she mentioned it. From what I’ve been reading, if she’s refusing purely based on one of our scents, then her animal base instincts are signifying one of us as her mate.” He’s nodding slowly, his mind thinking of each outcome to this situation. “Honestly I think the worst part is, she sounds like she’s blaming herself.”

Thoughtful heavy silence hangs in the room. Their poor Snow, the pain she must be going through and she’s thinking of them.

“This isn’t her fault.” Taehyung’s deep voice resonated in the room. They all silently agree, there’s no way this is your fault. It could never be.

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viharbinger · 2 years

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hi bee 😻😻!!! can i request scaramouche and sibling!reader fluff no incest ofcourse ^^ (first time requesting sort of nervous 🧍‍♀️)

Scaramouche and sibling!reader HCs & Drabbles

date: 3/4/22

pairings: platonic older brother!scaramouche x sibling!reader (they/them pronouns, gender neutral)

warnings: kind of kidnapping 😭, mentions of blackmail, threats, bullying, its all fluffy and funny though trust me, no yandere scaramouche in the building!

a/n: HI RYUUKO!! Ok can we talk about how back then we speculated Ei to be his sister and he wanted to save her bla bla bla, WELL TURNS OUT shes basically his mom. BUT GUESS WHAT?? The Raiden shogun puppet MIGHT AS WELL BE HIS SISTER. WHICH ONLY SUPPORTS MY OLDER BROTHER SCARAMOUCHE THEORIES. idk. Idk. Im just all in for older brother!scaramouche that i live on the crumbs for him being soft for children and elders. ok im jsut rambling now lets get w the request 😭🙏

Scaramouche would be. The BEST brother ever. I mean it.

He would be so protective over you oh my god

Got any bullies? Well not anymore! They know not to ever mess with Scaramouche's little sibling. I mean you cant blame them, the man is a menace!!

However, if they ever continue to harass you or anything, he's literally gonna threathen them with blackmail.

Your bully was tied up with rope, sitting on a chair in the dark, squirming as Scaramouche continues to threathen them with malice.

"So you're the reason why Y/n always comes home crying?" The bully cried in response, refusing to answer the question as they knew whatever they answered, Scaramouche wouldn't be happy.

"So you are? Well what if THIS were to get out?" Scaramouche threatened, swiftly pulling up a picture of the bully taken with the Kamera up to their face. The picture showed them dressed up in a pink tutu with heavy clown makeup on their face.

"Please, no!" The bully sobbed, Scaramouche tsked a response. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. So you promise to never even go near Y/n again, speak of Y/n, or even so as to look at Y/n again, and this picture will not get out in public."

The bully nodded, not wanting their reputation to be in shambles. Scaramouche sighed, untying the rope on their wrists to let them go. The bully scurried away from him, tripping on the way, all the while crying loudly as they ran, running past you as you walked towards the room they were previously in.

"Scara?" You asked, entering the door to the dark room. He looked at you as you continued, "What was that? Why were they here?" You quizzed, your face scrunched up in confusion.

"Oh, nothing. Just had to take care of unfinished business." He patted your head, walking out of the room while hiding the picture of your bully away from your sight.

Anything you want? Scaramouche would steal buy.

Makes sure to always stop by places that sell your favourite things, be it food, kimonos, hell even toys because Scaramouche is willing to do anything for you.

He seems like he doesn't care, but he really does.

He'll listen to you ramble on and on about your day with a poker face, but really, he is intrigued! He can remember everything you say about people you've met or even about petting a random cat you saw on the way home.

He'll do anything for you because you are his only kin, your only mother had abandoned you both and now he just wants to protect you from anything that comes your way.

Overall he is just an amazing brother, he loves you and would hurt anyone that tries to ruin that.

#scaramouche fluff #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x sibling reader #bee writes #scaramouche imagines

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yuujispinkhair · 3 years

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A Kitten for a Dog Person

When you dress up as a kitten for Halloween, you get a bit more than you bargained for because Megumi is too much of a dog person to let you get away with bratty kitten behavior.

Pairing: Megumi x Reader (female) Word Count: 5.4k Genre: smut, 18+ Warnings: 18+, mean dom!Megumi, smut, oral, cum eating, fingering, creampie, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, creampie, squirting, a bit of spanking, pet play, I guess. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

You're hugging yourself for some warmth as you walk down the street towards your boyfriend's house. The costume you're wearing is definitely not covering enough of your body, considering the chilly weather, but you hope it will be worth it when Megumi sees you in it.

Halloween has always been one of your favorite holidays, and you love dressing up for it. You had already made plans some days ago to go trick or treating with your friends and asked Megumi if he wanted to join you, but he shook his head.

"That's not really my thing. Sorry babe, but if it's ok with you, I'd rather stay home. There are gonna be lots of Halloween documentaries and murder mysteries and all that. I've been kinda looking forward to watching those."

It was typical for your boyfriend to look forward to his documentaries, and so you just smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"No, don't worry, it's absolutely fine. I'll just go out with the others, and afterwards, I'll join you, and we can have a tv night together."

And that's where you are headed right now. Megumi hasn’t seen your costume yet, because you refused to send him any pictures, so you could surprise him. Hopefully, he will like it. But you have a feeling that he will.

When you arrive at Megumi’s apartment, it's his roommate and best friend Yuuji who opens the door. He greets you with a big grin and pulls you into a hug after wishing you a spooky Halloween and complimenting your costume. He's on his way to a Halloween party himself, dressed up in some tiger costume that makes you laugh because it suits him and looks really cute.

"Have fun at the party, Yuuji!"

"Have fun too! I'm sure Fushiguro will be very happy to see you. Meowwwww."

He winks at you and laughs loudly before waving at you and leaving for his party. Yuuji is a sweetheart but you are glad that he will be away for a few hours so you can have alone time with Megumi.

You are still grinning brightly when you enter the cozy living area where you can already see your boy sitting on the comfy black leather couch watching something about vampires, apparently.

"Hey baby, I'm back!"

Upon the sound of your voice, Megumi turns around. He draws in a sharp breath, and his blue eyes widen as he takes in your appearance.

You went for a cute and sexy kitten look. Very short, frilly black skirt with a lace-up corset top, black overknee nylon stockings with a cat face on the knees, and of course a hairband with plushy cat ears and a cute collar in black with a pink heartshaped tag.

You stand there looking at your boyfriend with a smile, basking in the way he lets his gaze travel up and down your body. Seems like you are more interesting than the vampire documentary. So the outfit already is a success.

After a long moment of staring at you, Megumi asks,

"How was the trick or treating? Did you have fun?"

You nod, "Yeah, it was fun. How are your documentaries?"

Megumi seems somewhat distracted. He scrunches his nose. "Uhm.. the documentaries? Oh yeah, those are great. So you went as a cat?"

"Yes! I thought it would be cute!"

You smile at him and spin around so he can admire your outfit. To be honest, you already rehearsed that in front of your mirror at home. So you know how you look right now. You know that your skirt is so short that when you spin in a circle, it lifts up high enough to grant Megumi a glimpse at the pink lace panties you are wearing underneath. And you are feeling pretty sexy with the overknee stockings and the corsage top, which is pushing your tits up nicely, making them look plumper, almost as if they are gonna fall out any minute. There's no way that Megumi isn't into this! You will get such a good fucking, later on, you are sure!

When you stop spinning, you see Megumi looking at you with an intense glint in his eyes.

He just says: "It looks good." But he can't take his eyes off you, and it fills you with pride.

You point to his bedroom. "I'll change into some sweats real quick, and then I'll join you."

"No!"

You stop in mid-movement and look at him in confusion. But before you can ask what's going on, he adds:

"Leave the costume on."

His voice has a husky tone, and his eyes are burning with that hungry look you know all too well. He's turned on. Oh! So he really likes the costume, huh? You smile cheekily.

When going shopping for a Halloween outfit, you always had Megumi in the back of your mind. Naturally, you wanted to get something that he would like too. But maybe you underestimated the effect it has on him. Because the way his gaze is traveling over you right now makes your breath quicken.

"But I'm not even a puppy."

You say it with a smile. It would have been too obvious to dress up as a puppy. Megumi uses that nickname for you sometimes, and his love for dogs is a known fact to anyone. So your friends would have teased you endlessly if you picked a puppy costume. That's why you ended up as a kitten. But apparently, that's also to Megumi's taste.

"Who said I don't like kittens too?"

God, his voice! Horny Megumi always sounds sexy as hell.

You feel your face get hot under his intense gaze, but your feet are already moving towards the couch when Megumi smirks at you and pats the place next to him on the sofa.

"Come here, pretty kitty."

You cross the short distance quickly and sit down next to him, the leather couch feeling warm against your naked skin where your stockings end. Megumi was probably lying on it before you came here. It makes you want to feel the warmth of his skin on yours.

You sit sideways onto the couch, pulling one leg up so you can turn to Megumi. The position makes the skirt fan out nicely around your thighs. It's really short, though, and barely covering you. Megumi's gaze wanders down and stays there for a moment. And you catch yourself hoping that he'll touch you, maybe finger you while watching tv, which is something he loves to do.

He looks back up at your face and slowly leans towards you, making your heart flutter in your chest. Your lips part in anticipation, and then you feel his soft lips press against yours in a sweet kiss. You are so pliant under his touch and sigh softly when his tongue gently pries your mouth open and slips into your mouth to slowly stroke against your tongue in a tender caress.

The chilliness from the cold Halloween night is forgotten. Instead, warmth is spreading through you, and your excitement is getting stronger with each flick of Megumi's tongue.

Megumi's hands settle on your thighs, right where your stockings end. A soft gasp escapes your lips. You always love the way his hands feel on your skin. He has such pretty hands, just like everything about him is pretty. And he knows how to use those hands. He can draw the neediest sounds out of you with those long, elegant fingers.

Currently, those fingers are tracing the skin right above your stockings, making goosebumps spread all over your thighs while his tongue is making you moan softly into his mouth.

Your heart is fluttering in your chest when you feel Megumi's fingers making their way up to your thigh, under your skirt, and higher... You whine because his fingers stop right before they can reach where you want them the most.

Megumi pulls away from your kiss with a grin and a dangerous glint in his eyes. He leans back and lets his gaze travel over you again, looking at you like the vampires on his tv-screen look at their prey. There's something feral about him when he gets really horny, and it never fails to make you lose your mind for him. You want him to claim you, want to be his so bad.

"Gumi? Do you like my costume? Am I a cute kitten?"

His smirk grows wider, making him look arrogant and so so sexy.

"I like the costume. Not sure about the rest, though. You have to show me whether you are a cute kitten or not."

Your breath hitches. So that's what this is gonna be? He's in the mood to play games. Fuck. Your lips part in a moan that's far too needy. But you can't help it. It's just so hot when your sweet boyfriend shows his meaner side. You love that he is so dominant in bed. Love the way he takes control and makes you his little pet.

You nod eagerly. "Yes, I'll show you."

The corners of Megumi's lips lift in a half-smile, and then his hands are on the hem of his loose black sweater, and he pulls it off with a languid move and drapes it over the backrest of the couch. You bite your lip as your eyes take in his lean muscles, the way the tv-lighting dances over his sculpted pecs and abs.

You have such a beautiful man! Now you are the one who is staring at him hungrily. And Megumi knows! You can see it in the way his smile is tugging at his lips, making him look too smug for his own good.

You gulp hard when his hands start moving lower. You follow the movement with your eyes until your gaze lands on the very obvious bulge in your boyfriend's dark-grey sweatpants. Suddenly your panties feel pretty moist and a sweet craving takes hold of you. You want to feel that bulge rub against you, want to hear the pretty moans Megumi always blesses you with when the two of you fuck.

Your gaze is still glued to his lap, and you watch his graceful hands pull down his sweatpants and boxers in one move, exposing his hard cock. It springs free and taps against his firm abs, looking so mouthwatering that you are definitely about to lose your mind!

It's kinda embarrassing that you are moaning just from seeing his cock. But Megumi is enjoying it. There's a sneer in his voice when he says:

"I heard kittens go a bit crazy for milk. Does my kitty want a taste?"

You forget to breathe when he circles his swollen pink tip with an elegant finger, swiping up the pre-cum that was gathering there. He holds the finger out for you and brings it to your lips.

This is so fucking sexy. You exhale shakily before your lips open submissively, and you flick your tongue over his fingertip, closing your eyes in bliss when you taste him. His creamy pre-cum melts on your tongue, making you moan softly.

"Is it good? Do you want more?"

You nod eagerly, the cat ears headband bouncing on your head. Megumi smiles at you. "Ok, come get your milk, pretty kitty."

