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strangererotica · 11 months ago

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Springtrap x Reader | Summary: Your uncle has asked you to keep watch over his new investment, Fazbear Frights, and the vintage artifacts his attraction contains. When you begrudgingly accept his offer, things take a turn for the weirder. An encounter in your dreams with a yellow rabbit changes you…for better, or worse?

Heads up: This fic is not for everybody, and that’s okay! It’s a fucked-up fever dream and if the summary intrigues you, come along for the ride. If not, that’s okay too. Things get heavy here. There’s monsterfucking, dream sex, vaginal penetration, some choking, fear, lust, disgust, basically a whole grab bag of fuckery, so if that’s your thing, read on, dear deviant 🫵♥️ PS the end is kind of fire, I love a good twist!!!

To be honest, you thought the idea of opening a theme park ‘attraction,’ based on the mysterious disappearances of children was fucked up. But your uncle was convinced there was a market for such a sick endeavor, that an audience existed whose search for thrills and chills would have them willing to shed money for a chance at experiencing horrific local nostalgia.

Because really, who wouldn’t want to relive the tragedy of multiple kids going missing? You were being sarcastic, of course. But part of that sarcasm stemmed from genuine bewilderment. What was your uncle thinking when he formed the concept of Fazbear Frights? He’d always been into horror as a genre, but as far as you’d understood, his interest was confined to books and film, not true crime. And if the subject matter of the Freddy’s story had involved the tragic disappearance of local adults, maybe Fazbear Frights wouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. But kids had gone missing, lives had been upended, and your uncle was about to make a profit off of their heartache.

The worst part of all? You’d accepted his offer to work there. The cost of life after college was kicking your ass; you could barely afford your rent as it was, working two part-time jobs. Money was more than tight; you needed extra cash wherever you could find it. And besides, the Fazbear Frights gig would only last a couple of weeks, just until the attraction opened. Your uncle’s job offer had been to monitor the security of the place overnight, with generous pay promised. You couldn’t understand why he’d be willing to pay someone to guard a bunch of creepy old relics from an abandoned pizza parlor, or why additional security was necessary when the theme park itself already had an overnight guard? Your uncle maintained that additional security was needed, and that he only trusted family with the responsibility of protecting such an important investment as his precious, twisted attraction…

Entering Fazbear Frights, your first impression is that it’s really fucking ugly. Granted, it’s supposed to look old fashioned, and maybe the building’s creepiness is simply proof of good set design. However, a sense of unease lingers in your stomach, and you’re almost positive it’s caused by something beyond the decor. The attraction is fully furnished, but won’t open for a couple more weeks while the finishing touches on lighting and sound are tweaked. Those changes are made during the day, when at least a little sunlight can be seen filtering in through the windows, reminding you there’s life outside. For your part, working the night shift, the dark building makes you feel secluded and more than a little creeped out.

You have a flashlight, and mostly functional electricity running through the building. But there’s still much to be desired in the way of making the attraction feel…not haunted. And it occurs to you that that’s the word which describes how you’re feeling: haunted. The hairs on your skin are standing at attention, a cold sweat clinging to the back of your neck, but why? Obviously the setting is creepy, but it’s meant to be. You’re usually comfortable around spooky decor. It’s not as if you’re a scared kid wandering the halls of a haunted house alone…but that’s how you this place makes you feel…

It’s getting late. An outdated digital clock (probably a relic from the late eighties itself) on the desk in front of you reads 3 AM. You shiver as yet another cold breeze whispers past your shoulders. You look around, studying the vintage posters on the wall, wondering how much money your uncle threw away in order to call these scraps his own. The figures staring back at you look menacing, despite their wide smiles. They’re called animatronics, you remember. That’s how your uncle had referred to them. You also recall his mentioning one animatronic in particular, a Freddy’s original he’d managed to get his hands on and would be bringing to Fazbear Frights. You haven’t seen it yet, and to be totally honest, you’re not sure you want to. If the animatronic your uncle purchased looks anything like the ones in the posters you’re staring at, you’d prefer to never encounter such a creature…

Re-entering the theme park feels like walking through the gates of Hell. You’d rather be anywhere else than here. Another night of spending six hours alone in the gloomy replica of a literal crime scene has your stomach twisting. And you didn’t sleep well, either. Your dreams had been too vivid to allow you rest. You’d dreamed of a monster, or something that could certainly be called one…a massive, towering figure with patchy, mustard-yellow fur clinging to its skeletal frame. It resembled a rabbit, or had, at some point long ago. While still maintaining the general shape of a rabbit, its appearance had decayed, warping its cuddly features into something ugly. Its eyes were cold gray orbs that rested deep in its oversized, vacant skull, tendons and ligaments intertwined with wires that wrapped its skeleton, which you later realized, was comprised of metal rather than bone.

Your senses had been particularly keen in the dream. The rabbit’s scent was stale, yet comfortingly nostalgic. It reminded you of an old quilt your grandmother had once given you from the bottom of her dresser drawer, which smelled of love and other ancient, homemade things. She’d wrapped you up inside it, with kisses and promises that the chilly winter night wouldn’t be as cold now, that the quilt had been waiting there in the dresser for years, waiting for someone who needed it…

The rabbit’s fur was coarse, your skin a soft contrast when you wrapped your arms around its waist. It felt like the outdoor carpet that had lined your parents’ back porch, which your feet and rain had pelted countless Summer nights. The rabbit’s fur was cool to the touch, moist with something bittersweet, a musky blend of old books with yellowed pages, their corners turned down and words lined in pencil…

And against your lips, that was also his taste, his tongue the flavor of nostalgia, his large, unbearably strong hands crushing your body against his like he intended to make love to and ruin you all at once. Whether or not he consisted of machine or animal, he was more human than anything else, fully formed with the parts needed to bring you to a state of rapture. He held you suspended, your legs around his waist, fucking up into you with more vigor than his decayed appearance would suggest him capable of. You clutched his back, and then his ears, locking your fingers around them and bracing for impact as each of his mechanical, brutal thrusts punched inside you with a machine’s precision…

You’d woke up in a state of climax, your body drenched with sweat. The sheet beneath you had been ripped from the mattress, balled into tight fists. Your chest heaved, your bare breasts glistening with perspiration. Your cunt was pulsing, fluttering with the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. Arousal dripped down your quivering thighs, onto the mattress which was soaking wet beneath you.

A shower and breakfast had done little to calm the questions racing through your mind. What the hell was that? Your dreams were rarely as vivid, as visceral, as the one about the rabbit. And as for the sex…it had been the best sex you’d had in a dream, ever. And it had been with what must surely have been a monster…

You hope your six hours at Fazbear Frights will go quickly tonight, partially because you’re still a little unsteady and aroused from your dream this morning. Additionally, you’re looking forward to sleep, because maybe the rabbit will be waiting for you when you close your eyes, again?

Unexpectedly, your uncle meets you at the staff entrance of Fazbear Frights. He seems excited about something, and you’re grateful for a distraction from your thoughts of the rabbit. “Hey kid,” your uncle greets you with a friendly wave. “How’d it go last night?”

“Alright,” you reply. “It’s a little creepy in there, but that’s the point, isn’t it?”

You don’t miss the subtle gleam in your uncle’s eyes, revealing how pleased he is that his attraction is having its desired effect. “That’s right,” he says cheerfully. “Gotta give the people what they want. And what they want-.” He turns his key in the lock and pulls the door open for the two of you. “-Is the authentic Freddy Fazbear experience. Which is why I’m here tonight.” He lets you step past him into the building, and locks the door behind you both. “-To show you the part of my collection that’ll really have people talking. We just brought him in today-you’ve got to see him…”

You grimace visibly. “It’s the fucking animatronic, isn’t it?” you groan, and your uncle rolls his eyes.

“Yes it is, sourpuss,” he teases. “And trust me when I tell you, it’s gonna make this place really feel like Freddy’s, like you’re stepping inside a time capsule or something.”

Your uncle led you down a hallway to one of the doors marked STAFF ONLY . “He’s showing his years of course,” your uncle continued, searching his ring for a different key. “I mean, this animatronic sat abandoned for thirty years; of course he’s gonna look a little rough around the edges.”

Your uncle finds the appropriate key and jiggles it inside the lock. “But just knowing that we, Fazbear Frights, have our hands on the one and only Spring Bonnie-.” He sighs proudly. “-It reminds me how much all of this was worth it, y’know? Now that he’s here, back in his element. Where he belongs.”

Your eyebrow lifts in curiosity; you resist the urge to laugh in your uncle’s face. “You do realize you sound just a little bit crazy, right?” you question him. “Talking about this thing like it’s a real person or something. Don’t tell me-.” You lean in, whispering. “-You talk to it sometimes, don’t you?”

Your uncle pauses before whispering back, “yeah, but, the only time I really feel crazy is when he responds…”

You giggle at that, watching while your uncle pulls the door open wide. “Here he is, (Y/N),” your uncle declares, beaming in the doorway. “The yellow rabbit himself. Spring Bonnie in the flesh-err, I mean, fur…”

For a moment, you assume you must be dreaming. Because you find yourself looking at the exact same rabbit from your dream this morning. He looks different, sat on the floor, leaning against the far wall; but it’s unmistakably him. Your uncle watches your expression, slightly confused. “Is he really that scary?” he asks, his voice hopeful.

You take a step forward, curiosity overriding your apprehension. The rabbit is large, just as large as he was in your dream. Even seated on the floor, you can tell his height is substantial. Tentatively, you reach for the rabbit’s face, stroking his musty-scented fur tenderly.

“D-be careful!” your uncle frets behind you, adding, “that thing was very expensive-be gentle with him-,” but his concerns aren’t necessary. You know this rabbit…intimately well. And once you’re alone with him again, you’ll make sure to take excellent care not to damage him in your…exertion…

“What did you say his name was?” you ask, gazing into the rabbit’s steely eyes. Your uncle clears his throat, obviously perplexed by the care you seem to feel for a decaying animatronic you had no interest in seeing only moments ago. “Uh, Bonnie,” he replies. “Spring Bonnie.”

“Bonnie,” you repeat, allowing the word to sink over your tongue. “That means beautiful, doesn’t it?”

Your uncle nods, still confused, and glances at his watch. “Well, it’s just about midnight,” he says. “Time for me to head out. Come walk me to the door, will ya?” He pretends to shiver. “This place gives even me the creeps at night, to be totally honest.”

You choose to leave the rabbit (for now). “I’ll be back,” you whisper against his ear, quietly enough that your uncle doesn’t hear. He’s waiting for you in the doorway, a warm smile on his face, your fascination with the yellow rabbit a fleeting curiosity to him, and nothing more. Once you’re sure your uncle is gone, you exhale a sigh of relief. Locking the door behind you feels like sealing the world away completely; and in contrast to yesterday, that kind of isolation is now exactly what you want. Your heart thuds against your chest like a horse’s hooves, skipping beats as you turn for the hall.

You’ve bunched your skirt around your waist, your shoes clicking loudly in the empty hall. Heavy rain pelts the tin roof as you round the corner that leads to him. In the doorway, a tall, familiar figure stands. His gray eyes flash cold as steel, locking you in place at the opposite end of the hallway.

Thunder growls outside. The building’s electricity spits in and out, crackling around you like fireflies caught in a jar. Your heart’s in your throat, lips spreading into a wide smile. The hall goes dark, lit only by the steely gaze of the yellow rabbit...

…until suddenly, even his eyes disappear, and you’re left engulfed by an all-consuming darkness.

Lightning flashes, illuminating the hand reaching for you. Robotic, aluminum fingers draped with rotting yellow fur close around your throat, silencing the scream beneath them. The rabbit lifts you by the throat till you’re completely suspended, feet dangling limp and useless beneath you. His sour breath reeks of rotten meat and dried blood, the kind of smell that instinctively alerts you to danger. Your eyes roll back, surrender sinking over you as you accept your fate.

But as quickly as he seized you, the rabbit yields. You feel the cold, filthy tile meet your cheek as you land against it. Through gauzy vision, you make out the metallic feet of the rabbit standing before you, his endoskeleton clearly visible. He takes hold of your hair, and tugs you upright, holding you in place as your trembling legs cannot sustain you. His eyes bore deeply into yours, chortled breath leaving his mechanical chest in a slow, grotesque pant. When he speaks, your whole body shivers.

“You…” the rabbit murmurs, his wide jaw cracking, fleshy tendons stretching. The curdled timbre of his voice betrays the smile on his lips; the rabbit is glad to see you.

“How…long…” he snarls. “…has it been…?” He drags a thick, soiled finger across your cheek, the gesture unexpectedly tender. “…Since anyone desired me…?”

Your chest is heaving, conflicting emotions of every kind overwhelming you. A sick cocktail of fear and arousal throbs in your belly, keeping time with your pounding heart.

“P-please,” you stutter, tears bleeding down your cheeks. “Don’t h-hurt me…”

The rabbit tilts his head to the side, thinking. His hooded eyes wash over you, this tiny little creature in his hands, pleading mercy from him.

“Mmm,” the rabbit hums, his skeletal chest vibrating like a lion’s purr. “You think I’m a monster, don’t you?”

You gasp as his touch glides from your face to your chest, his big paw closing over your breasts. He groans at the feeling of your heartbeat thundering against his palm. “I’d forgotten,” he says. “How a woman’s pulse feels…the proof of her life, beating in the palm of my hand…”

With his other paw, the rabbit clutches the back of your head and draws you closer. The stench of rot, of horror and decay, cannot repulse you anymore…not when his tongue has breached the barrier of your lips, the thick, sinewy muscle undulating against your tongue in a wet bed of perversion. His bulky fingers lodge between your thighs. Immediately, you begin to grind against the textured fur, wetting his mechanical digits with your arousal.

