#and the tail would wrap around the rest of my arm/forearm

[chilewithcarnage]

re: ask game

7, 8?

i have no tattoos, and i want tattoos but im also in a constant battle of wanting ink but also want to have my beautiful plain brown skin

[yasministration]

Not okay - mattheo riddle x lestrange!reader

summary: when your mother breaks out of azkaban, mattheo is quick to spot your shaky hands and follows you down the hallways to offer you some comfort wc: 0.6k+ cw: throw up so ive basically written the same scenario before but i felt like writing it like this so i did

The daily newspaper shook in your hands, the paper rustling because of your tremor. You dropped the paper to try and hide the vulnerable shake of your hands, but your fingers shook with such violence that you couldn’t hide it, opting to clasp your hands together in a meek attempt to halt the uncontrollable movement.

Alas, the shake instead climbed down your hands and reached your forearms, so you shoved your hands under the table, laughing nervously. Theo and Pansy looked concerned for you, uncomfortably looking back and forth between you and their plates. Mattheo, however, looked empathetic, an apologetic look on his face. He understood how you felt.

Having manic parents was not for the week.

Of all the people in your friend group though, Draco seemed the most unconvinced by your terrible act to behave as though everything was okay.

Because everything was not okay.

Especially not now that your mother had broken out of the most protected prison in the world.

Due to your parents being in jail for as long as you could remember, you’d grown up in the Malfoy household, meaning you and Draco had learned each other’s manners and etiquette like the back of your hands.

A call of your name had you inhaling sharply, and you looked up at Draco with a smile that did a terrible job of camouflaging the tears gathering in your eyes.

“I’m fine!” You squeaked loudly as you stood, attracting several pairs of eyes towards you. Hushed whispers gathered in the great hall as you rushed out of the room, everyone holding the same newspaper in their hands that projected the image of your cruel mother, laughing psychotically in her mugshot.

Your legs carried you across the empty hallways, a single pair of feet following you into the first floor girls’ bathroom. Instantly regretting your decision to put any food in your stomach before the mail arrived, you barged into one of the stalls, falling to your knees as you kneeled over a toilet seat, throwing up whatever you had eaten minutes prior.

Two hands gathered the hair around your head as you gagged, one hand moving to rub your back soothingly as the other held your hair in a make shift pony tail. “It’s okay, let it out.” A sob wracked in your chest as you expelled whatever was left in your stomach from your mouth.

You leaned your forehead on your arms when you were done, sobbing into the edge of your toilet seat to hide your face from Mattheo, and his attempts to comfort you.

Standing on shaky legs, you flushed the toilet, walking out of the stall and towards the sinks to splash some water on your face. Mattheo looked at you through the mirror’s reflection, taking a few steps towards you when you finally seemed to come out of your dissociated state.

The boy wrapped his arms around you, tugging you towards him. You sighed as tears continued to silently run down your face, dropping your head down to rest your cheek on his chest.

“I know it sucks.” Mattheo blatantly stated, not attempting to sugarcoat anything. “Hey, we can make it through the summer together. Try not to get killed by our parents.”

“I don’t wanna live with them. I wanna stay with my- with the Malfoys.”

“I know baby, I know. They’re your family.”

And as the summer rolled around, you kept echoing Mattheo’s words in your mind, thinking: The Malfoys are your family, they can’t take you away from them. But when you walked into the Malfoy Manor, taking note of the swarm of death eaters roaming the halls, you reminded yourself Mattheo’s other words would be more important. “We can make it through the summer together. Try not to get killed by our parents.”

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

The quints being fed up with the fire bunch's antics because they're very important to me.

"Have I ever told you fire ghouls are the bane of my existence ?" Omega hums conversationally, carefully wrapping Alpha's sprained wrist. Aether glances up from where he's wiping the blood off Ifrit's forehead, half smile pulling at his lips.

"No, but please, elaborate."

"Well, you see," Omega sighs, handing Phantom tweezers so they can take out the glass shards stuck in Dew's forearm, "they have this habit of roughousing anytime, anywhere, no matter what's around them-"

"Even in the kitchen," Phantom adds sagely, tutting disapprovingly at every low hiss from Dew each time another piece of what used to be a cookie jar is extracted from his flesh. Aether nods, tilting a bashful Ifrit's head this way and that, making sure he hasn't missed any cuts.

"Mmh, true. And sometimes, they kind of forget how strong they are," Aether sighs, with a weighted glance at Ifrit, holding his jaw firmly to stop him from flinching away from the sting of antiseptic, "leading them to throw a glass jar at their fellow ghoul hard enough for it to shatter on said fellow ghoul arm-"

"I thought Dew would catch it !" Ifrit whines, lower lips jutting out in a frankly adorable pout.

"How the fuck was I suppose to catch that, you threw a meteor at me dude, I finally got to feel what dinosaurs felt before going extinct-" Dew protests, yelping when his agitation earns him a slap on the wrist from Phantom.

Alpha snickers.

"If you had just shared the cookies with me like I politely asked, none of this would have happened."

Aether raises an eyebrow, sharing a glance with Omega above the rim of their respective glasses. "Politely", yeah right. They don't even need Dew's indignant splutter to know that's bullshit.

"Motherfucker you sprained your wrist trying to rip the jar from Ifrit's arm ! He wouldn't even had thrown it at me in the first place if you hadn't jumped him !"

Phantom huffs, rolling their eyes as they apply steri strips on Dew's cuts, before handing them to Aether so he can do the same with Ifrit's forehead.

"And how did you end up with those, then ?" Aether inquires, pushing Ifrit's hair out of the way, the light touch to his scalp instantly making the fire ghoul's tail wag despite the pink crawling up his cheek.

Alpha snorts.

"He whacked his head against the table's corner trying to pick up the broken glass, then slipped and fell face first in said broken glass."

"You're fucking lucky it's only a few shallow cuts," Aether grumbles, inspecting his work as Ifrit rests his chin on his sternum, arms coming to wrap around his middle with an apologetic chirp. Alpha's still snickering despite Dew's attempts to kick him.

"I wouldn't act so smug, Al," Omega points out, "it's your right wrist, it's going to be a pain in the ass to navigate for a few days."

Dew sneers at the oldest fire ghoul from where he managed to wrap his legs around Phantom's waist while they were working on his arm.

"Good luck jerking off, asshole."

Alpha only shrugs, taking a hold of Omega's belt buckle to drag him closer.

"I know it's a foreign thought for you, but you don't necessarily need your own hand to get off, right, Megs ? You'd know it if you got any bitches, Dewy."

It's Ifrit's turn to snort.

"At least we don't have a stick so far up our asses we'd rather get our guts rearranged than have a conversation about feelings-"

"I'll rearrange your guts, kit, not in the fun way I'm warning you-"

"All bark no bite," Dew sing-songs.

"Enough !" Omega snaps, looking as exhausted as Aether feels, pinching the bridge of his nose. Phantom, face in their hand, is probably regretting ever deciding to join the other quints at the infirmary.

"If you three disasters of hellborn beings don't pull yourself together, I swear I will have you picking up extra chores, I'm not kidding," Omega warns, glaring a the three ghouls mopping on their respective seats, "now get out of here and be mindful of your injuries. I better not hear of a single commotion you were part of, understood ?"

Grumbling agreements, the three fire ghouls get up, dragging their feet. Ifrit takes the time to nuzzle Aether's shoulder, mumbling soft thanks and pressing a kiss right under his jaw, Dew tussles Phantom's hair affectionately, and even Alpha grumpily presses his forehead to Omega's before leaving.

They barely crossed the infirmary's threshold, though, that the three quints can clearly hear Alpha laughing.

"Ifrit looks like he fought with a box of band aids and lost."

"I'll kick your ass."

"Bite him while you're at it."

"Come at me baby fires, i'll wipe the floor with you two-"

The sighs Phantom let out comes straight from their soul. Omega, deadpaning, takes his glasses off, mimicked by Aether, who's now daydreaming of his bed.

"Bane of my fucking existence."

[larcenywrites]

All About Fur!

Nightcrawler HCs

I have lots of thoughts about lots of things, and Nightcrawler’s fur is one of them! So I had to get a few things out of my brain 💙 Some x reader stuff in here too ;)

Warnings: a few sexual references | a few fluffy (no pun intended) references | no pronouns or specifications on reader obvi

⚜️Unfortunately, he doesn’t get any fluffier, much to your dismay 😔 a fluffy winter coat would have been cute, after all!

⚜️But even that short fur does get thicker and longer in certain places on the daily 😏 you may notice his jawline is a bit shaggy by the end of a lazy weekend 🤭 that there’s more fur on his chest when you run your fingers through it 🥺 his belly and a line above and below is belly button gets fluffy and curly if he lets it 🥺🥺

⚜️Even if you’ve typically preferred your past partners more… clean-shaven or well-trimmed down there, you surely can’t have any issues with his fluffier crotch and thighs 🥰 the saving grace here is that all of his fur is velvety soft 😌

⚜️Now, while it doesn’t grow any longer outside of those places, he is naturally shaggier in some other areas!

⚜️His forearms are a bit more furry than his upper arms

⚜️The backs of his thighs and his little booty have longer, curled fur 🥰🥰🥰

⚜️Rub a balloon on him and watch it stick :)

⚜️Bathing with him is fun because you get to play with his fur! Run your fingers through it! This is a feature, not a bug!!

⚜️Except now he’s more like a soggy kitten 🥺 a happy one at least!

⚜️The tail is surprisingly not just, like, skin! It is fuzzy! The fur there is very very short and fine, but still soft and fuzzy! It kinda feels like one of those lamb’s ear plants! Or peach fuzz!!

⚜️But the tip isn’t covered in fur 😔 just like the bottoms of his hands and feet!

⚜️He says belly rubs are degrading, but he likes them 😘 especially when that fur on his chest and belly hasn’t been trimmed in a while, he’ll absolutely stretch out and let you run your fingers through it during late morning cuddles 🥰

⚜️Don’t be afraid to pay extra attention to his quasi-beard, too 😉 it’s not the same as pubic hair on a human! It’s just as soft as the rest of him!

⚜️And for better or for worse, you won’t have to worry very much about beard burn, at least!

⚜️He really doesn’t mind being petted anywhere and everywhere— so long as you do, in fact, have a close and/or (preferably) more intimate relationship!

⚜️Though, if all your past partners have been more on the human-presenting side, you’ll have to get used to always getting a mouthful of fur whenever you want to kiss his cheek or affectionately bite his arm 😅

⚜️This also makes it a little more difficult to do body shots tbh 😔 not to mention trying to get any sticky wine out of that fur later 🤧

⚜️Among other sticky things 🤭

⚜️And when you’re trying to be sexy and trying to lick him down from neck to abs 😔

⚜️But!! At least he’s all soft and cuddly :)

⚜️You’ll probably literally be rubbing your cheek against his like some kind of cartoon couple! You can’t help it that he’s so snuggly 🥰

⚜️But it’s gonna get very warm under the covers— and not just because he’s getting frisky 🥲 sorry if you get hot easily!

⚜️Also sorry if you're ticklish 🥺 he’s probably trying to be very sexy and romantic by kissing down your stomach all slow and teasingly 😏 but those fuzzy cheeks are probably going to have you giggling and squirming away from him instead 😅 it’s okay, he’ll work with it 😘

⚜️His tail is also a major offender of this! Sometimes, he does it on purpose, but other times, he’s genuinely trying to be sexy when he wraps his tail around your thigh or waist, but it’s so fuzzy! It tickles!

⚜️And that’s okay, too :) he does love making you laugh 🥰

⚜️But there’s another disadvantage… sweat and fur don’t mix— there’s a reason dogs and cats don’t sweat!

⚜️Bandaids and fur also don’t mix 😬 but hey, it’s a lot more intimate wrapping medical tape around his arm or whatever 😏

⚜️And no! He won’t get fleas 😤

[james-is-here]

tiny cat hybrid Minho (like 5'3 or smth) and big gentle dom owner

😭😭😭😭

𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝐼𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒶 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒶 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃

Pairing: Cat Hybrid!Minho x Owner Mn

Tags & CW: Hybrid AU, BoyPuss Minho, smut, Minho in heat, Dom\Sub, mentioned past neglect, size difference\kink, praise, lots of purring, Min be small, tail play, found family vibes?, aftercare, they're mated your honor, breeding kink if you squint, Lmk if I forget anything

Red line means smut

Minho had never been anyone’s first choice.

He was too small. Too quiet. Too hesitant. Most humans looking for cat hybrids wanted playful, vocal companions. Ones who would curl in their lap and purr on cue. Ones who didn’t flinch when touched.

Minho flinched.

Barely five-foot-three and as wiry as a house cat stuck between kittenhood and adulthood, Minho didn’t take up much space. But his presence was often treated like a burden. Owners giving up within a week or two, frustrated by how long it took him to trust.

Then Mn walked into the shelter.

Big. Calm. With soft brown eyes, arms that looked like they could bench press a truck, and a voice that rumbled like distant thunder but somehow still felt warm.

And he didn’t ask to see the “affectionate” hybrids.

He knelt by Minho’s crate instead, one knee to the floor, forearms resting on his thighs, and said, “You look tired, sweetheart. Mind if I sit with you for a bit?”

Minho blinked. Ears angled forward, tail curled around his feet.

He didn’t move. But he didn’t back away, either. That was all the answer Mn needed and he took Minho home that day.

Mn's house wasn’t extravagant, but it was quiet. Safe. The scent of cedarwood and warm spices lingered in every corner. There was a hybrid nook set up in the living room. Pillows, soft blankets, a heating pad, and a little plush strawberry toy big enough to hug.

Minho didn’t touch it the first few nights. He curled in a corner of Mn's bedroom instead, knees to chest, wrapped in the hoodie Mn had left folded on the floor near him.

Mn didn’t try to coax him. He simply said goodnight, turned off the lights, and left the door cracked open in case Minho needed to leave.

By the end of the week, Minho had started curling up on the floor beside Mn’s legs when he worked on the couch. Not touching. Just… being close.

Mn always acknowledged him with a soft “Hey there, kitty,” and let him be.

By the third week, Minho started chirping when Mn came home.

Just soft, little squeaks in the back of his throat, involuntary and warm. His tail would flick behind him, and his ears would twitch when Mn bent to take off his boots.

“You missed me?” Mn would ask with a smile.

Minho would flush and look away. But the chirps would continue and Mn never made him feel embarrassed for them.

The first time Mn touched him was by request.

They were watching a documentary, and Minho had slowly inched closer, inch by inch, until he was pressed to Mn’s side, blanket pooled in his lap. Mn’s arm was draped along the back of the couch, not touching, just… there.

Minho’s voice was barely a whisper. “Can you… pet me?”

Mn looked down at him, his expression gentle. “Yeah, baby. Where?”

Minho hesitated. “…My ears.”

Mn’s hand was big, warm, and calloused and steady as he cupped the side of Minho’s head, scratching gently behind one ear, letting his fingers drift down to stroke the soft fur where it met his scalp.

Minho purred for the first time. Loud. Uncontrolled.

Mn only smiled. “That’s my good kitten.”

The next few weeks were full of quiet milestones.

Minho started eating full meals. Letting Mn brush out his tail after baths. Curling in Mn’s lap in the morning sunlight, eyes heavy with sleep, tucked under one of his oversized hoodies.

They started sleeping in the same bed. Not tangled together, not yet. But Minho would shuffle closer at night. Sometimes he’d fall asleep with his nose pressed to Mn’s collarbone.

And Mn… Mn let him. Held him gently. Never took more than Minho offered.

Until one day, everything changed.

It started with a scent.

Thicker. Sweeter. Lingering on Minho’s skin and in his hoodie.

Mn noticed the shift one morning when Minho came into the kitchen flushed, hugging his tail to his chest, eyes glassy.

“Kitten?” Mn had murmured. “You alright?”

Minho didn’t answer. But he didn’t run, either.

Later that night, Mn found him in bed, curled on top of the blankets, thighs pressed together, face buried in a pillow that smelled like Mn.

“Are you in heat?” Mn asked softly from the doorway.

Minho whimpered. “Didn’t mean to bother you-”

“You’re not,” Mn said instantly, voice firm but tender. “You’re not a bother, Min. This is normal. It’s okay.”

Minho’s eyes welled with tears. “It hurts,” he whispered. “I feel… empty. Ache-y. But I-I don’t want a heat suppressant, they make me feel weird.”

Mn crossed the room slowly, sat beside him, cupping his flushed cheek in one hand. “You don’t have to take one. But if you don’t… you’ll need help riding it out.”

Minho nodded, eyes wide.

“You want my help?” Mn asked, thumb brushing along the edge of Minho’s jaw.

Minho whispered, “Please.”

"You want my cock?" Mn asked in a deep whisper, leaning in close. "P-Please, Sir~" "Alright, Kitty." Mn said, kissing the corner of his lips.

A few minutes later, Minho was trembling under Mn’s touch.

Not from fear but anticipation. Heat. Every nerve ending humming with need.

Mn kissed down his chest slowly, letting Minho undress at his own pace, helping when Minho’s fingers shook too hard. Minho’s body was plush in the thighs, soft in the hips, slick already dripping between his folds as Mn coaxed his legs open.

“You’re gorgeous, kitten,” Mn murmured, kissing the inside of one knee. “My sweet baby. Gonna take care of you.”

Minho mewled, high-pitched and needy, hips canting upward as Mn licked into his heat with broad, deliberate strokes. He cried out when Mn sucked gently on his clit, hips trembling, slick coating his inner thighs.

“So sensitive, so sweet,” Mn groaned, voice strained with restraint. “You want my cock, baby? Want me to fill you up?”

Minho’s eyes were watery. “Please, I need it~ I need you inside-”

Mn pressed in slow. Inch by inch into slick heat. Stretching him, warming him, watching Minho’s mouth fall open in helpless pleasure.

“That’s it,” Mn breathed. “So good for me, kitten. Taking it all, aren’t you, baby?”

Minho sobbed and nodded, wrapping his legs around Mn’s waist. “Yours. Only yours.”

“Mine,” Mn growled, thrusting deep and slow. “My kitten. My sweet boy.”