He pulls his finger away from your lips and instead hooks it in your cat collar and tugs on it, making you tumble face-first into his lap. Your surprised gasp turns into a high-pitched whine when your cheek rubs against his impressive hard dick.

You have such a gorgeous boyfriend. Even his dick is pretty! Long and with a mouth-watering thick tip that's leaking pearly pre-cum for you.

You sob softly, rub your cheek against him again and then your hungry mouth finally closes around his glistening tip, engulfing it like a lollipop and sucking needily on it. Your eyes close when you feel his sticky sweet pre-cum coating your tongue. This is perfect! Your pussy is already pulsing with need.

Megumi's hands are wandering into your hair as he rewards you with one of his sexy low moans.

He sounds so hot. You want to elicit more of those noises out of him. And you want more of his taste, more of his perfect dick! Your cheeks hollow as you suck on him even more eager.

"So thirsty, huh?"

You can only hum around his dick in answer. So stuffed with his full hard length. It's heavenly.

His fingers tangle in your hair, and the way he tugs on it and guides you up and down on his throbbing hard cock makes your pussy cream to an embarrassing extent.

You will be his cute little kitten! You want to please him and get rewarded by Megumi fucking you until you cry. So you bop your mouth on him eagerly, massaging his long hard dick with your tongue and giving the thick head nice little tongue flicks, just like a kitten would lick up its milk.

You know you are doing well because Megumi's moans grow louder, and his fingers twist in your hair almost painfully as he fucks your mouth.

"Fuck! Gonna give this pretty kitty her milk."

His hips buck, and his fingernails dig sharply into your scalp when you feel his hot cum spurting into your waiting mouth. You moan and slobber, sounding like a needy mess. But Megumi sounds just as horny as you.

"Yeah, drink it all up, kitten!"

He keeps fucking into your mouth until his big load is spent and then pulls out slowly until only his swollen head is still engulfed by your plush lips.

You suck on it eagerly, flicking your tongue against it, making sure to drink all his warm milky cum like a good kitten. A smile tugs at your mouth. You're so certain you got all of it. So sure that you are his perfect little kitten.

But when you pull away, you see a little trail of cum trickling down Megumi's length, and before you can dive back down to scoop it up with your tongue, it's already pooling around his base. Too late.

"Now look at that. You made a mess. I thought kittens would be a bit more careful with their beloved milk."

His voice is so snide. Maybe your pussy shouldn't throb that much, but you can't help it. There's just something about Megumi being a little mean.

"I'm sorry! I'll clean it up."

You scramble to get your mouth back on him, but Megumi is faster. His strong fingers have already twisted in your hair and he shoves your face down.

"Yes, you will. Lick it all up, bad kitty. Be a bit more grateful! I gave you my precious milk, and you handled it so sloppily."

You can't help but groan at the tone of his voice and the feeling of his strong hands in your hair. He's so fucking sexy when he gets like this!

Usually, Megumi is such a nice boy. A bit grumpy and on the introverted side, but always very polite, even to strangers, and a very sweet and caring boyfriend. It always astounds you that he can just switch over. It's so fucking hot when he becomes mean during sex. It drives you wild to get put in your place by him.

So you let your tongue dart out again and clean your boyfriend's cock, licking up all the remaining cum thoroughly just like he commanded.

His fingers loosen the tight hold on your hair and instead pet it gently, making you beam proudly at him when you lift your head from his cock to look at him.

"I licked everything up."

If you expected praise, you are mistaken. Instead, Megumi smirks again. There's something cruel in his expression, and it makes your breath hitch while you can feel another wet patch form on your panties. Fuck.

And that's exactly where Megumi's hand wanders to. Under your skirt, brushing over your lace-covered clit and sending a bolt of pleasure through you. Yes! This is where you want him!

He's pulling your soaked panties to the side, slipping past them, and without warning, he's pushing one of his long elegant fingers into your creamy hole.

“Ah! Gumi!”

Your pussy clenches automatically as a loud gasp falls from your lips. The surprise is instantly replaced by pleasure. His fingers are always such a blessing when they play with your pussy! Always making you feel so good.

Megumi laughs tauntingly at your reaction and pumps his finger into your needy hole, making more of your wetness leak out of you.

"So wet for me. You're such a bad kitty, aren't you? Have you been horny for me all the time while you were out with your little friends doing trick or treating? Was your needy pussy throbbing for me all evening? Couldn't wait to show me your slutty little costume, huh? Wanted to make me hard, so I would fuck you?"

You can only whimper and grind down onto his finger. You are so wet, and his words and the condescending tone are only making you hornier. You want him so bad! He pushes a second finger into you, drawing another needy moan out of your mouth.

He's watching you with a smug expression on his beautiful face as he's pumping his fingers in and out of you, resulting in the filthiest squelching noises to fill up the living room.

"Answer me, kitten."

His voice is a growl, making your pussy clench around his perfect fingers.

"Y..yes.. oh god Gumi! Yes, I was so h... was so horny for you all the time!"

"And?"

"A...and I wanted to...seduce you."

His fingers keep fucking into you while his thumb rubs over your puffy sensitive clit, making you see stars. He's gonna make you come undone with his fingers in no time at all. He's so good with them!

His other hand is pulling on the strings of your corsage top until the bodice is coming apart and slipping down a bit, making your tits fall out and bounce sluttily for him. You know he loves the sight of it and it makes you feel sexy and desired. He can't help but reach out and cup one of your breasts, tweaking your nipple and watching it stiffen under his touch.

And then he crooks his fingers which are knuckle-deep inside your tight pussy, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.

"Ah!! Megumi! Fuck.... fuck, baby!!"

You're whimpering and moaning, riding his fingers and rutting your needy clit against his thumb. So close, so close! You can feel your orgasm already building.

"Such a desperate kitty. My fingers already have you mewling like that? You're gonna cum on them? Cum on my fingers? Yeah?"

Another sob escapes your lips. The heat already spreading through you. One or two more pumps of his fingers, and you'll cum all over him.

But right before your orgasm can rip through you, Megumi's taunting laughter fills the room.

"Well, I don't think so. Bad kittens have to wait."

And with that, he pulls his fingers out of you, making your needy pussy clench helplessly around nothing. The loss makes you whine in desperation. You grind down needily, trying to get his fingers back into you, but Megumi's strong hands land on your hip now and grab it hard, effectively stilling your movements.

His blue eyes are hard when he looks up at you.

"Stop that."

You are a horny sobbing mess, and even though you know you should do as he says, your body still tries to fight against his grip, still so needy for friction. Still trying to get him back inside you.

A sharp slap onto your ass makes you gasp out loud. Megumi's hand stays on your exposed ass check, strong fingers digging into it. The slap stung just the right way, making your pussy throb even more.

"What did I tell you?"

"That... that I should stop."

"Exactly! So why don't you listen? That's why I am a dog person. Dogs obey their owners. They live to please. But kittens like you are so bratty. Not sure if I have the patience to deal with that."

You are breathing heavily, desire pumping wildly through your veins and your pussy. You feel pathetic, your lace panties are completely soaked, your tits hanging out with hard erect nipples showing just how horny you are, and you're whimpering needily, hoping secretly that your boyfriend will spank your ass again. You want to beg him for it.

Megumi's stern blue-eyed gaze is boring into yours.

"I know kittens are brattier than puppies, but you really have to learn to be a good pet for me. I will teach you."

Another hard slap against your naked ass, tearing another horny sob from you.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes... yes, master. I'll be good! Your good kitten!"

He's kneading your ass cheek firmly between his fingers, right where he spanked you, the sensitive skin still tingling.

"So tell me. Were people looking at you when you went from house to house looking like a whore? Did they undress you with their eyes? You liked that, huh? Your horny pussy making you act like a slut out in public?"

"No! No, I didn't! Only want you to look at me!"

He raises an eyebrow. Fuck, he looks so dangerous, and it makes you so horny. You are such a needy, pathetic mess for him. Getting off on the degradation.

"Oh really? Then tell me, what would you have done if someone came up to you to claim that kitty after you displayed your horniness all over town? Do you even know who you belong to? Who owns you?"

You're shaking by now because you're so turned on. Your voice comes out in a small whimper when you answer him.

"I belong to you, Megumi."

His hand lands on your ass again for another spanking, smacking loudly against your skin and making your ass cheek wiggle.

"I didn't hear you. Who owns you?"

"You! Only you, master! You own me. You can do as you please with me. I'll do anything for you! Please, I promise I am only your kitten!"

A smirk lifts one corner of Megumi's lips.

"See, that wasn't so hard, little bratty kitten, huh?"

He smiles now, and before you can say anything else, you feel two of his elegant fingers on your clit. A hoarse cry rips out of your throat as your head lols back and your body shudders wildly.

"Gumi!"

His fingers are relentless. Stroking your bundle of nerves in the perfect way. Rubbing it in firm caresses, making your hips jerk as you grind onto him needily. You're sitting on his stomach now, thighs spread widely, and your pussy is creaming onto his abs as he plays with your needy bud.

Your cries and moans of pleasure fill the living room, drowning out the tv noises in the background completely. He's so fucking good with his fingers! Flicking them over your swollen clit in a way that makes you almost lose your mind.

You lean back a bit and brace yourself on his toned thighs, your fingernails digging into his skin sharply as you push your horny pussy against his fingers, craving release.

It just takes a few caresses more, and you are cumming while stars explode behind your closed eyelids as you ride your orgasm out on Megumi's fingers. You're squirting so hard for him, your juices gushing out of you and onto Megumi's abs until you're sitting in a small pool of it.

His amused laughter reaches your foggy brain.

"Such a messy kitty. Cumming all over me."

You want to get up, want to kneel beside him so you can lick your cream off him, just like the good kitten you want to be. But you are stopped by Megumi's iron grip on your hips once again.

"Where do you think you're going? We aren't done yet. Gonna fuck another orgasm out of you and pump you full of my cum, so you won't forget who you belong to."

You whine at his words, a broken sob escaping your lips as Megumi pushes you further down his body until you feel his dick rubbing against you. He's fully hard again, gliding messily through your wet folds, making you shudder when his tip hits your still sensitive clit.

"Good kittens like sitting on their owner's laps. So show me that you are a good one."

He pushes you down onto his dick. You're so wet, pussy dripping with your cream, it makes it easy for him to shove his whole hard length into you with one powerful roll of his hips. But it still stings and makes you cry out at the sudden feeling of being so completely full. It's almost overwhelming, but it feels so good! And isn’t it exactly what you wanted?

He's stuffing you so good, filling you up so perfectly, long hard cock snug against your pussy walls, stretching you so deliciously. You moan and grind down onto him, exhaling shakily when you feel his tip prodding your sweet spot.

He just made you cum on his fingers, but you're already on your way to chase the next high. You can feel your own cum on Megumi's fingers where he's grabbing your hips hard as he rams his cock into you, fucking you open even more.

Technically you are on top, straddling his lap, riding his cock. But there's no doubt about who is in control here. Megumi is holding you in place with his strong hands, fucking into you, thrusting his perfect cock into you over and over again, making you tremble with every hard thrust.

He's looking up at you with a feral hunger in those dark blue eyes. His pretty long lashes make him look like an angel, but that's definitely not what he is right now.

He already wrecked you so completely, but you know he's not done with you yet, and he won't let you go until he's fucked every last trace of disobedience out of you.

You feel a flush of pride at the way he's drinking in the sight of you bouncing on his cock in your kitten costume, gasping and whimpering his name. Your kitty ear headband is askew, your tits jiggling sluttily out of your corsage, mini skirt riding up and barely covering your pussy which is getting fucked by your boyfriend's gorgeous long dick.

His thick tip is torturing your g-spot, again and again, reducing you to a sobbing, begging mess. Tears are running down your face, your mascara leaving stains on your cheeks.

Your thighs are starting to tremble. It's too much, too intense. His cock is rubbing that spot, making you mewl and cry, and you think you will explode or blackout.

"Please... Gumi....pl..please, I can't take it! It's too much!"

It earns you another loud slap onto your ass.

"That's what you get for being such a slutty kitten. Isn't that what you wanted, huh? Get fucked, get claimed all night. Stop complaining. And take it."

His cock hits your sweet spot again, brutally, making heat coil in your stomach and ripping a loud, desperate moan out of your mouth.

But then his thrusts slow down until he's barely moving. He's teasing you, you realize through your horny daze. He’s making you pay for complaining.