Seized by a sudden courage, you lift your hips in a way that has you poised atop one of the rabbit’s fingertips, his damp appendage resting against your entrance. He obliges your silent request, allowing you to sink over his thick finger, taking him as far as you can.

The thunder inside you eclipses the storm outside. You moan filthy, disgusting praises as he pleasures you, all sense of fear long-abandoned in exchange for the fulfillment of your most hedonistic desires. His fat, coarse digit strokes you like it was made for you to ride, reaching places inside you no part of any man ever has. You’re going dumb on top of him, so dumb you don’t even notice when the rabbit gently eases you onto the ground.

He’s under you now, his back pressed against the wall, his paw of a hand still clutching your cunt, letting you use his fingers to get yourself off. A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbles up from his bony chest. “Just look at you,” he murmurs, his steely eyes heavy with lust. “Bouncing on my lap like a slutty little rabbit, aren’t you?”

His lewd words and husky tone send you over the edge. Your body convulses on top of him, the muscles at your core clenching around the rabbit’s touch, sucking his fat appendage rhythmically as you ride out your high…

“Fucking Christ!” A man’s voice bleats through the hallway like a frightened animal. You whip your head to see him, blinded instantly by the beam of his flashlight. He’s wearing a shirt that identifies him as the theme park’s security, and as your eyes follow up to his face, you’re met with the wide-eyed gaze of unfiltered horror staring back at you. His flashlight shakes wildly in his hand, catching the rabbit’s skeletal leg in its beam. Confusion sets over you…followed by shame. Because the rabbit is now as he was when you arrived there tonight…sat against a wall, unmoving and limp, no more than a broken machine overcome by decay. But unlike earlier, you’re now sat straddling the broken machine, your cum dripping down its tattered fur…your hands locked around one of the animatronic’s arms, lodging his hand between your thighs…one of his fingers buried deep inside your cunt…

The guard clears his throat; you force yourself to meet his eyes. “Th-there was a c-.” He clears his throat again, blinking to focus. “-County-wide power outage, miss…I knew you were um, keepin’ watch over the place for your uncle, and uh-.” He swallows, forcing his eyes from dropping to the place where your body and the animatronic are joined. “-I th-thought you might be spooked in here, alone-.” He glances at the rabbit, then back to you. “-in the dark…”

Frustrated tears burn at the corners of your eyes, your cheeks hot with humiliation. Carefully, you ease the rabbit’s finger out of your cunt, wincing as the metal scratches your skin. Somehow, it didn’t hurt before. You smooth your skirt down, concealing your nakedness but none of your shame.

Standing in the beam of the guard’s flashlight, you summon every bit of the (minimal) pride you have left to tell him, “thank you. That was very kind of you, to come check on me.”

He licks his lips nervously, eyes darting between you and the animatronic propped against the wall. His flashlight illuminates the perverse scene, revealing your cum still glistening on the rabbit’s fur. The fear in the guard’s expression has softened to a pitying disgust.

“I think it’s time for you to go home, miss,” he says. You wipe a tear from your cheek, glancing back at the animatronic one last time, before leaving Fazbear Frights (and your rabbit) behind, forever…

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spookyserenades · 7 months ago

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Trouvaille - Drabble #4

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader (This is a Namkook x Reader centric drabble!)

Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance

Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count; 3.4k

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Prompt; Trouvaille Namkook x Reader, snapshot of a random paranormal investigation (Halloween edition!)

Long time no chat! I hope you all like use this little drabble to help through the Trouvaille hiatus :) We've got some ghostbusting shenanigans in this drabble! I love this trio (and missed them so so much!) There's a slight fright factor for this fall season (spooky setting, jumpscares, grabbing) But fluff and some cheekiness there as well. Chat soon and I love and miss you all! <3

“You’re a filthy liar,” Y/N refused to budge from her passenger side seat, even with the expectant looking hybrid flicking her tights-clad kneecap. “This is not a new dive bar. You can go. I’m staying here.”

“The wolf has already driven all the way into the city, Y/N. Might as well see what we can stir up,” Jeongguk, in a recent attempt to cut back on smoking, stuck a toothpick into the corner of his mouth. Y/N wondered if he truly had an oral fixation. “Come on. You’re always going on and on about ‘spooky vibes’ ‘halloween spirit’ ‘doing seasonal activities’, all that shit. Now that I’m taking you up on that, you’re backing down?”

Y/N bit her lip, cornered and effectively silenced. Sensing her defeat, Jeongguk stepped aside, allowing Y/N to slither from her seat and the warmth of Namjoon’s van. She wasn’t planning to traipse around a weathered and dark graveyard days before Halloween– rather, she was in a skirt, heeled boots, and a delicate off-the-shoulder sweater, meant for slinking around a cozy bar. Immediately, the crispness of October evening air had a shudder rolling down her spine, and the haunted-looking cemetery beyond Jeongguk’s leather-clad shoulder wasn’t helping, either.

“Look at you, Bambi. You already have the camera bag,” Y/N muttered, somewhat mourning the loss of getting tipsy with him and Namjoon that evening. Despite the nickname, Jeongguk’s antlers were completely absent, only the two vaguest spots of calcification present over the spots where the bones usually sprouted from visible.

Jeongguk hummed like he hadn’t heard her, double checking the batteries on his flashlight. Y/N, rubbing her arms for warmth, scanned the graveyard. It appeared that they were alone, which Y/N chalked up to people actually celebrating in the new dive bar Y/N was supposed to be at that moment. About to open her mouth to complain, her posture went rigid when a heavy garment, laden with rich scent and crushing warmth, was draped over her caved-in shoulders from behind.

“The least you could have done was tell her to dress to be outside,” Namjoon spoke to Jeongguk through gritted teeth, watching the girl in front of him nearly dissolve into pieces in response to the jacket he offered her.

Y/N promptly maneuvered her limbs into Namjoon’s sherpa and denim jacket, not even feeling badly that the wolf hybrid sacrificed it to her as she let his smell and body heat curl around her. No matter how gruff his voice registered to the ear, Namjoon had an undeniable concern for those he cared about.

“Thanks, Joon,” Namjoon’s jacket was somewhat akin to a safety blanket, drowning Y/N’s figure and making her feel like a cake topper next to the tall wolf hybrid.

Jeongguk had already wandered off on his own, and it was hard to make him out in the darkness since he was both dressed in all black and he had shed his antlers again.

“I swear, I wasn’t in on this. Your outfit isn’t warm enough, and obviously being here is making you uncomfortable,” Namjoon lamented, Y/N snorting at his insistence of his innocence.

“I’ll be fine. Just hold my hand,” Y/N reached for her wolf hybrid, hooking her index and middle fingers around his thumb and shivering at the spark that resulted in the contact.

Namjoon made a noise in the back of his throat. Not moments prior, Y/N clocked the way Namjoon’s ears drooped sideways: he was uneasy, too. Her wolf hybrid was amongst the bravest of her boys, but with the amount of intense horror movies Jeongguk was making her and Namjoon watch that week, Y/N thought his trepidation was quite a natural outcome.

“You suspect I’m going to trip on something, don’t you?” Namjoon grunted resentfully, though he adjusted his grip swiftly so the entirety of Y/N’s hand was completely engulfed by his.

“Watch your step. If she goes down with you, you’ll fucking crush her,” Jeongguk called back, Namjoon’s chest rumbling deeply– while simultaneously squeezing Y/N’s fingers in a vice. “Wait. You have something to record audio with, right?”

“He thinks it’s amateur hour,” Namjoon seethed, jaw pulsing when he waved his Walkman around for the elk hybrid to see.

“Jeongguk, this is too much. It’s cold and damp out here, why can’t we just go to the bar?” Y/N complained, attempting to save her evening of dodging shadows and being smothered by her wolfish security detail. “We can come back during the day, when the sun can warm us…”

“I’ve told you, Y/N, your pouting doesn’t work on me. You’ll be glad we did this, you know,” Jeongguk replied promptly, speaking around the toothpick in his mouth. Y/N scowled at him, watching her elk hybrid bend to his knees to set up a tripod by a crumbling monument.

“What are you even looking for tonight, hmm? The spirit of Sam Adams?” Y/N let Namjoon tug her along with defeat, though her mood brightened when she earned chuckles from both of her hybrids.

“Yeah, I bet you two would love that,” Even under the darkness of night, Y/N could see Jeongguk’s wide eyes rolling back. She was just putting on a show, standing stiffly beside Namjoon with her lip jutting out in a false pout, but by some Samhain miracle, Jeongguk physically seemed to soften in response. “Give me like, an hour of your time. The bar will still be open after.”

“Oh, really?” Y/N cheered, relieved that Jeongguk wouldn’t be conducting a four hour long investigation. “You promise?”

Letting go of Namjoon so the wolf hybrid could place his recording device on a nearby boulder, Y/N gently smacked her chilly palms against Jeongguk’s cheeks and pressed. The action had his lips puckering, the hoop through his lower lip pressed against her thumb, and his eyes as wide and round as they could possibly get. His tapered ears fluttered and stilled, like caught prey, and without his antlers, Jeongguk looked a lot like his least-favorite nickname.

“Leggo ‘e,” Jeongguk attempted to talk with his lips still pursed, one of his inked hands wrapping around her wrist once the shock wore off. Grinning, Y/N released the elk hybrid, who inelegantly rocked backwards– ass landing on the heels of his combat boots. “You gotta stop doing that outta nowhere.”

“But you look so cute when I surprise you… so no, I won’t stop,” Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, his camera sitting in his lap, forgotten. “Okay, you’re on the clock. 58 minutes left and I’m out of here.”

Shivering like he was trying to shake off tension, Jeongguk squared his shoulders and resumed adjusting his camera. Fortunately, the dimness of the evening saved Jeongguk from being caught with reddened cheeks.

“What’s my task tonight?” Y/N straightened up, suddenly paranoid she was standing on a grave.

“Honestly?” Jeongguk cocked his head, expression turning wry again.

“God help me. Yes, honestly.”

“You’re kinda here as bait. Since you’re witchy and all these dead guys weren’t really okay with that,” Jeongguk admitted, Y/N’s jaw hanging loose.

“Oh, spectacular. Did you bring some rope to tie me to a stake and light a match? Maybe you’ll attract the apparition of Cotton Mather!” Y/N growled, pretending to paw through the elk hybrid’s equipment bag for a yard of rope.

“Jeongguk, this is a new low, even for you,” Namjoon interjected, placing a heavy palm on Y/N’s shoulder– protective alpha wolf tendencies. “I’ll stay with you, Y/N. You can do the audio with me.”

“But…” Jeongguk hummed, Namjoon’s fluffy gray ears twitching in agitation. “If she’s alone, she’ll probably get better results herself. Just sayin’.”

“Unfortunately, he’s right. Whatever. I’ll walk around for a bit and just feel things out, okay? And you are so using your money from the last investigation to buy me a basket of fries at the bar after,” Y/N was able to cut Namjoon off before a spat occurred, hoping her carefully constructed “messy” going out updo wasn’t a pigeon’s nest by then.

Muttering, she swiped a recording device from Jeongguk’s bag, marching off in no particular direction to avoid Jeongguk’s smug grin– and Namjoon’s raised hackles. The chunky heels of the boots she was wearing were sinking into the mud and grass as she walked, making sure to stick to the main paths winding through the cemetery.

It was somewhat of a challenge to not be creeped out, Y/N definitely picking up on spiritual energy and the thinning of the veil during Samhain, so entities could more easily communicate with the living. Additionally, the lack of her physically intimidating wolf hybrid posing as a bodyguard glued to her side had her flinching at the slightest of sounds.

The graveyard was large enough that she couldn’t hear Jeongguk or Namjoon asking their usual investigation questions, which wasn’t comforting, either. Swallowing, Y/N switched her recorder on, slowly passing by a tomb with a weeping stone angel affixed to the top. There was a bench beneath an oak tree, looking over the cemetery, where Y/N decided to pause and take a crack at an interview. With Namjoon’s jacket wrapped around her snugly, she relaxed a tad when she could smell his scent.

As always, she started with breaking the ice– not by giving out her name, of course– listening to the static coming through the device sitting in her lap. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to interpret any of the audio until she and Namjoon hooked it up to his production program, so really Y/N was having a one-sided conversation in a field full of the unseen dead. All the while, she kept one eye on her watch, finally switching off the recorder after 40 minutes of repetitive questioning. Though the sherpa-lined denim jacket she was loaned kept her top half warm, her nearly bare legs were chilly and she was ready to drag Jeongguk to the van by one of his Bambi ears.

Oddly enough, beams cutting through fog from two other flashlights were nowhere to be found once Y/N stood from the old bench. Chewing her lip, anxiety began to tighten her chest as she debated whether or not to call out either of their names. On one hand, Jeongguk would be pissed if she interrupted a recording of his, and on the other, Namjoon’s fury would be cold and quiet if he found out she didn’t call for him when she was scared. Neither outcome seemed desirable, and put her in a tight spot. Typical.

Deciding to just meet her two hybrids at the front gates, close to the van and the well-lit street, Y/N picked up the pace and retraced her steps as best she could. Acutely more aware of her surroundings without knowing exactly where her companions were, Y/N was at least grateful she was up-to-date on all of her spiritual protection, so were the missing hybrids. Even still, there was that eerie sensation of being followed nagging at her.