Their bodies moved together like a wave. Minho arching, gasping, moaning Mn’s name in whimpers. Mn held him close, his left hand bracing himself next to Minho's hip. Minho's tail wrapped around that arm, Mn's hand gently closing around the limb and pulling slightly right as he thrusted deep and Minho yelped with a moan as his tail tightened around Mn's arm.

“Right there~!” Minho gasped, shuddering. “Gonna- gonna cum- !”

“Do it, baby,” Mn groaned, right hand reaching down to thumb at his clit. “Let me feel you.”

Minho came hard, clenching around Mn’s cock, crying out so sweetly Mn nearly followed him then and there. But he didn’t. He slowed down, rocked through the aftershocks, and waited until Minho was clinging again, needing more, needing filled, needing all of Mn.

And he gave it to him. Again. And again. Until Minho was limp and fucked-out in his arms, still purring between hiccupped breaths.

Aftercare was everything.

Warm cloths. Soft praise. Water with a straw. A hoodie pulled gently over Minho’s body while Mn tucked blankets around him and ran slow fingers over his scalp.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Mn whispered.

Minho nodded weakly, curling closer into Mn’s chest. “Feels like I’m floating.”

Mn chuckled. “That’s the oxytocin. You’re high on cuddles.”

Minho giggled, purring louder. “…I love you.”

Mn blinked. Then kissed his forehead, long and slow.

“I love you too, kitten. More than anything.”

Weeks later, Minho wore Mn’s scent like a crown. He nosed at his collar when they hugged. Wore his t-shirts like dresses. Let Mn scent his collar with a deep kiss to the side of his throat.

They started calling each other partners. Then lovers. Then mates.

And every so often, Minho would ask with a quiet, fluttering look, “Still yours?”

Mn would kiss him breathless every time.

“Forever.”

I do hope this is acceptable. Don't know what it is but hey it's boy puss, can't say no to that

Tags: @forever-atiny@lemon--shark@leezanetheofficial@belladonna6-6-6@heartbinn@yongbokkk@dontwannaexsist@xxtrasht1gerxx@leeyasuojihan@laviedemamere@dis-trict9

[dollfacefantasy]

Better Than One

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader x ada wong

summary: leon and ada take care of their needy puppy as your heat approaches

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), vibrator use, masturbation, daddy kink, mommy kink, threesome

word count: 2.4k

a/n: yippeee trying something a little different for me! hope you guys like. as always, i appreciate all the comments and reblogs <3

Any other time, the front door swinging open would’ve set you off into a happy prance to greet whoever it was coming home. Your ears would be perked up, tail swishing back and forth so fast it becomes a blur. You’d wrap either Leon or Ada in a tight embrace, nuzzling them and inhaling a deep breath of their scent you’d been missing for however long they’d been gone.

That would happen any other time, but not right now. Not when you're spread out in Leon’s lap with his hand holding a vibrator to your clit.

When the front door opens right now, you barely register it. Your droopy eyes don’t catch the motion, and your own whines and whimpers combined with the buzz of the toy make it hard for you to hear the familiar creak. You only become aware it’s happened when you see Ada standing a couple feet from the couch, staring down at you with a knowing look on her face. You want to say something, to acknowledge her at the very least, but all words get tangled up in the back of your mouth. They melt down into more needy moans.

“Starting the fun without me?” she asks. Despite looking at you, you know she’s speaking to Leon.

“It wasn’t really a choice. You should’ve seen her. She was practically humping my leg before I let her have this,” he says.

“I bet. It’s because you spoil her. She knows you’ll give in,” she says as she approaches the couch.

Leaning over you, she catches his lips in a quick kiss. She then turns her focus for you and guides your face to look up at her.

“You’re so cute though. I can’t say I blame him,” she says and gives you a kiss too.

You eagerly reciprocate the affection. Your eyes remain fixed on her after she pulls away and sits at the other end of the couch. Her gaze meets yours, sending a wave of pleasure straight to your center. Your eyes flutter shut again as your hips begin bucking harder against the toy and your head tilts back against Leon’s chest.

He chuckles and gives you a kiss of his own. “That’s a good girl, baby. Show mommy how bad you needed your toy,” he coos.

His free hand moves up on your body to fondle one of your tits. You arch into his palm while you can feel her eyes sweeping over your form from her seat opposite you.

“Has she cum already?” Ada asks.

“Oh yeah,” Leon answers as if it’s obvious, “How many times, pup?”

“Twice, daddy,” you whimper, your nails digging into the flesh of his forearm that was wrapped around you.

He rewards your correct answer by swiveling the toy over your clit in a mini figure eight. You cry out, and your legs begin trembling. Your ears pin to your head as more mewls erupt from you. He smiles down at you and continues to drag the toy over your pussy, teasingly prodding it at your entrance before taking it back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Across from you, she has slipped off her boots and brought one of her feet onto the couch cushion. Her legs spread, revealing the black panties she wore under her dress. You lock onto the sight, mouth already watering in anticipation. Two of her fingers slide down between her thighs and stroke over the fabric. She relaxes against the arm rest supporting her back and presses down a bit harder as she continues to watch Leon play with you.

“Daddy…” you whimper for the man behind you. Everything going on was piling up right now.

“What is it, puppy? You gonna cum for daddy again? Gonna gush all over my pants again. You’re already dripping so much, sweetheart,” he says softly while he continues to work the vibrator on you.

“I know,” you whine, “Can’t help it, daddy. Need it.”

“You need it?” Ada teases. Her voice has a breathy quality now as she plays with her own pussy over the black lace between her legs. “You really are getting to be spoiled.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, lip jutting out into a pout.

“Go easy on her. I think her heat is coming. She hasn’t even been complaining about it being too much,” Leon tells her with a smirk.

“Is that right?” she continues, “Maybe you really do need it then. You’re gonna need it next week for sure. Daddy’s gonna have to take extra special care of you, won’t he?”

You nod wildly, your hips moving back and forth on his lap like they have a mind of their own. You can feel the bulge that’s formed in his pants. Your ass pushes up against it with every rock.

“Maybe mommy will help you out too. I’ll pull out that extra special toy you only get when you’ve been really good,” she teases.

You again nod almost as fast as your tail can wag. Both of them caring for you at once, pressed up against you, filling you to the brim sounded like heaven. The image alone is enough to carry you to the edge and rip a shriek from your throat.

“Good girl,” he croons, “You cum again, princess. Cum for daddy and show mommy what she missed earlier.”

With his permission, you let loose. You gasp for air through ragged inhales. Your back arches and jerks with the weight of the euphoria crashing over you. The pleasure only intensifies when you hear a soft moan come from Ada as she watches you let go. Your eyes screw shut, and you rely completely on Leon to keep you from toppling off his lap to the floor.

Once you’ve been through the high and are on the way down, he clicks off the vibrator. He plants a wet kiss on your cheek and scratches the base of your ears gently. You curl into the love and squish your cheek against his muscular chest.

He smiles down at how sweet you are. His hand rubs up and down your back. “You love daddy’s lap. I think it might be your favorite place,” he whispers.

You nod again, this time the motion coming out slurred and lazy.

“That’s right. That’s cause it’s where good girls like you belong. Daddy always wants his precious little puppy close,” he says, “But I think mommy could use some attention too, yeah?”

You perk up at that, remembering that the other person in the room did in fact need your affection. Climbing off his lap and making your way to the other end of the sofa, you smile at Ada on the way there.

“There’s my girl,” she coos.

Her hand leaves her cunt as her arms open to welcome you. You collide with her and cuddle up to her. Nuzzling her breasts, you loop your arms around her waist.

“I missed you today,” you mumble.

“That’s good because I missed you too. You look like you had fun playing with daddy though,” she says and kisses your nose.

“Mhm, but I still missed you,” you say.

She smiles down at your loving nature and strokes along your jawline. “I think I know a fix for that problem,” she says.

You beam up at her in affirmation, having the same solution in mind. The solution you’d had in mind since she first flashed the seductive garment covering her pussy. You’re beginning to slide South when Leon grabs your ankles and tugs you towards him, speeding up your trip.

“Daddy!” you whine and throw a look over your shoulder.

He chuckles at your small cry of protest. He had undressed himself during the moment between you and Ada. His muscular abdomen was on full display for the both of you with his hard cock hanging between his legs. He steps closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Shhh, I think daddy deserves a treat too for playing with you, yeah?” he asks.

“I guess,” you huff. Of course, you would never actually turn down a chance to have Leon’s cock inside you, but you also liked playing annoyed sometimes.

You nuzzle into the junction of Ada’s thighs. Your nose swipes over her center, taking in the heady scent that had heat flowing through you. You kiss and lick at the fabric before pushing it aside. One of your arms secures itself around her leg while the other keeps the black cloth from getting in your way. You dive right into your task, lapping at her slick like it’d been years since you tasted it last.

“Such an eager baby. We never really trained patience into you, did we?” she sighs as her head falls back.

You don’t respond, too enthralled with her folds to register her words. You whimper against her skin. The taste alone is enough to have you squirming, but combine that with her hand smoothing over your head and her soft moans of “that’s it, puppy” and “so good for your mommy” and your own thighs were shifting against one another in search of even more relief than you’d been provided today.

Lucky for you, that wouldn’t be an issue for long. Leon shifts you up, pushing your face deeper into Ada’s cunt in the process. He elevates your hips to where he can access your own pussy. You’re already in the middle of the act, so he doesn’t see the need to tease you. Plus he was already so worked up from the multiple releases he’d watched you go through on his lap.

He slides right in with no resistance thanks to how soaked you were. He groans and sinks all the way in. You let out a satisfied moan but remain focused on Ada. You suck on her clit and flick your tongue on the bud before going back down and licking at her hole with sloppy strokes of your tongue.

He lightly smacks your ass from behind, drawing one more whine from you as he then begins to thrust. Your chin is coated in Ada’s arousal by this point, but that only spurs you on in your fervor.

Her noises gain volume, joining in the chorus of moans coming from you and him. Your noises are slightly muffled since you're buried in her cunt, but his skin slapping against yours with each movement makes up for that lost volume.

“Messy little puppy,” Ada whimpers as she watches you devour her, “Can’t get enough, can you?”

You shake your head as your head bobs up and down, pleasuring each inch of her. He picks up speed behind you, starting to slam into you at a faster pace. You bounce back and reciprocate the thrusts.

“Fuck, look at her go, babe,” he grunts to Ada, “So desperate for daddy’s cock.”

“That’s right,” she breathes, looking up into his eyes, “None of her toys could replace the real thing. She’s always gonna need that the most.”

“Is that true, pup?” he asks you with another slap to your ass. His eyes stay engaged with Ada’s for a moment longer, both sets glossy with lust and consumed with the pleasure you provided.

“Yeah, daddy. Nothing else feels the same,” you pant before pushing your face back against her pussy. Your nose bumps against her clit from the rocking motion of the man behind you.

“Sweetest little puppy in the whole world,” he groans and tilts his head back. He almost loses it when he sees how fast your tail is wagging as he drills into you. “Taking it perfectly, baby. You earned every inch.”

You moan at the praise and lap at her with increased dedication. Your whimpers get stronger and they can both hear it. Ada’s beginning to shake violently as you had when you were on Leon’s lap at the mercy of the vibrator. Her thighs fight the urge to clamp around your head before finally giving in when she reaches the edge.

“Fuck baby that’s it. Make mommy cum,” she moans.

You lick stripes against her pussy with precision, doing it just the way you’d learned she liked. From her noises, you know she’s reaching the boiling point.

“Make mommy cum, and daddy’ll give you a treat, pup. Your favorite treat,” he says.

Your tail starts wagging so fast he thinks it’s gonna fly off at any moment. He also feels you tighten up around him, bringing that special treat even closer to reality. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs while keeping the panties as far out of the way as physically possible at the same time.

It’s no time before she seizes up above you and gushes all over your face. You take in every drop you can, not letting up at all as she rides it out. She grips the couch cushion and your head, pulling you impossibly closer. Leon watches the beautiful sight in front of him. Seeing it only serves to drive him to his own edge. He slams into you a few more times. Then he unloads and sprays your favorite treat deep inside you. He fucks it into you, making sure you get it all as he moans and locks his hands on your hips.

You have your own release too. It’s muted compared to the last three, but still enough to have your body rolling and your moans loud enough to be heard from within the confines of Ada’s thighs.

She’s the first to come back to reality. Leon’s pulled out of you and laying back against the cushion while you’ve collapsed where you were. She lifts your head and swings her legs around to sit normally. She places your head back down on her lap and soothingly strokes your head.

“Good girl. You did perfect. We couldn’t ask for more,” she coos.

“Thank you,” you murmur while pressing your face against her legs.

Leon isn’t long after her to rejoin the land of the lucid. He sits up with a few deep breaths and scoops up your lower body to flip you over and hold your legs in his lap. He rubs your belly and watches over you as you sit in the afterglow of all that ecstasy.

“You worked so hard, pup,” he says softly, “We’re so proud of you.”

They both relax and catch their breaths while showering you with gentle touches and kind words. You couldn’t be happier. While you were all tuckered out for today, you couldn’t help your thoughts from drifting to the next time you could play all together again. You float off into a nap as you rest in the loving cocoon of their affection.

[hashekyu]

──★ `WANNABE ARIEL, YOUR LOVER ̟ !?

ARTIST: LINK

WANDERER'S your lover. And he's a merman. How cool is that?

NOTES: this won the poll and honestly i dont blame u guys wanderer is so silly as a merman i wanna see him do some tricks like a dolphin in minecraft idk maybe he could do a lil flip in the water

"What's it like?" you ask, kicking yout feet into the crystal clear water that shimmered.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. "What's what like?"

You pause to study him, his eyes that seemed to shine in the low light, his wet raven locks sticking to his face and his nape, his lips that quivered as if he was holding back a few snarky remarks at the way you were looking at him. "To have a tail like that," you finally say, nodding to his tail that was ever so often swishing gently.

He looks at you with an expression that spoke he was either exasperated, irritated, or in thought. Perhaps all of the above.

He watched as you dip yourself further into the water, leaning on your elbows.

He crossed his arms and laid them on the shore, chin resting on his forearm. "You aren't all that bright in the head, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Hey!"

"Say, if I were to ask you," he suddenly reached out and grabbed your ankle, squeezing a yelp from you, ""what is it like to have legs?", what would you say?"

You sigh. "Good point, I guess."

he chuckles dryly at your defeat, tilting his head to see you feign annoyance, eventually giving in and huffing out a small laugh. He lets go of your ankle, the mark of his tight grip still visible on your skin.

There's a moment of silence.

"You're breathtaking, you know that, right?" you mumble, sitting up straight.

Wanderer looked caught off guard, and you savour that moment of him staring at you before saying, in a voice way too loud, "If you're trying to flatter me, it isn't working."

"Mhm." you gaze at his face dusted in red.

"I mean it!" he says.

You lean in and cup his face, pressing a kiss on his nose. He grunts a little, his tail fin sending ripples of waves into the water. You snicker and gently stroke his cheek with your thumb.

He's gazing into your eyes so dreamily.

Then he pulls you by your hips into the water.

You shriek with laughter as you join your lover in the water, the stars watching over you in the dark sky. "Wanderer!"

You thread your fingers through his locks of hair as he kisses you, tender and lovingly.

🍰. BONUS !!

"I am not letting you ride on my back."

"Wanderer, please?"

"..." he eyes you warily. With an exasperated sigh, he leans forward. "Fine, get on. Just this once."

You squeal, wrapping your arms around him, where his human flesh blended into scales, and got on his bare back.

"Hold on," he warned, before diving off into the waters.

You yelped, feeling the wind kiss your face. "Slow down, wait, wait wait, stop, sto-"

And he stopped abruptly, prompty launching you into the water.

He burst out laughing, throwing his head back as you stared at him in embarassment.

"That wasn't funny!" you huff, gently smacking his shoulder. He was grinning from ear to ear as he pressed a kiss on your lips. "I'd do anything just to see that again."

[mischiefmaker615]

Trust in Me (Naga!Loki) 2 of 2

Summary: You found this.. half man- half snake creature and just couldn't bring yourself to leave him out in the rain. not when he was cold.. injured- and drop dead handsome. Yet his 'thanks' wasn't expected to be this overwhelming and thorough..

This fun RP was done with the amazing @darknessawaits28 in which it was converted to be a one shot :D Thank you so much my darling!!! This was so fun!!

Rating: R *WARNING IT WILL GET DARK*

Note: This is not promoting sex with animals in any way, shape or form. Shouldn't have to include this note Lol

Theme Song: "Trust in Me" by Selena Gomez

PART ONE

He just couldn’t help himself while he stretched over her as far as his body would allow him to, his snake half acting as a support while the human side of him practically laid on top of her with his weight on his forearms. ‘’you have no idea what your mere presence is doing to me, do you..’’ he breathed, his arms practically caging her while they stayed on either side of her arms.

Her breathing had noticeably picked up, wide eyes staring up at him while she felt his toned muscles press against your stomach every time he would inhale. How his body rested comfortably between her legs, keeping them open while his hair fell down over his shoulders and tickled the little exposure her shirt gave of her neck and chest. he smelled something like pine.. something masculine and woodsy in a way where she felt her own body inhale deeper for more.

Primal.. feral.. what was-

‘’L-Loki.. there’s no need to-‘’

‘’I can smell it darling.. how much you crave me.. your curiosity radiating off your soft skin.. I can even see it in your eyes..’’ Loki whispered, his eyes seeming to pierce hers while she felt her nails dig into the cushion below her.

‘’t-this isn’t exactly how people give a thank you- it could be a hundred different things-‘’

‘’and let me try each and every one of them..’’ he purred, leaning his head down enough to press his cheek against hers, his mouth hovering close to her ear before he began flicking his tongue against her sensitive skin. ‘’give in to your primal instincts.. don’t deny yourself what the body craves..’’ he whispered, smirking while her body squirmed underneath him.

Her body actively tensed at the word ‘primal’, thinking perhaps she’d fall back into danger or maybe his kind took things to a whole other level where it threw her into concern. ‘’a-are you going to eat me?” she whimpered, her hands coming up to grasp his shoulders, finding his body unmovable while she apparently had to repeat herself.