A moment ago, you were sobbing and whining and telling him it's too much, but now you're chasing after him, craving his ferocity. Wanting his long dick to ram into you harder again, deeper, filling your tight heat completely. You know what he wants. He wants you to beg, wants your complete submission.

It's there in his dark blue gaze, challenging you, taunting you. He's in control, and he decides how this night will end. You whine when he stops fucking you completely and instead is just looking up at you, his dick balls-deep in your slick hole, but making no move at all.

"Show me whether you can take my cock or not. I only cum in good kittens."

His words make your hips buck, you feel so pathetic, and it turns you on. You whimper and squirm on his cock, needing him so much. The idea of Megumi pulling out is unbearable. But you know that you just have to behave and he'll reward you...

And so you lean down with a helpless sob, pressing your exposed tits against Megumi's chest, and spread your legs further for him. Showing him how much you want him, how willing you are to let him fuck you as deep and as hard as he wants.

You sink deeper onto his cock, sighing happily. Megumi's hands on your ass flex, and you hear a sexy groan from him. You hope that you’re doing it right. You know that he will fuck you so hard and spurt so much cum into you if you show him you are his good little pet.

So you nuzzle his neck, leaving wet kisses there as you breathe against his skin:

"Please, Gumi, I'll be good. I'm your sweet kitten. Please, I need your cock. Please fuck me any way you want, baby!"

Megumi's still holding you in place, his strong hands probably leaving bruises on your hips and your ass. For a moment, you fear it wasn't enough what you did.

But then he's pushing his hips up again with a loud groan, fucking into your creamy hole, hard and fast, just like you begged him to. And all you can do is moan loudly as you give yourself to him and let him pound you until you forget your own name. His tip is hitting your sweet spot with every thrust now, making more tears stream down your cheeks.

The heat in your stomach coils, and before you can even prepare yourself for it, you cum a second time, pussy clenching wildly around your boyfriend's cock as you cry out. You feel like you are going to shatter from bliss when Megumi presses you down onto his dick, fucking you hard through your orgasm.

You're sure the neighbors hear your loud horny cries as you are squirting heavily onto Megumi's cock.

Your body is jerking wildly, but Megumi's holding you down, keeping you right there on his dick. He's panting loudly as he slams his cock into you, his thrusts becoming more erratic the closer he gets to his own release, gradually losing control. You bite your lip because he's so hot like this. Megumi cumming is your favorite thing in the world.

And so you lift your head from his neck and look at his beautiful face. Flushed cheeks, hair even messier than usual, and his dark blue eyes wearing the sexiest fucked out expression when they meet your gaze.

You moan softly and run a hand through his silky hair while half-whispering, half-moaning:

"Hmm, please master, your little kitten needs your sweet milk inside her. Please pump me full of it."

You see something break in his gaze before his eyelids fall shut, and his head is lolling back onto the couch cushion.

He cums with a series of his pretty low moans and fucks his whole orgasm into you, pumping his cum into your pussy, making you take his full load. And you press down onto him obediently, being his good kitten and taking all his cum.

A while later, you are lying on the couch, body pressed close to Megumi's as he pulls a blanket over the two of you. His arms wrap around your waist, and he pulls you against him so you are chest to chest and you're face is buried in the crook of his neck. He hugs you tightly, his elegant, gentle fingers caressing your back lovingly.

"You're such a cute kitty. I really love the costume, babe. Was I too rough? I hope not."

You laugh softly and can't help but grin against his warm skin. That's so typical for Megumi. First, he fucks you like a slut and then cuddles you and takes care of you like you are made out of glass. It's cute. You press a soft kiss to his neck and sigh happily as you snuggle even closer against him.

"No, you weren't too rough. It was amazing. And I like it when you get a bit mean."

It's Megumi's turn to laugh.

"Well, I'm glad you like every aspect of my personality."

"Of course I do. I love you."

"I love you too, kitten."

He pulls the cat ear headband out of your hair and places it carefully on the couch table.

"We should keep that. You can wear it for me again sometime. I think I just became a cat person on top of being a dog person."

Thank you for reading! I could finally feed my dom!Megumi obsession with this. It would be super nice if you let me know how you liked it. Thank you <3

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geltears · 2 years

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promises, promises and more promises

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Rindou doesn't understand why you stay with him

Rindou stands frozen in the doorway of your shared-penthouse with his eyes blown wide in shock as you grip his shoulders for support and tiptoe to kiss him; once on his cheek, then his nose before finally, flat on his lips. You walk back to where you came from, leaving him standing there with a face so embarrassingly flushed red that no one would believe the two of you have been married for two years-- going on three years this spring. He touches his cheek, as if still in shock that you kissed him, that you're his; the rings that you both wear and your wedding photos that you refuse to take off the wall, proof enough.

He blinks and hisses, shakes his leg when his mind registers the sudden stinging pain by his ankle. You come running towards him, again, with your arms outstretched in some sort of a greeting, to which Rindou opens his arms too in welcoming. However, much to his dismay, you drop to your knees once you near him and for a moment something pregnant with lust and amusement flickers of his face and he thinks, oh? that type of greeting. You seem to be full of surprises today because there is no greeting, he realizes once he looks down and sees you scooping up a small, white kitten.

Ah, he hears himself say, that makes much more sense. Four, maybe five, seconds pass, consisting only of you staring up at him cluelessly and the soft purring of the kitten that he assumes is in protest of the affection that he is yet to give it. Rindou makes no move to pet the cat because one, you don't own a cat, at least, not since he last saw you this morning when you kissed him good luck (and good bye) before he left for work. And two, he has already had a bad start with cats, he has never been very fond of them since that one time when he was merely eight and a stray cat ate his goldfish. Still, he extends his hand towards the white ball of fur because if it's for you, he'll do anything just once.

The laugh you let out when the cat (that you're yet to name because you honestly, weren't sure if Rin would let you keep it) bears it's teeth at your now seemingly coward husband, is ridiculously loud and filled with too much joy (or so Rindou thinks), causing him to quickly pull his hand away and shoot you a glare that is both stern but filled with love. Because this is you we're talking about, his very very pretty wife that he would flip the world over for. "It's ok Rin, you don't need to play with him," you say lightheartedly. He hasn't told you to get rid of it so no, there is no need for you to pick a fight with him, even though, deep down, you know that if he said he didn't want it you'd probably, most definitely, take it back to the pet shop.

You kiss his cheek before walking off into the kitchen where he can see you've already set the table and plated the food, which once he gets closer, he realizes is now cold. So perhaps, he's kept you waiting. It makes his heart sink. He doesn't realize you've dropped the cat until he sees it circling his leg, he suddenly becomes stiff and rigid, the fear that the small, little animal will somehow hurt him resurfaces in his mind. "Did you wait long?" he mumbles, a small frown playing onto his lips while you tug him towards the table. You shake your head and his frown deepens. You'd never say yes because you've just always been like that: too nice and too sweet to him, the type of wife to hold back your tears on nights when he comes home bruised and bloodied.

He remembers that night, not too long ago, when he came home soaked with bright red, painting your newly bought rug red with his own blood (not the blood of people he's killed, like usual). The image of you leaning over the tub to stitch the shallow gash in his chest while you struggled to not run to the toilet and vomit, as well as burst into tears, haunts him. Yet, he comes home every day to you running to kiss him at the door and he's surprised each time that the penthouse isn't empty-- that you haven't left.

"Rin? Are you listening?" you beckon, waving your had in front his face. He blinks, slowly, before nodding and picking up his chopsticks to eat. Now, he actually does listen to you as you tell him about the blue bird that flew into the house this morning, not too long after he left, and about the jellyfish you saw on tv that reminded you of his hair-- at this, he laughs because you, only you, are allowed to make fun of his hair. You wave your hand across his face again and he realizes he's been mindlessly staring at you but now, when he tries to refocus on what he was looking at, he can't remember.

Sorry, I'm sorry, he whispers against your skin before kissing the diamond on your wedding ring. You remember scolding him for how much it cost when he proposed to you, he only laughed and slid it onto your finger, mumbling something about but it's what you deserve. You have no idea what he's apologizing for (you think, he doesn't know either) but you smile at him like a silly little girl because your big bad, gangster of a husband is kissing your knuckles, one by one.

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Batty boys pt.2

(Sorta related to the bat one you just posted) I would like a poly lost boys with the reader finding four bats on their way home. One of them is hurt and they take them in to treat them. Next day they wake up and is shocked to see 4 punk teenagers asleep instead of bats.

Hope you like this one anon <3

Also here is the link for the similar story written by another user, more Marko-centric

It had been over a week since you had housed the four flying puppies and not much had changed, you had continued with your shitty diner job and trying to get back into studying in your own time. The only difference was the rise in motorcycles going by your work and through the streets at night, not that you lived in a suburban haven or anything, but your apartment was a good bit away from the main area of town and the local riff-raff.

Still, you did miss them, their cute wide eyes and soft fur. You had gone to visit the local animal shelter, walking through the long hall of strays and pets of those who went missing. Sighing you shook your head, you wanted to get out of Santa Carla someday and you were broke as shit, investing in another living thing would do you no good.

Rain began pelting you on your way home, the sky was already fairly dark and you wanted nothing more than to curl up on your sofa with the tv on and a glass of vino to keep you company. The week had been long with back-to-back shifts for the past six days but you could enjoy your weekend off. Fortunately, it was nearing summer and so the tips were getting better, your savings were singing praises to you each night as you added a good extra couple of bills on top of your usual deposit.

Entering the local convenience store you nodded to the lady behind the till, her curly red hair and heavily applied purple eyeshadow standing out on her pale wrinkly face. Spotting what you desired you grabbed the bottle, for three dollars it wasn't too bad, sweetened with cherry syrup your grandmother had sent you from Nevada it made quite the treat. Grabbing some snacks with a couple of painkillers you went to pay, looking back outside as the rain got heavier and heavier.

Soon the sound of it was drowned out as the motorbikes you had heard the past few nights sped past, slowing as they went by the store, still you were unable to see who was riding them through the murky glass. As you left you passed by the slim alleyway behind the store, stopping when you heard a bin rattle a little, it didn't happen again after a few minutes so you shrugged began to pick up your pace again.

Wait

Looking back as you heard it, the familiar squeaks of a little furry animal, not like a raccoon or a cat. No, this was just like the ones you heard all those nights ago. Stalking closer you fought to see through the thick rainfall.

You could see it now, hidden behind the two metal trash bins, a mop of blonde rugged hair. One of the bats! You gasped, moving faster as you saw it was trapped between some discarded wires, as it began to fuss they dug deeper into its fur and irritated its skin. Its pained cries were enough for you to shout for it to stop moving as you went to free it.

Just barely missing its teeth as it lunged for you, intending to rip the flesh from your hand as it yowled.

"Hey! Hey! It's ok, I'm trying to help."

Paul stopped when he heard your voice, his dark blue-toned eyes looking into yours, he hadn't understood David's plan when the snowy blonde had told him to transform so he could wrap him up in the back of an alley. He had half the mind to rip his face off when he placed him behind the smelly dumpsters. The horse-tranquilizer he had taken was preventing him from becoming too excitable and irritated, but there was nothing worse than being dumped away from home and tied up when the night had only just begun.

He hadn't expected to see you again, in his tiny form he was always fairly vulnerable, they all were. But as soon as he heard your voice he felt more at peace than he ever had before. Your soft bright eyes staring down at him as you tried to soothe him to a point where he wouldn't attack you, he suddenly felt quite bad for lunging towards your hands before.

When you realised the small creature recognised you it was clear things would be much easier, soon enough you had gotten the tight wires off of him, scratching yourself on some of the sharper points in the process. Every time his eyes seemed to get darker, it made you laugh nervously, everyone joked about how bats were just vampires in disguise and you wondered just how much of that was true.

You tucked him into your coat, shivering as his cold dampened fur pressed against you. It was a short ten minute walk to your home so you wouldn't feel it for long, the sooner you got back to warmth the better.

"Don't worry little guy I'll patch you up n'everythin" he looked up at you with wide loving eyes, enjoying as you coo'd softly at him and rubbed his fluffy head. Zipping your coat up you kept one arm inside to keep him up, wrapping around him and rubbing soft circles into his side.

By the time you got back you were thoroughly soaked, praying you wouldn't be too ill tomorrow as you took off your coat and hung it up beside your door. Sliding off your trainers as you balanced the bat in one arm, he had now moved to dig his claws into your sweater, clinging onto you as you headed towards the room he was most familiar with.

The night they had spent with you was one they all cherished, as soon as you fell asleep all but him had turned back to their more mortal forms, pressing soft touches against you before they explored your home. Paul however had refused to move and had ensured his face never left your chest until David pulled him away and threw him out the window just two hours before the sun would rise.