Though every instinct in her was begging to break out into a full sprint, when she heard wet gravel squelching behind her Y/N immediately paused; like a rabbit frozen in the face of a predator. Holding her breath, her mind automatically began to loop protective phrases, the only thing audible being the blood rushing in her ears. Was there a rustling in the nearly-bare trees, or were there whispers coming from behind her? Balling up her fists, Y/N geared up to make a purposeful beeline to the gate– which was almost in sight– however, she only made it about two steps before a yelp from her pierced the quiet night sky.

Wiry, cold fingertips from behind dove into the base of her updo, nimbly grasping the hair stick holding everything together just to yank it free. Two things shocked Y/N the most: first, the weight of her hair falling around her, and the ping of the hair stick clattering to the gravel. All things happening in a matter of nanoseconds, Y/N’s brain processed so slowly that she was defenseless.

As soon as she yelped and her body began to flinch, two strong arms wrapped tightly around her middle, a large body crooking over hers. Utter horror crashed down over her head, and she was positive she was screaming bloody murder as the grip on her waist got stronger.

“Boo,” a pair of warm– not ghostly– lips grazed the shell of her ear, and Y/N choked on air, a breeze rolling by bringing a familiar scent along with it. “Gotcha right before you ate shit on the grass, too.”

Jeongguk’s presence wasn’t instantly recognizable because his leather and musk scent was lacking the usual tobacco edge, since he wasn’t smoking as much. The fear that took over was promptly replaced by astonishment and fury, and Y/N began to fight her way out of Jeongguk’s embrace, his deep chuckle in her ear. In retaliation, she scraped her nails over the tattoos clasped over her sides, his forearms actually overlapping on themselves due to squeezing her so hard, making him laugh louder.

“Let GO, Jeongguk! You scared the piss out of me! Let go!” Y/N’s struggles were futile against the hybrid’s brute strength, so she pretended to go limp so he’d let her go. With a snarl, she realized he was probably giggling at her heart thundering in her chest. “What the fuck? I thought you were a rapist!”

“Do you really think anything could happen to you while we’re here? Please,” Jeongguk scoffed, the sharp point of his nose nudging her earlobe playfully. “Again. Weren’t you the one who encouraged scary pranks this time of year, kiddo?”

“Ugh. Get off,” Y/N groaned, her cheeks flaming. All of her boys had a magical ability to talk her out of being annoyed with them, and they all knew it. “You owe me two drinks now, the basket of Cajun fries, and I get to smush your face whenever I want, no complaints.”

“Sure…” Jeongguk eased himself off of Y/N slowly, ignoring the red scrapes marring the back of his hands. “I’ll add it to the list of your requests, your highness.”

“Fuckin’ little shit,” Y/N grit her teeth, finding it unfairly devastating how insanely hot he looked, cocky and satisfied, his dark eyes somehow still sparkling at night. “We’re going. I wouldn’t blame Namjoon if he left you here, you know.”

“Thinking about it,” a new voice joined the conversation, though it was low to the ground. Casting a look towards her feet, Y/N watched her wolf hybrid bend and gingerly pluck her forgotten hair pick from the gravel. “I take back my earlier statement. This is the new low, Jeongguk.”

Y/N was about to violently nod in agreement as Namjoon stood, towering over her, but something made her eyes narrow as she glanced up at him. Jeongguk, now an onlooker, tried to school his expression when Y/N gave Namjoon a deliberate once-over, the girl even stepping away to get a full view. The elk hybrid had to bite on his fist in order to be successful.

“Hold it. You said you weren’t in on this!”

“I’m not!” Namjoon’s eyes went wide, Y/N snatching her hair stick from him suspiciously. Blinking rapidly, the wolf hybrid pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, awkwardly shifting the gear bag higher up onto his thick shoulder.

“Joon. Your left ear is droopy, and your tail is stiff. Besides, you keep fiddling with your glasses and your voice is all high like when you’re nervous in public. You knew he was gonna pop out on me like that,” Y/N listed off, ticking each point on a finger pad. To distract her, Namjoon made a quiet, pitiful canine whine, offering the hair stick to her as a peace offering– but Y/N wasn’t easily bought. “Joonie. You’re sweating.”

“S… so?” Namjoon spluttered, forcing himself to look into Y/N’s eyes. Sucking in his cheeks, Namjoon made a last-ditch effort to seem innocent before releasing a ragged sigh. “Aw, come on, sta–”

“March your butt to the driver’s seat before I peel out of here myself,” Y/N cut Namjoon off with (an admittedly adorable) huff, stomping in the direction of the van and not wanting to hear Namjoon’s term of endearment for her while she was still ticked.

Jeongguk, at that point, couldn’t help but snicker wickedly, brushing past Namjoon in triumph. That, and the sight of Y/N storming away, being nearly eaten alive by Namjoon’s coat, was quite the sight.

“Do… Do you still want to go to the bar?” Namjoon asked delicately, once he stumbled into his seat in the van, the equipment bag stuffed hastily behind him. The grunt coming from the booth told Y/N Namjoon might have aimed it too close to Jeongguk’s shin.

“Yes,” Y/N replied haughtily, still feeling the heavy grip Jeongguk had on her. He had been bulking up for the winter… “You guys are mean. I meant to prank each other, not me.”

“That sounds a little unfair, no? Can’t take the heat or something?”

“You guys are pulling fast ones over me constantly, 12 months a year. Can’t take the heat? Please. I’m a champ,” Y/N accused, sticking her tongue out at Jeongguk in the back seat. He just smirked knowingly, which had Y/N’s mind going in the direction his probably was, eliciting a sharp cough from her throat. “Fine. I guess I should be a good sport, I’m the one who started this.”

With that, Y/N began to get a little too warm, so she began to unbutton Namjoon’s jacket to strip it from her. Her ears perked up instantly when Namjoon began to growl softly, sending a spark of excitement through her. The mood developing was starkly different than the one that had just dissipated, one wired and charged, and there was no doubt the two hybrids felt it with a certain heightened intensity.

“Keep it on. It’ll be cold at the bar,” Namjoon requested, the gruff authority making her spine straighten out instinctively. However, petulance won.

“No, there will be a ton of people in there. I don’t want to be hot,” Y/N refused, deciding to ignore the two of them filling the van with their intensity by flicking through her phone. Namjoon didn’t like his protective (possessive?) requests to be denied, and Jeongguk didn’t like to be ignored. Y/N, truthfully, was still aggravated; neither of them apologized for plotting to terrify her.

The bar was only around the block, so she didn’t ice them out for too long. In the five minutes it took for Namjoon to find a parking spot, she could tell he was feeling remorseful due to the sad thumping of his tail against the car door when he hastily opened it for her, his ears sideways. From that position, she was nearly eye-level with him, and he was brave enough to drink in her expression.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know.”

“Make it up to me?”

Namjoon perked up just a degree, looking down at her through his eyelashes. Millions of possibilities flooded through the wolf hybrid’s mind, but conscious of the fact that he was blocking half of a sidewalk, he made a decision. With an arm around her waist, Namjoon helped her out of the van, and before she was too stable on her feet, he pressed his lips to the center of her forehead gently. Y/N hummed lightly, too pleasantly surprised to be embarrassed several pairs of eyes were on her.

“‘M sorry we scared you,” Namjoon murmured, his chin resting on the crown of her head, body awkwardly bent. Giggling, she ruffled his starlight hair, Jeongguk interrupting by sliding the side door open. “Let’s go in. I’ll buy you the first drink.”

“Hey, that’s supposed to be me,” Jeongguk spun on the heel of his combat boot, already at the bar’s entrance. The sound of rock music and jovial conversation pulsed from behind the door. “Yeah. Sorry, kiddo.”

“Okay, okay, I forgive you. Hey, let Namjoon go in first. His height parts crowds, we’ll get to the bar faster,” Y/N yanked Jeongguk back by his belt loop, Namjoon shouldering by with reddened ear tips and his dimples creating deep craters in his cheeks.

“After yo–”

Y/N stopped holding the door open when Jeongguk placed a hand on the wall beside her face, reached up to boop her nose, and then leaned in to whisper:

“I’m only sorry I didn’t film your reaction.”

“Oh, you motherfucker!”

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uramakimochi · 2 years ago

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MIDNIGHT COMFORT

|Leclerc sister drabble| (See for more here)

Charles Leclerc x (sister)Reader

This picture of baby Arthur and Charles is so precious to me they're so cute, look at little Arthur sucking his thumb😭🥺

Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n, R is the little sister of the Leclerc siblings because i said so, Arthur being a little shit but we love him.

Translated english because it's not my first language so feel free to correct me.

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Night had fallen on Monaco and darkness surrounded the houses and streets of Monte Carlo. The only light present was provided by street lamps and that evening a strong storm, accompanied by thunder and lightning, was disturbing the peace of the city.

Many people were continuing to sleep and dream without any problems, but there was one small person who was having a hard time falling back to sleep at the time due to the storm.

Y/n had suddenly woken up due to a powerful thunder, which had woken her up from her already light sleep. The little girl glanced out the window and when she saw the crowns of the trees moving frantically in the wind, she felt anxiety slowly begin to invade her body.

“It's just a storm” she murmured to herself, clutching her blankets with her hands. "It can't do anything to me, right? If i go back to sleep it will go away quicker"

So Y/n tried to lie down again, but as soon as her head hit the pillow another thunder rumbled throughout the house, accompanied by a flash of lightning that illuminated her room for a split second.

Y/n jumped in fright, letting out a small cry and hiding her head under the pillow. And no matter how hard she pressed the pillow against her ears, the little girl continued to hear the constant sound of the rain hitting the window and the wind stirring the leaves.

If her brother Arthur had been there with her at that moment, he would have done nothing but tease her for the fact that at her age she was still afraid of a storm. At that thought Y/n felt her eyes become teary, both from fear and shame. It wasn't her fault, the loud noises like thunder scared her, it was normal right?

So, knowing that she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until the storm passed, Y/n decided that the only way to have a peaceful night was to go to the only person who could give her the comfort she needed in that moment .

So the little girl quickly got out of bed and took out a small flashlight from the bedside table that she used for emergencies like this, so she could move around the house without turning on all the lights and without waking up her family.

Y/n walked out of her room and tiptoed down the hallway, past her parents' bedroom. When she was even younger she often went to sleep with them, but as time passed, her mother Pascale made her understand that she was now old enough to sleep without her parents and that she had to overcome her fears. But despite their mother's words, there was one of Y/n's three older brothers who was still willing to host his beloved little sister in his bed whenever she needed it. And he would have always been there for her, until the end.

Slowly Y/n opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible and using the flashlight, she approached the bed where her brother Charles was sleeping.

"Charlie..." the little girl whispered, shaking his arm lightly with her hand, not wanting to wake him up suddenly. "Charlie..."

A few seconds later, Charles opened his eyes, narrowing them when he noticed the flashlight pointed at his face. Y/n quickly turned it off.

“Y/n… What is it?” he yawned, confused and sleepy.

Y/n placed the flashlight on top of his nightstand, clutching her hands and feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry Charlie, i didn't mean to bother you" she said, looking at him in the dark.

"It's okay. What's wrong?" he retorted.

Charles knew that if Y/n had come to his bedroom in the middle of the night there was a serious reason.

"Can i sleep with you? Please?" she asked him next.

When Charles was about to ask why, a thunderclap from outside made them both jump and he saw his sister covering her ears with her hands. Charles realized and slid his body backwards so he could make room on the mattress.

“Come here” he said, patting the mattress beside him.

Y/n wasted no time and quickly climbed onto the bed, snuggling against her brother's body. Charles placed an arm over her small body, holding her close, and glanced out the window, hearing the storm outside.

“Are you scared Y/n?” he asked her.

It wasn't a question he asked to mock her, quite the opposite in fact. Charles always worried about his sister and he always did what he could to put her at ease when she was upset.

"N-No..." he heard her reply from under the covers and he smiled amused.

“You’re shaking” Charles replied and like magic, Y/n’s body stiffened against his.

After a few seconds of silence Y/n started speaking again.

"Okay, maybe..." she muttered. "Maybe the storm still scares me"

Charles immediately understood that that sentence was referring to the fact that Y/n was ashamed of being afraid of a storm, at her age. So he knew that before he could fall asleep, he had to at least try to comfort her.

"You don't have to be ashamed Y/n. Everyone is afraid of something" Charles said, stroking her hair.

"But you, Enzo and 'Thur aren't afraid of anything. I'm the wimp of the family" Y/n retorted shaking her head.

"Hey, that's not true. You're not a wimp" Charles called back. "I'm scared too, you know?"

Y/n's eyes widened at that sentence.

"Really? And what are you afraid of, Charlie?"

"Well, many things. I'm afraid of the dark, spiders, heights and especially snakes"

He made the list and Y/n looked at him shocked as ever. It didn't seem real to her that her big brother could be afraid of so many things.

"What about 'Thur? What is he afraid of?" she asked next.

Charles chuckled.

"I don't know. But i know for a fact that he is afraid of something and the same goes for Lorenzo too. And believe it or not, mum and dad get scared too"

"Wow..."

While talking, the two didn't even realize how much time had passed. The storm was slowly moving away and only when a flash of lightning suddenly lit up the room did Y/n go back to hide against her brother's body.

Charles held her close, leaning over her as if he were a protective human shield, and gave her a couple of kisses on her head.