He smirked and raised his head back up to look at her, his features holding nothing but lust, love and gentleness. ‘’in all the ways you crave..’’

Redness came to her cheeks, her body instantly tensing to where he felt her legs trying to close if he weren’t in between them, but she had no signs of distress of her face. Her lips were parted a little, careful breaths could be heard while she looked up at him with shaky hands on her shoulders but her grip lessened while she bit her bottom lip. ‘’this.. this is crazy..’’ she whispered, a whimper leaving her lips as he adjusted his body a little, brushing up against her cunt ever so slightly, her reaction making him smile.

‘’trust in me darling,’’ he breathed, his eyes falling closed as he inhaled one more time, looking like he was savoring the sweetest thing in the world while his tongue flicked out.

‘’forgive me love, but I can no longer withstand this.. your scent is driving me to the point of insanity..’’ he mumbled out quickly, lifting his body enough for his hands to reach and grip her hips, tossing her up more on the couch before more of his body slithered on top, feeling him take his place back on top of her while his tail unconsciously began winding around her legs to immobilize her.

This was far more feral than blood..

His hands moved to cup her cheeks at the same time she had desperately moved to wrap her arms around his neck, both their lips crashing together in a passionate and desperate kiss. The gasp she gave presented the perfect opportunity for Loki’s tongue to slip inside- quite longer than a humans to the point where he was dominating and almost tongue throating her, making her nails dig into his back and her chest press more against his.

At this point his lower half had wound itself more up her body, his instincts guiding his movements to where he wrapped his arms around her and held her against him before his body sat him up. She was pressed to his chest, being held within his coils as if the two of them were standing on the couch. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, her arms being the only thing free to help get him impossibly closer to her mouth before they both pulled back for air.

Loki was not fully human though and could withstand things much longer than she could to where his lips were already back on hers with a hand in her hair to keep her head still. ‘’gods your lips are so soft..’’ he murmured against them, a gasp leaving them when his fingers tightened in her hair and his eyes looked over her needy and almost lust lost self. ‘’open your mouth..’’ he said sharply, his voice husky and desperate to the point where she somehow couldn’t move fast enough.

His free hand moved up and gripped her jaw, keeping her mouth open before his tongue drove back into her mouth, caressing and memorizing every part while he was willing to drown in her aroma.

Her fingers clung to him desperately, shaking in his hold while she began to get more and more aroused by the second. This was so unlike her.. as if his primal instincts called out something deep within her to the point where she didn’t feel like she had complete control of her body.

she squirmed in his hold, his tail having gotten tighter around her in his neediness that she began to feel lightheaded and weak while he was busy dominating her mouth. He didn’t quite seem to notice until his hunger grew more and moved them both carefully off the couch and onto the carpet.

Having moved the table aside earlier, it was perfect amount of space for them while he laid her back down, his tail having released her legs to wind up her body and wrap around her waist, pinning her while his hand took both her wrists together and moved them above her head.

‘’who knew humans could be so delectable this way..’’ he breathed, his free hand running down her neck before it began gripping at one of her breasts through her shirt. ‘’it must be just you because no one has driven me to the point of madness before.. it must be what other half you are..’’

‘’p-please..’’ she breathed, not sure what exactly she was asking but knew there was way to much clothing if they were doing this.

Seeming to read her mind, he smirked and pulled back enough to grip the shirt at his chest and tore it easily off of himself- it practically having been in shreds anyway. ‘’now you..’’ he smirked and wound the thinner part of his tail up so it could take over gripping her wrists.

Now having two hands free, Loki expertly took a hold of the middle of her top and ripped it in half, throwing the remains aside before he took sight of her bra and salivated at how her breasts seemed to pillow within it. ‘’you really are going to be the death of me..’’ he breathed before he hooked a finger in the middle of her cleavage and with one quick pull, the bra snapped off and joined the rest behind him.

An approving sigh left his lips, his pupils having dilated while his tongue flicked out once more. His hands cupped them, his thumbs slowly rubbing against her hardening nipples while she squirmed in his hold and whimpered. ‘’L-Loki-‘’

‘’it’s alright my darling, here..’’ he cooed and moved a hand up to stroke her cheek before moving two fingers into her mouth deeply, flat against her tongue.

His other hand continued to caress and grope her breast while he lowered his mouth down towards the other and flicked his eyes up at her with a smirk before he flicked his tongue out. Y/N moaned against his fingers, back arching that raised her chest into his awaiting mouth where to encase a nipple. His tongue flicked and his mouth sucked, a hum leaving his lips and vibrating through her body while he simultaneously began moving his hand in and out of her mouth.

‘’I will gladly reside in your debt darling.. devoting the rest of my life to make it up to you.. even if it takes every.. single.. night..’’ he emphasized each word with a thrust in her mouth and a kiss to her breasts, burying his face in her cleavage before his hand and mouth switched placed and gave equal attention to her chest.

‘’mmph..’’ she moaned against his fingers, making him smirk against her skin while his tail released her wrists, letting them fall to tangle her fingers in his hair while his body began to adjust itself.

‘’simply by tasting you darling, I know where your special spots are.. how much pressure to put on your body and enough to make you absolutely squirm..’’ he growled, the tip of his tail winding up her legs to immobilize them again while it continued up and began caressing her clit over her pants.

Her moan gave him to opportunity to pull his fingers out of her mouth and catch it with his own, kissing her once more and outlining her mouth with his tongue. Her body squirmed underneath him, making him more and more feral as if it were two animals in heat. His hand fell down to grip her pants, gripping a bit of the fabric and used a quick pull to rip a hole in it. Her body flinched a little at the motion but didn’t care to miss the pants due to what she was to deeply involved in.

Loki’s tail entered the hole in her pants, fabric being heard ripping as his tail got thicker and the pants having to accommodate. The only thing in the way were her panties but he found no boundaries while his appendage began to squirm, rub and flick between her legs, pulling out a moan from her mouth while her body shook with need.

‘’gods I can feel how wet you are..’’ he whispered in her mouth, leaving her gasping to get proper air while his lips and tongue moved down her jawline and neck, being sure to be careful nipping at her skin so that his fangs wouldn’t cause any damage before he continued down, pausing to pay special attention once more to her chest.

‘’you will be such a perfect mate.. I promise you’ll never find yourself in any harm, nor left with need.. you’ll have everything you ever wanted..’’ he breathed, his hands running down her sides before gripping the edge of her pants.

Her head was in a daze, blinking to try to gather up some form of thought before her body hesitated. ‘’w-what-‘’

‘’Naga’s mate for life my darling, and I’m in this to deep to just let you go now..’’ Loki murmured against her skin before he ripped the rest of her pants off to give him better access, all the while his lower half began winding up her body where she reached to try to grip it and push it down her waist.

‘’wait wait- that’s impossible.. we can’t-‘’

‘’we both are half human, there is compatibility where nothing of our other half of species will find a problem.’’ Loki promised, lifting his head up to watch her while his index finger began to tease at her clit over her panties. ‘’deep down, I know you want this as much as I do, leave this simple life and follow what you truly crave..’’ he whispered, his tail having now wound more up her body to the point where her breasts were practically framed, another wound to rest against her mouth and the tip end holding her wrists above her head.

Silenced and immobile..

Her eyes were wide, Loki could feel her heart racing against his scales while he tsked and shook his head. ‘’do not give me that look darling, if you didn’t want me, you wouldn’t be this wet.’’ He smirked and ignored her muffled pleases where he snapped her panties off of her and shivered with pleasure at the sight of her cunt.

‘’and just think, you’d get to feel this way every day..’’ he purred, ignoring how she squirmed against him while he effortlessly lowered himself between her legs and hooked both of them over his shoulders, his hands caressing her shaking flesh before his tongue slowly moved out to run up her.

‘’gods.. to think I might have actually eaten you.. it truly would have been such a waste..’’ he breathed before dipping his head down, his tongue flicking against her clit while she yelped and moaned despite herself.

Whatever she were trying to say was clearly muffled while she had no choice but to watch Loki’s head bob as he ate her out and get closer and closer to her release with her eyes squeezing shut. ‘’maybe I should turn you into a Naga, or perhaps keep you this way.. like some forbidden fruit where we live within the realm of erotica..’’ he whispered, placing open mouth kisses against her cunt now while her body froze in fear at perhaps it being possible to be turned into one of him.

‘’I can see it now..’’ he smirked and flicked his tongue out against her clit, enjoying how her body jumped every time he did it unexpectedly and would continue to do this while he spoke. ‘’I upon a throne while you sit beside me, little to no clothes except perhaps a collar..’’

A sniff had him pause and raise his eyes to look upon her fear yet lustful form. ‘’do not fret darling, I enjoy you the way you are, there is no way in Hel I would give this up’’ he murmured before plunging his tongue into her cunt, the tip of his nose rubbing against her clit while he lapped into her entrance. His tongue being long enough to tease her cervix, making her squirm more into his hold that would tighten every time she would struggle until she was forced to remain still from exhaustion.

‘’I know your high is close my darling,.. release for me.. let out all of your frustrations..’’ he mumbled before moaning against her cunt, suckling on her clit while she tried to hold back.

Her body shook, squeezing her eyes tight to not give in, to not give him what he wanted.. what had happened? She had been so willing.. wanting.. but this- this was to much.. she wouldn’t become like him- he must had tricked her.. and she could feel him smirking against her body while her pleasure began to tip over.

‘’You’re going to cum for me love, whether you like it or not. But i promise you you’ll enjoy it. Be a good girl and cum on my tongue..’’ he murmured before tongue fucking her until he felt her body spasm and moan in his hold, her cunt tightening while her back arches.

‘’good girl.. good girl..’’ he whispered, taking in every single drop- eyes fluttering at the flavor while she quivered and he began adjusting her exhausted and almost limp body within his grasp.

It wasn’t over..

By the time she could get her strength back up, she found herself chest to chest with him yet the lower part of his tail was raised to have wound around her, pinning her arms to her sides while wrapped around her waist. Her legs began kicking in the air as he had her lifted high enough to accommodate his own height while his hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking her skin.

‘’how could you ever expect me to let you go when you taste like that..’’ Loki murmured, looking over her exhausted features of having been almost fucked out and with her limbs trying to free herself. ‘’hmm I often forget how fragile humans really are, I don’t wish you dying on me.’’ Loki teased, holding you close where his hand gently cradled your head and pushed forward, making you lay your cheek in the place between his neck and shoulder with your eyes fluttering.

‘’y-your half human..’’ she mumbled, a weak attempt to insult him but only had him chuckling against her.

‘’true darling, but the other half of me is far superior than the rest of your blood.’’ He corrected, his hand beginning to pet her head. ‘’clearly.’’ He teased, quick finding her weak state cute while her body jolted to life at the feeling of something poking at her entrance.

‘’needless to say love.. you are indeed my savior. You see,’’ He sighed, pulling back to cup her jaw in his hand while he looked over her as if she were the most fragile thing In the world.

‘’for a Naga to survive, it must rely on.. female nectar. So you won’t be going anywhere for a very long time.’’

‘Now I understand.. this was no longer primal- nor feral under instinct.. this was possession..’

Fun Fact: We had to do some research in our role play and leaned towards this Lol "The Shape of Water"

The other RP we did and converted it :D "I Told You So"

Tag List: @meg-winchester @firedrakegirl @obnoxioustortoise @foxherder13 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @fire-in-her-veinz @nervouseden @kathren1sky-blog @eleniblue @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @queenofstarsign85 @slytherinqueen4life @soulpiercing @westwindrhapsody @lulubelle814 @wolfsmom1

[darkpuppysuit]

CHAPTER TWO

Pairing: Hybrid!BTSxReader

Words: 8.6k

WARNINGS: Smoking, Cursing, once again Hybrid puffy-fluffy clouds for the most part.

The night had remained peaceful, the first peaceful night I've had in my entire life actually. I slowly open my eyes with the morning sun and a death grip on my calf and soft snoring behind me, a blonde tail wrapped around my thigh. I don't remember much of anything that happened last night maybe that was a blessing in disguise. I slowly unfurl the fist entangled in my shirt and the grip on my calf tightens.

"Kitten?" Yoongi groans absently and turns over on his side looking at me through heavily lidded eyes as the sun shines on his ever so delicate and pale skin. "I need to get up, there's chores to be done Yoongi." I grumble. "If I stay in this bed any longer nothing's gonna get done." 

I rub my face and slip my leg from his loosened grasp when my phone rings loudly. Jimin bolts upright with a messy head of hair and his eyes still closed. "What the hell is that annoying noise?" I scoff as I reach into my drawer beside me. "It's called rock and roll, oh my gods." I bring out my cell phone to see Emily's name on screen.

"Hello?" I mumble as she screams on the other end. "Y/n M/n L/n! Get your ass out here you got three hot looking mother fuckers having a standoff with me on your front fucking porch!" I wince at her loud voice and she hangs up as quickly as she called. 

I lay back down on the bed and rest my arm over my eyes before I jolt upright smacking my forehead against Yoongi's chin. "Fuck! Why did you move! You were perfectly fine at the edge of the bed!" I rub the area on my forehead that was just assaulted by his chin.

"What do you mean! I heard yelling from the other end of the phone, I was concerned!" He growls the last of his sentence. "That doesn't mean get all up in my business jackass! Are you okay?" I stop rubbing my forehead to take his face into my hands so I can look him over, only when our eyes meet does he stop mumbling curses under his breath.

If I didn't know any better with how wide his eyes are I'd think I was looking at a canine hybrid and not a feline, I could get lost in his caramel colored eyes for the rest of my life and I wouldn't mind. 

Jimin yawns beside me stretching his arms over his head. "You two argue like an old married couple." We break eye contact at his comment and Yoongi was fast to sprint towards the door before turning back to Jimin with a scowl. "Say something like that again I dare you mutt." Yoongi growls his empty threat that turns into a purr almost when he looks to me for a moment, (he doesn't mind being seen like an old married couple, it actually makes his heart flutter a little when he thinks about it) then he trips over the rug in the hallway when he shuffles out. "I guess I better go save her."

Walking out the front door in my pajamas to find not only Namjoon (It was a given he'd be one of the three hybrids outside) but also Jungkook and Taehyung, who are standing the closest to my best friend with their arms crossed and a semi permanent scowl on their face. Taehyung turns around and his whole demeanor changes so quick it almost gives me whiplash.

"Y/n! This one claims to know you." He pouts pointing at Emily who is openly gawking at Jungkook and Namjoon, the wolf hybrid keeping his arms crossed as he looks down to meet my eyes before looking back at the stranger ion my lawn. "Everyone I would like you to meet Emily." I step down from the porch and over to Emily, standing behind her and gently rubbing her forearm to hopefully comfort her. 

"She's been my best friend for fifteen years now and I would appreciate it if you will treat her with the same respect you have for me." I smile as the hybrids that have gathered outside relax a little bit and I look at my best friend. "What the fuck are you doing over here so damn early? Ya stupid bitch."

I push her shoulder and she stumbles only to come back and envelope me into a bone crushing hug. "I haven't had the chance to come over for so long asshole so, I thought I'd surprise you! I didn't expect to get jumped by three very attractive hybrids." My cheeks begin to burn as I look at the three who have turned away from the conversation looking anywhere but me. "I guess I should have told you that I have guests staying here, my bad. You should have called anyways what if I was still sleeping? You would've been stuck out in the heat, dumb cunt."

I bring everyone inside and do some more introductions before Emily follows me upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind her she looks at me with her round eyes. "Bitch, when were you going to tell me there is seven of them? Not to mention they're all hot as fuck, I swear give me five minutes with that white tiger and I'll be happy." She exclaims and throws herself onto my bed daydreaming.

"Shut the hell up they can hear you, stupid! Hybrid hearing remember?" I take off my shorts and shirt after I slap her shoulder. "Plus they've only barely been here a day.  I'm supposed to take them to the store for new clothes, I can't have them walking around the farm looking homeless, what if someone calls hybrid control?" 

I button my flannel by the middle button on my chest with a black tank top underneath and my normal blue jeans and socks. "Did they come in before the storm?" She rolls over my bed trying to keep up with my steps around the room. "No, I saw them run into the barn out back during the storm. I was scared they were gonna ransack the damn place, all I saw were like three bodies make it inside before I booked it out there." Emily bursts out laughing at what I thought was going to happen had I not stepped in.

"Wow Y/n, I didn't think you were that into your grandparents old vintage stuff!" I throw a pillow at her face but she quickly snatches it mid-air laughing at my expense. "Hey it's not my fault okay? I hadn't seen any hybrid in weeks and the storm was blowing shit everywhere! Nobody should've been out in all that!" I whisper shout at her putting some perfume and deodorant on. I open my mouth again but it's quickly shut by the doorbell. Emily and I share a wide eyed glance before we're rushing out of the room and down the stairs to the foyer.

Clambering down the stairs with Emily in tow Hoseok was just about to open the door before I push my body against it to swiftly shut the door. "Until the neighbors know you guys are here leave it to me to answer the door. Less bullshit happier Y/n, okay?" Hobi shakes his head and scurries back to the living room with his tail tucked between his legs and I take a deep breath before opening the door again.

"Hi, oh it's just you! How ya doin' John?" I give him an apologetic smile and all the hybrids heads perk up at the mention of another mans name, their ears flick around to the conversation at the door, growling at the masculine scent coming inside. "Hey Y/n, what happened? The door barely opened before it was slammed in my face." John chuckles flashing his charming smile as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and slip my hand into my back pocket biting my bottom lip. 

"Uhm, well funny story actually-" I nervously laugh and was just about to explain to him how I have seven hybrids currently in my house oh and lets not forget they're all men. "Y/n has seven hybrids living with her!" I spin around to face Emily quicker than the speed of light scowling at her whispering bitch I'm gonna fucking kill you in your sleep.

"Seven? That's no big deal. I'm assuming they're all cats or are they dogs? Those are the species you normally deal with aren't they?" I wince and scrunch my nose at him. "Well, not exactly John, just come in and you'll see what I mean." I pull him into the house and close the door behind him. 

When I stand next to him all of the hybrids have stood and are in a line in front of the stairs. Jungkook looks like he's about to charge poor John meanwhile Namjoon and Yoongi are glowering at him with such a thick fuck around and find out aura around them my breath hitches in my throat.