Now he understood the plan, Paul was an airhead and the most likely to act on his more animalistic traits, essentially when Paul was a bat he behaved like a dumb bat. So it would be less likely for your silly human mind to catch on to them.

You placed him on your bed atop a towel you had used to dry your hair earlier on, you would have to shower again or maybe have a bath to heat yourself back up. Changing out of your jeans, sweater, and t-shirt you began to hunt for some comfy pjs, for now you would just wear a baggy t-shirt you had found for a dollar in a thrift store.

Paul was loving this. His sweet little mate prancing around him as he just sat there oogling you, had he been in his other form you would have screamed and ran away, but for now, you just thought he was some helpless creature. His brothers were nudging his mind, trying to get a peek, but he was devoted to keeping them out. A little payback for earlier.

If you would just turn around-

He whined as you put a shirt on, hiding the best parts of you from his view. Hearing what you assumed to be a sound of pain from the creature on the bed you walked back over, crouching down in front of him as you began to dry him off, checking over for any wounds. It seemed as though as you wiped the small specks of blood away that whatever scratches he had obtained from being tied up had already healed.

Fussing his head you wrapped him up, "stay here little one, the human has to warm up so you can sleep here for now", you missed the way his eyes flashed at the pet name, Paul had half a mind to transform and show you just how little he wasn't. Thinking better of it he accepted his fate and let you bundle him, surrounding him with a blanket that was on the end of your bed as you went into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom.

You decided to run a bath, it was the weekend so why not treat yourself, as the hot water flowed into the basin you collected some oil and soap from the small shelf in the corner, opting for everything lavender scented since it usually helped you wind down. Hearing some rustling in your room you were tempted to go check on the little guy but thought better of it, there wasn't much damage a small thing like that could do.

As you climbed in you let out a long sigh, it was perfect and immediately soothed your sore muscles who had been crying out to you all week. You must have been lying there for a good twenty minutes before your fingers pruned up, soon enough your body would be numb and the water would cool down.

In the other room, Paul had already turned back and was now flicking through the cassettes on the shelf across from your bed, he had the strong urge to put something on, hating how quiet it was compared to the cave. He turned towards the window when he heard a soft tap and was met with Markos gleaming green eyes staring back at him, opening it the boy immediately climbed through and was followed closely by Dwayne and then David, each one patting him on the head or squeezing his cheek while telling him what a 'good little guy' he was like some precious puppy.

He swatted their hands away before stepping back and plonking on the bed, sprawling out as he let his brothers get on with what they were waiting for. Dwayne tsked at Marko as he headed towards the bathroom where you were, reminding him that the door wasn't solid and you would be able to see his silhouette if he got too close. Marko just grinned sheepishly before moving away and towards your closet, wincing as it creaked from him opening it.

David growled, stopping when he heard you still in the bath, clearly listening out for anything else. When you continued he sent the other three a dark glare, warning them to be careful, they wanted to keep their secret safe for now.

Dwayne had followed him out of the bedroom and was now perusing the kitchen, noting how you had hardly anything in your cupboards and fridge, the things that were there were mostly premade meals, ramen, fruit, and other nutrition free snacks. Oh and a considerable amount of liquor. He debated doing a grocery run for you and David nudged his mind, not to say no, more of a 'make it sneaky' nudge.

David was looking out the window that led to your garden, your home was small, made for no more than two people, and usually lived in by old retired couples who wanted something simple. It explained how archaic some features were, but you had painted it and collected some simple furniture over the years you had lived there. Rifling through your wallet and checking your ID told him that you were twenty-five, but he knew a fake when he saw it, you were most likely a runaway of sorts. An experienced one too. Hopefully, it wouldn't affect how trusting you were when you finally met them.

They all froze when they heard you pull the plug and begin drying yourself off, soon enough you would be leaving and they had no desire to head off. Talking through their mindlinks they made a plan, each returning to your room and shrinking down after stashing their boots under your window outside.

By the time you were dry and smooth from your berry-scented lotion, the bathroom was a foggy mess, leaving the door wide open and heading to the window so you could air out the room. Santa Carla was warm enough and the rain would soon be dying down. You stopped as you passed your bed, you had glanced once to check on the blonde put but did a double take when you spotted something more.

There were four of them. All four of them.

Four sets of large beady eyes looked up at you, the blond one you had nestled before was now on top of the towel with his three friends standing on either side of you. It was creepy. All four of them stood at attention and looked at you as though they were waiting for something to happen. You glanced over at the window realising it was already fairly wide open.

But how...

You could have sworn it was closed when you went to take your bath, shaking your head you ignored it, going to get the soft flannel pajama set you had chosen to change. It was still on your dresser, fortunately, slightly crumpled and the underwear you had chosen was missing, glancing behind you you saw the bats were still watching you. Shuddering you turned to the draws beside your closet and pulled out a pair of boxers.

Letting your robe drop as you bent to slide them on, ignoring the shuffling behind you. Once you were dressed you decided to layer it with a jumper, your hair was still wet and the cool breeze coming through the window was seeping into your bones. You turned back to the row of deviants on your bed, not knowing what to do with them.

I mean first of all, "how the hell did you guys know how to get in here?", after your first meeting you had decided to head down to the library and grab a book on bats and learned that they actively avoided serious rain, even a light drizzle wasn't appreciated by them. They made no noise, just glanced in unison towards the window.

Shaking your head you muttered a small "whatever", ignoring the growl from the snowy blonde as you walked away and to your kitchen. You had one plan for tonight and that was to drink til the world became a lot fuzzier.

The boys were listening to you move around, not knowing if you were coming back or not.

David

Wait

He kept listening, ignoring Paul as he bounced on his haunches, when they realised you were settling in he nodded and let them move.

You were pouring a glass of the wine you had bought, a VHS copy of The Princess Bride was already in and running through the ads as you prepared to wind down for the evening. You were opting to ignore the four batlings in your bedroom, deciding your mental energy was drained too much to handle them at the moment.

Click

click

"What the fu-" freezing as you began to speak, thinking someone was throwing tiny stones at your window. This was much worse, or better. Either way, it was incredibly funny.

There they were, hobbling towards you, the four of them following one after the other with the snowy blonde leading the ranks. It was comical, and strange. Maybe they had formed some sort of attachment to you, they didn't seem like babes though, their teeth being fairly worn were evidence of that. They stopped as they saw you, resuming the line of defense stance they had taken on the bed. Rolling your eyes you reached into your fridge, pulling out a couple of peaches that were already sweet and ripe.

Cutting them up and placing them onto a plate you nodded towards the four, "this is what you wanted right?"

Not expecting a response you walked to them and put the plate on the ground in front of them, fussing a few of their heads as you stepped around them and towards your cosy sunken in couch that was across from the second-hand tv you scored at the market one day.

It wasn't long before they had begun to scuttle over to you, using their sharp claws to pull them up so they could sit next to you, the only one actually interested in the food you sacrificed for them was the fluffy blonde. He was quickly devouring each piece and you were debating taking them away from him in case he threw up.

Your plans were soon thrown out the window as the darkest one climbed up and onto your shoulder, his paws holding onto your hair and sniffing loudly. Giggling you tried to push him away, but he only clung on tighter.

"S-stop! That tickles-" pushing him away as his claws finally reached your skull, pushing him towards a small pillow on the back of the couch. He accepted but continued holding onto and playing with a small bundle of strands. Better for them to be focused on something other than destroying your house. The other blonde, the one with curly tufts of hair all of his body, was tugging your clothes as though he was a fashionista judging you for your drab outfits.

You petted his head softly and he leaned into the touch, to be fair to them you had missed this, it was like a non-commital pet.

David was busy probing your mind, watching as you twitched every so often as you felt small pieces of pressure beneath your skull, he didn't learn much about your past or about anything he hadn't already learned from the first time you met. You were a fairly predictable little human, following a similar routine and having few desires, it was what made it so easy for them to plan everything out.

They stuck by you as the evening ended, watching as you went through another two glasses of wine by the time the movie was over, you stumbled as you went to the kitchen, putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave to snack on and pouring a fourth glass. The dark-haired one was still on your shoulder and squeaking softly in your ear.

Paul and Marko were tussling on the rug in front of the TV, growling and nipping at each other, they had gotten pretty aggressive before but had calmed down when you tried to get in between them and threatened to throw them out.

It was time for a scarier flick now, you placed your drink and snack down before walking to your cupboard, picking out Amityville Horror and swapping out The Princess Bride for it. As it began the snowy blonde bat crawled into your lap, leaning his back against your stomach with his legs stretched out in front of him as you began to stroke him softly.

David was in heaven, it wasn't often he indulged himself with any form of affection but he was willing to enjoy the gentle petting you were giving him. He recognised the movie playing, Paul and Dwayne had forced him to watch it multiple times when it first came out. It was fairly dark and gruesome so he couldn't understand why someone who lived alone would want to watch it so late at night.

By the time it was over you were on edge, you wanted to watch something a little less lovey-dovey but you forgot how creepy it could be. Even worse it was based on real-life events. Shuddering you took the bowl and empty glass to the sink, you would clean them tomorrow but for now, you just wanted to crawl into bed and let your fuzzy head pull you into a sweet slumber.

Brushing your teeth had suddenly become the hardest task in existence, the one on your shoulder was trying to bite down on your toothbrush while the curly-haired blonde was climbing up your pant leg, nipping you with his tiny claws. He ignored you as you tried to swing him off, just holding on tighter and looking up at you with demon eyes.

Once you had finished he was already halfway up your back and trying to join his friend on your other shoulder, continuing the trend of sniffing and tugging on your hair. Accepting defeat you climbed onto your plush mattress, curling up under the warm duvet, you would leave the window open so they could leave if they pleased since you had no desire to trap them inside to do their dirty business.

Soon enough the other two had joined you, the fluffy blonde resuming his favourite position against your chest while the snowy one took up guard at the end of the bed, shoving half of his body under the end of the quilt.

You would have to read something on bat behavior and human-bat relationships, doubting that their actions were normal for the usually avoidant nocturnal creatures.

As your mind began to drift away you felt something rubbing circles on your side as the soothing purring sounded from all around you.

You woke with your head buried against something warm, feeling a familiar pressure behind you you tried to turn only to find yourself trapped. Something was wrapped tight around your waist and thighs, looking down you saw an arm...or arms?

Beginning to panic you tried to move only to find your feet also weighted down, your body was overheating and the sun shining past the curtains wasn't helping. Whoever these people around you were, whatever they were, they were deep sleepers. As you twisted your body and pulled their arms away from you they barely moved an inch.

Once you were freed you stood in front of your window, looking at the four men who were in your room.

"Oh my god"

Gone were the four sweet bats that had fallen asleep cuddling you, in their place were four punks, snoring peacefully completely unaware of your terror. Nothing in your brain could explain what had happened, you had grown up on stories of vampires but this was something else.

As you continued to assess them you realised their hair matched those of the smaller beings they had replaced, one with a long blonde mane, one with glossy dark brown hair way past his shoulders, one with a curly blonde mullet and a platinum blonde mullet at the end of the bed. Each had hands and feet with long sharp nails, claws.

You were frozen for a good few minutes as you thought of a plan, you couldn't take them all on alone and you were sure if you tried to sneak past them they would wake up and try and capture you before you got help. It was then you saw how huddled together they were, beneath the platinum blonde's feet were a few rays of sunshine peeking through that he kept twitching away from.

Glancing at the curtain you realised that the window was still partially open and a slight breeze was blowing through, killing two birds with one stone you decided to test a theory, either way you would get an escape route and possibly find out if they were part of the undead. Gripping the cloth in your hands you took a deep breath before tugging it half-open.

If your heart was beating fast before it was thundering now, thrumming like a hummingbird's as four deadly growls sounded from the beings in front of you as they leapt up. Flattening against the walls on either side of your room, the only one still in front of you was the long blonde who was crouched behind your bed.

Four pairs of copper coloured eyes met your own as steam clouded their forms.

Holy shit

David wasn't prepared for this, they were supposed to leave long before the sun came up, realising now that they had fallen asleep with you. and trapped themselves in your home till the sun went down. Of course you were going to wake up, you weren't a creature of the night like them and the sun would naturally call to you.

Being woken up by the burning feeling of the sun scorching their skin was less than desirable. Even worse you were staring at them like a scared rabbit, wide eyed and shaking slightly as you held your curtain open. Nobody moved and the boys still needed a moment to recover, the pull of the sun was exhausting them but they couldn't rest while you were aware of what they were, it put them in too much of a dangerous position. David just needed to convince you to work in their favour, if he could just get a good look in your eyes, it would help if his feet weren't currently blistered but that could wait for now.