"Go back to sleep, Y/n. The storm can't come in here, it can't do anything to you" Charles whispered and Y/n felt safer when she heard the same words she had told herself to calm down come from his lips.

"And the thunder? The lightning? And the rain?" she asked, looking at him one last time.

Charles leaned down to give her a long kiss on the forehead.

"I'm here with you, so i promise nothing will happen to you. Okay?"

And finally Y/n smiled.

"Okay. Thanks Charlie. I love you so much"

Y/n rested her head on Charles' pillow and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep, hearing an "I love you too" as his last words. And only when Charles was sure that his sister was lost in the world of dreams, then he too closed his eyes, falling asleep on her.

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The following morning, when Pascale and Hervé saw Lorenzo and Arthur coming in the kitchen for breakfast, they were surprised by Charles' absence and especially Y/n's, who was usually the first of all the children to show up for breakfast.

"Arthur can you go get your siblings please?" Hervé asked him and the middle brother rolled his eyes.

"Why me? I'm hungry..."

"Go get Charles and Y/n and i'll give you breakfast. Come on" Pascale ordered.

Arthur grumbled something under his breath, but obeyed and went up the stairs.

"Hey dwarf, breakfast is ready. Come down-" Arthur said as he opened the door to Y/n's bedroom, but was surprised when he didn't see his sister's body in the bed.

For a few moments, a sense of anxiety and confusion pervaded his body, so he went to Charles' room. And when he saw the bodies of his siblings nestled under the covers, Arthur refrained from letting out a sigh of relief. Instead a mischievous smile spread across his face and the boy quickly went down the stairs back to the rest of the family.

“Y/n and Charles are sleeping together,” Arthur said in a triumphant tone, proud to have snitched, since he knew that Pascale was reluctant about Y/n still sleeping with one of family members.

"How come?" Hervé wondered aloud.

“Now that i think about it, there was a storm last night, right?” Lorenzo then said, making everyone understand the real reason why Y/n went to Charles' room.

"The wimp was probably scared and wanted to sleep with Charl- Ouch!" Arthur said in a teasing tone, but then closed one eye in pain when Lorenzo gave him a small hit on the back of the head.

Pascale passed the two brothers and left the kitchen. No one followed her, thinking that she would probably go and wake up the two remaining siblings. But when she reached Charles' room and opened the door, she said nothing. Pascale was entranced as she watched Y/n clasp her brother's index finger in her small hand, while Charles was hugging Y/n's body in his sleep, as if he wanted to protect her from whatever and whoever was outside the blankets covering them. Charles was the very only person Y/n could call her knight in shining armor.

Pascale couldn't hold back. She took her phone out of her pocket and after carefully approaching the bed, she took a couple of photos. That would have been one of the many memories of her children that she would have cherished forever.

She didn't have the heart to wake them. Not yet. So she stepped back and closed the door, letting them rest a little longer. At the sound of the door closing, Y/n moved a few centimeters, but only to be able to unconsciously get closer to Charles who, in turn, hugged her a little tighter to himself.

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jenosbigtoe · 2 years ago

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na jaemin x catgirl!reader (M)

minors dni

summary: jaemin finds a stray catgirl and takes her under his wing.

warnings: hybrid au. lots of fluff :3, bratty!reader, dom!jaemin, big dick nana, loss of virginity, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, mild squirting, kitty eating (lmao), fingering, fellatio, praise kink

word count: 6.0k

a/n: jaemin is the biggest cat person i know (besides me duh) so why wouldn’t i write a fic about him being down bad for his lil catgirl?

jesus fuck this was long and took forever 😪 sorry it's posted later than promised but at least it's longer than my last two fics combined! lmk if you want to see more of jaem and his catgirl bc im really liking this au

“fuck this shit man.” jaemin was so sick of his boring ass 9-5 office job. every single day he deals with incompetent coworkers (how did they even graduate high school), entitled clients, and a shitty boss that wanted to put all the work on him because he knew jaemin was a good employee.

jaemin took out a pack of newports and lit a cigarette, leaning his head back against the alleyway wall and sighing in frustration. the cold winter air bit at his nose but he didn’t care. this was his one time to really relax right after work. as he was taking a long drag, a rustle from the dark alley caught his attention.

he paused. “who’s there?” jaemin squinted his eyes against the pitch black darkness. this was a shady part of town and jaemin knew better than to be hiding out in the back alleyway of a sketchy convenience store but he also had a reputation to hold up. couldn’t have anyone from his work or person life finding out the social butterfly nana was a chainsmoker and hated his life.

against his better judgement, he put out the lit cigarette and moved closer to the rustling noise. turning his phone flashlight on, he didn’t know what he’d expect to see. maybe a raccoon or a stray dog.

he certainly didn’t expect to see the sweetest little thing hiding and shivering under a dirty cardboard box. there you were, hair matted, skin covered in grime, thin clothes in tatters, brown ears pressed flat against your head. and despite your disheveled appearance, jaemin thought you were just the cutest thing he’s ever seen. as his phone flash shined directly on you, you jumped in fright, body immediately tensing up in alarm. you bared your teeth at him and hissed, claws extended.

“woah hey i’m not gonna hurt you,” jaemin back away slowly, putting his hands up.

“fuck off,” you gritted at him, sharp teeth still showing.

“what are you doing out here like this? it’s freezing and you don’t have any clothes. where’s your owner?” jaemin crouched to the ground, trying to inch closer to you but you tucked yourself smaller into the corner.

“don’t have an owner. don’t need one. m perfectly fine by myself. now leave me alone, human,” you growled at him.

jaemin attempted to reach a hand out to you but you swatted at him and hissed, leaving a small gash on his hand.

“do you have a name, kitty?” jaemin asked softly.

you continued to glare at him. “leave me alone.”

jaemin knew it would be really difficult to get you to open up but he had such a soft spot for animals, especially strays. and he couldn’t just leave you alone looking like this in the winter cold.

“kitty, it’s way too cold out for you to be here without any proper clothes.” jaemin stated. “my name is na jaemin and i only want to help you, okay?”

your body was still tensed in suspension of this stranger but as he continued to get closer to you, you got a whiff of his scent. nose scrunched up cutely, you sniffed up at the air, needing more of that delicious scent. god he smelled so so good. despite the bitter cold of the winter air, the scent of this stranger left your body feeling warm and fuzzy inside, slowly melting your tough exterior. but he was still a stranger, one you had no idea the intentions of, and you didn’t want to take any risks.

“stop patronizing me and just leave me alone, stupid human.” the longer you were around him, the less alarmed your body felt, but you still kept your guard up around this delicious smelling stranger. and jaemin didn’t miss how your body language slowly got less tense the longer you were around him.

jaemin got up slowly, deep in thought. “i’ll be right back, kitty.”

he disappeared around the corner of the alley again, leaving you feeling slightly empty. stupid, you thought. he’s just a stranger. of course he’d leave like everyone else. you knew that rationally but your body was acting so weird around this stranger.

you continued to sit there, huddled beneath the cardboard and desperately seeking warm, when the stranger came back, this time with a steaming cup and a hotdog.

“here, baby,” jaemin cooed at you, handing you the cup of hot chocolate and hotdog. for some reason, your belly felt so warm at his calling you baby. “you must be so hungry.”

you eyed the food suspiciously. “why are you being so nice to me, human? you don’t even know me. you don’t even know my name.”

“doesn’t matter to me. nobody, hybrid or human or animal, deserves to be shivering in the winter cold like this,” jaemin stated with a serious look on his face.

you cautiously grabbed the food and drink from his hand before scarfing down the hotdog in record time and chugging the hot chocolate, some cutely dripping down your chin. your brown ears twitched in happiness. god jaemin thought you were just the cutest thing.

“y/n. it’s y/n,” you mumbled at him. “thank you for the food.”

“y/n, such a cute name for the cutest kitty,” jaemin smiled brightly.

he reached one hand out slowly to brush your hair out of your face. you just about jumped at the contact, but as he scratched that sweet spot behind your ears, your tail swished in happiness and you started to pur in delight. you closed your eyes in bliss and leaned slightly into the contact.

“good girl. such a sweet girl. i know you were so frightened, all alone in this winter cold. but nana’s got you now, m’kay?” jaemin cooed at you.

your body and brain were melting. his touch felt so so good, it’s been so long since you’ve been pet like this. and his smell, god you’ve never smelled anything so delicious before.

“y/n, i know we just met and i know you must so scared right now. but i can’t just leave you like this in the cold. please, let me just take you back to my apartment and you can stay there for a couple nights. i have an extra room so don’t worry about needing to sleep with me. i’ll give you a fresh set of clothes and feed you while you’re there. but i can’t just leave you here in good faith.” jaemin gave you a sincere look, practically pleading for you to come back with him.

your tail stop swishing and you scrunched your little nose in heavy thought. on one hand, you knew next to nothing about this man and he wanted you to stay at his place? but a warm bed and a fresh set of clothes and hot meals sounded so so good… and how much harm could this good smelling stranger even do to you… the rational part of your brain was telling you no, this stranger couldn’t be trusted. who knows what he’d do to you once you were in his territory? but your body was saying otherwise, he made you feel so good inside and he could take care of you even for just a few days.

you gave a long hard stare before replying. “okay. just for a little bit,” you whispered softly, still scared out of your mind.

jaemin used his beefy arms to support your weight as he helped you stand up on shaky legs. he wrapped his winter coat around your shivering body, cooing sweet reassuring words into your ear. his scent was absolutely intoxicating to you, leaving your mind fuzzy and full of him.

as soon as you stepped into his apartment, you were greeted with three balls of white fur bombarding your legs. one licked and nibbled on your toes, another purred and rubbed itself against your legs, and the other circled around your legs, tail swishing happily. you squealed at the sight, such cute kitties!

“ah ah lucy, luke, and luna, let’s not scare our guest, okay babies?” he spoke to them in such a gentle tone, it had your heart melting.

“n-no, s’okay, nana. i love kittens,” you reached down to pet them and give them chin rubs. all three kittens cuddled close to your body and let out loud purs. jaemin’s heart fluttered at your usage of his nickname.

“what are their names?” you asked.

“this one is lucy, this one is luke, and this one is luna. i got them a few months ago. i didn’t want to separate these three siblings so i just adopted all three. aren’t they just the sweetest things?”

you nodded, letting out purs alongside the kittens. you would never tell him this now but you also thought jaemin was so sweet.

he crouched down to pet the kitties alongside you. “they must really like you. they’re not usually this sweet and welcoming to guests. guess they recognize a kitten just as cute as them too.”

you pretended to not notice his last comment but your red face and happily swishing tail gave away your happiness.

“y/n, let’s get you into the bath and some clean clothes, hm? i know you must be dying to get this grime off you,” jaemin gently whispered, still petting the three purring kitties on the floor alongside you.

you paused, ears twitching. “bath?”

“yeah, a bath,” jaemin replied, looking up at you to gauge how you felt. your nose was scrunched up cutely in disgust at the mere idea of a bath.

“don’t need one. can lick myself clean,” you grumbled, pouting slightly.

you stopped petting the kitties, who seemed very displeased at the lack of attention you were giving them, and finally took a look around his apartment. the unfamiliar environment made you slightly uneasy but somehow you knew you were going to be safe. everything just smelled so strongly of him, it made your head dizzy and belly warm.

“kitty, you need to take a bath. i’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable now but you will feel so much better after,” jaemin gently reassured you.

you shook your head, cheeks puffed and ears pinned back. “no. don’t want.”

jaemin sighed, rising to his feet. “c’mon baby. let me run a warm bath for you. i promise it will feel so good.”

he tried taking your hand but you hissed and swatted at him. “no. away.” you backed yourself into a corner.

jaemin gave you a defeated look before disappearing around a corner. you sat back down to cuddle and play with the kittens.

jaemin came back to see you playing with the kittens so happily. it seemed they really helped make you feel comfortable in this foreign environment and his cats liked you so much already.

“kitty, come with me,” he prodded at your arm.

you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. “where are you taking me?”

“you’ll see.” jaemin decided to take it upon himself to carry you in his arms bridal style. his strength had you flinging around like a ragdoll, making you very angry.

you started clawing and biting at his arms, kicking your legs and screaming wildly. “let me go! let me go! hey!”

he brought you into a steamy bathroom and sat you on the ledge of the bubbly bathtub. he used his strength to pin your hips in place as he kneeled and situated himself between your legs.

“baby, i know you don’t want to take a bath but you need to wash this dirt off yourself. just listen to nana, hm?” he stared deep into your eyes with a serious look on his face, causing you to shift around in unease.

you broke eye contact and looked away, pouting deeply. “fine. you’ve literally given me no choice anyway. i’ll get in the stupid bath.”

you practically ripped your tattered clothes off your body and jumped straight into the water, splashing water and bubbles every where. you thrashed around wildly in the water, slipping and sliding all over the place. god, how long ago was it since you’ve had a bath like this?

jaemin reached into the water and held you firmly upright, using his thumb to rub you reassuringly. “woah, kitty. be careful, it’s dangerous to be so careless in the water. you can hurt yourself.”

“too long since i’ve had a bath like this,” you moaned, slipping under the water til your nose was just sticking out.

jaemin rolled up his sleeves and started rinsing your hair, massaging circles of shampoo into your scalp. you purred contentedly, tail swishing and splashing in the water.