"U-uhm, John these are the hybrids I was talking about." He looks between my short stature then back at the seven men standing in front of him. "You didn't tell me they were all guys." Surprisingly it's Jin who scoffs at him followed by an irritated eye roll.

"I don't think she has to mention that to anyone." I tilt my head at him as our eyes meet for a moment and his stern look falters for a second before he returns to scowling at the man next to me. "Right, anyways let me introduce you."

Once introductions are out of the way I drag Emily to the kitchen and John follows behind her. "Fuck that was intense. You could cut the tension with a fucking chainsaw." I slump in my chair and rub my temples a deep sigh leaving my lips. "No joke, what was up with that?" I lean back in my chair and let my head hang over the back when John chimes in.

"They're territorial, especially that wolf hybrid. Have you even talked to them about staying or going yet?" I snap my head up and look across the table at him with tired eyes. I haven't thought to ask them, they've spent one day here and I'm already almost completely attached to them.

"No, I just assumed they would eat, rest and move on like all the others in the past. But they did help me move the fallen branches to the burn pile. Dove absolutely loves Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung, she seems so much happier with them around."

I run my hands down my face and through my hair finally calming down from the adrenaline rush from earlier. "You need to ask them because from the intense vibe from earlier I think their less rational animalistic side sees this as their home already but the rational human part of them is waiting to be told to get the hell out of dodge." 

Emily takes my hands in hers and looks me directly in my eyes. "Just talk to them babes, I'm sure you can figure something out, besides if you don't keep them here- I'll happily take that fluffy haired tiger with me." I roll my eyes and push her hard enough to knock her down and out of her chair (Pretty sure she rolled off though).

"There's no need for violence!" She shouts and I laugh hysterically and point at her before I turn my attention back to John. "Hey John did you need something? You don't usually come over unless it's about your grandfather's horses or cattle."

Poor John is a city boy but was the only one willing to help his grandfather out with his own, smaller farm just up the road. Bless this mans heart. "Oh yeah that's right my grandad was hoping you'd take this mustang he got at the auction a couple nights ago, says she knows how to break horses real good. His words not mine." He raises his hands up and leans back in the chair.

"He's probably kicking up a storm in your front yard in the horse trailer right about now." I stare at him for a moment as Emily sits in the chair next to him throwing me a shady look. "A mustang? Here, as in right now? Ugh, let me get my boots on." I roll my eyes and stomp to the nook in front of the door. Before we even step outside I can hear whining and the trailer banging around outside.

When we do step outside the trailer is moving side to side. "How did you even get him in the trailer?" I look up to John who stands next to me with his hands in his pockets and his brows furrowed. "Lots of pulling and staying the fuck out of his way once he was in." Nodding I cautiously walk forward to the trailer and the mustang inside stops for a moment. I open the door to grab the rope around his jaw so I can pull him forward- he was a beautiful ash grey and the socks on his feet were black along with his mane and tail of course.

"Easy now sweetheart, I'm gonna get you all settled in the stables alright?" The horse stamps the trailer floor a few times nodding his head up and down and I start to lead him when he suddenly lurches forward taking me with him, letting out a blood curdling scream that has everyone flying outside yelling at me to let go of the rope but I can't hear them over the stomping hooves so close to my ear.

"Son of a bitch!" I manage to swing my feet out in front of me and dig my heels into the mud, using the upcoming mound of rocks to help me jump onto the bareback of the horse. I quickly let go of the rope and tangle my fingers in its long black mane pulling hard.

I grit my teeth hard as he instantly starts bucking in the air trying with all his might to buck me off onto the grass of my backyard but I hold on for dear life while digging my spurs into his sides. "Goddammit! Just go down already you bastard!" I speak through gritted teeth as Jungkook watches on, loving the way I bark curse words and grunts at the horse. 

"That's so hot." He mumbles under his breath- hoping nobody heard him, having not so holy thoughts. He quickly shakes the porn-like images from his head before looking up again and smiling. Namjoon looks worried for a change as he pulls at the ends of his hair in anticipation waiting for the worst to happen, beside him is Jin who's worked up in a similar fashion only softly biting his nails.

Hoseok and Yoongi have to hold back both Taehyung and Jimin from running out into harms way just to try and help, Yoongi keeps repeating. "This is what she does for a living guys, calm down." Like a broken record and it's not until a few grueling minutes later of practically wrestling with the horse that could easily fall to the side and break my leg or worse, the mustang slows down significantly with his head hung low panting against the dirt underneath him.

I reach down and pat his neck then gently rubbing it trying to catch my own breath so I talk between gasps of air. "See? I told y-you would lose." I tilt my head down and take a deep breath letting out a tired sigh before I lead him over to the stable shouting back at John. "I'll keep him for a few days to make sure he's completely broke in!" I give him a thumbs up and a tip of my hat that he quickly returns with a smile.

I walk inside toeing off my boots a little more worse for wear than when my day first started and I slump onto the couch resting my head on the back of it. I take a deep breath and I close my eyes for a few minutes before they shoot open again raising my hands out in front of me while quickly sitting up taking another deep breath through my nose.

"Y/n-ie? Are you okay?" Jimin asks shuffling his feet to stand next to me, I look up at him from the couch. "Yeah, I'm okay bub. I want to take you guys to the store so you don't look so, homeless? I'm sure there's a better word for it but yeah." I rub my face before looking back at him with his holy shirt, tattered jeans and shredded dress shoes.

"You want to get us new clothes?" He asks shyly wrapping his tail around his middle, which seems to be a nervous tic of his- like Hoseok does when he tucks his tail between his legs. I smile at him and pat the spot next to me for him to sit and I ruffle his hair, his cheeks change to that cute pink color I like so much. 

"Of course I do, and shoes and hygiene supplies or whatever else you guys want." I start rubbing his back when Hoseok walks in with a sandwich in hand munching away. "I hope you don't mind I helped myself to the fridge." He takes another bite, sitting next to me he offers me some. "N-no I'm okay." I put my hand up and shake my head but he doesn't take no for an answer and insists I take at least one bite before we run out the door again.

I roll my eyes and take a bite from the fox hybrid just to appease him as he stares at me intently. Standing up I call for the rest of the guys to meet me in the living room. Better time than never for that awkward conversation to take place before I take them to the store. That might just be my nerves talking though...

Yoongi is the last to show up as he shuffles his feet across the rug half asleep to sit in the easy chair across from me and I take a look around the room to make sure I have every body counting their heads, they're spread out in the living room and I stand in the archway to look at all of them. "Okay, this is an important conversation we should've had the night you came in, I know you've only been here a day and I know some of us didn't get off on the right foot."

I glance in Namjoon's direction barely making eye contact before he quickly looks at a random painting on the wall to his left rubbing the back of his head. "But I would be forever grateful if you guys would stay." I look up from gazing at the wolf and their heads have snapped in my direction staring, I take a deep breath before continuing. "This ain't easy for me to admit that I need help with the chores this place demands of me. It's a total of eighty acres for fuck sake, it stretches from the dirt road out front all the way to the creek in the back. Now, you don't h-have to stay here if you don't want to and I'm okay with that too. When you're here you can do whatever you want." 

Looking around the room my heart swells a little more to see them thinking about it so intently with hushed whispers but it also makes me nervous because they could possibly walk out of this house and never return once they walk out that door.

My heart is hoping maybe, just maybe, they'll stay not only to help out around the farm but to also stay with me, keep me company. I've been alone for so long not only physically but mentally as well, drained from mundane interactions with other people and hybrids alike. 

But it isn't like that with them for some reason I feel a constant tugging on my heart strings to shower them with anything  I can, especially affection. I have to come back to reality more often than not when I get lost in my thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now because I still need to figure out how to get all of you into the truck so we can get you some new, clean clothes and whatever else you guys want."

Hoseok and Jimin's tails are going a mile a minute and their shining smiles are wider than I've ever seen before. "You mean you want us to stay here? With you and Dove?" Their matched energy levels have leaped through the ceiling so much that I have to raise a hand up to get them to calm down. "I do Hoseok, but it's your decision not mine. I won't make you stay here against your will or work you to the bone either. Being here you will be treated like any human being would be treated, fairly and with respect. It's the southern way after all."  

After getting my boots back on, pulling the keys out of my pocket and some arguing from a few of the hybrids that have now all piled in the truck. Jimin is sitting next to me on the bench seat holding my hand his fingers laced with mine, nuzzling into my side meanwhile Jin is riding in the passenger space, stating he has seniority because he's the eldest.

He sits close to the door but still has his arm draped over the back of the bench seat playing with the ends of my hair. Meanwhile Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi are sitting in the back trying to make room for Jungkook. After a few minutes of struggling with his antlers hitting the ceiling repeatedly he decides he's just going to sit in the bed of the truck and we are off towards town with good music blaring down the old dirt road. 

I put the truck in park and turn it off, taking a deep breath I open the door and everyone follows me to the bed of the truck. "How was it?" I ask Jungkook as he jumps from the tailgate. "You need to take those fucking turns slower- was thrown to the side of the truck more than a few times." He chuckles scratching behind his halo antlers and my eyes look him over as I grab his face down to his shoulders.

"Fuck I'm sorry are you alright?" I keep looking him over while his smile turns into a smirk. "Damn Y/n if you wanted to feel me up this bad all you had to do was ask." I swiftly retract my hands blush creeping in from my ears down to my cheeks and neck as I playfully punch his arm.

"That's not what I was doing! There's equipment in the back, it could've hurt you, cocky little shit." I turn around and roll my eyes at nobody in particular and guide them into the hybrid outfitters. Upon entering the retail store the staring is endless, everywhere I look there's somebody and their hybrid or little kid staring. If looks could kill I'd be dead and buried six feet under.

Soon two shopping carts are being filled to the brim with clothes, toys and bathroom supplies, just as I turn the corner into the collar aisle to keep myself busy while the rest of them shop with Taehyung and Jin on either side of me.

A lady who by her appearance didn't belong in this small town hybrid shop, she was in a dress that came down to her knees and it sparkled like the sun with every step she took with heels on her feet clicking against the tile and jewelry I would never be able to afford on my own hanging from her ears and neck. 

"Hi young lady I'm sorry to disturb your shopping but, how much for your snow tiger hybrid?" I look up from the silver collar that looked more like a chain necklace than a collar, slowly turning my head towards Miss money with my eyebrows knitted together.

"What makes you think he's for sale in the first place?" I snap at her grimacing, burning holes into the side of her head as she openly ogles at both Taehyung and Jin who look very uncomfortable shuffling their feet around like the bitch talks about them like they're not even here, completely ignoring me.

"Oh why don't I just take both of them off of your hands? By the looks of it you have enough problems to worry about, please money is no issue." She looks me up and down, my clothes still partially covered by mud and dirt with a disgusted look on her face before she reaches for her pocket book to write me a check.

"How much do you want?" With her pen at the ready to write down whatever amount I decided. I snatch the pen from her hand and chuck it across the aisle, pointing at her getting a little too close for her comfort. I couldn't help it I was seeing red pissed at her ignorance and blatant disrespect for both me and the boys.

"Listen lady I know how your kind works. You buy hybrids have fun with them around for a few days then treat them like cow shit on the bottom of your boot and throw them out when you're done with them. They are not a problem nor will they ever be a fucking problem." Fire burned in my eyes as I stared her down down like predator and prey, her eyes were blown wide and she almost looked offended as she scoffed. "So take your checkbook and get the fuck out of my face." I scoff and turn around the fury still boiling within my veins. 

Once out of the aisle and out of earshot I stop to take a deep breath and let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose I pat Taehyung and Jin on the back giving them a small squeeze with my hands on the side of their waists.

"I'm sorry for going off like that she just, ugh, people like her piss me off. She's obviously never worked a day in her life and thinks money makes everything so much easier to get what she wants. I mean it does but that's not my point." I completely wrap my arms around each of their waist in a side hug before they share a glance and quickly envelope me in a warm almost bone crushing embrace. 

Taehyung and Jin rub their noses against either side of my neck sending shivers down my spine and I can't but smile "Thank you Y/n for protecting us like that. You have no idea how much it means to us." Jin purrs and Taehyung nods in agreement, a soft chuff leaving his throat before pulling back their pupils slightly blown out from the scenting they just did.

"One of these days you guys are gonna have to tell me how your needs as a hybrid work, besides the basics of course." I giggle, a sound they haven't heard slip past my lips before and they decide from then and there they need to hear it more often. 

Moving forward to the electronic section of the store Jimin comes running towards the cart with a pile of clothes mixed with a few odds and ends. "Y/n-ie! Can I have this? Please?" he dumps the clothes into the cart holding up a duck toy for me to see and I smile at him, my eyes shining at his childish pout.

"Of course get whatever you want, I'm gonna get you guys some phones that way you can call me if you need something and I'm not around." I rub the top of his head the smile on his face makes my cheeks hurt for him with how wide it is. "Okay! I'm gonna go find Hobi and show him my duck!" He runs off towards the shoe section at the speed of light as I get their phones squared away.

Soon it's time to check out, I don't pay much attention to the way the clerk is ogling over the seven hybrids around the checkout lane, especially Jungkook. I count their heads to make sure I have everyone. "You seem to have your hands full huh? I bet they're a lot of fun at home especially that elk of yours."

It seems today is the day to test my short fuse of patience and anger for a second time, Taehyung looks over trying to gauge my reaction, the aroma of burnt leather and ashy cedar filling everyone's noses and he is quick to slither his tail around my waist I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. 

The guys can plainly smell the burnt leather and ashy cedarwood stinging their noses like a forest fire by now when I turn to look at her like an insect that had to be gotten rid of as soon as possible. I open my mouth to speak but she's quick to cut me off with a gross smirk on her face. "I mean if he's too much to handle in the bedroom, I'll take him home with me." I look back to Jungkook whose eyes are as wide as saucers making him look as innocent as a little bunny, had it not been for the tattoos, piercings, and cocky ass attitude I would've believed those eyes.

She scans the duck last because Jimin just would not let it go to save his life, once his duckie was scanned I'm quick to pluck it out of the plastic bag and hand it back to him with a smile before turning my attention back to the woman in front of me, stoned face and pissed off, leaning over the counter a little, pointing my finger in her face, my words laced with venom.

"Listen bitch first of all he's a Yukon moose anyone with two perfectly good eyeballs can see that much. Secondly, I've already had to deal with one of you sick fucks today and if you want to keep your job I suggest you keep your horny comments to your motherfucking self. Okay? Sweetheart." I growl and lean back barely touching Taehyungs chest with my back and put on a fake smile then take a wad of cash out of my back pocket and hand it to her gritting my teeth.

I haul my ass up into the truck slamming the door shut, we managed to make room for Jungkook in the front next to Jin who has traded spots with Jimin, currently too entranced by his new toy to pay attention to much of anything.

Jin rubs my shoulder in an attempt to calm my frayed nerves. "That shit, is exactly why I don't leave the farm as much anymore. Gods, the filth that walks this world thinking hybrids are anything less than human are an abomination." I growl out causing Taehyung to sit forward on the bench seat behind me to play with my hair in an attempt to soothe me.

"Don't worry about it too much Y/n, we're used to getting those kind of comments." Namjoon sighs pulling his tail out from under him as he climbs into the truck and sits down followed by Yoongi and Hoseok. "I don't care if it's the most normal thing on the planet! It grinds my gears that they can say or do anything they want and get away with it especially miss money in the collar aisle." I let out another low grunt that has the whole truck go silent the entire way back to the house.

I sit in the lazy chair flipping through the channels on the TV while the boys are upstairs getting their things sorted. I stop on the local news channel and stare at the headline "Local man let out of prison two years early for good behavior." I can't believe my eyes when he shows up on screen, his fugly smile and crooked teeth grossing me out and if it wasn't for the way he stared into the camera when he talked like he was staring directly into my soul I would have heard Namjoon trying to talk to me- asking me something about a spare room or maybe books?

"Earth to Y/n, return from orbit." Waving his hand in front of my face I look up at him with wide mentally absent eyes and my bottom lip quivering, the tears collecting in my eyes threaten to spill as he swiftly sits down and wraps his large arms around me.

"What's wrong pup?" He holds me close rubbing my bicep and scenting the top of my head with his chin as I stare at the floor. After a few minutes and Yoongi sitting down next to me nuzzling his nose into my neck scenting just like Namjoon is on my other side do I start to become lucid again. 

"Kit, you need to tell us what you're thinking about. We don't want another episode." Yoongi's purr is low and I take a peek at the TV again and it's changed to something else entirely so I shut it off. "It's nothing, don't worry about it okay?" I break out of their grasp with a fake smile only to be pulled sideways onto Namjoons lap with a small yelp.

"You don't have to tell us right now but you're not moving until your scent dies down a little." Namjoon can still smell the forest fire coming off of me in waves, he gently circles his arms around my waist and I set my hands awkwardly around his shoulders and on his broad chest as he pulls my body close. His nose meets my neck gently rubbing against it which causes me to shiver and close my eyes trying not to start crying in front of them.

Yoongi joins the scenting by pressing his chest to my back and rubbing his cheek against the nape of my neck laying an arm over my opposite shoulder while the other slips through Namjoons grip to rest his hand on my thigh and I tense up at the close contact with the wolf and panther hybrid purring loud enough for the whole house to hear.

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"Hey look at that." Jungkook slaps Jins shoulder and he turns away from the sink long enough to see Y/n resting on Namjoon's lap with Yoongi pressed against her back, the two alpha hybrids completely lost in scenting and soothing her. "She looks like she's about to pass out. If they don't stop soon they're alphas are going to snap. Last thing we need is a feral fight in the living room with Y/n caught in the middle." Jin worriedly goes back to washing the few dishes in the sink trying to think of a good way to get them off of her without one of them ripping his throat out. 

"Yeah you're right, as entertaining as that would be the last thing we need to do is scare her away or for her to change her mind completely, kicking us out." Jungkook pats new his dirt-less pants looking around the room waiting when he glances back at the jaguar hybrid who's already staring at him with an are you serious expression on his face before rolling his eyes. "What? I didn't do anything." He shrugs his shoulders as Jin turns the faucet off and dries his hands. 