"Kitten..."

A soft voice drawled to your left and you met the eyes of the platinum blonde, he was staring at you with silent rage and you stepped closer to the window. Before you could he moved closer, reaching for the arm that was still in the shadows, you pulled away before he could get a hand on you, exposing the other side of the window as the curtain opened further, trapping him in the corner as he growled low in his throat.

This was going to be a long day.

#dwayne tlb #the lost boys fic #the lost boys #tlb #marko the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys david #the lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys angst #the lost boys x reader

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unluckilyimnot · 2 years

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Toxic relationship || Tokyo Revengers pt.3

Request: "when they are going to realized that they love her, only when she's already gone" - @jelly1ce69

Characters: Chifuyu, Kokonoi, Mikey (bi!reader), Draken, Baji, Rindou.

Type: angst, fluff.

Warnings: swearing, mention of suicide (mikey)

Words count: ~1,900

Part.1 || Part.2 || m.list

Requests are open

Ok so I'm putting all of them here (bc I probably didn't understand the first assignment lmao) I'm not putting Izana cause he's dead and i couldn’t break my heart with Chifuyu, sorry. I'm happy to see that you want a part 2 of this slsls thank you sm !

Also, i just pass 400 folowers, thank you so much 😭🤍 !! I was thinking about doing something with a prompt that i could find, are you interested ? (I don’t want it to flop yk)

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there're any mistakes

Chifuyu

Chifuyu doesn't want to loose you for something that stupid, bit on the other hand he can't see how you can come back to him now. He's so scared to call you, or just text you. You just won't answer, convincing himself that you hate him. But he has to see you tomorrow and can't stop thinking about it. His head is a jungle and he's losing in mind exploring all the possibilities that could happen.

Let's just say that he never finds sleep this night. Watching the hours passing by while petting Peke J. Each sighs deeper than the last one. Turning around and taking his cat in his arms, he looked at him in the eyes, praying for him to don't attack on his own . "You think she would accepted to talk to me tomorrow?" Chifuyu started, asking advice from his cat like he could answer. "He really can't lose her, I love her Peke J..." A breathy laugh passed through his lips : he was desperate and felt ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to see you, hold you. Just make it up to you because he was freaking dumb and messed up everything. He falls asleep without realizing it, tiredness killing him at some point.

Next morning, he would wait in front of your classroom to see if you wanted to talk to him or not. But Chifuyu knows that he wouldn't be able to contain himself. So when you pass by him, saying a little "hi" he thought he would cry. You weren't ignoring him in the end and, without thinking about it, he takes your fingers with his hand softly. Looking at him curiously, you wait to see if he would say something or not. Yes, you were still thinking about yesterday, but you still love him in the end, and really hope that you two can go through this together.

"You can cut your hair," whispers the blond boy without looking at you. His gaze was on the floor, next to your shoes. He couldn't look at you, but out of shame. He should've reacted like this yesterday. "I'm sure you're gonna be amazing with short hair, you're pretty no matter what !" He says as he finally looks at you, regret in those beautiful blue eyes. He hurt you yesterday and wants to make it up to you. On the other hand, you were surprised. Sure that he doesn't change his mind, but he was accepting you as you wanted to be and you could cry if your makeup wasn't just done. Instead, you blush, taking his hand in yours.

"Thank you Chifuyu..." You say before kissing his cheek. "It means a lot." It was his turn to blush but he didn't take his eyes off you. "I don't want to lose you for this, I love you."

Kokonoi

He tried to call you, multiple times. He just couldn't let you go, he loves you too much now. But you disappeared from his life for weeks. The fact was that you worked with them now, he teaches you everything to keep you close to him, always.

So you did your work from your own apartment for months before officially coming back to your office in the building.

Yes, he tried to go to your place to talk about it but you never opened. You couldn't face him after this. You still remember how you dyed your hair brown the exact same night. Crying but happy to never have to see your perfect blond hair that you hated now.

When Koko saw you, smiling at Sanzu, with your brown hair, he thought he would cry. His pretty girl was smiling at another man and changed just for him to not see her like another person.

He was already seeing you as yourself, and he really hopes he would have explained it to you.

Instead, he started to see and talk to you like a simple coworker when you were growing closer to his teammates, making him feel sick.

He just couldn't move on, but bottle up his feelings to not hurt you more.

Mikey

He hates the fact that you were right, that he couldn't live without you. That he was crying himself to sleep most of the night. He missed your arms holding him during his darkest night, when he was on the edge of ending his life. Mikey was the one who couldn’t do anything without you by his side, and he knew it from the start. But he hurts you, and now you are gone. He knows he can’t bring you back to him, that you’ll never be okay with that. He hurts you enough.

It doesn’t mean that he didn't try. He called you a hundred times, leaving messages, coming to your place : he tried everything. But he never ever saw you. It was like you left the town after the argument, but when he asks his men about you, they say that you were still in town, going to your part-time job and classes normally.

He trusted them, but wanted to check by himself.

So one day he stopped by the café you worked at and saw you talking to another girl. He never saw her but she could be a friend you just met ; you didn't break up that long ago but still.

He was about to get off of his bike when the girl kissed your cheek, surprising you, before leaving with a blush on his cheeks. That was a shock for him, and seeing you fluttered from where he stand was the worst.

How? How could you move on that easily ? How could you let someone else in after the time you two spend together ?

Then he realized that he probably hurt you a lot, to the point that anybody could be better than him. So without trying to talk to you, he drove off, sure that you recognize this typical sound.

It was his last goodbye to you.

Draken

At the end of the night, you weren't back and, Draken can say whatever he wants, not having you by his side when he wakes up freaks him out. Of course he remembered what happens last night and was hating himself for it. You didn't have to know it, and he was still happy with you. As egoistic was this. Waking up, he grabbed his phone and tried to call you, panicked, just to heat your phone rings in the living room.

Walking towards the doorway, he finds you asleep on the couch and your heels still on. He lets out a released sigh, happy to see you safe. But he wasn't ready for his life from now on.

You two didn't really talk about it, you were sure that he remembered but acted like this event didn't happen, denying it. But on the other hand, you couldn't talk to him as sweetly as you used to. Couldn't let him hold you without knowing that he thinks of somebody else.

So one day, during a stupid argument, you just spit it out. "You're done with me ? Then you know what, Draken, I am too !" You screamed using his voice. "We're done ! You don't even love me anyway, and don't say I'm wrong," your breathless voice cut deeper than a knife in his heart. "We both know it's true... So I'm leaving."

"No, please, let's talk about it. I-'' Draken tried to grab your arm but you didn't let him, walking to your shared room and taking the first bag that came to your hand. "I don't want to, I'm hurt enough. I thought you'd change and finally could be happy you are the one not doing any effort." Putting your things with rage in the bag, you never looked at him because of the fear that your tears would show up.

You don't want him to see that, or to see his sad gaze. You're protecting yourself here.

"So fuck you and your obsession for her," you hardly say before looking at him in the eyes. "I'm leaving and I'll never come back. Good bye Ken." Then you walk past him, straight to the front door. Leaving him alone in your apartment with only his eyes to cry.

Baji

Let’s just say that Baji realized soon that your ex has that title for a reason.

She hurt him back then, and because of his naivety, she did it again.

Yes, you warn him that you don’t wanna talk to him after he broke up with you, he knew how much you loved him and how bad it hurt to be left out like this.

And he was still at your door, at 2am, waiting for you to open the door, or just answer his calls. He just wanted to see you, talk to you.

He should have come back with her, it was the worst mistake he ever made and felt like he’s gonna regret his whole life.

Hearing you walk on the other side, he knocked one more time, hoping that you will open this time. It never came, the door never opened, the only thing that changed was your voice, exhausted, telling him to go away.

“I just wanna talk to you, please let me in…” he begged you, his hand leaning against the cold furniture. “I shouldn’t have come back to her, you were right, you always were and I’m sorry I didn't listen. I’m sorry, please I just want to see you,” he pleaded one last time before waiting for your answer.

He regrets every single one of his choices but still wants you back. You were the best thing that ever happened to him.

“Go away Baji,” you coldly say. “We have nothing to do together now.”

As you walk away from the door, he could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks along with his heart breaking one more time.

Rindou

He thought that he didn’t get attached to you for those two months when you were together. You were annoying, touching him and asking for too much, all the damn time. He was released when he finally told you about the bet.

Like, you saw him ? How could he stay with someone like this? That’s what he was saying since you left, convincing himself more than anyone else.

His brother never believed him tho. Ran sees how Rindou looks at you from afar, how he still mentions that you like this or that when they’re out together. That you used to get him at that café and even remembered your order. He fell deeply in love with you in the end, but could never admit it.

Cause he fucked up, and he knows it. He hurt you, your feelings, your pride and he hated himself for it. He’s scared you won’t be confident because of what he did, he wants to make it up.

But he’s not dumb and even if he wears glasses, he clearly saw that guy that always comes to see you, sit next to you during the break, bringing you your favorite drink. The same guy that makes you laugh after Rindou breaks your heart, that probably makes you feel pretty based on how you easily blush around him.

You find someone better than him, that won’t put you in danger and doesn't hurt you.

So Rindou felt better to protect his own heart by saying that you were nothing more than a bet, denying his feelings till they're gone.

Tag! : @imjustanuser I know other person wanted it but i just can't tag you :( I'm so sorry I don't understand why

I hope you liked it ♡

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christinebloodwrittings · 2 years

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Hi again my amazing mutual ❤️✨️ May I request a story with Loki and a female y/n who is a werecat, a werepanther to be precise. Loki has a fascination with cats (he is 1000% a cat person) he's always attempting to make y/n purr or exhibit other cat like behaviors. And he knew she was a werecat but he though she was a domestic cat and is quite suprised to find out she's a panther. Idk I just think his shock would be very funny!!

You ask I write! Thank you so much honey 💖

Another Loki x beast! Are we having a phase?

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!PantherReader

Summary: Loki's fascination for cats only grows when he meets the new member of the Avengers, a werecat named Y/n.

Warnings: (Again, it's not bestiality!) Fluff.

Loki taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @lucky-foxface @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @apine7 @beakami @lokiprompts @llaufeysondggerxx @ilovefanfictions

Kitten

Loki has been obsessed with cats ever since he got to meet them on earth. He found a stray on the street, a black cat with green eyes meowing for food or attention. He made sure no one was looking then he knelt down and gave the little animal a piece of the kebab he got at the market.

It meowed and emitted a vibration unknowingly pleasant to him, that’s how he fell for cats.

Often, he would sneak back from a walk with two to three cats hidden in his coat, to later play with inside his room. He loved the softness of the fur, the purrs they emitted when he petted them, their tiny meowing, even the biting, although mostly were playful bites, they didn’t hurt at all. He was in love with those little animals.

One day, he had come back from a cat café, those places where you can enjoy a cup of coffee and play with cats, smelling like catnip. As he was… well, he, the waitress had put some catnip in his hands so that the cats would purr around him, -he was very happy when they actually started to purr- he had a great time.

However, when he returned to the tower, the common room was in chaos. It was not uncommon for it to happen, but there was never a black panther loose in the room.

"Loki! Brother help us!" Thor was on the dining room table while the panther looked at him as if he was going to eat him, "What the hell is that thing doing here?" he whispered to Stark, he was behind a plant. "The panther is an agent, it happens that she loses control sometimes" the panther roared taking into account Loki's presence, coincidentally the elevator doors closed behind him, leaving him with no escape.

The animal prepared to pounce on him, Loki already had a spell in mind, however in a quick turn of events the animal got close enough to his hands, and cautiously began to sniff, his pupils widened and like any other cat, it began to purr.

The stunned agents came out of their hiding places, dumbstruck watching the animal rubbing its head against Loki’s hands, “How?!” Barton loosened the cable that held him and Widow to the ceiling, “I have a way with animals it seems” he pretended to show off his talents, but he really had no idea what he was doing, much less what was going on.

“Well, stay with her until she transforms back, Dolittle” Stark left with a wink, “Were you seriously on top of the table?” Loki laughed at Thor, “Barton was on the ceiling” his smile fell and pointed with his finger at the archer, that made the trickster laugh, “You’re unbelievable, scared of an overly grown cat” he scoffed as he lead the panther to his room.