“such a good kitty, doing so good for nana,” he murmured lowly as he washed and rinsed your hair and body affectionately.

you stayed in the tub, splashing around happily, until the warm water began to run cold. jaemin allowed you to step out before drying your body with a fluffy white towel. he dressed you in a pair of his grey sweatpants and a fuzzy black hoodie that smelled oh so deliciously of him. you inhaled the neckline of the hoodie deeply, his smell making your limbs dizzy and head fuzzy.

“all better now, kitty?” he smiled teasingly at you.

you gave a sheepish smile back. “thank you, nana.”

“it’s getting late, baby. let me get you a little snack. stay here on the couch,” he gave you a small peck to your head and walked to the kitchen.

his kittens strutted up to you, meowing and begging to be held. you grabbed all three in your arms and snuggled them close to your chest, pressing kisses to their fluffy fur.

jaemin walked into the living room, holding a glass of warm milk and a plate of cookies, to see you with his babies. his heart fluttered at the sight, so freaking adorable.

“this is for you, y/n,” he walked over and handed you the milk and cookies.

you smiled appreciatively at him before furrowing your eyebrows cutely. “why are you being so kind to me? we just met a few hours ago.”

jaemin shrugged his shoulders and sat next to you, grabbing lucy into his lap and stroking her fur. “i’ve always been a cat person, as you can see.”

you munched on the cookies happily and let the kittens snuggle up to you. luke and lucy fell asleep on your lap, purring contentedly. you let out a soft yawn and fluttered your eyelids. jaemin chuckled. you were just so stinking cute.

“getting sleepy, baby? i’ll take you to the guess bedroom,” he grabbed your arm, sleepy kittens still in hand, before leading you to the room right across from his bedroom.

“can i sleep with the kittens tonight?” you whispered softly.

“of course, baby,” he replied.

before he could turn to walk back to his room, you grabbed his sleeve and gave a quick peck to his cheek before scurrying to hide underneath the covers. your face was hot and red.

so freaking cute, jaemin though to himself, grinning widely.

it was the middle of the night. you didn’t even know what time it was but you couldn’t fall asleep. your mind was running a million thoughts all at once. what were you going to do when jaemin eventually got tired of you freeloading and kicked you out? how were you supposed to live back on the street now that you know what kindness feels like? you liked jaemin so much you didn’t want to leave him.

before you could think it over, you slowly got out of bed and knocked on jaemin’s door. a sleepy jaemin with a raspy voice and half-lidded eyes opened the door.

“yes, baby?” his sleepy voice was so sexy to you.

you stared hard at the ground. “m sorry for waking you, nana. i couldn’t sleep. would it be okay if i slept in here? just for tonight. you smell so good and comforting i thought maybe-“

he stopped you, lifting your chin to look you deep in your eyes. “kitty, don’t be so nervous around me. of course you can sleep in my bed, c’mon.”

he beckoned you over and lifted the comforter up, allowing you to slip in under the covers. he tried to lay a respectable foot away from you but you started whining and pawing at his arms to come closer. he scooted an inch closer but you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around you, snuggling your face into his thick chest and purring happily. your ears twitched cutely and tickled his face. jaemin was shocked at your boldness but molded his body to yours and cuddled you tightly.

“much better,” you sighed happily. you inhaled deeply, his smell flooding your senses. he was so warm and so comfy, you were in heaven. who would've guessed you'd be in this position when you were just swatting and hissing at him earlier in the night?

you fell asleep quickly, letting out soft sighs as you snoozed away. but now jaemin couldn’t fall back asleep. how could he? he had the sweetest little catgirl snuggling so cutely in his arms. he felt so guilty for it but he could feel his erection growing. he cursed at himself. stop being such a horny fuck. she may be cute but she trusts you to not be a freak around her, he thought.

somehow, jaemin ended up falling asleep and he woke up to you staring up at his sleeping face. your wide doe eyes were so cute just watching him adorably, he could wake up like this every day.

“morning, nana,” you whispered softly. during the night, your legs got tangled with his as you rest your hands on his chest. you could feel how thick and built he was underneath the thin material of his shirt, making your rub your thighs together unintentionally.

“good morning, baby. did you sleep well?” his deep morning voice sent shivers down your spine. his half lidded eyes and sleepy smile made him look so sexy.

you gave him a toothy smile, ears twitching and tail slapping against the bed. “yes i did. best sleep in a long time.”

he gave you a deep kiss to the top of your head, inhaling against your scalp. now that you’ve had a bath, you smelled so sweet and soft and milky. “glad to hear that. let me make breakfast before i have to leave for work.”

he slowly got up from underneath the covers, making you whine and reach for his arms to cuddle you once more.

“baby, i need to make you breakfast. can’t have my sweet kitty starve, now can i? look lucy, luna, and luke are here and they look like they want cuddles too.” he gave you a wink as the three kittens jumped on the bed and walked over to you.

jaemin returned with a plate of fresh fruit, eggs, pancakes, and some bacon. your ears perked up and you sniffed the air excitedly.

jaemin chuckled at your excitement. “hungry are we, kitty?”

you nodded excitedly. “i love pancakes. it’s been so long since i’ve had them.”

you scarfed down the breakfast jaemin made for you. bits of egg gathered at the corner of your mouth and jaemin wiped them away for you.

shyly, you told him, “thank you. for the breakfast and for everything, nana. i’ve never been treated this kindly before.”

jaemin scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around you, giving you a sweet peck on the cheek. “anything for my kitty.”

he checked his watch and jumped up suddenly. “shit! i’m gonna be late for work.” he rushed into his closet to grab clothes to change into.

you sat on the bed as he stripped to his underwear and put on black slacks and a white button-down. you blushed at the sight of his bare body, thinking he was so sexy but you’d die before telling him that.

rushing to put his shoes on, he gave you one final kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. “i’ll be back tonight for dinner, okay kitty? i’ll leave a 50 on the counter so you can buy whatever you want for yourself. see you this evening, baby.”

your heart sunk. you didn’t want him to leave you again. not when you just met. you knew he was going to come back home (he had to) but that didn’t fill the empty hole in your heart. your eyes welled up with a few tears before you wiped them away with your sleeve. jaemin has been so kind to you so it was time for you to stop looking like a bum and fix yourself up cutely for him.

later that evening, jaemin returned home to not just 3 kitties running up to him to give him some love but also you rushing up to give him a big bear hug. your little body crushing him with a tight squeeze as you nuzzled your face in his chest made his heart melt. he felt you purring against his chest as his arms wrapped around your body.

“missed me, huh kitty?” he teased.

you loosened your grip to look into his eyes. “yes i did,” you pouted seriously.

“i missed you too, baby. let me take these work clothes off so i can make dinner for you,” he replied, giving your head a sweet kiss and inhaling your milky scent.

you reluctantly let go as jaemin’s eyes widened at the sight. you were wearing the cutest little outfit he had no idea where you got it from. a short white mini skirt with a tight lacy pink crop top that showed off your plump tits that were practically spilling out of your shirt. you even had baby pink thigh highs with little bows on them.

“like it?” you smiled up at him, giving a little swirl. he caught sight of little white panties underneath your skirt.

jaemin was breathless. “where did you get this little outfit, baby?”

you smiled even wider. “used the money you left me to go shopping for this. i told the lady to help me find something to impress you and she showed me this.”

jaemin eyed your body hungrily, making you squirm and rub your thighs together. “so, nana? do you like it?”

jaemin gave you a tight hug, pressing his body against yours. you could feel his bulge against your pelvis, making your panties so wet. “i love it, baby. you’re so cute.”

your tail swished happily as you purred against him. “yayyy,” you said excitedly.

“baby, let me go make dinner for us, kay? just wait for me and we can cuddle after.” he hummed against your head.

for dinner, you sat in his lap on the couch, eating your steaming bowls of soup and happily cuddling with the three kitties. your little skirt rode up your thighs, causing your panties to peak out. you wiggled your ass around on jaemin’s lap, sighing contentedly as jaemin shifted around so you wouldn’t feel his hardening bulge.

“thank you again, nana. i appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” you purred.

jaemin gave you a wink. “of course, my baby. you can stay with me for as long as you need. i’m not just gonna throw you out.”

you sat up excitedly, tail swishing, as you turned to face him. “really? you really mean it?”

jaemin nodded. “of course. stay with me as long as you need. my home is always open to you.”

you set your bowl down and gave him a tight hug. “yay yay yayy!! thank you, nana!”

you leaned back to look him in his eyes when you slowly looked down to stare at his lips. slowly, you inched forward and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, sucking and licking gently. jaemin was shocked at your boldness but reciprocated your kiss with a renewed fervor. you wrapped your arms around his neck and sat there on his lap as you made out with him intensely.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned against your lips, rubbing circles on your back and lightly bucking his hips against yours. you let out soft whimpers and moans.

you pulled away from him and rested your foregead against his to gaze deep into his eyes. you looked so fucking hot in that moment jaemin was about to lose it. puffy lips, wild hair, lidded eyes staring at him seductively, ears twitching so cutely. you stared at each other, air tingling with tension and need.

jaemin broke the silence. “baby, i don’t have work tomorrow. let’s go shopping and buy you some cute clothes to wear, kay?”

you nodded and sunk your face into his neck, sniffing at his sexy scent. “yes, i would like that a lot, nana.”

for the next few weeks, you would drive jaemin crazy. always prancing around wearing the cutest little outfits that would leave nothing to the imagination. snuggling and cuddling him so cutely whenever he had the tiniest bit of freetime to lounge around. sleeping in his bed and tangled up in his arms while rubbing yourself against his body. kissing him and making out with him at every possible moment but never going further than that. you were so so clingy with him, always whining and pouting when he had to go anywhere without you. and when he got back, you’d cling to him like a little koala. you were just his sweetest, cutest little kitten and he wanted to gobble you up.

“nana, don’t leave me. how long will you be gone this time?” you pouted and pawed at his chest, pressing your body against his.

“baby,” he sighed. “i need to go drop this off at the post office. i’ll be back in 20 minutes, okay? then i’ll give you your cuddles.”

you sniffled. “meanie.”

when he came back as promised, 19 minutes later, you ran and jumped up into his arms. “you came back, nana! missed you so much.” you pressed a sweet kiss against his lips.

“you’re so precious, kitty. my sweet kitty always so good to nana,” he hummed against your lips.

you pulled away. “nana, i have a problem.”

jaemin started to press soft kisses up and down your jawline. “hm?”

“i’ve been feeling weird lately. i don’t know how to explain it.”

he paused, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “what do you mean, baby?”

“everytime you touch me like that, i get all tingly.” you pointed to your privates. “i get all warm and hot down there. and my panties get a little wet. is there something wrong with me?”

jaemin’s jaw dropped in realization. oh. oh.

“oh, baby. uh,” he started, setting you down on the ground gently. “how do i explain this?”

you tilted your head expectantly at him.

“it means you need me.” he said simply.

you looked confused. “need you? of course i need you. you’re my nana and i’m your kitty.”

“no baby. it means you need me to touch you right there.”

you had a look of realization on your face. “oh.”

“baby, i can help you. i can make you feel really good. but only if you tell me, okay? i won’t do anything you don’t want.” he said slowly, gauging your reaction.

you had a sure look on your face. “nana, i trust you. please touch me.”

jaemin growled and smashed his lips against yours, gripping your ass with one hand and running his hand through your hair in another. you purred needily, rubbing your legs together and feeling that warmth between your legs again.

“baby, can i take this to the bedroom?” he sighed breathlessly against your lips.

you nodded excitedly and chased his lips with yours once more. he hoisted you up by your waist and wrapped your legs around his waist. you lightly grinded against his abdomen, causing him to groan and curse against your lips.

he threw you onto the bed, knocking you breathless, and climbed on top of you to kiss you deeply once more. you whined and bucked your hips up against him in need.

“need more, nana,” you whimpered.

“m getting there, baby,” he said as he started to take your skirt, top, bra, and finally panties off your body, never disconnecting his lips from yours.

he reached his hand down to lightly tease your leaking pussy. you felt so warm and hot down there, you needed more. “more! more!” you cried out.

he took one finger and lightly went around your sopping hole. “fuck, this pussy is so wet for me, huh? you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this. the perfect kitty.”

he plunged one finger in, which had you whining and bucking against his hand. as he pumped his finger in and out of your drooling cunt, he slowly added another finger, then another. he alternated between pumping your cunt and taking his fingers out to play with your clit.

you moaned and cried out. “fuck yes! yes, more, please oh god more!”

he planted a deep kiss on your lips. “my kitty is doing so good for me.”

suddenly, he ripped his hand from your cunt, which had you whining and pouting. then he crawled down to face your beautiful pussy. you were so wet and leaky, all for him. he groaned and shoved his face right into your cunt, tonguing at your hole before licking a strip up to your clit. you screamed and cried out, gripping at his hair and shoving his face further into your crying pussy. he started sucking and licking at your clit before shoving three of his fingers back into your hole, pumping up and hitting your G-spot. tears rolled down your face from all the pleasure.

you felt your core get tight. “nana! nana! feel funny down there… my pussy keeps leaking more!” you cried out.

he looked up from your cunt. he looked so fucking sexy, eyes lidded and face dripping with your arousal. “baby, don’t worry. just relax and feel good, kay?”

he dove back into fingering your dripping cunt and sucking and licking at your clit when you felt a wave of pleasure burst from your core. your cunt squirted out wetness as you screamed in pleasure.

“oh god! nanaaa!!” you sobbed, covering your face with your arm from the intense pleasure.

he grinned, licking his lips and fingers clean, and gently pulled your arm from your face. “let look at you, gorgeous. that felt good, right?”

you nodded vigorously. “nana, need more. felt so good.”

you pulled at his belt loop and started unbuckling his jeans. he let you pull his pants down as he took his shirt off, exposing his sexy toned body. you were drooling at the sight.