"Exactly, why does it always have to be me?" He complains aggressively throwing the towel onto the stovetop before putting it where it actually belongs. "Because Namjoon actually likes you, he tolerates me and you're older than literally everyone in the house." Now, Jungkook wasn't wrong very often and he did have a few good annoying little points.

"Fine but if I lose a limb you're taking me to the hospital. You know how their alphas could react, especially Yoongi's when it comes to someone as broken as her. All they want to do is fix her the best way they know how to." Jin whispers, ever so slowly making his way into the living room across the foyer where Y/n and the other two have been for the last hour. 

Standing in front of the small cuddle puddle he lightly taps the wolf hybrids shoulder repeatedly. "Joon. Hey, Joonie. Namjoon!" Jin shouts his name smacking his shoulder with a crisp slap and Namjoon's head shoots upright from where it was nuzzled into Y/n's neck.

His eyes are completely blown out and a deep rumble coming from his chest pulling her sleeping form closer to his body making Yoongi growl softly from the other side. "I'm sorry but you two are scenting up the entire house we can hardly breathe. Do you want me to ta-" 

Jins voice is cut off by not one but two low almost guttural snarls which causes him to take a step or two back raising his hands level with his shoulders. "Or, you two can take her to her room yourself I don't care, I just want to be able to breath again without my nose being assaulted." He shoots back noting how the two of them refuse to remove themselves and go somewhere else.

"Come on Joon we all talked about this at the store, promised to share her no matter what." There's a small pause in both of their movements only now remembering the promise they made as a pack of mismatched hybrids if they were to stay in this house. "The fact that you two aren't responding coherently is making my skin itch. At least carry her up to her room that way we have a door to shut."

Namjoon carries Y/n to her bedroom briefly coming back to reality when she shifts in his arms tightening her grip on his shoulders and around his waist where he holds her by the back of her thighs when he reached her door.

Yoongi opens the small double doors to her room and saunters in like he owns the place claiming his spot under the covers on the far side of her bed making room for Y/n. 

He could care less if Namjoon was to join, his only priority at the moment is to keep alpha's kitten safe and far away from harm, whatever had caused that horrid burnt leather and wet cedar smell to attack his nose earlier he'd be sure to correct it as soon as possible.

Laying her onto the bed she shifts a little when her hot skin meets the cold sheets below, the two men freeze and she quickly finds Yoongi, her personal heater, rolling into him with a small smile on her face as she cuddles in close encasing his torso with her arm laying her other hand on his chest then she stills once again. 

Namjoon slowly and gently slides against her back putting his arm underneath her head and his other arm wraps around her belly, rubbing it in short strokes his alpha wondering how round she would become, filled with his pups and raising them like the father he always dreamed of being.

Yoongi is thinking along those same lines pulling her leg onto his hip and slotting his leg between hers so he could be in some way closer to her. His alpha scratching at the door demanding him to take her right now but he manages to fend him off just enough because he knew if he let his alpha win he could hurt her in more ways than one and that's the last thing he wanted, not when this was all still so new but not quite foreign, not just for him but for everyone involved.

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A few hours later, downstairs in the kitchen Seokjin is desperately trying to fix something for them to eat. "This is fucking stupid, how does she find anything in this mess?" He grumbles to nobody in particular as he stands inside the pantry with his arms crossed over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently on the tile below while biting his bottom lip in concentration. The pantry was indeed all over the place and nothing was organized which made Seokjin's ears twitch and his tail flick in frustration. 

"Simple, it's her house." Jungkook snickers from the open sliding glass door to the back porch with a lit cigarette from the pack Y/n had bought him earlier poised between his lips taking a long drag. Seokjin rolls his eyes then saunters out of the pantry with a baking pan, a can of butter biscuits and two pounds of sausage and some bacon too.

He sets the items in his hands on the counter putting his hands on his hips staring at the pile in front of him. Hoseok and Taehyung run down the stairs towards the back porch when Hoseok stops mid jog to tap Seokjin on the shoulder. 

"Hey, what are you going to cook with all of that?" He asks curiously as he looks over the jaguar hybrid's broad shoulders. "I was thinking biscuits and gravy for dinner but I'm not good at making any type of gravy, the gravy is always way too thin to be considered a gravy."

Seokjin sighs in frustration while rubbing his face with both hands meanwhile Hoseok is running some scalding hot water in the sink to thaw the frozen meat. "That's a lot of gravy for one sentence, also, why don't you ask Y/n for help? Where is she anyways?" 

Hoseok asks as he turns the water off and sets the two pounds of meat into the sink. "Oh hell no, I'm not getting involved in all that, I like to keep all limbs inside the cart at all times thank you. Those two alphas would tear me apart if I even so much as stepped anywhere near her bedroom right now. I honestly thought they were going to rip my head off when I offered to take her upstairs from their puddle in the living room." Seokjin sputters his words out and takes a deep much needed breath before turning to the stove with the can of biscuits in hand trying to read the small print on the side. 

"Oh shit, really? Both of them have her? Tha- I don't know Jinnie is it honestly a good idea to let them get attached to her this quick? Anything could happen." Hoseok's cautious nature stems from his previous owners' many empty promises and lies, he couldn't trust a lot of hybrids that weren't the six of them much less humans. "They're not going to do anything unless she asks them personally, we talked about this at the store when you were testing out your new running shoes." He takes a look at the fox hybrid's new multi-colored shoes then up to meet his eyes with a playful yet sarcastic smile. "Also, don't call me that ever again." 

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Y/n's eyes slowly flutter open when she smells the biscuits wafting their delicious aroma through her nearby air vent from the kitchen below her room. She tries to sit up but her movements are restricted by a pair of arms. Wait, no, two pairs of arms, and legs?

Her breathing picks up and her eyes dart upwards to see a serenely sleeping Yoongi and her body starts to relax just a bit when the other pair of arms starts rubbing her soft belly followed by a sickly sweet soft purr vibrating her back and she turns her head to look behind her the best she can and spies a grey ear with a puff of ivory white at the tip knowing the only one with those colored ears is Namjoon her heartbeat completely relaxes to a calm thump. 

Her eyes remain open though, her mind racing trying to think about how she got to her room but by the two hybrids sleeping peacefully and purring in her bed that question was already answered for her and she shifts so she could lay on her back between the two.

She looks up at Namjoon again, the soft orange glow of her bedside lamp making his features look darker than they already were with his tanned skin. Taking a small breath caught in his glow of tranquility as he snores softly, like a light low hum with his lips slightly parted showing the faintest hint of his canines. 

She reaches her hand up ever so slowly and ghosts her fingers across what she thought was a soft jawline until he closed his mouth, setting his jaw, leaning into her touch absently. His jawline is sharp but even so, his face is still as soft as the portion of his heart that he always swore to keep anyone from hurting again. 

"Hey pup." His voice is dangerously low and gruff like he had been sleeping for years before he coughs, opening his dragon-like eyes tilting his chin downwards to look into her shining orbs only vaguely noticing a few letters to a tattoo on her collarbone. "Something smells good, huh?" The smile he flashes is almost blinding as he begins to stretch his stiff muscles from holding onto Y/n so tightly for who knew how long. "H-hi, u-uhm." Y/n can hardly form a coherent sentence when the panther hybrid next to her begins to stir from his heavy slumber. 

"I hope whoever's cooking doesn't set your kitchen on fire." Yoongi grunts as he slithers his arm around her hips and hooks his thumb into her belt loop on her pants, signaling that he isn't ready to let go much less physically get up right now. Namjoon's eyes have almost gone back to normal thankfully, he nudges her nose with his absently laying his large hand back onto her squishy belly.

"It's probably Jin, whatever he's cooking smells good, also, I wouldn't worry too much unless I was the one in the kitchen cooking." Namjoon jokes chuckling to himself as Yoongi just huffs, Y/n returns her attention from the hand looped in her jeans back to the wolf hybrid, noticing the dimples on his cheeks that poke out when he smiles. If she could see those everyday life could, possibly, be peaceful. 

Then there's a sudden loud crash from downstairs Y/n jolts upwards on pure instinct, fumbling out of their hold and over Namjoons long ass legs, possibly kneeing him in the groin on the way over. Falling onto the floor unceremoniously with a hard thud as her knees hit the floor first practically throwing her bedroom doors open and running at what felt like the speed of light into the kitchen.

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"What happened? Who's hurt?  Who needs their heads knocked together?" She shouts as she slides into the archway between the kitchen and foyer to see Hoseok and Jimin covered in what she could only think was a sad attempt at gravy with Jimin's duck at Jins fallen form and she's quick to ignore the fox and retriever for a moment, falling next to Seokjin to check on the jaguar hybrid. "Oh my god Jinnie, are you alright? You look a complete mess darlin'." 

Y/n smiles empathetically towards the hybrid with her sweet accent like a tooth rotting melody to everyone's ears, she tilts his chin up for him to look at her so she could check for injuries but what Seokjin saw was something completely different. 

What Seokjin saw was a human, someone other than his mismatched packmates, worried about him and to make things even more difficult, her hair was draped over her shoulder ever so delicately and her plush pink lips sucked between her teeth as she smiles, like some other force was trying to make his knees buckle had they not already done so when he had slipped on Jimin's toy and the pot had fallen from his grasp. She looked other worldly her eyes shining against the fluorescent light of the kitchen showing just a flash of beautiful golden brown surrounding her pupil.

"Earth to Jin? Are you there honey?" Y/n snaps her fingers in front of his face and only then did Seokjin realize there was a crowd in the kitchen staring at him waiting for an answer and he chuckles softly then shakes his head a bright red blush stemming down from his ears down to his cheeks.

"Yeah I'm alright, perfect actually." His cheeks are a rosy pink and Y/n giggles lightly and stands to her feet, holding a hand out to help him stand up with her which he took happily as Yoongi finally came downstairs dragging his feet along the hardwood floor. 

"What the hell happened and what's dripping from the ceiling?" He asks surveying the area with squinted eyes, index finger pointing upwards and Y/n's shoulders start shaking as she tries to hold back her laugh with all three "gravy" covered hybrid's forming a small half circle around her. "Y/N? You're not mad are you? It was my fault I swear, I-I threw the duck too far and-" Jimin's words are cut off when Y/n bursts into shameless laughter covering her mouth from view as she grabs her stomach from laughing so hard. 

After a few more seconds of laughter and tears from Y/n she lets out a huff of air wiping a happy tear from her face. "I'm sorry, guys." She holds back a giggle that hums in her throat as she replays previous events screwing her eyes closed for a moment before she looks up at the ceiling again. "You just- you got it all the way up there? That's amazing." This time her laugh is  softer keeping her smile from view with the back of her hand. 

After everyone that was involved in the gravy accident, a memory that will stay with all of them for the rest of their lives was done taking a shower, Y/n stands in front of the stove with the same pot from earlier (Yes they washed it) with Jin standing half next to her half looming over her shoulder. "Now, I'm going to whisk the liquid while you sift some flower into the pot. The sifter is in the top shelf of the cabinet to your right." 

Y/n instructs Seokjin and he is able to find the sifter rather quickly, bringing it over to her and gently placing a small amount of flour onto the screen below. Turning the small handle the bar inside begins to sift the flour into the pot. "Good job Jinnie." She praises him as she keeps the soon to be actual gravy from clumping together, once the flour was gone and the liquid began to thicken Y/n steps to the side turning the heat to low before putting some salt and pepper to taste.

"And that my dear is how gravy is done!" Seokjin looks at the pot below in awe, he knew he had a few things to work on if he was going to be able to keep up with her,  especially outside. Soon dinner was served with freshly baked flakey butter biscuits, sausage, bacon, and eggs.

Y/n wipes her hands off on the apron she had put on just in case there was another accident,  turning her back to the hybrids that had gathered around once the plate of fried eggs was sat onto the table, getting a head start on cleaning the kitchen when the low moan of a chair made her jump a little before a set of large hands found their perch on both of her shoulders.

"I think that can wait, don't you?" A low chuff and a warm chest meets her back and she stiffens, why are they sticking to me like glue? She asked herself, turning around to face him while taking the apron off and pushing on his chest to get him to backup a little, the heat radiating off his body causing her to blush at his close proximity. 

Taehyung takes this opportunity to look into her eyes, the blue hue of them so faint they almost look silver with an enchanting golden ring dancing around her pupils. Compared to his own boring milk chocolate orbs staring into hers, it was like a galaxy trapped for eternity within her gaze.

"I-I need a cigarette, or five. E-excuse m-me." Stumbling over her words and practically bolting outside, accidently slamming the sliding glass door shut so hard they swear the glass was going to shatter. The snow tiger hybrid stands in the middle of the kitchen her apron in hand staring at the door Y/n disappeared through blinking slowly. "Way to go Casanova." Jimin scoffs rolling his eyes, meanwhile Y/n is pacing back and forth on the porch with her second cigarette halfway gone already. 

[seancekitsch]

Vox from Hazbin Hotel x siren! reader?? PLEASEE i love this concept sm-

i think i accidentally created myself an oc, also, if you spot the showgirls reference ill give you a cookie, this is inspired by the general flavor of moulin rouge and showgirls

“What the FUCK?!” you all but screech, throwing your blush frustratedly at your vanity. The small compact hits the cool marble, and immediately the product with the pan shatters, ruined. It was expensive. Fuck. 

“I- I don’t know what happened…” Jinni, a succubus, your assistant and opening act, stutters from the door. Scared. 

You deflate, rolling your eyes as you calm yourself and stop scaring the girl. You have to remember to stop raging near her. She’s young, too young. 

Overlords in the club mean a good tip, mean security, mean you and girls like Jinni make rent safely and have some fun money to toss around as well. You practically fall into your chair, yank a fake eyelash off as you sigh, ready to put on the next pair for your closing number. 

“There’s gotta be some reason the voice didn’t work on him,” you say, “I’m gonna find out why.”

“Are you sure thats a good idea?” Jinni asks, her tail curling around one of her legs. You have a soft spot for the girl, you really do. A place like this is gonna tear her apart; or at least, it would if you didn’t immediately take her under your wing. You pat the little chair beside you, and wrap your arms around the girl as soon as she takes the spot. 

You both stare at each other’s eyes through the mirror, sweat and make up blurred against your complexions, a reassuring smile spreads across your face. 

“I’ll check and see if he has the VIP package, and pull out the damsel in distress act,” you tell the little succubus, now cheek to cheek with her.  She smiles at you through the mirror, knowing full well you’re ready to ham it up.

“Thats your best one,” she says, and comes closer to pick up a body glitter for you. Jinni leans on the chair behind you, resting her forearms on your shoulders. You gaze at her while your hand moves with the brush across your face, at this point muscle memory kicks in, flawless. She’s why you still play nice, you think. 

“Gonna make sure you don’t have to go back to doggy chow for dinner,” you chide as you finish up your new look, a bit more dewy and innocent looking, as you shake her off and grab a lace robe to walk backstage in. Jinni laughs, and then takes your seat to take off her own make up. 

You’ve done this walk thousands of times, the long dimly lit hallway, all of the girls rooms hidden behind flimsy curtains and makeshift doors, signed by girls current and long since past. Your feet feel light below you, though nerves course through your veins. The patrons cheering is almost quieted here, all the quiet white noise that sets you ablaze in excitement and anticipation for another performance. 

But before the end of the hall can be reached, a meaty hand comes out to stop you, wrapping around your bicep. 

“Outta my way, Flicker, I gotta tell the sound guy to switch my track,” You turn your head away from the stage manager, not willing to take a face full of his calamari breath.  

“You ain’t goin’ out there again tonight,” he explains, “Got a private booking with a big spender.”

You sigh, right, just what you needed right now. You wish you could shoot a quick text to Jinni but… your phone is back in your dressing room with her. She’ll have to fair without you until this is over. 

“Right now?” you meet his eyes, and you can tell he wanted you in there five minutes ago. Shit. Well, here goes the girls' good tips for the night, you sigh, and turn towards the stairwell that leads you up to the private boxes. 

These rooms are gross; there’s no way to sugar coat it. You hate private bookings, much preferring to dance on the floor with any high spending patrons, giving them the girlfriend experience while you have the added safety of being able to slip away. These private rooms don't even have walls, more like private theater boxes so the managers can make sure you're keeping the clients happy. Up here, your talents are much more obvious, much harder to avoid blame.

You wonder what this guy will want. A champagne pour? A strip tease? Or worst of all, a dry hump or an over the pants job? You’d hate for this asshole to fuck up your costume or make up. That shits not cheap down here, and you only hope that after this private booking the overlord in the back of the hall might have loosened up and opened his wallets to one of the other girls or the house. 

But it still digs at you, like an old wound you cannot help but pick at… that your voice didn’t work on—

Him.

Its him. You can see through the sheer curtain the overlord in a suit. An old fashioned in his hand as he leans against the railing, the finale of the show tonight kicking into full gear below, all of the patrons like dogs on leashes waiting to be released to dance and party with the girls until dawn once the stage is clear. 

“Oh, Sir!” you call to him as you pull back the curtain, your flimsy robe fluttering behind you, “What is a man of your caliber doing in a place like this?”

Maybe you’re laying it on a little thick with the sultry little voice and the innocent act, but that’s what the men pay you for. He turns quickly, as if he didn’t expect you here so soon, but his smile quickly grows, teeth glowing against the low lighting of the private box. 

“What do you mean?” HIs voice is smooth as butter, “Is a man of MY caliber not supposed to admire beautiful things? Consider me a patron of the arts.”

You lounge yourself on one of the couches, effortlessly parting the bottom of your robe, kicking your legs up, really giving him a show. The boning of your costume digs into your ribs, but you don’t move. You always win over the higher spenders by laying out the feast for them. 

“Is that so?” you ask, a fake demure giggle leaving your lips, “Well then consider me confused, because you didn’t look so happy during my number earlier.”

The glow of his eyes distracted you, both out on stage earlier and now. His gaze intense, his posture rigid. 