“Ok, just don’t eat my friends” the panther meowed in response, jumping on top of his bed and stretched, “Great, yes do that and scratch my bed while you’re at it, fantastic” he grumbled under his breath, “An agent that can turn herself into a cat, I saw it all now” Loki sat down on a puffy couch he had by the window.

Now that he remembered, you had the same ability. Only, he had only seen your ears and tail pop up, oh how he wanted to touch them, they looked so fluffy and soft, but never really asked because he really becomes a shy mess around you.

The panther stirred and groaned, perhaps out of tiredness, suddenly the shape of the animal shifted to a seemingly human one, "Ugh my head!" That voice, the god was far too stunned to speak. It was you.

"Y/N?!" You turned around groggily, blinking several times before getting a clear image, "Loki? Hi" your face adopted it's original shape and aspect, same to the color of your eyes and the shape of your pupils.

"You're a panther?" He said more like stating a fact, but still asking just to be sure, "Yeah, I know it's s... but you had seen my ears before, how come you didn't picked up on that?" he turned his head down to look around him, "I thought you turned into a cat, like this one" he scooped up Sammy, a black cat with white paws, it almost made you laugh.

"Oh, well now you know" you let out a nervous laugh, "Uhm, would it be too much of me to ask you to help me to my room? I can barely see" seeing you all sheepish around him made his hands stop shaking, "You can rest here, I have kittens" he handed you one of the littlest ones.

"Thank you, but I need my medication, soon the muscular pain is going to kick in and it will hurt" you tried to stand up through your knees being unresponsive, so moving wasn’t a good idea, he saw that. Moving next to you, Loki spoke, "Really? How much?" he seemed concerned, but he made it sound as if he was curious, partially true though; "Like I'm being burned alive" he caressed your hand, he had never done that, following your instinct you remained still, watching attentively all his movements.

"How does it look like? I'll get it for you" he didn't want to seem desperate, but your ears were showing and he thought there wasn’t going to be a better opportunity to ask you in the future. “It’s on my nightstand, it’s in a purple makeup bag” his hands glowed green for a second, materializing your purple bag.

“Awesome!” you gasped in awe, but as you were going to grab the bag, he put it behind his back, “I have a request” confused was an understatement, but you were intrigued too, “May I touch your ears?” while fighting a smile you tilted your head towards him, your ears twitching in anticipation.

His cold fingers reached your ears almost in the blink of an eye, the cold sensation sending electric chills down your spine. Then from the tip of your ears, she went down to the base, she had so much fun playing with how soft she was, until one of her hands cupped your face.

He had the sweetest smile, like a little boy petting a kitten, "You're so soft" came out of him unintentionally, but with such fascination that it was impossible to ignore. "Thank you" he heard your voice and the smile on his face vanished, instead a blush settled on his face.

“I-I…Uhm, I’m sorry, it…I just- I mean, words, right?” he trailed off, backing off while dying of embarrassment weirdly was a very cute look on him, it impulse you to stand up from the bed to plant a kiss on his cheek, “May I have my meds now?” Loki smiled still feeling your lips on his skin, he took advantage of the closeness he had with you to appreciate how beautiful your eyes are before answering.

"Of course" he made your medications appear in his hands, your opportunity to take the pills and his hand in the way, "Pleasure to make business with you Lokes” you brought up his hand to your face and slowly had his knuckles caress your cheek, bringing him closer and closer to a red blush panic, “By the way, next time you want to touch them” you cupped his cheek with one hand gently to keep him in place, then placed a kiss on his cheek again, this time adding a little pressure and making it longer, “Just ask” you finished with a smile and a wink as you made your way out of his room.

His knees collapsed after you left, the soft texture of your fur and his…you kissed him. Your relationship with Loki wasn’t really based on many long conversations, but in battle he knew you got his back covered. Your instincts were strong, and around him, you felt like there was no threat, like you could trust him, which allowed you to hang out in common places when he’s there.

But that was before he had your ears between his hands, one of your most sensitive areas, it felt disgusting with others, but oddly enough, not with him.

After a mission you found out you could turn into a smaller version of a panther, so as soon as you came back you jumped on his lap, knocking off the book on his hands, “Y/n? you are small” he swore he saw you wink as you settle on his legs, “I kinda want to see you Y/n, although this from is killing me, you’re so adorable” you changed back, still sitting on his lap with your arms around his neck, “Better?” you smirked while watching his cute blush grow.

“Yes. The mission went well?” his hands went to your hips to have you closer, “I’m a bit bruised, but I´m fine now” your smile grew taking notice of how his hands were placed, “Any chance I can take you to my room for a movie while I tend to your bruises?” he had been rehearsing that all day waiting for you, “In exchange of what, mischief?” “In exchange of petting you and pampering you…kitten” your eyes lit up, taking on an amber color and the pupils sharp as his daggers, “Call me kitten again mischief and I may play a trick on you” you weren’t threatening him, any cat owner could see you were just being playful, but as a wild bigger kind of cat it was hard to know. “I´m eager to see that” he smiled, getting closer to your ear, “Kitten” oh now it was on.

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Wine Drunk

steven grant x reader

I know I said I wasn’t going to post any fics this weekend, but this one was almost finished and I couldn’t help it. I don’t believe that it’s my best work, but it’s a cute little thing so I hope somebody enjoys it.

This is a SFW oneshot for (implied) female reader with Steven Grant of the show Moon Knight. This work does not contain smut, however it may contain mature language or themes, and as a rule my blog is only for those over the age of 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Mentions of pet illness

Mentions of vomit

Alcohol/drinking

Drunkenness

General Steven and reader awkwardness

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You slammed the door to your flat, wincing as the sound made your eyes rattle in your head. After locking it tight and putting the security chain in place, you all but threw your bags across the room and onto your counter.

Your hair was wet, your socks were wet, your favourite boots had a hole in the toe, and you were just nearly run over by a cab. Overall, you’d had a crummy day and coming home to an empty flat was just the cherry on top. Your cat was at the vet, somehow he’d managed to swallow a paperclip meaning you had to rush him to the emergency centre on Wednesday evening.

The spring rain had you craving homemade chicken and rice soup, but the grocery store didn’t have any carrots, any long grain rice, or bay leaves. So instead you bought a bottle of rosé and a handful of Dairy Milk bars.

When your phone rang, you nearly threw it instead of answering, not in the mood to be bothered, but when you saw the name, you couldn’t help the small smile that came to your lips. Sliding the green emblem along its track, you answered the call and flopped down onto your couch with a light bounce.

“I have had the worst day,” you groaned, rolling over onto your side to face the door you’d just come in. Your hand reached down to remove your trashed boots and icky socks.

“So-so I guess that means you don’t want to go see a movie…” he chuckled as he said it, but there was a clear note of disappointment in his voice. You cursed mentally, just now remembering your commitment to go with Steven to see the old film that was playing at the local theatre this weekend.

“Oh, god, Steven. I completely forgot! I’m so, sorry, but I’m absolutely drenched. I got splashed with puddle water from a bus,” you felt like a child, whining the way you were, “And I’ve got to take a shower before I’m even halfway presentable-”

“I’s alright, (y/n),” he cut you off, “I completely understand. We’ll do a raincheck, eh?”

You chewed your bottom lip. You weren’t exaggerating, and the last thing you wanted to do was go out. But the thought of seeing Steven made you feel warm deep within despite the cold, wet clothes still clinging to you.

“I’ll let you go, yeah? Call me tomorrow if you’re feeling up to-”

“Steven, do you want to come over?”

The words flew out of your mouth, and you almost didn’t believe you’d said them.

He cleared his throat on the other end of the line, “What?”

“Would you want to come over? I know it’s no movie, but I was thinking-”

“I’d love to.”

There was silence for a minute, and then you remembered it was your turn to speak.

“Oh, uh, I’ll text you my address. Wanna be here in, say an hour and a half? That gives me some time so I won’t smell like street water when you get here.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” he hastily agreed, and you heard rustling in the background.

“Ok, well I’ll see you soon, then.”

“See you.”

“Bye, Steven,” you couldn’t help but grin to yourself when you said his name.

“Laters gators,” he signed off before a click let you know the line had been disconnected.

An hour and twenty-eight minutes later you were pacing your kitchen in your best loungewear, waiting to see if Steven or the delivery man would arrive first.

After your much needed shower, you scrambled around the flat to straighten up and feel like the place was at least half-presentable. You made your bed, picked up all the dirty clothes and clutter, and finally did the few dishes that were stacked up in the sink. In the last five minutes you’d set out bowls and chopsticks and wine glasses, all in nervous anticipation of Steven’s first ever visit.

You’d sent him your address before you got in the shower, and when you got out, he’d asked about dinner. Of course he’d offered to pick something up, but you told him you had an excellent working relationship with the delivery guy from the Vietnamese place three streets over, and that they had an excellent vegan pho according to reviews.

When you heard a knock at the door, you nearly jumped out of your skin, your fuzzy socks sliding on the hardwood floors as you rushed to see who it was. Through the spyhole, you saw a nervous looking Steven, who was holding the bag from the Vietnamese place by his side, some other grocery bag in another one, and a bouquet of multi colored gerbera daisies in the other hand.

It took far too long to get the door open so when you finally did, your face was a little flustered. But if Steven noticed he didn’t let on. The corners of his mouth twitched up in a smile when he saw you, and he lifted the hand holding the flowers.

“Thought these’d brighten your day,” he explained shyly as you took the bouquet from him and stepped aside to let him into the flat.

“Steven, you so did not have to do this,” you chided, but your wide gin betrayed how you really felt.

“I know, I know,” his back was turned to you as he unloaded the bags on your dining table, “But I wanted to. Oh, and since you didn’t let me pay for dinner, I picked up a bottle of your favourite red.”

His face fell when he turned, and saw the bottle of rosé sitting out on the counter, the own bottle he’d purchased in hand.

“Really, you’ve gone to far too much trouble, Steven,” you grinned, taking the bottle from him and over to the counter.

“I-I didn’t realise you’d already have-”

“Steven, I did tell you I had a horrible day, didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“I have a feeling that between the two of us, we can probably finish two bottles,” you smirked, cutting the foil open on the bottle of red. Steven was still standing awkwardly between the doorway and your dining table. “I see you met the delivery man.”

“Oh, um, yeah I did,” he nodded along to your words.

“Well, if you want to bring the food over here, I’ve got bowls and utensils out,” you nodded your head to the clean dishes. He brought over the large brown paper sack and was starting to unpack it when he noticed you struggling with the cork.

His hands hovered near his sternum, like he wanted to say something. Finally after your third curse word, he let it out. “Sorry, (y/n), but could I maybe help you with that? Not that you need it, but-”

“Please,” you smiled, handing the bottle to him and gliding around him to finish unpacking the food.

“Um, should I pour,” he turned to ask you, hip brushing your ass a bit due to the tight quarters.

“Sure, there’s an aerator in the top drawer there to your right. Supposed to make it taste better, I guess,” you chuckled. Steven found it without incident and in just another minute, the two of you had a rather full dinner in front of yourselves.

He started to sit at the dining table, but you made a face.

“Do you mind if we eat in the living room? Those chairs hurt my ass, and I promise I don’t care if you spill.”

Steven just shrugged agreeably and followed you to the cosy living area, the only seating being your beloved couch and a single thrifted armchair. You took your usual spot on the couch, and Steven was headed for the armchair.

“I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.”

He furrowed his brow.

“That’s my cat’s chair, he’s got it covered in his fur and if you sit there, you will be too.”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of your cat,” he grinned, plopping down on the end of the couch opposite you.

“You won’t, he’s still at the vets’.”

Steven’s chopsticks clattered into his bowl, “Really? What happened?”

You rolled your eyes, “Bloody bastard swallowed a paperclip on Wednesday, had to go have emergency surgery. They’re just keeping him for a while.”

“Oh, well, I’m still sorry to hear it.”

“Thanks. I’ve been kinda lonely around here without him,” you admitted to him before slurping at some of the broth in your bowl.

“I know I’d be lonely without Gus.”

“Who’s Gus?”

“Well, Gus’s my goldfish, see. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but…” Steven went on to tell you all about his one-finned goldfish and how much he liked sprinkles and looking at postcards.

By the time you finished dinner, and the bottle of red, you were giggling along to all of Steven’s stories, a heady buzz settling into your veins. He was still finishing his first glass, while you were swallowing your fourth.

“I’m going to grab the rose,�� you grinned wildly, standing off the couch and making your way to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you opened the bottle before starting to tote it back to the living room, which is when you noticed the chocolate on the table.

“Hey, you want a chocolate bar?” you asked, holding one up so he could see. He nodded, so you tossed the candy at him, and unsuccessfully tried to stifle your giggle when he fumbled with it for a moment before it finally landed in his lap.