“nana, you are so sexy,” you whispered, staring directly at his chiseled abs.

he winked at you before finally pulling his boxers down and letting his rock hard cock spring free. your eyes got as wide as saucers. he was massive. so red and veiny, thick from base to tip, and a slight curve upwards. a bead of pearly white liquid gathered at the tip. his balls looked so big and heavy too. your mouth watered.

“wow,” you whispered to yourself.

jaemin smirked, giving himself a few pumps. “like it, baby?”

you nodded slowly. “i’ve never done this before. can i put it in my mouth?”

jaemin groaned. “fuck baby, you’re gonna be the death of me. so cute and so fucking hot.”

you leaned down and started licking the shaft, started at the base. you sucked his balls softly, letting the weight of them rest on your tongue as you moaned softly.

“just like that baby, fuck. sure you’ve never done this before?” he groaned and snaked his hands into gripping your hair.

you shook your head before licking his cock from base to tip. you gave his cock a small kiss and gulped. how were you going to fit this in your mouth. he was huge. slowly, you sucked on the tip before taking more and more into your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down on his cock as jaemin let out the sexiest groans. you let your tongue lick at the veins on the underside of his cock as you went faster and faster.

“oh, baby. fuck, you suck dick like a pro,” he moaned out. “you’re so gorgeous and perfect, you know that? i love you, my sweet kitty.”

all of sudden, you bottomed out on his cock, sticking it all in your mouth at once. you gave a few licks to his balls.

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck, m gonna cum,” jaemin cursed.

he ripped your head off his cock with a lewd pop. leaving you whining and chasing his cock for more. he threw you back against the bed and pinned you down, cock bouncing angrily against his stomach. you rubbed your legs together as your pussy leaked and drooled in need.

“as good as you suck dick, baby, i need to finish inside you,” he growled, giving you a deep kiss.

he reached into his nightstand to pull out a condom.

“what’s that?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head.

he ripped the packet open and started rolling it on his cock. “it’s called a condom, baby. you put it on before having sex to prevent pregnancy.”

you shook your head slowly. “do you have to wear it? don’t want you to. wanna feel your cock in my pussy raw.”

jaemin paused. “you sure, baby?”

you nodded. “very sure.”

he groaned and cursed to himself. something about “fuck, she’s so sexy and she doesn’t even know it.” he ripped the condom off and threw it off the bed somewhere. then he climbed back on top of you and propped your legs up against his shoulders and lined his cock with your entrance. he gave himself a few punps and teased your soaking hole with the tip of his leaking cock. “ready, baby?”

you nodded vigorously and whined, bucking your hips up to meet his cock. he bottomed out inside you with one thrust, causing you to scream out.

“oh, nana! fuck!” you cried deliciously. your ears twitched so cutely it had jaemin wanting to pound you hard and fast immediately.

he paused his hips to let you against to his size. “are you okay, baby?”

you kissed him. “if you don’t move i might lose my mind.”

with that, he pounded your little pussy with his big cock hard and deep. you cried and screamed at the intense pleasure, claws scratching at his back. the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your ass had you leaking all around. you squirmed and wriggled underneath him, causing him to use his strength to pin your hips to the mattress.

“fuck baby, you feel so good. real thing is much better than what i’ve imagined,” he growled against your neck.

“oh jaemin,” you called out.

his hips went faster and harder. “say it again. say my name, baby.”

“j-jaemin,” you cried. “jaemin jaemin jaemin! yes oh fuck yes!” in the deep mating press he had you in, you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix sweetly.

“oh baby, i love you so much. love my sweet kitty so much. so precious and so sweet to me.” he groaned into your neck.

you were losing your mind in pleasure. “oh jaemin, gonna cum again. more please more!!”

his hips rutted into you impossibly fast, god you were losing your mind. you felt your core tighten and burst with pleasure once again, waves of orgasm washing over your body. your pussy squirted all over his abdomen and spasmed around his cock. his hips continued to fuck you through your orgasm, leaving you feeling overstimulated with pleasure. fat tears rolled down your face as you sobbed and clawed at jaemin’s back.

“m gonna cum too baby,” he gave you a sweet kiss on your lips. “doing so good for me. so good for nana.”

with a final deep thrust, he bottomed out inside your pussy and let out hot white spurts of cum, so much that some dripped and leaked out even as he was still balls deep inside. he collapsed on top of you with a groan, inhaling your hair deeply. you laid there panting and covered in sweat.

“love you, kitty,” he whispered softly into your ear.

“love you too, nana.”

#nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #nct smut #nct x reader #nct dream #na jaemin x reader #jaemin x reader #na jaemin #jaemin smut #jaemin #nct #jaemin fluff

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suzukiblu · 8 days ago

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WIP excerpt for Drakel behind the cut, who asked for something soft and is getting some "Superpup". content warnings: not necessarily a full-blown anxiety attack, but a character in a compromised mental state is actively panicking while thinking very unkind things about themself, and is at least getting CLOSE to anxiety attack territory. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Something crunches outside–a footstep on gravel, maybe, or a big scary monster that’s gonna come eat them–and Kon whimpers in terror and hides against Krypto, which is something he’s never done once in his fucking life, and the little puppy-brain thinks: is it the scary bad man again, is he back, is the scary bad man gonna hurt him again, he doesn’t wanna get hurt again, he's scared–!

Krypto growls low and threatening, baring his teeth at the door as his hackles raise, and a flashlight sweeps across the room, and a voice says–something, the puppy-brain can’t process it, and Kon can’t process it through the puppy-brain–and Kon huddles down as small as he can against Krypto’s chest and whimpers. Another voice says something, and Krypto barks sharply, and the voices both curse in surprise and fall back, and then Krypto snatches Kon off the floor in his teeth–grabs him by the scruff with his teeth–and tears out of the store at super-speed with him in his mouth.

Kon yelps.

Krypto flies fast, and the whole world blurs and it’s all rushing wind and speed, and the stupid fucking puppy is still fucking scared, and Kon–and Kon–

Kon had felt a whole lot safer curled up against Krypto’s chest, it feels like, stupid as that thought is.

The puppy really, really wants to hide again, though, and Kon can’t think about anything right, can’t even–can’t–

He just wants Clark to show up and fix this, even if he’s gonna give him another stupid lecture about not being so reckless and stupid and–

He just wants Clark at all, he thinks, even though it’s a stupid fucking thought.

Then the blurred world and rushing wind and speed all stop all at once in a jarring jolt as Krypto lands–somewhere, Kon’s too dizzy to really figure out where just yet–and in the same instant, and a voice exclaims, “Krypto! What are you doing, boy, you know better than to come to the apartment like this!”

Krypto sets Kon down all nice and neat on a concrete balcony and wags his tail, and Clark comes out through the sliding glass and onto the balcony too, looking stressed and looking around like he’s looking for something, but Kon doesn’t care, because it’s Clark.

He tries to say that, on some stupid crammed-down reflex–tries to say “Clark” or “Kal” or even “Superman”, or just “HELP me!”, but the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a pathetic and scared-sounding yelp. Clark pulls up short, looking startled, and looks down at him, and seems to just be noticing him for the first time. The stupid puppy-brained puppy feels exposed and vulnerable and terrified of the huge looming scary thing taking up the whole stupid world and whimpers in fright as it skitters back between Krypto’s legs clumsily and tries to hide underneath him even more clumsily than that.

Krypto barks as proud as every time he’s ever shown up dragging a supervillain by the cape or “fetched” a whole-ass tree out of the ground instead of the normal-sized stick somebody’d tossed for him, then plants his butt on the balcony and wags his tail even harder, panting happily up at Clark as the stupid fucking puppy burrows in and hides against his stomach and whimpers again. Because it’s fucking scared, and Kon just wants Clark to make it better but Clark’s big and scary right now just like the scary bad man was and Clark’s gonna be so mad that he messed up something as basic as just some random fucking robbery so bad, and Clark’s gonna think he’s so stupid and gonna tell him he’s so stupid and–and–

And Clark’s gonna be disappointed in him again.

He’s so stupid. He’s so stupid, he’s so stupid all the time, he never just thinks and right now he’s even worse at thinking than usual and Clark’s gonna think he’s so stupid and so dumb and gonna hate him and–!

“Oh,” Clark says, and drops down to one knee, his face and posture and everything all going all soft all at once as he reaches out with a big and planet-crushing and gentle hand. “Who’s this? Are you lost, buddy? Need some help getting home?”

The puppy wants to be home, and Kon knows where home is, so that’s all his stupid crammed-down brain can process before the both of them are bolting forward into Clark and trying to jump up into his arms, all freaked-out panic and distressed yips and whines.

“It’s alright, buddy,” Clark murmurs, his voice just as gentle as the hands that could crush a planet are wrapping the puppy–and Kon–up into themselves and pulling them in to cradle against his chest right where the “S” goes. Right where the El crest goes.

The El family crest, that Clark still lets him wear.

Kon bursts into sobs that the puppy makes as hitched, stuttered whimpers, and Clark smoothes a big-heavy-gentle hand down their back and makes a soft little shushing, soothing sound and keeps cradling them right there.

The puppy feels almost as safe as it did hiding under Krypto, and Kon feels–Kon feels–

Kon feels stupid and useless and weak and scared and like the most worthless fucking Super that’s ever existed, the most useless El that’s ever existed like he’s even really a real one of those, and–a-and–

And safer than he’s ever, ever felt in his whole stupid, useless, worthless existence.

Kon cries mortifyingly harder, and the puppy snuffles and whimpers and whines, and Clark holds them soft and secure and safe and murmurs gentle, gentle things in a tone of voice that Kon can’t even process the sound of; can’t even understand the words of.

He doesn’t think even Ma’s ever talked to him like that.

Everything’s still so, so scary and all weird and wrong, b-but . . . but he . . .

Krypto barks proudly again and wags his tail happily, and Kon mostly manages to stop crying, and Clark keeps stroking that big-heavy-gentle hand down his back over and over again even while he does, and . . . and it’s fine, it’s alright, it’s okay now; it’s fine. Krypto was smart enough to save him and smart enough to bring him to Clark and Clark is smart enough to save him too, smart enough to find someone who can help and take him to them, to someone who can fix him, so–so it’s fine, and he’s okay, and the scary bad man’s not here and can’t get him or the stupid puppy’s stupid puppy-brain ever again, because Superman has them, so they’re–so they’re–

So they’re safe, Kon thinks in a weirdly painful kind of relief, and the puppy buries their face in Clark’s chest.

Clark’s the safest place in the whole world.

#kon el #conner kent #krypto the superdog #clark kent #superfamily #superboy #superman #wip: superpup #drakel

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lostbookmark · 5 months ago

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MDNI 🔞

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

A/N: Enjoy this random chapter I wrote last minute. I felt like I needed something between last week and the shit show that comes next week.

SMUT!

“Why am I here?” You ask Hobi as the two of you walk ahead of Joon, Jin, and Yoongi in the corn maze located on Tannie Farms.

“People lose things in the corn maze all the time,” Hobi explains as the two of you walk amongst the stalks of corn with black flashlights in your hands. Your beam of lights shine on the tall stalks making them look eerie in the darkened night as they gently sway with the breeze. “We want to make sure no one is lost in here.”

“Seriously? People get lost in here?” You question as you let your light sweep the area around you looking for anything or anyone that should not be there. “But….why do I have to be here? I could be at home right now.”

“What's wrong?” Hobi says teasingly, elbowing you. “Don't want to spend more time with your boyfriend? Is it getting serious?”

“Shut up!” You hiss and look behind you. Yoongi seems to be in a deep conversation with your other two friends. “He is not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah and I can't dance,” he jokes. “If I know Yoongi like I think I do….and I do. He's loyal. He's not going to waste his time on someone he doesn't want to be with. He's your boyfriend. ”

“Even if he doesn't want to label it right now?” You ask, giving him a skeptical look.

“That doesn't have to be a bad thing. Yoongi likes you. I've known that fact for many years now, but you're my best friend, and if I thought you and him were a bad idea….I would tell you not to be with him,” Hobi explains.

“RRRAAAWWWRR!” Three bodies suddenly jump out at you and Hobi, causing the two of you to scream into the darkened moonlit night. Hobi, in his fright, practically jumps on top of you, causing you to fall onto the ground. You land on the ground first, cushioning the fall of his body body.

“OW!” You cry out as something sharp cuts into your sweatshirt and drags across your elbow. A sharp, stinging, burning pain radiates through your arm. “Hobi get off.”

Hobi rolls off you with an apology, as the sound of footsteps come running toward the two of you. It wasn't long before you felt a pair of long arms wrap themselves around your upper torso, pulling you off the ground.

“You're bleeding,” Jin, the owner of the long arms, says as he inspects your elbow with his own flashlight. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

“I got you,” Jungkook says, rushing over, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.

“STOP!” Yoongi demands. “Kook put her down.”

Jungkook freezes with you dangling over his shoulder upside down in his spot before he could take off with you. In fact, you think everyone freezes. It's so quiet out here. Jungkook carefully sets you down on your feet and steps away from you. You stand there confused and slightly dizzy with a stinging elbow, not knowing what to do.

“Okay,” Joon said, breaking the tense silence. “Yoongi, why don't you take Y/N back and get her cleaned up. We will finish here and I'll let you know when we finish.”