“Maybe,” he trails off, crossing the little box until he’s in reach. One of his large hands wraps around your ankle, and then carelessly yanks your ankle off the couch to force you sitting upright. Okay, you’re only a little offended. Moreso intrigued by his seemingly complete lack of attraction to you. You drop your robe from one shoulder, baring more skin to entice him. Men are men, after all. He moves to sit at the other end of the couch. Maybe not all is lost, you think, as you pour a glass of champagne from the side table. The girl they threw on stage instead of you is killing this performance from what you can tell, and you know she’ll finish strong by the aerial rig set up and ready to go for her. You sip your glass as he sips his, and lean in closer to him, hoping that a little more proximity to him will help you figure out his deal. 

“But maybe I’m more wondering what the fuck someone like you is doing here,” he sneers as he stands, leaving you falling sideways into the space he vacated, nearly spilling your glass. 

“I- I beg your pardon?” you splutter, the sultry voice gone for a moment as you check to make sure you didn’t waste a drop of champagne on your robe.

“And stop with the agreeable little whore act, you can talk to me,” he winks at you as he says it,  red glowing eye rimmed with teal. You sigh as you brush yourself off from both he physical and metaphorical stumble. Okay, what does he know?

“Someone like me?” you ask, your real voice now dripping through. 

“Someone with power, darling,” The overlord says as if it’s obvious, “Someone with a talent like mine.”

He finishes his drink, and tosses the glass over the railing into the patrons gallery below.

“I could use someone with talents like yours,” he says, and your blood runs cold. You know what overlords mean when they say that. Your eyes dart to the curtain, to the hallway. If you shouted, would Flicker hear you? Wait- What are you thinking? He doesn’t give a rats ass about his girls’ safety. 

You do the only thing you can, you open your mouth to sing.

“Ah ah ah, nope,” he holds up a finger to silence you before you can begin, “That won’t work.”

You close your mouth, open it, close it again. 

“How did you know?”

If he knows, he can tell. If he tells, you lose money. Girls back on the street, you without a plan here.

His scowl turns to a smile, his eyes glowing brighter, circular rimming pulsating within his sclera. A funny tickle passes over you, as if he was blowing on you, gentle and odd. You furrow your brow, and then your jaw drops. You get it now. 

“Oh, Sir!” you play it up, ‘agreeable little whore’ voice as he called it back in full force, “I didn’t realize we were so evenly matched!” 

“I’m glad the smartest girl in this joint is also the prettiest,” he flirts, walking back over to the couch until he’s leaning on the arm of it. 

“How were you thinking of spending the evening mister…?” You stick to script if you trail off, not wanting to ask him outright what he wanted, now that you know what you’re dealing with.

He crackles, static, his glow dimming momentarily.

“Vox, darling. Where are my manners?” he finally introduces himself as he reaches over you for the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket and the other glass. He knows this game too, you realize, as his cologne wafts over you; something rich and woodsy. Attractive and expensive. 

“I’d like to offer my patronage, to your little,” he gestures around with the empty flute before pouring it, “artistic endeavors personally.”

That would be nice. A steady patron would mean steady money, steady numbers and acts, a bigger costume budget. His lap doesn't seem like a bad one to be perched on.

“Thats very generous, Mister Vox,” you say, holding out your glass for him to top it off, “But I can’t help but wonder what you want in return?”

His smile changes, less sharp, more real as he moves the neck of the bottle to your glass. He looks you up and down, scrutinizing every detail. 

“Your voice,” he goes on to explain, “For some important events, some advertising. I can make you a star, darling.”

It dawns on you that he hasn’t even asked your name, but then again you also weren’t going to give a client your real name. The entire idea is attractive, desirable. The patronage of a handsome powerful man, a legitimate name for yourself in the entertainment industry, security.

You reach upward clink your glass against his, urging him to clink yours back.

“You’ll have to win me over with a dance,” you tease him, your lips curling into a downright vicious smile. 

[milf-murdock]

Your writing is literally phenomenal - sincerely, someone who just binged your entire masterlist!! 💗 If you’re interested in this, I’d love to see dark!simon doting on reader when she’s finally pregnant 🤭 I’m sure he’d wait on her hand and foot, soothing and comforting her, but also being so smug because he’s literally a mastermind who’s been planning this for ages

Thank you so much for the kind words, love 🥹🥹 Comments like this mean the world to me and inspire me so much to keep writing 🖤

I fucking loooooooved this ask. When I tell you my brain was instantly just braining. However, I must be fully honest with you 😔 This is so fucking soft. Just. Wildly. Absurdly. Tooth-rottingly sweet. It turns out once dark!Simon actually gets her pregnant he just melts into the sweetest softie ever (shh don't tell anyone). Thinking about writing another part that's filthy smut with dark!Simon and his pregnant girl but I was just so excited about this fluff I wanted to share it lemme know if anyone would want to see that tho

Anyways, here's Simon helping her with morning sickness, Simon hearing the heartbeat for the first time, and Simon feeling them kick for the first time 🥺

Warnings: pregnancy, female reader, mentions of doctors offices, morning sickness, vomiting

Part 1 can be found here and Part 2 (NSFW) can be found here

Simon’s eyes blinked open as he registered your movements. The sound of your footsteps on the floor echoed through the room as you raced to the bathroom. His response was automatic as he rose out of bed, blinking the last dregs of sleep away as he followed your steps to find you kneeling on the cool tile in front of the toilet, dry heaving into the porcelain bowl. It seemed more often than not your mornings started this way. With no hesitation he knelt down on one knee beside you, pulling your hair up and away from your face into a loose pony tail held in his hand. His other hand rubbed soothing circled on your back, gently stroking up and down as he murmured soothing words. 

“I’m sorry, love. ’M sure this bit’s almost over.” 

As if on cue, you wretched once more into the bowl and Simon grimaced at his own poor timing. With a gasp you laid your head on your forearm against the toilet seat, eyes closed while you struggled to catch your breath, one hand rising up to flush the contents down the drain. Simon released your hair and rose to grab a cloth from the cupboard, running it under cool water and wringing it out. 

“Remember, doc said this was all completely normal. Good even, really.” Simon’s voice was nearly as comforting as the cool washcloth he pressed against the back of your neck. “Means the baby is developing and your body’s changing and whatnot.” You finally raised your head up, taking the cloth from Simon and running it over your face. 

“Yeah, still fucking sucks though,” you muttered before leaning back into Simon, his strong arms wrapping around you to pull you into him. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as one hand snaked down to rest against your abdomen. 

“It’ll pass, babe.” Simon pressed another kiss to your temple. “Besides, you’re still stunning.” 

You raised your head off his chest, shooting him the most menacing glare you could muster. “Not in the mood for your sarcasm, Si,” you grumbled. 

Simon brushed a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Not sarcasm, babe. I mean it. You’re glowing.” 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged at the edges of your lips. “Whatever, you’re gettin’ soft.” 

“Don’t I know it,” Simon agreed, pressing another kiss to your cheek before rising and helping you off the floor. “Come on, I’ll go make us a tea.”

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It was a well known fact that Simon hated hospitals. And doctors. And, well, really any kind of medical setting. Simon shifted anxiously in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to your exam bed. The sterile smell of medical suite was practically burning his nostrils. His leg bounced up and down at a rapid pace, one hand gripped tight on his knee and the other gripping yours in a similar hold. He looked around the room, taking in all the infographic posters explaining the various stages of pregnancy, health adverts, and more.

“Si.” Your gentle tone pulled Simon from his thoughts, his eyes drifting back to your face. “Relax,” you reminded him softly. “It’s okay. I’m here with you.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. His eyes drift from yours down to your abdomen. He swore you were beginning to show, just the barest hint of a swell to your belly. 

There was a knock at the door and then the friendly technician entered, introducing herself to you and Simon before placing a paper drape over your lap and having you lay back. You shifted your shirt up whilst she set up for the ultrasound, giving Simon an excited smile as you settled in.

“Oh that’s warm,” you commented as the tech squeezed a light gel onto your bare skin. 

“Yeah, we have a little warmer we keep it in, just something to help make the mum’s a bit more comfortable,” she commented as she started pressing the wand to your belly. 

Simon’s eyes flicked to the screen, the waves of black and grey indecipherable as the tech  moved around your stomach. 

“Ah, there we go. See? Right….here.” The nurse tapped to a black shape on the screen as she pressed the wand a little deeper into your skin. “There’s your baby.” She tapped a few buttons on her keyboard, taking a picture. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” 

You nodded enthusiastically, but Simon couldn’t even get a word out. His own heart was racing so fast, his eyes staring at the screen, taking it all in. His baby. There were no words to adequately describe the pure joy, excitement, and absolute terror he was feeling. Y

You and Simon clung to each other, your joined hands serving as a lifeline for you both, tethering you to this moment. You and Simon each hold your breath, unsure what you’re waiting for. 

And then there’s a whoosh, and the sound of a steady heartbeat fills the room. Tears instantly filled your eyes. “Oh my god, Si,” you whispered. “That’s their heartbeat.” 

Simon’s own eyes were misty as he took it all in. “Yeah, babe. That’s our baby.” He blinked the tears away, internally urging himself to keep it together. He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “There they are.” 

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Simon was upstairs tackling the crib that he had been so fucking sure he didn’t need the fucking instructions for, only to find out that the damn pieces weren’t locking into place the way they were supposed to. “Bloody hell,” he growled, tearing through the mess of cardboard and styrofoam to find where he had tossed aside that bloody manual. 

A shout from downstairs had him freezing in place, his blood running cold as the bottom dropped out of his stomach. 

“Simon! Come here! Quick!” You shouted from your place on the couch, urgency in your voice. 

Simon dropped the drill to the floor, racing down the hall and flying down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry him. His mind spiraled, thinking through doctor’s numbers, fastest route to the hospital, or should he call an ambulance? No, he was positive he could drive faster. He rounded the corner, eyes wide and fixed on you. 

“What’s wrong? What’s happened? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” His questions rushed out like word vomit as he strode to your side. He dropped to one knee, a protective hand resting on your pronounced bump, eyes flitting from you to your stomach. 

“What?” You asked, brows furrowing in confusion at the panic-stricken man panting before you. “No, I’m fine Si, just…here…feel,” you commanded, grabbing his hand and moving it to the lower left side of your stomach. “Wait for it…” you muttered. Simon was still trying to calm his racing heart, trying to take in the fact that you seemed perfectly fine. In fact, if anything, you seemed slightly annoyed. 

“Darling, what—” 

“Shhh!” You snapped. “Wait for it.” 

And then Simon felt it. A little force pressing against his hand, a fleeting sensation that was over as soon as it started. 

Simon’s eyes widened. “Was that?” 

“Mmhmm,” you squealed with a smile. 

“They kicked,” Simon laughed, pure awe on his face. He pressed his hand a little harder against your swollen mound, moving his hand just slightly to the right. He lowered his face to your stomach. “Come on, love, let’s see that again.” As if on cue, he felt a swift kick to his palm. Your laugh mingled with Simon’s as the radiant joy overtook you both. 

“He likes your voice,” you commented, smiling down at your bump and placing your hand atop Simon’s. 

“Of course she does,” Simon teased back. You weren’t finding out the gender in advance, wanting to be surprised. You each had your own suspicions though. At the sound of his voice, another kick hit his palm, harder than both the previous ones, causing you to wince. “Oi,” Simon jokingly chided, giving a stern look to your bump. “Take it easy on your mum. She’s working hard to grow you nice and strong.” Another strong kick. 

“Looks like we have a future football star on our hands,” you commented was you rubbed a hand against your sore swollen side. 

“Maybe they’ll play for Man U.” Simon pressed a kiss to your bump, right where the last kick was before rising off the floor to sit next to you on the couch. His lips found yours, kissing you with a fierceness that took your breath away. “Thank you, love.” His voice was soft as he pulled back from the kiss. “For this. For all of it. This is the greatest gift.” 

[love--and--venom]

I Make You (You Make Me): Chapter Two

Chapter Summary: You spend time with the Enhypen boys to strengthen the new bond. An eerie phone call sets everyone on edge.

Warnings: Ni-ki is almost hurt (don't worry he's okay), Heeseung is lowkey pervy for a sec, creep phone call, slut-shaming?, google translate

Series Masterlist

You walked through the HYBE building flanked by Ni-ki and Jay, the rest of the boys following close behind. 

“So since your soulmark was physical, how did you find out we’re your soulmates?” Jay asked as half of you stepped into the elevator. The other half of the group waited for the next one.

“At the end of my audition, I went up to shake everyone’s hands. When I touched Ni-ki’s –”

“Riki.” You raised an eyebrow at the maknae. “Ni-ki is my stage name. You’re my soulmate, you get to call me Riki.”

“When I touched Riki’s hand,” you grinned and over exaggerated your correction. “The band on my left pinky started burning, then changed to purple. And I gave Riki colors.” Jay hummed and nodded in understanding. The elevator opened and you filed out to wait in the lobby for everyone else. Once the group was all together, you left the air conditioned building for the warm, sunny sidewalk.

“Should I call a car or do we want to walk?” Jungwon asked as he and the other idols put on face masks. 

“It’s really nice today, plus it’s only, like, fifteen minutes. Let’s walk,” Jake decided. There were no arguments so you trailed behind Riki with Heeseung and Sunghoon talking adamantly to your right. You really only half-listened to their lighthearted debate. You tilted your head as you watched Riki take in all of the new colors the city had to offer. 

You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You inched closer to Riki as the group approached a crosswalk. The pedestrian signal changed to ‘stop’ but Riki continued walking, distracted by a woman in a highlighter green t-shirt. You lunged forward and harshly tugged Riki back seconds before a driver sped by, looking at his phone instead of the road. The two of you stumbled back, nearly losing your balance before Jay caught you. 

“Oh my god, Riki.” You kept your arms wrapped firmly around his middle. He gaped at the fading tail lights of the car, dropping a hand to rest on your forearm.

“Okay, you walk in the middle of us until you get used to seeing color,” Jungwon ordered after you reluctantly pulled away from your youngest soulmate. 

“Can we please get home without walking into oncoming traffic,” Sunghoon sighed and took Riki’s place at the front. The pedestrian signal changed again, and you set off toward the dorms, unaware of the camera pointed at you from across the street.

The rest of the walk was, thankfully, uneventful. You arrived at the same time as the delivery man carrying several bags of take out. Everyone filed into the living room of the dorm. Sunghoon set the food on the coffee table while Jake went to grab plates. You sat in the middle of the couch, the spots next to you quickly snatched by Jake and Heeseung. Everyone else fanned out across the room, sitting in a haphazard circle. 

“Okay, how do we do this?” You asked once you all dug into your lunch. 

“We could play 20 questions,” Jake suggested. You shrugged, not having any better ideas. It wasn’t exactly 20 questions. The boys went around the circle asking you questions that everyone had to answer. They started out as the typical small talk topics: favorite foods, what you went to school for, favorite color, where were you born, do you have siblings, and so on. After almost thirty minutes, the boys got bored of those questions.

“If you had to choose one song to play every time you entered a room, what would it be?” Jake started down the rabbit hole of increasingly strange scenarios. 

“Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or 50 duck-sized horses?” Everyone agreed on 50 duck-sized horses (“just kick them!” was the hypothetical plan of attack).

“Were you one of those kids that ate paper or grass?” Yes, obviously. Every kid does that at least once. 

“What do you call a question with no answer?” You had to spend the next ten minutes explaining what a paradigm was to a group of idols.

“Which one would you prefer: have no nose but have really good smelling fingers or be blind but have a really nice smile?” What the fuck are you talking about???

“Are you a virgi–” several pillows smacked Heeseung in the face before he could finish that one. “OW what the hell?!”

“Dude, we just met her like an hour ago! Don’t ask pervy questions,” Jay scolded, prompting the older boy to roll his eyes. “You’re going to make her uncomfortable.”

“I am a virgin,” you answered after considering it for a moment. They were going to find out at some point, might as well have that be now. Seven pairs of eyes snapped over to you. 

“HA!” Heeseung pointed at Jay then slung his arm around your shoulders. “See, she’s fine with it! Now, who–” 

“Nope, you get one,” you interrupted him before he could ask any other embarrassing questions. 

“Anyway,” Jungwon shot Heeseung a pointed look. “How long have you lived in Korea?”

“Almost eight years,” you replied, relieved at the change in topic. 

“Do you know any languages besides English and Korean?” Sunghoon asked, now going out of order from the circle.

“Polish!”

“What? Why Polish?” Jay scrunched his nose at you.

“My dad is Polish. He met my mom when they were on a business trip. She left Korea to live in the US with dad. But when I was 15, they got divorced. Mom and I moved back to Korea to be closer to her family, and dad’s side cut me out, so I don’t get to speak Polish much anymore,” you summed up with a one-shoulder shrug.

“Can you say something in Polish?” Jake requested.

“Cześć, jestem Y/N. Rozmawiam z Enhypenem po polsku. Nie mają pojęcia, co teraz mówię*.” A chorus of impressed “oooo”s bounced around the room. From there, the conversation flowed easily for the rest of the night.

Over the next couple days you were practically inseparable from the boys. In fact, the only time you left their side was to go to your apartment and pack a duffel bag. You went with them to every dance rehearsal and recording session. The HYBE building was much less scary now. The clinginess was, according to Google, very normal for newly bonded soulmates. But today they had a shoot that you were absolutely not allowed to attend, despite protests from the idol group. 

So you sat in their living room, alone, for the first time since your audition. After doomscrolling on TikTok for the majority of the morning, you decided to be at least somewhat productive. You pulled out your laptop and continued your job hunt, just in case you weren’t allowed to work with your soulmates. You've lost count of how many applications you’ve submitted at this point. While in the middle of entering the same information that was in your uploaded resume, your phone buzzed with an unknown number. 

“Hello?” You’ve been picking up every call lately since they could be a potential employer. All you heard on the other side of the call was soft static and breathing. You pulled your phone back to make sure the call was actually connected. After giving the other person a few more seconds to speak up, you moved to end the call.

“Hi, Y/N,” a smooth feminine voice stopped you right as your thumb hovered over the ‘end’ button. “You’re such a pretty young woman, Enhypen are a very lucky group of boys.”

“Who is this?” Your voice was steady despite the growing pool of anxiety twisting in your stomach.

“I wonder if you plan to whore yourself out to Enhypen, just like the other girls bonded to an idol group. TXT... Xikers... P1Harmony... and now Enhypen. What will Engene think of you?” Your blood ran cold.