“So, what about your day was so bad?” he asked as he held his glass out for you to refill it.

Now it was your turn to ramble. First you told him all about your ruined shoes, and how your feet got drenched almost first thing once you stepped outside. Then at work, the stomach bug was going around, so half your kids were out and the other half had just been out. Two boys got in a fight at recess, and then you had pickup duty after classes. Then there was your bi-weekly faculty meeting. They announced new budget cuts of course, and then some dumbass had nominated you to take over the after school arts program. You didn’t have anything against the program, but you didn’t have the time or energy to run it. And finally, at the beginning of your journey home, a bus splashed you with street puddle water.

“At least-at least I wasn’t Mrs. Harvelle,” you said through gasping laughs, Steven’s expressions and your high blood alcohol level making you laugh so hard you were crying, “Little miss head of the department, had not one, but two of her kids vomit in class. One of them was all over her shoes.”

Tears streamed down your face as you rocked back and forth, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh, god. I could never, ever be a teacher. One time a toddler threw up on the counter at work and I had to go hide in the back until maintenance cleaned it up. Donna was so pissed.”

By the time you’d both stopped laughing, the clock on your wall read 12:04, and your head was starting to ache a bit. The soft hum of rain on the roof and against the windows was beginning to pull you towards the land of dreams and you thought fondly of your bed just in the other room.

Steven seemed to notice the shift in your affect, glancing at the clock himself.

“I, uh, I should go,” he set his empty glass down on the table next to the pile of chocolate wrappers you two had made.

“You don’t have to.”

Steven’s mouth opened and closed a couple times, like he wasn’t sure what words he should use. But his answer was obviously not a positive one.

“God, I’m sorry,” you tucked your face in your hands.

“Wha-what are you sorry for, love?”

“I’ve just gone and made this awkward and now you’re not going to want to come over again and I just feel like an idiot for ruining everything.” Your drunken state had you crying again, although these were not happy tears.

“Hey, shh, it’s alright, yeah? You’ve not ruined anything,” Steven moved quickly, closing the distance between you. One of his large hands came to rub reassuringly on your arm, but when you leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to fall into his chest and sob.

“But I forgot our date, and then I spent the whole time bitching, and now I’m drunk crying,” you hiccuped, looking up at him through teary lashes.

“No, no, love. You’ve been wonderful. ‘Sides, how many times have you seen me when I’m all a mess, hmm?”

“A lot,” you sniffled, earning a chuckle from Steven above you.

“Look, you just need your rest, darling. Tha’s alright.”

You nodded into his chest, breaths coming more and more regularly now, the tears falling slower now.

“Ok? Let’s get you into bed,” he released you, and you nearly whined at the loss of contact. He was so warm, so familiar and comfortable, so Steven.

He helped you stand up and kept a steadying hand on your midback as you made your way to the bedroom. It was lit with dim lamplight and the sight of your bed nearly brought a new run of tears. You watched as Steven turned down your duvet and sheet, moving out of your way as you sat down and got comfy.

Steven smiled down at you as you fell back on the pillow. You couldn’t help but grab one of his hands that dangled by his side.

“I know-I know you don’t want to…but I need you to know that you can stay, if you want.”

His jaw clenched and his grip on your hand tightened.

“I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Steven stood in front of your vanity, leaning heavily against your porcelain sink. He’d never liked another person’s bathroom so much, but this one smelled like you.

“Marc, get out here. I need to talk to you,” he stared at himself in the mirror, speaking as sternly as he could while keeping his voice low. “Marc! Bloody hell, I need…”

“What?” his reflection twisted into a bored frown, and Steven resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“I’m at (y/n)’s flat. She wants me to stay over and-”

“Ooh, good on you Stevie. Finally going for it?” Marc interrupted his other, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“No, no. That’s not what-I’m not…Look, I want to stay over, but I need to know that you’re not going to take over and leave in the middle of the night or scare her or-”

“You’re just staying over?”

“She’s drunk and upset, so yes.”

Marc rolled his eyes, “Fine. Unless we are in mortal danger, I won’t take over.”

Steven breathed a sigh, releasing the coil that had built in his chest. He knew that was the best guarantee he would get from the alter, so he ran a hand through his hair, splashed some water on his face, and went back to your room.

You had turned over in bed so you were facing away from the door, but as he came around the end of it, he could see your eyes had shut and your lips had parted slightly.

He made quick work of shedding his sweater before crawling into the empty space next to you, careful with his movements so he wouldn’t disturb you, and gently lowered himself onto the mattress.

Reaching over, he pulled the chain to turn off the lamp. He laid in silence listening to your breathing.

You woke up in the morning with a killer headache and a dry feeling in your mouth, but all of that was momentarily forgotten when you tried to roll over, only to be met with something solid at your back. Scrambling to sit up, you were met with the sight of a fully dressed Steven, snoozing softly beside you.

His face was pressed into the pillow and his plump lips were parted slightly. As sunlight filtered in through the window, it highlighted his messy curls, and you found your hand hovering, wanting to reach out and run your fingers through them. You knew Steven didn’t sleep much, so you elected to leave him to rest as you found your way to your feet and fumbled for the water bottle you kept on your nightstand.

There was a slight chill in the air, and you rubbed at your exposed arms. But on your way to the closet to retrieve a sweatshirt, you noticed Steven’s discarded jumper on the back of your chair.

With your hands tucked into the sleeves of the oversized sweater, you made your way out into the kitchen and filled the kettle so you could start so tea or coffee, you hadn’t decided which yet.

It was almost noon when Steven emerged from your bedroom, creases from your pillow pressed into his face. He scrubbed at his cheek lightly, and you could swear you could feel your heart flutter.

“Oh, there’s my jumper,” he said sleepily, making you giggle.

(A/N: If it’s not super clear, Steven is wearing a t-shirt underneath his sweater.)

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bleedingheart-fics · 2 years

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Last Legacy M4 Reacting to MC (you) crying

I am feeling very sorry for myself right now. Sorry if these are ooc :[

Anisa

As soon as your lip starts quivering or tears form near your eyelashes, she is holding you.

I would like to petition that Anisa gives VERY good hugs. Tall muscle lady. She also smells nice.

She completely envelops you and cradles the back of your head in one hand. Rests your head in the crook of her neck.

Immediately muttering small comforting things.

“It’s ok, my love”

“I’ve got you”

“You’re safe here”

“You can cry, it’s ok”

Rubs your back with her free hand.

If you’re sitting down, Anisa pulls you into her lap and rocks the two of you gently.

If the two of you are close (I think either very close friends or partners) she will wipe your tears with her thumbs and then kiss those spots dry too.

In terms of vent/advice/distraction Anisa is best at letting you vent. She has definitely gone through Some Shit but she doesn’t want to burden you with that and also doesn’t feel like her life experience is particularly applicable to what you’re going through.

If it’s a person that made you cry she will offer to beat them up.

Sage

His initial reaction is “oh shit.”

He immediately wants to comfort you, but his actual reaction changes based on the situation.

If someone else made you cry he is Getting Them

> fuckingGETSyou.jpg

If he made you cry, he is backing up slowly with a horrified expression

“MC I am so so sorry, you know I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry, please…”

If it’s something unrelated, something that he didn’t do and isn’t something that can be fixed, he offers a hug.

He asks first, he is a gentleman under that… slutty cat man exterior /lh

Lets you pet his ears and play with his hair. He pretends to be grumpy about it

Sage is INSANELY protective of you regardless of whether the two of you are involved romantically or not.

I think platonic!mc x sage is a lot like his and Tulsi’s relationship

He is willing to kill for you. I mean all of them are, but he is ready and willing at any given moment.

In terms of vent/advice/distraction he definitely prefers distraction.

He’s not great at emotional vulnerability but he will 100% ask you if you want to go into town to get something to eat or go for a walk or something.

Felix

Panics for a few seconds.

I am a believer that Felix is very empathetic and feels Big emotions.

So especially if you two are close, he feels his heart drop to his stomach.

He would do anything to trade places with you and feel your hurt.

He approaches very slowly. He treats you like something fragile and he doesn’t want to break you.

If you don’t make any motion to back away or move forward, he will rub your back very gently.

If you move toward him or hug him, he will melt and hold you.

Presses his lips to your forehead and doesn’t move them for a while.

He will also press your foreheads together and wipe your tears as you cry.

He will listen to anything you have to say and nod emphatically to make sure you know he is listening.

If you’re crying because the two of you were arguing, he apologizes right away and backs down, even if he still thinks he is right.

Felix is hard headed, but above that he is down BAD for you.

He does not mind you getting tears and snot on him. He says you’ve seen worse of him and treated him better. You might feel bad because his clothes look fancy or whatever, but he is over the moon that you are seeking comfort in him of all people.

Rime

Current Rime? Rolls his eyes and walks away

Redemption!Arc Rime? Stops what he’s doing immediately.

When I say redemption arc, I mean he likes you now. I don’t care if he keeps murdering people that’s his business.

*softly* “hey.”

He cups your chin and tilts your head to look him in the eyes.

I feel like he still rolls his eyes but in an affectionate way. Pulls you into a hug too.

He pretends to be an ass about you getting tears and/or snot on his shirt but he doesn’t really care.

*aggressive comforting*

“Come on, the MC I know would never stoop as low as to cry over [person that made you cry]”

“Hey. You’re strong as hell and way out of their league. They don’t deserve your tears. And I’m not just saying that to make you stop staining my shirt”

Very much tough love

He is our advice out of the vent/advice/distraction comfort!

Rime’s advice is… questionable. But he makes you feel better in the moment

When you reach the resolution, he pulls you over to kiss you on the forehead before continuing on with whatever the two of you were doing before.

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shinsou hitoshi's more than happy to look after your cat while you're away.

he likes to converse with your catー not as in, "meow meow," more like, "pretty dull around here without y/n, huh?" he responds when it meows back, fondly stroking its fur, "yeah, i know. i miss them too."

when you ask him how they're doing over text, he'll send you photos like these:

with the last one captioned with "your cat's starting to act like u lol"

he also brought 2 more pieces of clothing for your cat, and he's shopping online for more while you're gone

when you ask for more photos, he sends you a video of your cat pouncing on his binding cloth, and your heart melts when you hear him softly chuckling in the background.

later he sends another photo, and it's your cat with a bow on its head. it takes you a whole minute to realize the bow's the binding cloth too. 💀 was he strictly told not to use it for anything other than fighting? yes. would aizawa mind if it's for accessorizing a cat? yes. 🗿 he'd want to ask for the pictures tho

overall, hitoshi would be amazing with your cat while you're awayー enough to make you worry that your own pet would start recognizing your boyfriend as its new owner and forget about you ☹ still, you love them both to death, and it's adorable to see them being best friends.

additional headcanons!

when you're cuddling with hitoshi and your cat walks by, it's a silent competition of whose lap or chest your cat decides to lie on

you also act a lot like a married coupleー your spoiled child being your cat of course. 🤩

he doesn't let you clean the litterbox when he's there, and he never lets you trim the cat's claws tooー even if your cat's not that aggressive, hitoshi won't risk seeing you with claw marks.

there was also this incident. (def not inspired by my own experience lmaolmao)

after hours of cuddling with your boyfriend (and your cat), you plant a kiss on hitoshi's temple as you finally get on your feet.

"y/n, wait. stay right there." you comply.

he starts brushing cat fur off the rear of your pants with his palm, and you look back at him like, 😨⁉️

he didn't mean to but he did it so aggressively it felt like he was slapping your ass 💀 and even asked nicely before doing it 😭

you had to reassure him that it's fine and he didn't mean it bc he just felt so bad and was ready to throw himself out of your house 😔

hitoshi's homescreen is a photo of you and your cat taking a nap together <3

yours is a photo of him with a dorky smile plastered on his face bc your cat was sleeping on his chest :)

another form of 'i love you' to hitoshi would be saying 'our cat' instead of 'my cat'

when your relationship starts getting more serious, he'll adopt another kitten with you, and you'll start acting even more like a married couple

when he sees you cradling one of the cats, the other one on his lap as usual, he thinks to himself, 'mhm, this is the life 🥰'

there'll also be a lot of, "seriously, hitoshi? in front of the cats?" and "y/n, the cats are watching."

that's either when you're having a light argument with hitoshi while the cats are around.

or you and hitoshi starting to have a steamy session w the cats just staring at you two like 👁〰️👁

note: no, idk what this is 🧍‍♀ i hate that this post is not even queued 😭 i reinstalled the app to write this bc i thought i'd only write a sentence or two idk what happened :,)

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starfishthestarfish · 2 years

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 5

Word count:681

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, Hybrid au, catboy!Felix, sub!Felix, pet(kitten)-owner relationship, male!reader, dom!reader, rut cycle, rough sex (like very rough-), anal penetration, dacryphilia, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected (DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME ;-;), ok bye.