Everyone obediently agrees. Yoongi takes your hand and leads you through the winding maze of the dark cornfield with his flashlight leading the way. He's walking pretty fast as he expertly navigates his way out, and you have to take quick steps to keep up with him.

“Slow down,” you complain as you try not to trip over your own feet. Thankfully, he does, allowing you to slow your pace but doesn't say anything to you. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing, I just want to get you back,” he said, still pulling you along as he takes several shortcuts through the stalks of corn. “We are almost there.”

He was right. The two of you exit where you all entered to begin with in no time. Yoongi leads you to his car that was parked in front of one of their barns. Opening the door for you, you slide in and wait for him to get in on the other side as you buckle yourself in. Something was bothering him. You weren't stupid. You just can't figure out what you did wrong. You look down at your lap and focus on the stinging of your elbow. You touch it with your finger. Ouch, it fucking hurts!

“Ouch, It fucking hurts!” You cry out, trying to jerk away as Yoongi sprays something on it as you sit on his bathroom counter.

“Sorry,” he says before he blows on it, trying to ease the sting.

“I love Hobi, but damn,” you tell him with a laugh. He doesn't react. Instead, he focuses on placing a large bandage over your wound. “I think he screamed louder than I did.”

“I think so,” he said, throwing away wrappers of the bandage and taking care of the spray he used on you.

“Okay,” you say, shaking your head. “What did I do to make you mad?”

“I'm not mad,” he says, denying your words. You cross your arms and glare at him, making him sigh. He leans against a bare wall, looking embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck. “I'm not mad at you. I just….I wasn't able to help you.”

“What?” You ask, clearly confused and point to your fixed elbow. “You literally just helped me.”

“No, I know, but as soon as you and Hobi fell. Jin, pretty much body checked me to get to you. Then, Jungkook didn't even hesitate to throw you over his shoulder. I guess…” he stopped talking.

“Were you jealous?” You ask, and he shrugs one shoulder. “You don't have to be jealous. They're my friends….. our friends, Yoongi.”

“Just friends, right?” He asks quietly while not looking at you.

You felt a couple of emotions right then. One, you were kind of pissed that he is making the assumption that you have possibly been intimate with them at some point. Two, you felt bad knowing he was screwed over just like you had been and was feeling insecure right now. Taking a breath, you jump down off the counter and place your hands on your hips.

“Friends,” you reiterate. “I have never done anything with any of them, and I would never do anything with them. Just friends. End of story. Period.”

“I'm sorry,” he says, finally making eye contact with you.

Walking up to him, you wrap yours around his waist, hugging him. Yoongi relaxes in your hold, wrapping his around you as well, reciprocating your hug. Looking up at him from your position against his chest, you purse your lips. Leaning down, he presses his lips against yours for a kiss.

“If you want me to,” you say when you pull away. “I can tell them to back off a little if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Don't do that. I know how much they love you. I just want you to want me first, I guess.”

“What do you mean?” You ask dumbfounded.

“You have this trust with them that we don't have yet. I understand that we will have that eventually but…” he explains. “I'm just worried that they will always jump in when you need something, and I'll stand there like an idiot lost in the crowd waiting my turn to get to you.”

“Oh, Yoongi,” you say softly with a sigh. “I promise that I won't let that happen. Okay? I promise if I need something I will find you first.”

“Okay,” he answered quietly.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper as you lean up, pressing your lips to his again.

“You're welcome,” he whispers back as he pulls back.

“Can I take care of you now?” You ask teasingly as you pull on his black belt that was tightened around his waist.

His eyes widen slightly as he nods his head yes. You quietly laugh, leading him out of the bedroom by the black leather belt and over to stand by the foot of the bed in the adjoining room. Slowly, you undo the buckle to get to the button on his jeans. Biting your lip, you drop down on your knees to the carpet floor. Undoing his pants, you pull them down his legs along with his boxers in one go, letting the garments pool at his ankles. Pushing his shirt up, Yoongi takes hold of the material from your hand as he holds it against his stomach.

“Do you want to lie down?” You ask him as you look up at him through your lashes. Taking his semi erect cock in your hand pumping him slowly before licking him from base to tip. “Or did you want to stay here?”

Yoongi blinks at you a couple of times, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. You watch him lick his lips as he looks at the bed and then down to you on the floor. Holding out his hand, you accept it as he helps you to your feet. Yoongi kicks off the clothes at his ankles before climbing on his bed, lying on his back, head against his pillows. You climb on the bed between his legs, taking him back in your hands, giving him teasing strokes. You lower your head to take him in your mouth, but he stops you by gently pulling you away with his hand in your hair.

“Take your shirt off,” his voice demanded before changing his tone. “Please, I need to see you.”

You smile gently, moving to sit on your knees as you peel your shirt up over your head. Yoongi sits up and urgently pulls you to him, pulling your sports bra up over head and taking a nipple in his mouth, expertly sucking on it the way he knew you loved. He takes your hand, bringing it down onto his hardening member. He groans into you the swell of your breast as you touch him again.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you gently push him back against the pillows. Yoongi moves his hand down, tapping the bed where he lies by his hip. Kneeling where he tapped, you lean over him from the side, finally taking him in your mouth.

Sucking softly on the tip of his cock has him audibly sighing, as he brings his hand to your head, running his hand over your hair and down your naked back. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you take him further into your mouth, before pulling back up, coating him in your saliva. Down again, you slowly take him down your throat, pausing to swallow around him.

“Fuuuck,” he breathes out, trying his damndest not to jerk his hips up into your face.

Bobbing your head up and down on him. Your tongue swirls around his mushroomed tip as your hand twists around him, working in tandem. Yoongi reaches underneath you, grabbing the flesh of your chest, tweaking your nipple causing you to groan around him, the vibrations making his pale thighs flex and tighten. Yoongi suddenly grips your hair, pulling you off of him.

“Wha…” you start to ask, but he pushes you down onto the bed, slamming his mouth to yours, taking you by surprise.

“I need you,” he growls, pulling away. His hands grab the top of your leggings, harshly pulling them down your legs and throwing them across the room.

“This is supposed to be about you,” you say, pouting a little bit but not fighting him undressing you. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”

“Don't say that right now,” his voice sounded strained, and it made you want to laugh.

Yoongi reaches over you, opening the drawer of the nightstand on the side of his bed. Quickly, he grabs a condom after ripping open a new box. He tosses the little foil pack on the bed beside you. You don't even have time to react before he literally dives between your legs, lapping at your most intimate spot. Threading your fingers through his hair, you push his face further into your wetness.

“I didn't want you to have to do anything,” you say panting, watching as his tongue flicks up and down against your clit. “I'm supposed to be taking care of you.”

“You are taking care of me,” he mumbles into your core, attaching his lips to your bundle of nerves, sucking lightly.

“This isn't fair,” you whine as your back arches. “Shit, let me at least ride you.”

Moving to his knees, he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth before rolling the latex down his hard cock. Instead of lying back on the bed, Yoongi sits on the edge with his feet planted on the floor. You crawl over to him, throwing your leg over his lap, straddling him. Yoongi reaches down, holding himself steady so you can sink down onto him, surrounding him in your wet heat.

Leaning back on one hand, Yoongi settles his other one on your bottom. He grips your plump flesh as you start to roll your hips against his. Throwing your arms around the back of his neck, you kiss him, chests pressed together with your clit grinding against his pelvis. Shifting, Yoongi doesn't break the kiss, as his once supporting hand grabs your ass, guiding you, making you ride him faster.

“Taking such good care of me,” he whispers against your lips.

You whimper, resting your forehead against his as your body rocks on his lap. Biting your lip, drive yourself down onto him as hard as you can. Yoongi hands grab your hips, helping you bounce on him, eyes never leaving one another. His heated gaze was dark and hungry. It made you tingle all over.

Without slipping out of your body, Yoongi flips you over onto your back, spreading your legs wide by the ankles, making you cry out at the deepness of him inside of you. Knowing that he likes to watch you touch yourself, your hand trails down your body, fingers finding your clit that is swollen with desire. Circling your fingers against your flesh, Yoongi moans, letting go of your ankles as his hands grab your waist, pulling down to meet his thrusts.

“I'm going to come,” you sob out as your toes start to curl.

“Come on, darlin,” Yoongi growls, picking up his pace, slamming his hips against you.

Cry out, your back arches, and your hands shoot out to reach for him. Yoongi obliges, covering your body with his. He buries his head in the nape of your neck, his hot breath fans across your skin as you squirm underneath him as you come undone. The grunting in your ear and his hips savagely pounding your body tells you that he is close. Your fingers sink into the skin of his back, nails scraping down the naked skin, making his hips stutter before finally coming to halt with a choked gasp.

Collapsing on you, you welcome him by wrapping your arms around him. Yoongi turns his head, kissing your neck before planting a few kisses to your bare shoulder. Reaching between your bodies, he grabs the top of the condom, holding it securely as he pulls out of you. Rolling over onto his back, he pulls you into his side. You're both quiet as you lie there, calming your heartbeats and harsh breathing.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you say quietly after a minute, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he answers, looking back down at you.

You don't say anything. You just smile at him, a true honest to god happy smile. Yoongi tucks a stand of hair behind your ear, smiling back. You place your head on his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart. Letting your eyes close, his hand strokes your side. You like this. You really freaking like this, and you don't want to lose it.

You tap your fingers against the counter in the teachers lounge, watching your lunch go around and around on the glass plate of the microwave. You should see if you can talk Joon into letting you get a microwave for your classroom, but you highly doubt he would go for it. It's probably a fire hazard or something. Unless you can bribe him with the idea of you buying it yourself.

“What's for lunch?” Shinwon asks, coming to stand by you.

“Spaghetti,” you answer, watching him lean over the sink, rinsing his coffee cup out.

“That sounds good,” he says, continuing your little conversation.

“It's a frozen one,” you say as you continue to stare at your food, cooking away.

You're surprised that he approached you. After the festival, he pretty much avoided you while at school like the plague. Only speaking forced pleasantries in front of the kids and fellow colleagues. Yoongi must have done a good job of scaring him off that night. You kind of felt bad for him.

“Oh, never mind then,” he says with a slight laugh as he starts to make fresh coffee. “Got any plans for Halloween?”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod. “My friend is having a Halloween party. How about you?”

“Same,” he answers. “Well, not really a party, but just hanging out. If you get bored at your party you can come and hang out with us. We would be happy to have you. You can bring your boyfriend as well. We will have plenty of food.”

“That's sweet, but he's not really….good with new people,” you say, trying to come up with some excuse for not accepting his invite.

“Y/N!” You turn your head to see Tae walking up to you with a happy smile on his face.

“Tae, what are you doing here?” You ask him, taking your food out of the microwave as it beeps.

“Yoongi and I were talking to the fourth graders about the life cycle of a plant. Do you want me to explain it to you?” He asks with a hopeful look. “It's really interesting.”

“Maybe later,” you say gently, stirring your food and taking a moment to blow on it. “Yoongi’s here?”

“Yeah, he usually hates coming to places to talk, but for some reason,” he says, winking intentionally at you. “He jumped right in to volunteer to join me. Hi, I’m Taehyung.” He finishes, looking at your colleague.

“Shinwon,” Shinwon says politely as he stirs his coffee slowly. “I'm the music teacher here.”

“Music teacher …. that's … cool,” Tae says, giving you a look, making you roll your eyes. “Nice to meet you.”

Joon and Yoongi walk into the teachers' lounge, holding different posters in their arms. You shovel a forkful of noodles in your mouth as you watch Yoongi walk up to Tae and bonk him on the head with a rolled up poster. You smile into your food as he shoots Yoongi an offended look.

“Clean up after yourself,” Yoongi scolds, making him take the posters in his arms. Yoongi looks at you, then the food you're stuffing your face with and grimaces. “Do I need to pack you lunch?”

“No?” You say taking another bite.

“That shouldn't even be considered food,” he says with a sigh. His eyes suddenly move to the handsome man beside you, still stirring his coffee.

“I should go,” Shinwon says suddenly. “Have a good day, Y/N.”

“Bye,” you say with your mouth full of noodles.

“You guys hang out often?” Yoongi asks, his eyes narrow at you.

“Look at the time,” Joon says nervously. “Tae, I have something to show you. Let's go.”

You watch Joon grab Tae, gently leading him out the room. You roll your eyes and continue eating your food. Doesn't he realize that you only have so long for a lunch break.

“We are in the teachers lounge,” you tell him. “Should I tell him not to come in here?”

“Very funny,” he grumbles, looking embarrassed.

“Do you have your costume for Jimin's party?” You ask, finishing off your food.

“I'm not dressing up,” he says with a shake of his head. “Be lucky that I'm going to meet you there.”

“I have my costume,” you inform him as you turn away to clean up your mess and wipe out the microwave. “Jimin picked it out.”

“That scares me,” he admits, watching you move around. “Is it going to be like his junior year Christmas party? If I remember correctly, your little red and green dress was barely there.”

“What?” You gasp and look at him, shock written all over your face. You remember that party perfectly, Jimin had you wear a sexy elf costume after losing a bet with him. It showed way too much skin, and you practically froze all night as you pranced around with a huge candy cane. “You weren't there.”

“Of course I was,” he says, correcting you. “I was just forced to stay far, far, far away from you that night.”

Ah, you get it now. Chae wouldn't let him near you.

“Well, I guess you’ll find out when you get to the party,” you say with a teasing smile.