“Who the hell are you?!” There was a sinister chuckle, then the call cut off. Your heart beat loudly in your ears. Your fingers shook as you moved through your contacts, looking for Minjun. The group wouldn’t have their phones on them so they could focus, but you needed to tell someone. As if he read your mind, a call from Minjun interrupted your frantic searching.

“Y/N, what happened?” Jungwon must have taken the manager’s phone. “Why are you so scared right now?”

“Jungwon, I need to talk to Minjun,” you urged the leader. Turns out Minjun was not a mind-reader, but Jungwon feeling your emotions was a close second.

“But–”

“Please, Jungwon, I’ll fill you in later. I need Minjun first.” You fought to keep your voice steady. You heard him sigh, then some shuffling.

“Miss L/N?” Minjun’s permanently serious tone eased your nerves slightly. 

“Minjun, something weird just happened.” You quickly recounted the call from the strange woman. “What if she’s watching me right now?”

“The dorms are the best place for you right now. Security officers take the safety of their occupants very seriously. However, it is extremely concerning that this woman knows of you as well as TXT and Xikers’ soulmates. I’ll be notifying their managers immediately, and we will coordinate a police report.” You slumped into the back of the couch, reassured by just how efficient Minjun was. You heard a muffled conversation.

“Can you tell me what’s going on now?” Jungwon was back on the line. You sighed heavily.

“I’ll go into more detail once you’re all back, but it looks like someone wants to expose the soulmates of idol groups.” You really didn’t want to explain the whole phone call two more times. 

“Alright,” Jungwon reluctantly agreed. He was pulled away from the call when several people shouted for him. You locked your phone and shut your laptop, deciding it was time for a nap.

*Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm talking to Enhypen in Polish. They have no idea what I'm saying right now.

This is according to google translate pls dont come at me

Btw, this chapter kicked my ASS. I'm kinda struggling to write this one, lads.

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[gravehags]

pray it all away (but it continues to grow)

Pairing: Dewdrop x f!Reader (Ghoul Bicycle Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Words: 3,689

Tags: hurt/comfort that turns into nasty filth, showering, biting, blood drinking, dick riding, cum eating, descriptions of violence and cannibalism (i mean...is it considered cannibalism if the ghouls aren't human tho)

Summary: You knew something was up with Dew, and you intend to take care of him in the best way you know how.