This was actually very fun to write. :D

Felix's whole body trembled while he screamed once again, the very familiar feeling of an orgasm taking over him while his owner's hips snapped against him, making his back hit harder against the wall but he didn't bother. He laid his head back against the wall, legs locking his owner in place to not pull out while his owner came inside him too, eyes rolling back while moaning. He felt as if he would black out in any moment but he just couldn't get himself to ask his owner to stop, not in the middle of his heat when he was so desperate to feel his owner inside of him.

His owner did notice his state though, halting his actions and looking up to him from where their bodies joined. Felix whined loudly at the loss of friction.

"Kitten...?" Felix faintly heard his owner call out to him, panting heavily and eyes closed. Why had he stopped? He wanted him to keep moving, he needed it. He tried opening his mouth to protest but no sound came out, his throat just felt too sore from screaming. "Kitten? Are you still with me?" Felix moved his hips slightly, a small whine leaving his lips. His owner kissed his cheek, trying to catch the other boy's attention. "I won't be able to keep on if you don't answer me, kitten..." Felix let out a small meow, followed by a low purring. Felix cleared his throat two or three times, his eyes fluttering open.

"D-don't s-stop, p-please... d-don't stop now, owner..." He kept on rolling his hips, eyes closing shut again due to the embarrassment of his pleads, his cheeks a vibrant red, making his freckles stand out even more than they should. He never ceased his purring, caused by the pleasing feeling that clouded his mind even though his body was aching.

He let out a broken cry when his owner bucked his hips harshly, hitting his abused prostate once more. He didn't waste any time and began moving immediately, the cum inside Felix's hole dripping on the floor with each thrust. The pace was fast and brutal, his insides being destroyed, but Felix liked it that way. He held on tighter to his owner as if that would take away the feeling of breaking apart. He felt dizzy, his whole body was burning, his back hurting due to how many times was he pushed against the wall and he just kept on wanting more. His breath hitched, his moans growing in pitch as he felt like coming once again but there was no strength left to grip onto his owner. Thankfully, his owner kept a tight hold of his thighs for him to not fall. He sobbed, pressing his sweaty forehead against his owner's shoulder, tears now spilling freely from his closed eyes. He came once again, moaning his owner's name over and over, his owner cumming soon after him.

"...w-wait, n-no..." Felix weakly tried locking his legs around his owner's hips once again when he felt the slight tug his owner was beginning to give to pull out. The feeling of keeping his owner inside right after finishing mimicked the way any other hybrid would've knot him, an action that wasn't possible with his human but Felix simply wanted him and no one else. "s-stay, w-want t-to b-be bred by you..." He told him while panting, nuzzling his face against the crook of his owner's neck. The skin was covered in small bites and purple marks Felix himself had placed. His purring was louder now that there were no moans to cover it. He heard his owner chuckle slightly, placing an arm under his thighs and gently petting his hair and the white cat ears that popped out of it with his other hand, uncovering his eyes from the blond strands which had fallen over them. He had now spent many rut cycles with his pet; Felix never wanted to be with any other hybrid, and who was he to force his kitten onto someone else?

"I'm not going anywhere, kitten..."

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A Good Soul Trapped in an Evil lair

You remembered it as clear as day. That certain time where you got transported into another world you are not familiar to, a world that you did not expect to change everything. You've met a talking cat, a mirror with it's own face, a strange man in a crow's mask, troublesome new friends, futuristic technologies, magic and unnatural stuff. But the thing that unsettles you the most, is the strange behaviors that starts to show from the students around you the longer you stay in Twisted Wonderland... What had happened..?

TW: Yandere, Mention of a person missing at the beginning, Slight cursing, Obsessive, Kidnapping, GN!Reader

(If any of these triggers you, PLEASE DO NOT READ!!)

"I can't read the soul, the color, the shape... I can't see any"

You recall the words of the mirror, saying that he can't figure out your soul. You were a bit sad to know that you don't belong to any of this world but a bit happy to be different.

It has been months ever since you came into NRC, you had made various friends and learned more about the world during your stay. But slowly, things tend to change, little by little. Ace and Deuce always make excuses to leave whenever you were talking to somebody else and then just come back when you are done talking, although, you never see the person you just talked to ever again, it's like they disappeared, Epel is acting... well, not Epel, at all, he is acting weak and innocent even if you are alone, and he acts more "clingy" all of a sudden.... he even looked like he was about to cry when you told him you were going to ask Crowly if he found a way to get you back to your world, Jack stayed as Jack but he spends a lot more time with you now, he let you touch his tail and ears as much as you want, even pet him, whenever in public he puts a hand around your waist (very tight and firm) you don't see it, but he glares at anyone who stares at you for too long, and Sebek... you might not believe it but... he doesn't scream at you or talk about his 'Waka-sama' around you, although he does mention him a few times with but not many.

You are starting to get suspicious with them, but whenever confronted, they just shrug it off... so you just decided to ask their dorm leaders if they also noticed their weird changes and acts.

Heartslabyul (3:46 pm)

"Ah! Cater!"

The photogenic Heartslabyul 3rd year stopped painting the white with slight red paint roses and turned his head to the direction of the source. Surprised with your sudden appearance, but is happy to see you nonetheless. He smiled and turn on his heal, making his full body to face you.

"Hello there little prefect! What brings you here hm?"

He asked, watching you catch your breath, the way your chest moves up and down, and your heart beating fast as if you just ran a marathon.

"Hah...hah! I just wanted to ask hh- if I can speak with hh- dorm leader Riddle--!"

You managed to get the sentence out between breaths. You have been running around the maze for quite a while trying to find your way.

"Here, take some water, I'll lead you to the dorm leader oke?"

Cater said in a cheery tone with close-eyed smile while giving you the half-filled bottle of water. You grabbed the bottle and opened it, drinking almost all of it.

"Thank you Cater!"

You said happily. Cater nodded in amusement and proceeded to take your wrist and lead you to the dorm leader. You both reached Riddle, as usual, scolding three Heartslabyul students that broke another rule, along with Trey by his side trying to calm him down.

"You all have said that you will not do it again! But guess what? You broke multiple rules by this time now!! It is OFF WITH YOUR-"

Cater knocked at the opened door and making your presence known. It caught Riddle off guard to see you but that does not mean he doesn't want to. He unconsciously calmed down after seeing you (the three Heartslabyul students are silently thanking your presence)

"You three run off, though I'm not finished with you all yet *sigh* What brings you here prefect?"

You were surprised with how his mood changed so fast, but you didn't want to anger him more so you immediately answered.

"I came here to ask about Ace and Deuce's weird behavior. They seem to be always excusing themselves away at times whenever I'm busy with somebody and I'm concerned. And the weirdest thing is that Ace was so eager to review with me in alchemy class!"

Hearing the last sentence, Cater, Trey and Riddle tried to hold in their laughter.

"Heh I'm sorry if they seemed rude, although I'm sure they have a reason but... I don't think that's Ace at all"—Riddle

"Exactly! That's why I'm freaking out... What if he's possessed!?"

"Prefect, I don't think he would be possessed... Pft- but still--"—Trey

Couldn't hold it anymore, Trey and Cater burst into a fit of laughter. Riddle sighed shakily because of the urge to laugh, but kept his composure.

"Trey is right, he couldn't be possessed, he's probably just trying to change"

He paused for a few seconds then an idea came into mind 'This could be my chance to spend time with them!'

"How about we have tea and some sweets to get your mind off of it? What do you say prefect?"

Riddle said, smiling, although his eyes held a different meaning. You're not here for that, but you're afraid of the consequences when you say no, so you just agreed.

"I- I would love to"

Trey and Cater already know what was going on... and they are not letting you off easily.

..........

It has been 3 hours and you are sitting in a giant chair, all dressed up and forced to stay in one position.

"Back straight! Don't slouch! Keep your foot on the ground!"

Riddle clicked his tongue and came closer to you, lifting your chin up with two fingers with his face inches away from yours

"You really need work on your manners, but no worries, that's why I'm here"

His smirk while saying that is... unsettling. His eyes hold a glint of evil and his aura is suffocating. You two stayed in that position for at leats 2 minutes, but it felt like forever to you. You silently thanked Trey for coming in with the sweets.

"Here are the treats Riddle, oh, and, don't scare our guest ok?"

Trey's words somehow did not make you calmer. The atmosphere gets thicker every second and you wanted to get out so bad.

"Say 'Ah'"

You did not realize that you zoned out until you saw Trey holding out a spoon-full of (f/f) tart. You hesitated, but opened your mouth anyways.

"Good boy/girl"

You are not dumb, you swore you caught the love-sick tone that's barely can be heard he has while saying those words. The space between you is uncomfortably close. Too close for your liking

"Aw no fair Trey, I want to feed them too!"

Cater whined but when Trey did nothing, he just sliped himself in between you and caught the spoon that is in Trey's hands.

"Here you go prefect, 'Ah'"

He was about to slip the tart between your slightly opened lips but before he could, your two first year dumbass friends pulled you away.

"Oi! Prefect what the fuck are you doing here!?"

Ace asked rather loudly at your face, he then looked at the set up and he got the idea almost immediately. He smirked and let out a breathy chuckle.

"Why didn't you tell me there's an event today Ryocho?"—Ace

"I also did not expect it, but at least you are on time today, Trappla"—Riddle

Riddle mirrored Ace's mischievous smirk, indicating that this is not good, while Deuce is confused, but he knew what was happening after Ace looked at him in the eye then you.

..........

Another hour has passed and you are so desperate to get away from here. The five of them have been taking turns on feeding you with occasional selfies with Cater.

"Psst! Shrimpy!"

You turned at the voice and saw Floyd, crouching by a nearby rose bush. You gave him a pleading look and he nodded happily.

While the five Heartslabyul boys are looking elsewhere, Floyd took action and swiftly grabbed you by the waist, carrying you bridal style and made a run for it. Riddle caught him and ordered to go after Floyd. The four did as their dorm leader says, but they were too late.

Floyd was fast, and he managed to find his way out ina matter of time and ran straight to Octavinelleto take you there with him.

"What the hell you doing Floyd!? Ramshakle is that way!!"

"I know but Octavinelle is better!"

*whisper* "Shit"

Octavinelle (7:59 pm)

"Shrimpy chan seemed to have some trouble with that dorm, so I saved them!"

Floyd said, leaning on the glass table by the elbow. He has this close-eyed smile amd that made you regret asking for help.

"What exactly happened?"

Jade asked you with his usual calm tone, but that did not calm anything from you

"I was just about to ask on Ace and Deuce's weird actions and then--"

You are so tired of talking and you just want to have some rest right now. Azul pushed up his glasses and gave a menu to you.

"How about some treats from the Monstro Menu, would that make you fe-"

"No, I already ate back at Heartslabyul"

You quickly cut him off and laid on your back at the huge couch, covering your eyes with an arm. You were gonna fall asleep, but Floyd is not letting you. Floyd launched himself at you and caged you below him (I wanna switch places). You can't move since he is holding you in place. Thank Jade for holding back his brother.

"We should not treat our guest poorly, brother"

Floyd childishly stick a tounge out at his brother

"Booo you're no fun, Jade!"

"Settle down you two. Jade is right, we should treat our guest with welcome and humbleness"

He turned to your direction, smirking directly at you. You do not like this.

"We should offer you a stay here in Octavinelle, do not worry, it is comfortable here and you will have a pleasant stay"

You just wanted to ask about your friends' strange actions, not this! You really miss Ramshakle and Grimm right now, but you can't do anything against them!

"No, thank you Azul, but I can just go to Ramshakle and stay there, all I want to do is ask Riddle something, I did not mean it to end up to this"

You decided to just kindly decline his offer but then you were met again with Floyd, now he is tackling you to the floor and his face buried to the crook of your neck.

"You're not leaving Shrimpy chan, remember, we saved you, you just have to accept the offer~"

It might sound playful, but you know it is a threat, so you just agreed and stayed in Octavinelle

"Perfect, we shall lead you to your room"

Jade said while splitting you from Floyd and carrying you bridal style, humming a melody close to your ear as an attempt to make you sleep. You really can't fight the urge to sleep right now after what happened.

To be continued...

CHAPTER 2

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