a/n: i just think dew should get some tender loving care. and then get ridden so hard his cock snaps off. yknow?

~~~

“Where’s Dew?”

The pack files into the den one by one, giving each other nervous looks.

“He’s uh…still in the practice room,” Rain says softly, putting his hand on your shoulder. You frown.

“At this hour? You guys were already there way later than usual, he shouldn’t…is he okay?”

Sunshine comes over and gives you a firm side hug.

“He’s going through a rough patch lately,” she murmurs, “Mental block, bad mood…you might have noticed the past few days.”

Ah. So that’s why Dewdrop had been sullen and quiet, slinking off to his room rather than gathering with the pack. You know better than most about rough patches and immediately your heart goes out to him.

“Should I go get him?”

“No,” Rain says quickly, “he needs some time to hash things out. He won’t be long and then you can abduct him for whatever plan you have to help, okay?”

“Am I that obvious?” you say with a soft smile. Sunshine nudges you with a smile of her own.

“To us? Of course. And don’t let him push you away when he does return - you know how he is.”

Moody little bastard, you think fondly.

–

It’s almost an hour later when you hear the door to the den open and slam and you come out of your room and down the hall. You pass the empty living room and stand with your hands behind your back. Dew rounds the corner after a few seconds, brow furrowed and hair in a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He doesn’t appear to see you as he shuffles your direction and jumps when he bumps into you.

“Hey, hon,” you say quietly, wrapping your hands around his forearms and lifting them to sit around your waist. He holds on half-heartedly, eyes avoiding yours.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to, but you are going to let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

He winces and one of his hands flies to the back of his neck.

“Not really in the mood, y’know?”

“Yeah. I know.” He finally looks into your eyes and the lines on his forehead soften as he beholds you.

“Please,” you murmur, reaching out to cup his cheek. He sighs and rests the weight of his head in your palm. “I know all too well how these things get when you bottle them up. It will make you sick and I can’t stand by and watch that. So please…come with me.”

He sighs heavily through his nose and his shoulders slump.

“Alright,” he says softly.

Taking his hand you guide him to the end of the hallway and into your room, shutting the door behind the two of you with a snap. When he rubs his arm anxiously you notice that his hand is shaking.

“What uh…what do you have in store for me?”

You smile.

“Gonna take a shower and wash your hair, first of all. The rest is a surprise but you won’t have to do a thing, my love. I’ve got you. C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes.”

You strip alongside him and you know something really must be bothering him from the way he doesn’t react to your nudity like he normally would. Guiding him into the large bathroom you open the shower door and turn the water on. When you turn to look at Dew your heart breaks. He looks so…small. Which physically, of course, he is but something about his aura seems downtrodden. The military precision with which he normally comports himself is gone in favor of rounded shoulders and anxiously rubbing his palms, tail low and twitching. You gesture him over to you and as gently as possible, you undo his tangled bun and grab your brush. With great care you run the bristles through his long, blonde hair, gently easing the knots out with a practiced hand. You swear you hear a faint purring coming from him over the sound of the water and it makes your heart swell, just a little bit. Setting the brush down you reach in to check the temperature - scalding, as both you and Dew like it. You step in first, holding out your hand to him and drawing him into the steam. As soon as he submerges himself in the water he lets out a deep groan that you know comes from his soul. You let him stand there soaking it in for a moment, watching him roll his neck and reach up to rub at the base of his horns before grabbing the shampoo bottle and squeezing some out. He obligingly lets you pull him out of the stream and massage it into his scalp, eyes slipping closed as your fingers scratch gently at him.

“Feels good,” he says, so quietly you can barely hear him over the water.

You hum and place a kiss to his shoulder, nuzzling into the skin. You scrub at him for a good while but when you stop and push him back under the water, he lets out a needy whine.

“Don’t worry, cinder. I’m not done with you yet.”

You know he loves that nickname, kept private between the two of you in your most intimate moments. He tilts his head back as you rinse his hair, and not for the first time you’re struck by how beautiful the slight ghoul is. You eye the scars on his neck and the matching ones on his sides, remnants from his previous life as a water ghoul. The slope of his nose, the arch of his brows, the curve of his bone-colored horns. 

“You’re staring.”

For a brief moment and for the first time in a long time you feel a flicker of the old Dew come out. His eyes are cracked just barely - just enough to watch you ogle him with the corner of his mouth curled.

“Yeah, well,” you say, easing him back out of the water and squeezing the excess out of his hair, “you’re real pretty, you know? Anyone ever told you that?”

“Usually when they want something from me,” he says as you open the bottle of conditioner and squirt a healthy amount into your palm, “but when you say it I kinda believe it.”

Oh. Your heart aches at that.

Gently, you begin to ease the conditioner into the ends of his hair, combing diligently for a thorough coating.

“Don’t go back in yet,” you tell him, “Gonna wash your face and scrub you down.”

He flushes, even in the heat of the shower.

“You don’t have to do that–”

“But I want to,” you say simply, putting a dollop of face cleanser in your hands and rubbing them together, “now close your eyes for me.”

He does as he’s told and you massage it into his skin in small, circular motions, making sure everything is covered. When your thumbs rub at the base of his horns, he slides a hand around your waist and pulls you in closer.

“I like that,” he says.

“Mmm, I know you do,” you smile, scooping a handful of water and washing the cleanser off his face. The spade of his tail is drifting along the back of your calf as you grab the silicone scrubber and shower gel.

“Gotta let go of me if you want me to get the job done,” you tell him and he pouts but acquiesces. Tenderly, you run the bristles along the slender planes of his body, smiling when he lets you manhandle him into different positions. When your soapy hand drifts down to brush against his cock, he makes an intrigued sound.

“Later,” you promise with a grin, “if you’re still interested.”

“Sweetheart, I’m always interested.”

“Yeah, the Dew I saw walking into the den twenty minutes ago wouldn’t say that.”

He frowns as you rinse him off.

“Probably not. Ah fuck,” he raises a hand to rub at his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, love,” you tell him firmly as you guide him back under the water to rinse the conditioner off. “Now let’s get this out of your hair so we can go relax, okay?”

“Don’t you have to–”

“Nah. Showered earlier. Just wanted to be in a compact, steamy space with you.”

He snorts.

By the time you shut the water off and grab two of your fluffiest towels, Dew already looks worlds better from what he did earlier. He obligingly lets you put toner and moisturizer on his face, as well as brush out his damp hair. When you hand him a clean pair of pajama pants he cocks his head.

“Did you steal these from my room?”

“Yeah,” you smirk, pulling your nightgown over your head, “I wasn’t about to make you get in my bed nude. How scandalous would that be.”

“Real scandalous,” he says, with a sharp grin. He starts to make his way toward you when he stops and makes a pained sound, gripping his right hand.

“We’re going to address that next,” you say, grabbing a tube of your nicest hand cream off the bathroom counter, “Bed. Now.”

He knows better than to object as the two of you exit the bathroom and pad across the rug to climb into your large bed. When he settles his back against the propped up pillows he lets out a sigh.

“Fuck, I love your bed,” he says, smoothing a hand over the plush, soft duvet. He looks up at the canopy overhead and gets a thoughtful look on his face.

“We should put a mirror up there–”

You groan.

“Not you too…Cumulus already said that. My demon lovers are degenerate sex freaks.”

“That a new reality show like ‘My Strange Addiction’ or ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ or…”

You pause thoughtfully.

“You know actually, I would watch that. Okay stop changing the subject and give me your hand.”

With some hesitation he reaches out and lets you gently take it, squeezing hand cream onto the back.

“Like I said, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you tell him, gently massaging the lotion in, “but what’s with the shaking, huh?”

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back against the pillow.

“Been having…cramping a lot recently,” he says, “It’s not the first time but unholy fuck it sucks. I’m not playing as well as I should, I’m in pain, they’re unsteady…”

You turn his hand over so his palm is facing up, gently kneading into the meat of it. He lets out another groan - this time of pleasure.

“Your hands are my favorite thing about you,” you murmur, “Favorite physical thing, that is. Even before all of us got together I always admired them.”

“Really?” he says softly, tilting his head to look at you.

“Mmhmm. Strong, dextrous. Love the veins on the tops of them. Love the way they handle a guitar. Love the way they handle me even more. You remember our first time?”

“Heh. Sure do.”

“Thought about your fingers for weeks after that - the way they curled inside me hitting all the right spots? Tried to replicate it on lonely nights with my own fingers but they just didn’t cut it. Don’t tell anyone I said this but no one in the pack fingers like you. Not even Cirrus, and she’s good.”

He laughs, loud and sharp, and the sound makes you grin.

“You buttering me up for something?” he asks.

“Not even a little bit,” you tell him, turning his hand over once more to rub the top, “do you remember the first time we spoke?”

“Yeah,” he says, fondness clear in his voice, “you were helping clean up the practice room. Pretty little thing, hair like fire.”

“Told me you liked my rosary because the garnet beads looked like blood,” you chuckle. “Morbid ass weirdo.”

The sharp grin is back.

“As if you don’t fucking love it, sweetheart. You know I’d kill for you. Shit, I have killed for you.”

You gently lay down his hand and gesture for him to hand you the other one.

“No one’s ever told me the details but Cumulus did mention something about Sister Tamsin…”

“You wanna know?”

You pause midway through squeezing lotion into your hand.

“Is it fucked up that I kinda do?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, “you sick, twisted, beautiful thing. Well since no one else has had the balls to tell you, I will. Sister Marguerite came to Papa after whatever happened in the library that day and whew if you could have seen the look on his face. He suggested dismissal but Marguerite said to let us take care of it in our own way. Papa knows how important you are to us so…he did. Set her loose on the grounds and well…it was grisly. I made the killing blow but the ghoulettes really did a number on her too…we made sure none of her went to waste even if she was a waste in life.”

Your breath comes in short pants as you eye the points of Dew’s canines and the smile that plays on his lips.

“Oh,” you murmur, a sharp ache throbbing between your thighs. “Oh.”

He lowers his hand and you look down to see an all too familiar tent in your sheets. It should make you ill that your lovers murdered and devoured someone who was once cruel to you but all that settles in your stomach is heat and arousal.

“How do you want me?” you ask quietly, eyes flying back to his, “I-I need–”

“I know, baby,” he purrs, lotion-softened hand coming up to run along your jaw, “Horrific little thing, getting turned on by bloodshed in her name. I know exactly what you need.”

He lifts his hips up and slides the sleep pants down, pushing the covers with it to reveal his cock. There’s a fat bead of pre hanging onto his slit and he reaches down to scoop it up with his thumb. He doesn’t even have to say anything and your mouth opens obediently.

“Always knew you were fucked up,” he breathes as you suck diligently on his thumb, “it’s always the quiet ones, huh? My beautiful girl. Come here,” he says, crooking his finger and patting his lap. You don’t even hesitate as you pull your slip over your head and throw a leg over him, drawing your cunt to rest against the curve of his cock.

“Needed this for a while,” he murmurs as you rock your hips against him, “fuck, I missed this. Missed you.”

“Me too,” you whimper, “Dew touch me, please.”

He obliges, first slowly sliding his hands along the meat of your thighs, up and over your belly, to come rest on your breasts. He kneads the flesh, thumbs teasing your nipples in tight little circles. When he leans in to slip one in your mouth, you sigh and he runs his tongue along the bud. 

“Dew,” you sigh, “I–ah!”

You jolt forward as Dew sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast. He begins lapping and sucking more hungrily and when he briefly pulls away, his smile is bloody. You’re speechless, cunt clenching around nothing as you watch his tongue slide over his teeth. Without a second thought you lunge forward, slamming your mouth into his and burying your fingers into his damp hair. The kiss is hungry and where you thought there would be disgust at the taste of your blood on his mouth there is only raw arousal. He’s laughing in between kisses, hand cupping the back of your skull as he sucks on your lower lip.

“Ravenous,” he pants, “fucking ravenous, huh? Tell me how much you want it, baby.”

You raise yourself onto your knees and grab his swollen cock, positioning it.

“Dewdrop I want to ride you so hard we both see stars and I want you to bite and lick and suck and fuck up into me. I want to keep tasting my blood on your lips. I want–”

“Do it,” he snarls, “come on. Take what you want from me.”

It’s all the permission you need and you slam down, taking him to the hilt. He lets out a howl as you viciously begin to take your pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he pants, flexing his hips upward, “show me what a filthy little beast you are.”

You laugh and when you toss your hair to expose your neck, Dew’s eyes get wide.

“Come on, cinder,” you coo, “I know you want to.”

With a snarl he grabs you and licks a stripe up your throat. He gives no warning before biting down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder and fuck it hurts but you feel so delirious you barely register the pain for longer than a few seconds. The little whimpers he makes as he sucks at your wounds make your cunt clench around him.

“Fuck, baby,” you pant, your shower-damp breasts pressed against his narrow chest as you roughly bounce on his cock, “You’re–ah!--perfect.”

He groans and ruts up into you, claws biting at the skin of your waist. When your moaning gets louder, he unlatches his mouth from your shoulder and pulls back to look at you.

“Belial, look at you,” he growls, grinning blood at you, “Fuck, I love–oh fuck–love the little slut we’ve made you.” 

You moan in response and his hand flies to your hair, tugging sharply at the scalp to expose your throat to him once more. When his teeth graze your pulse, you gasp.

“Love–ah–love being your slut, Dew.”

“Yeah? Like being my little fuck toy? My stress relief?”

A laugh bubbles from your throat and you clench around him, hard. He lets out a moan that’s more of a prolonged whine, and tips his head back. 

“Just like that baby, just like that,” he hisses as you ride him, “Fuck, I know you’re close.”

He’s right - your movements have become sloppy and your moans higher in pitch as you chase your high. You reach down to pry one of his hands from your waist and, bringing it to your mouth, slip two fingers in.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, “You want me to fill you up? Go on, show me how you take these fingers you love so much.”

You trace every ridge and callus with the tip of your tongue as your mouth bobs on them, drinking in the way Dew stares at you with eyes like embers. 

“Good girl,” he grunts, hips jackhammering up into you. He may not be as big as some of the others but unholy fuck his stamina is unmatched and you can feel yourself starting to come undone, drooling around his fingers. Without warning, he pulls them out of your mouth and brings them to your swollen clit, rubbing furiously.

“Fuck, Dew! Ah!”

“Come on baby, scream for me like the first time. Want everyone–ah–in this fucking place to hear how good I’m fucking you.”

As your orgasm mounts, you struggle for breath - gasping and choking on your own moans. Dew drags his thumb along the wound on your neck and slides the digit along your bottom lip. The second your tongue darts out and tastes the metallic tang of your own blood, your back arches and a wail crawls out of your throat. The ghoul beneath you pants sharply and then with a long, desperate moan you feel him cum inside you with your name on his lips. Your thighs ache and you can feel the sweat on your scalp. So much for being freshly showered. You let your forehead fall forward and land on Dew’s as his fingers delicately brush the skin of your waist and hips. When he tilts his head forward for a sweet kiss, you smile against his lips.

“How’s your bad mood now, cinder?”

He grins.

“If I’d have known this was what was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have been so pissy today, that’s for sure.”

With a groan, you ease yourself out of his lap, exhaling hard when you feel his cum slip out of you. Dew sees it and his hand darts between your legs to scoop up what’s left on your thighs. You watch through a tired haze as he places his fingers on his tongue and gives you a slow wink.

“Nasty boy,” you murmur, collapsing against your pillow.

“We should uh, probably do something about those?”

Your brow furrows when he gestures to your breast and neck, having completely forgotten that he bit you not once, but twice tonight.

“Am I going to get rabies or something?” you ask sleepily, watching the slender ghoul slide out of bed.

“Dunno, maybe. I’ve never bit a human and kept them alive so…”

It’s horrible, and morbid, and you shouldn’t laugh. But here you are, giggling with your forearm thrown over your eyes.

“Interesting reaction to being told you might have rabies, sweetheart. Come on, up - need to clean the wounds.”

“Aurora bit and drank from me our first time together and I was fine.”

Dew’s eyes unfocus a little as a wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Baby, I’ll make you a deal. You get up and tell me all about your first time with Aurora and I’ll clean these wounds. Then, I’ll fuck you for the rest of the night until you beg me to stop. Sound good?”

You smile and sit up.

“I was supposed to be taking care of you tonight, Dew.”

“Trust me,” he says, reaching out a hand to pull you out of bed, “this is exactly what I need to make me feel better.”

“Want me to text Aurora? Might be better if we just reenacted it,” you say, sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re giving him your most wide-eyed, innocent smile and Dew’s heavy exhale comes out in a wheeze.

“Sweetheart, you are way, way too good to me.”

Your phone is already in your hand.

“You’re welcome, cinder.”

[m-3-rcil-3-ss]

The Farmer's Girl

a joel miller x reader fanfic

a/n: Im writing again, will i continue i dont know, will end up with smut, this is so overly romantised, also not proofread my adhd means the brain moves faster than the hands so excuse any mistakes

Warnings: age gap!! old!joel x young fem reader, pet names

jackson was a working community, they had the basics, the things they need. Food, clean water, protection, shelter, Eachother. And amongst it all, The farm. the towns people needed food; meat, eggs, milk, and crops, not just that but the wool from the sheeps and home for the horses. The man behind it all

The farmer, and your daddy.

a tough, rugged older gentleman, keeping the community alive, and you? his sweet lil' girl, his daughter, freshy 18.

The crunching of the hay floors under your scruffed calf boots, carrying pails of water to the animals. Padding your way to the cows, waddling side to side, the liquid swashing in the buckets at each step of your feet. Little pigtails resting on your freckled shoulders which just pinked with the light of the sun, the tails of the ribbon bows tickling your skin so gently. the sweet summer wind barely tickling your eyelashes.

Betsy and Mollie roaming in the field, grazing on the green grass. The chore your daddy set you on today, refresh the water and milk the cows, this lot was going into smaller glass bottles to sell at the market for personal use of the towns people.

Setting down the pails of water in each corner of the enclosure, the muscles in your arms stinging slightly from the weight as you grab the milk buckets.

"Besty! come here girl, g'mornin, pretty"

you say as you guide the cow into the pen, the straw was dryer in here, had a louder crunch under the heel of your boot, closing the pen gate, kneeling on the ground. The golden strands scratching at your scraped knees, living on the farm had always meant dirt stains on your frilly socks or wood splinters on your fingers, which made you run to your dad with small tears running down your pink toddler cheeks. Even know your white lace bloomers had small specks of mud. hands carefully grabbing the cows udders, fingers gently wrapping round it. You heard the wooden gate creak, it wasnt unusual people would stop by too pick up things they needed,

"Over here!"

"Well hi sweethear' Yer daddy around?" you knew that sweet southern drawl, it was like warm honey, if you werent already on your knees youre sure you would have dropped to them

"Mr miller.." her voice came out soft, it was a contrast with his manly, deep tone

"Now what did i say about callin' me tha? makes me feel old angel." he smirks leaning against the gate, his fannel pushed up over his forearms, the viens buldging from his skin, like a path. god the things youd do to run your fingertips down them , or watch them flex as he holds your hips down his tongue-

Focus.

"Sorry Joel...You know its just how my daddy raised me, manners n all" it was playful, nothing wrong. but the raise in his eyebrow did something, it made the heat from your cheeks run down to your panties,

"Yeah yer daddy raised a good girl," his eyes travel to your legs, up your back and back to your face, swiftly turning back to the task you were supposed to be doing, hiding the way your cheeks seemed to tint with red,

"W-what is it i can do for you..?" you say standing up, pushing through your heels, bending at the hip, legs straight down , back bent as you rise up. you could feel his eyes trained on you, practically burning into your ass. Yet they dart away before you can catch him. He clears his throat,

"Eggs, doll, Eggs i need em' Ellie needs em for some bakin' or something with dina- And.."

"Eggs" you nod, walking back over to the gate, placing your food onto the raised wood, pushing up till your hips here straddling it, now you woulda normally just opened the gate, were you just trying to get a reaction? maybe just wanting to put on a show? ... no comment. hopping down you walked him to the chicken coop, the walk was silent, Not awkward. But silent.

"How many?" you add , turning round to look at him, if he wasnt so far away youd have to tilt your neck back to look up at him, but from here you could see each wrinkle, each fold a story of age and a tale of life, you could see each freckle and mole gracing his skin , the way his greying lashes kisses the tops of his cheeks, the scar that ran down his eyebrow...

"uh- a dozen..should be good.."

you nod, grabbing the eggs, placing them gently in a container, a small layer of straw keeping their fragile shells from cracking, handing them over to him, his big rough fingers grazing your smaller ones

"Thanks darlin' you're a gem.." he says grabbing out the cash, just a couple coins, but exactly what your daddy charged. Yet a few coins more...

"O-oh joel you gave me too much.."

"I know, Cant make a pretty girl get all messy for me without a treat, can i?" he tilts his head smiling down at you, his wrinkled cheek squinting one of his dreamy eyes...

"God mr miller..."

is this kinda ass? yes, Am i in a older joel x younger reader rut, yes.

[kymsys]

hiii i'm obsessed with your merman au!! if it's okay i totally let it take over my brain for a hot minute so ummm here's a little gift if you will accept it 👉👈 sorry to bother, i just HAD to write something dkfdl;fjg. your art is so gorgeous btw <33

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After weeks of secretly housing Satoru in his private garden, Suguru had devised a way to safely return him to the ocean without being caught. He'd even relayed all the information about the kingdom's fishing system so Satoru would be able to steal the occasional fish without getting caught in the nets himself. He had to admit, he would miss having his little secret around. But he knew he couldn't keep Satoru cooped up forever. Satoru was a creature of adventure. He was probably tired of Suguru anway.

After a few attempts, Suguru successfully scooped Satoru up in his arms, Satoru wrapping his tail around his waist to stay up. His skin was cold to the touch. He teased Suguru as he clumsily navigated the path in the dark, even though he'd already walked it alone several times, and Suguru hated the way his heart stuttered at the siren's breath on his ear.

Really, Suguru should've done this much sooner. He should've released Satoru as soon as he realized he was falling for the creature. It was hard not to when it was in Satoru's nature to be enticing. Suguru let himself spend far too much time with him in the garden, let Satoru flutter his fingertips over his collarbones, let him beckon him closer and nibble on his ear playfully, let him lick the blood off his wrist when he got scratched up. He was never sure if Satoru was threatening him or flirting with him, never sure if it was all a game or if there was actually part of him that was interested in Suguru.

Suguru willed his mind to stop racing as he knelt down on the rocks and lowered Satoru into the water. Satoru immediately swam away and back, did a few turns and flips, gleefully splashing in his newfound freedom. Suguru smiled, heart tugging in his chest as Satoru slowly moved farther away. He was about to turn around when Satoru came back up to the edge of the rocks, resting his forearms on them and beaming up at Suguru.

"Care to join me?" He teased with a sharp grin. Suguru huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

"What, you're not dying to get away from me?" Suguru shot back, trying to keep his smile light even though it felt heavy on his face. Satoru pawed at his ankle and Suguru obliged without thinking, sitting and dipping his feet in the water, Satoru folding his arms atop his thighs.

"If you could breathe underwater, I'd drag you in here with me." His eyes practically glowed in the moonlight, a deceptively innocent smile curling at the corners of his perfect lips.

"You'd do that regardless." Suguru let himself give into the urge to push Satoru's hair off his forehead. It would probably be the last time anyway. Satoru's smile dropped the slightest bit.

"No." He reached up to touch Suguru's cheek, lightly stroking his cheekbone down to his jaw. "Not to you."

MANGO HOW DARE YOU WRITE SMTH SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭 its amazing i love it so much HNGGGGG. THANK YOU?! thank you so much, i cant believe ppl love my merman au so much, thanks for this sweet gift and thanks for indulging with me 🥺 funnily enough @kingdomofred had also written that suguru took gojo out of the ocean into a pond. ARE WE ALL VIBING TOGETHER? it seems to be a thing for sure xD okay i have to dive a bit deeper into why i love your writing so much: the way that suguru isnt sure if gojo actually likes him or he is just acting accordingly to his siren behaviour?? it breaks my heart, its so bittersweet but yet i love it so much !! it fits so perfectly and i love the resolve at the end that yes ofc gojo likes him ; u ; ♥ . the image you described of suguru carrying gojo and the way gojos tail would lay around sugurus waist?? THAT IS SO FUCKING NICE?! definitely gonna put that on my to draw list !! and gojo nibbling on sugurus ears and licking his wounds and blood....fuck thats hot. i have no other words left. truely. THANK YOU MANGO IM IN LOVE 🥰(made my day)

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Bad Attitude

[had to repost this bad boy because it got shadowbanned when i first posted it 👍 thanks tumblr!]

author's note: simon is def a brat tamer, like he's all sweet and soft until you really get on his nerves. had to write it because it was living in my head rent-free

cw: drinking mention, smut, pwp, bottom sub!reader, dom top!ghost, brat!reader, brat taming, enemies to lovers, brief choking mention, edging/orgasm denial, light bondage/bdsm, dacryphilia [if i missed anything lmk!]

word count: 1900+

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN AFAB!Reader "Streak"

“Admit it. You’ve always sort of liked me.” You smirk behind the rim of your glass of bourbon. Simon pinches the bridge of his nose and suppresses a metric fuckton of pointed comments he’s been holding in all night. All he wanted was to have a nice night at his favorite pub in the entire country, but no. You and your bratty little antics had to follow him wherever he went.

“I dunno, Streak, sometimes I wonder if he even likes me. I don’t think your chances are much better, mate.” Johnny chuckles after setting down your next round of drinks, catching the tail end of the conversation. You shrug and lean back in the booth cushions, quickly tossing back the last of your drink. “I mean hey, I might be prettier than you, Soap. That might affect things.” You snicker at the offended look on his face and he started to speak before you cut him off with a quippy, “Thanks for the drink!”

Simon just starts to tune you out when you and Johnny start to bicker. He won’t dignify you with a response; You're too dedicated to pissing him off that it's clear a reaction was exactly what you're seeking out. So, he turns to the TV across the room and focuses on the football game that was playing. His favorite team wasn’t playing though. Well, anything would be better than the little prick—you—sitting next to him.

He barely knows what's going on in the game even after watching for a few more minutes, but he's was broken out of his thousand-yard stare when he's met with your ass scooting right past his face as you shuffle out of the booth. His eyes shoot up to yours and all you offer is a tiny shrug. “What? You wouldn’t get up for me to go to the bathroom.” Simon makes sure to take note of the smirk on your face. You aren't even trying to hide your intentions. A barely audible growl passes Simon’s lips through his mask.

Johnny chuckles and stands up. “Well, I’m gonna go cut in on that match. Have fun with Streak!” He walks off to the billiards table and pokes Gaz in the side, making him mess up his shot. Simon rolls his eyes and leans forward on the table on his forearms. He contemplates for a few minutes before he notices how long you've been gone. He looks over to the restrooms and, making sure he was unseen by the rest of the boys, makes his way over.

When he opens the door, he spots you leaning against the wall, scrolling on your phone. “Oh, hey L.T.! How can I help you?” You snicker and look back down to your phone. Simon stalks over and smirked under his mask when your eyes widen at the close proximity. “Hey!” You jump when Simon snatched the phone out of your hands and pocketed it. “What the hell, man? Give that back—” Simon’s hand wraps around your wrist when you reached around him to get your phone back out of his pocket. He yanks you closer and you collide with him, face pressed into his chest.

Simon’s grip tightened. “Fuckin’ brat. Don’t whine now.” You scoff and tug against his grip. “What’s your problem?” You sneer at him. Simon rolls his eyes and snatches your other wrist before pinning them above your head on the wall. “I’m not daft, Streak.” He growls. “I know what you want.” You struggle a bit against the vice grip around your wrists and huff.

“And what exactly would that be, Ghost?”

You growl past the ball gag stuffed behind your teeth and wiggle in the leather restraints wrapped around your arms, all the way up to your elbows. You were grateful, at least, that your captor had put some forethought into the nature of your imprisonment. Plain rope was rough and scratchy compared to these nice leather wrappings. Luckily your captor was understanding and attentive to your needs. At least, most of them.

Simon hovers over you, who he laid out over the bedsheets. He chuckles when he receives a very pointed glare from his precious little sergeant. The way he reveled in the shivers that were running up and down your spine downright infuriated you. You’ve been laying here in this bed for upwards of thirty minutes getting teased and toyed with, with no end in sight. There was an absolute mess between your legs and it was soaking both the sheets and the pants that Simon still had on, despite you being completely laid bare.

You start to struggle again, even though you know that you weren't getting out. Really, at this point, you're only trying to find any friction to get yourself off on. Simon squints down at you. “What did I tell you about squirmin’ around like that?” His voice comes out as a growl in his uniquely deep timbre. “Still haven't learned your lesson yet, hmm?” He shakes his head and spreads your thighs further, even though you've practically been doing the splits for a while now.

You jump and let out a high pitched yelp that was muffled behind the ball gag. For what feels like the millionth time, Simon’s hand comes down hard on your cunt. The wet slap that pierces the air nearly brings tears to your eyes, but for the sake of your pride you could not and would not cry. Not for this asshole.

The fact that you’d ended up in this situation would still be baffling you if your mind wasn’t fully focusing on the sting between your legs. Should you have stopped goading Simon on at the pub he’d taken the gang out to? Yeah, probably. Should you have told him to cut it out when he followed you to the bathroom to shove his tongue down your throat? That might have been for the best, yes. But god damn, you’d be lying if you said you weren't having a good time right now. As much as you hate it, you love it so much.

Though, honestly, you certainly weren’t expecting Simon to pull out all the stops and give you the full brat taming treatment. When you got dragged back to his flat, you were immediately bombarded with bites and hickeys all over your neck and shoulders, before he even got you to the bedroom. His calloused hands had shoved you down on the bed and before you knew it, all of your clothes were torn off and thrown all over the floor, leaving you naked. In the process of trying to get your bearings, you completely neglected to keep track of what your lieutenant was up to. When you got flipped onto your stomach and restrained by these accursed leather straps, you finally snapped back to reality and found yourself pinned.

And now, for the past half hour, you’ve been getting edged over and over again to the point of utter frustration. Hot, burning frustration that was getting more and more pent up as the minutes dragged on. Even after you spent all damn night pestering him, Simon was still able to drag all of this out as long as possible, much your dismay. You’d love to say you were surprised by his abundance of patience, but you really weren't. Must be something that comes with that lieutenant rank of his.

Drool pools on your tongue and out of your mouth as you whine. You whine and whine, to no avail. If you were able, you’d be growling out so many expletives, so many things that would absolutely get you a formal punishment if you two weren’t on leave. You manage to hold back the desperate urge to kick at Simon’s chest and wipe that smug little look off his face, but only just barely. You force your muscles to tighten to stop yourself from squirming involuntarily, and you flex even harder when his fingers sweep across your cunt and dip into your tight little hole ever so slightly.

You almost choke on your own spit when you shuddered out a long, needy moan. Your legs instinctively try to close, but he's quick to hold them in place. He clicks his tongue and pulls his fingers out again, eliciting a whimper from the back of your throat. You're quietly grateful for the gag, knowing that if it wasn’t there, all your little submissive noises would be on display for him to hear. You would absolutely never be able to live that down; the embarrassment would be too much for you to handle.

“I told you to quit movin’ around.” He sneers. You squeeze your eyes shut and nodded quickly. When you open them back up, you're met with Simon’s face hovering closer over yours. Your eyes open wider when Simon’s hand creeps up over your chest, twirling one of your nipples between his fingers. They move up and up, over your collarbone before settling around your neck to squeeze at it. Your toes positively curled, a whine slipping past the gag and directly to Simon’s ears, forming a smirk on his face.

Your eyes flutter as the blood supply in your head slowly diminishes and a string of weak, breathless moans make it past the gag. With the added pressure on your senses, you can't manage to hold back the tears anymore. Tears and spit pearl down your face and you meet Simon’s eyes with your own glassy ones. You desperately lock your legs around Simon’s waist, wordlessly begging him to just let you cum—you needed to cum so bad.

He tilts his head and drags the edges of his nails from your scalp to the back of your neck comfortingly. “Poor fuckin’ thing. You need this cock, huh?” He smirks at how fast you nod, proud to have finally broken you. He lets your neck go, at least for now, and uses both of his hands to spread your cunt open wide. “What a view. Never seen you like this, Streak.” He chuckles. You whine and try to grind against his fingers, looking at him with your desperate, teary eyes. Another sob leaves your chest when Simon pushes three of his fingers deep inside you, and they had you fighting the urge to arch up into his touch. It took everything in you, and you could feel your muscles tiring at how hard you clenched, but you hold on for fear of making him stop.

Simon pinches at and rolls your clit between his fingers, and you are a goner. You stood absolutely no chance. The gag was a smart idea on Simon’s end; if not for the gag, your screams would’ve netted him a noise complaint. Simon groans as he watches you writhe from your earth-shattering orgasm. “That’s a good little thing for me, fuckin’ hell…” He stares down at you while he rubs you through your orgasm, leaning down to your ear and whispering all sorts of praises with a grin on his face.

There were just so many wet sounds in the room that were absolutely filthy. The squelching of your sopping cunt, your quiet sniffling, and the ‘pop!’ of the ball gag being flipped out of your mouth. Simon puts a sloppy kiss on your lips, pressing your tongues against each other. All he receives a tired hum from you, since you're unable to do much more than that with your brain having been turned into mush from his ministrations. So much for saving your pride, huh?

Simon pulls back and takes a good look over you. You were a complete mess. Job well fucking done, he thinks to himself. You blink the tears out of your eyes and stare up at him for a few seconds before laying your head back on the pillows and closing them back up again. You wince and groan when Simon tapped your face. “Who said we were done, love? We’ve got a lotta time to make up for.” He chuckles darkly when he watches your pretty little eyes widen once again.

author's note 2: was considering making a part two for this so if that's something y'all would be interested in, lemme know!

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