“You're going to kill me one day, I swear,” Yoongi said, looking around the room and then to the door. Kissing you quickly, he pulls back, giving you a smack on the butt before heading to the door. “I'll see you at home.”

You feel frozen on the spot as you watch him walk out the door. Home? Your house? You don't really consider your house, your home. It's Kook's house that he is renting to you. It's a place where you sometimes sleep and store your things, and Yoongi hardly ever goes in there. Your parents' home? Obviously not. That hasn't been home since you left for college. His home? That wasn't your home. Why would he say it like that? You were still taking things slow. You definitely still didn't have a label in the few weeks that have passed. Why would he say I'll see you at home? You didn't have a ‘home’. At least not yet anyway. Maybe you won't ever find ‘home’ at all. All you know is he is getting your hopes up, and you didn't want to be disappointed.

《Chapter Nine》

A/N: I just wanted to give you all an update about my other fics.

Game of Healing: I'm on chapter 5 as of right now.

Whispered Lullabies: Started chapter 1

What Happens in Vegas: Completed chapter 1

Love At First Event: It's a one-shot. Started it, but I am currently stuck.

Secrets Between Us: Have not started it yet.

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treezxu · 2 years ago

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flashlight frights has three security guards and two loser kids (alive) and two awesome kids (dead) and then a big evil man and a kid who is PISSED.

#guess em all and i'll give you a cookie #also theres a dad involved #andi ts not henry or william #a different dad #flashlight frights

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aoioozora · 1 year ago

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Simon.

Part 1

Chapters Masterlist

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au Photo credit: quinci Note: Had 'Meddle About' by Chase Atlantic on repeat as I wrote this in one sitting. My first COD fanfiction. Enjoy!

Their hands squeezed against your arms and wrists. You tried to pull and yank away in resistance to their unwanted advances.

“Hey, c'mon, you're cute! You should come with us.” one of them said in a voice that was meant to sound silky and inviting, but came off as sleazy.

Words failed you, all of them stuck in your throat, a large lump of fear blocking them from escaping your lips, tightening within your neck like a balloon about to burst. The memory of self-defense vanished from your muscles as you pitifully tried to fight off three men who were taller and bigger than you with your pathetic grunts and pleas to be released.

Upon the dark and empty streets, a distant hum of an engine, accompanied by a singular bright light which seemed like a firefly's glow, appeared to he approaching. You took no notice.

The hum of the distant engine grew about as loud as a cat's threatening growl, and the light as that of a strong flashlight. It still didn't catch your notice.

The growl turned into a loud, deafening roar, seemingly at will, vibrating the still air like an earthquake. It caught all of your attention as it drew near at an alarming speed towards the four of you.

The three men shrieked with fright, automatically letting your hands go in the process, and covered their faces with their arms. The growling, glowing thing screeched to a halt inches in front of them, sending the sharp smell of burnt rubber up their noses.

When the four of you looked, there stood a shiny, jet black sports motorcycle, upon which sat a rider. He was helmeted, also dressed in ripped black jeans that hugged his tree trunk-like thighs, a black leather jacket that tightened against his muscular arms and broad shoulders. The flickering white light of the street lamp cast a ghastly, ominous glow over him, making him look like some sort of ghost from an urban legend.

The three men recovered from their shock and opened their mouths to berate this biker for interrupting them, but before they even did, the biker flicked up the dark visor of his helmet and revealed his equally dark, glaring eyes.

“What are you doing with my girlfriend?” asked the biker, enunciating every word, slowly, like he was holding back a dam's amount of rage. His gruff, gravelly, British accented voice was muffled slightly by the balaclava he wore under the helmet, yet every word was heard loud and clear as if they were spoken through a megaphone, and the three men immediately stepped back from you, knowing that messing with another man's girl would have dire consequences.

You didn't know you had a boyfriend. Yet you played along.

“Simon!” You cried as you ran to him, going behind the motorcycle and hiding behind his large body. You decided to name him whatever came to mind first.

He sat up straight on his motorcycle to keep you hidden from them as he balanced on the sleek vehicle which rumbled like a distant thunder between his legs. He glared at the three men. “Well?” he asked with a growl that very well sounded the same as the roar of his vehicle's engine.

They simply backed off without a word, knowing they wouldn't win. The mysterious motorcyclist who you named ‘Simon’, stayed until the three men were out of sight while you still stood behind him, watching them leave.

“You okay?” he finally asked you when the coast was clear, now turning his dark eyes over his shoulder, where you were standing.

You let out an exhale you didn't know you were holding. “I'm fine,” You replied with some effort, massaging your aching wrists.

He paused before replying; he could clearly see that you were rattled by the experience, considering how your eyes still looked apprehensive like that of a hunted rabbit’s. His eyes flickered to your wrists, and he looked back at you. “Did they hurt you?” he asked softly.

“They just held me tight. I mean, my arms.” You exhaled again, the ache in your wrists easing slightly. Words still seemed to fail you, but they now flowed out a little easier.

He seemed slightly taken aback by how nonchalantly you said this, like it was a common thing. “Bastards.” he growled in his very distinct accent, clearly not the posh British accent you knew. “This place isn't safe. What were you loitering around here for?” he asked, now holding the handles of his motorcycle as he leaned back and moved his legs, moving the motorcycle backwards so that it was now back on the street.

You moved away to give him space, and then replied, “A friend of mine lives here. There was a party at her place.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he now leaned forward to cross his arms on the tank of his vehicle. “Do you want to get out of here safely without getting hounded by blokes like those?” he asked.

“Yes!” you answered immediately. Somehow, you felt like you could trust this man somewhat, especially after he saved you and enquired about your wellbeing after that ordeal.

He leaned back slightly and patted the pillion behind him. “Get on. I'll be your taxi tonight.”

You blinked. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you too much.”

“Look here, lass,” he started, leaning forward again, “I don't know if you know, but besides those cunts, there are muggers here too. And they all wake up at night. If you want to get out of here safely and not be a news report tomorrow, then get on." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, "I'll take you wherever you need to go.”

You were surprised by his straightforwardness, yet it somehow seemed apt for a man with a gruff voice and a fearless attitude. Not another word more, you climbed up on the pillion of his motorcycle with some stumbling, but the man was patient, and leaned his motorcycle to the side to lower it slightly, so you could get on easier. As you were doing this, you couldn't help but notice the musky, earthy smell of his perfume, which reminded you of wet soil, rain, and dark chocolate; a positively divine scent.

“What's your name?” You asked as soon as you were comfortably settled on the seat.

There was a moment's pause before he answered, “Simon,” with an almost careful tone, as if he wanted to see your reaction.

As he expected, your eyes were wide with surprise. It melted away slightly as you thought he was just playing around with you. "Come on, that's the name I called you by earlier. What's your actual name?"

"It's Simon." he insisted.

You blinked yet again. "What a coincidence," You said laughingly, "I could've never imagined getting your name right on accident."

“I confess, you surprised me there.” His voice trailed off at the end, as if he wanted to say something cheesy, but he stopped himself, remembering that you were a stranger and not his friend. He leaned back again, yet again moving his motorcycle backwards.

You instinctively took hold of his shoulder to keep yourself steady as he moved. You tried to ignore it, but you noted how broad and rugged his shoulders were.

“So, where d'you wanna go?” he asked, taking hold of the handles and twisting the accelerator, making the motorcycle growl.

You told him your destination.

“Not too far. Two minutes if I go at 150.” he said, as if 150 kmph was slow for him. But he looked at you over his shoulder, “You okay going fast?”

“I've never gone fast before.”

He figured. "Wanna get a feel of it?"

"Sure, I've not nothing to lose... except my life, if you don't drive safely."

He chuckled, and it sounded oddly cute, unlike his gruff voice. "Just trust me, lass. I'm not gonna turn you into a news report."

"Well, you saved my life just there, I expect you to preserve it." You said with a chuckle. It felt strange that you already seemed comfortable enough with him to joke around.

"Nothing to worry about," he assured as he turned forward and revved the engines again. “You'll fly off, so hold on to me tight.” He said with emphasis.

“Gotcha.”

He got the wheels running, and started slow. The breeze kissed your face and your hair, and in the cool night, it felt freeing. He twisted the accelerator, going a notch faster. The breeze blew against you like a blow dryer, and you squinted your eyes slightly in order to see the quickly passing landscape of buildings, 24 hour convenience stores, and lighted street lamps.

He gradually increased the speed so you would not freak out, an oddly considerate thing he did for a complete stranger, something he would not usually ever do.

As the dial of the speedometer passed the 80s and crossed to the 100s, the breeze, now a gust, started to mercilessly slap your face, not allowing you to open your watering eyes. By this time, you had your arms around his waist and your face stuffed in and hidden behind his large back, holding on to him for dear life, while the smell of his perfume consoled your fears.

He rode on, completely unfazed by this speed, but a little stiff at the fact that a person, a woman, particularly, was holding on to him. It was out of necessity, of course, yet he couldn't help but feel a little strange about it.

As predicted, in two minutes, he reached your destination, which was thankfully a busy area with people still bustling around the open shops like it was daytime. He halted to a stop where you asked, and you took hold of his shoulder again as you mounted off the high pillion seat.

“Thanks a lot, Simon,” You smiled at him. You took notice of the logo on his helmet that carried the Italian flag in a semi-circle; it seemed to stand out over the glossy black shell of the headgear.

He pushed up his dark visor, and the flag was obscured. He nodded in response as his eyes studied your face, taking in the contours of your features all in a brief moment. "How did the speed feel?" he asked.

"Exhilarating," You replied, feeling your heart thumping wildly.

"In a good way?"

"I guess. It was kind of scary, but I liked it."

He nodded, and in his eyes, you could see that he looked a little pleased by your answer.

“I know it's not much but…” You paused, putting your hand in the pocket of your jacket, causing the contents to ruffle against each other. You pulled out a small, hard red candy wrapped in clear plastic and handed it to him. “... This is a little something for you for helping me out.”

He stared at the little candy on the palm of your hand, almost ready to refuse it out of modesty. But it was just a little candy. Who could it hurt? His fair hand reached out and took the candy, and both of you noted how tiny the sweet treat looked on his palm. He could crush it with his bare hands if he wanted to. Yet, he held it gently and stashed it in the pocket of his leather jacket, murmuring a word of gratitude that was barely audible under the two layers of his balaclava and his helmet.

“Well, you take care. And don't hang around in sketchy places like that next time,” he said, as if you were his friend of many years.

You were warmed by his concern for you, and you smiled, nodding. “After that, I don't think I'll hang around there at this time anymore. I'm sure as hell gonna stay over at my friend's place if I'm there till late.”

“Excellent choice,” he remarked. “I'll be off now.”

“Take care.” You smiled at him again, and his eye lingered on you a moment longer before he turned his head away.

He silently revved the engine of his vehicle again and sped off. You stood by the side of the road, watching his figure recede as the distance grew.

A sense of longing washed over you for this stranger named Simon, and you wondered if you would ever see him again. It was a strange coincidence that you unknowingly guessed his name so correctly, like unknowingly marking the right choice in a multiple choice exam.

It all came back to you now. The feeling of his rugged shoulder and back under the smooth leather of his jacket; the coarse, gravelly growl of his British accented voice that felt like rubbing coffee powder between your fingers, rough yet pleasing; the scent of his perfume like that of a dark, wet, rainforest; and his eyes… oh, his dark eyes were brooding and mysterious. Under the shade of his helmet, they seemed like swirling little black holes, the gravity around them dense enough to draw you in like a helpless star.

A shiver passed down your spine as you thought of him, making your cheeks flush with warmth as a distant look reflected in your pining eyes.

You started your walk back home, thoughts filled to the brim, flooding like a tidal wave with this biker. You were left knowing nothing about him, except for his name:

Simon.

End.

Part 2

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lynaferns · 2 years ago

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FNAF Steampunk AU

That I never finished because I couldn't figure out what was going to be the story and character dynamics, and the role of each character, and yeah… I also spend many days writing, rewriting and changing thing, I didn't even get to finish the first draft and I got artblock.

I think my problem in the first place was that I wanted to make this AU stick to canon. A mistake, I know lmao. Later I thought of just making up most of the things but having to rewrite what I had already done dismotivated me.

So I thought of at least showing this character height chart I made a year ago. And maybe, idk, some of the wips that I never finished.

Maybe some notes and interactions I wrote under a cut.

If you ever want to ask me about what I had planned for this AU go ahead! Some main things about this story are:

All of the events of the story happens in a week (or so).

Gregory acts a little more scared than what is shown in the game.

DCAs arms can stretch up to 100 ft (30 m). He bends them to write or make shapes in the air.

Sun has some nowlege in animatronic repairs and maintenance due to being abandonent, having to repair himself.

Vanessa/Vanny have a biger role than in the game.

Burntrap also apeared more.

All animatronics are equiped with dart guns (for safety!). There are some places that require to leave the dart guns behind to continu.

Pizza is scuare (this is not important, I just felt like adding it).

Also, first idea and some doodles.

Edit: Now Cassie is in the AU

Gregory gets to escape to the locker rooms leaving Chica behind him. While searching for an exit Gregory gets surprised by Sun who was searching for him, and out of fright takes out the camera and flashes his bad eye damaging him for a few seconds.

Sun- "you were carring an object capable of blinding animatronics with you and you didn't use it against Chica to escape?!"

Gregory- "I didn't remember! I was more focused on running than taking a camera out of my pocket!"

Sun-pointing at himself with his hands- "And you had to remember when you saw ME?!"

Monty grabs Moon by the neck and throws him like a stick doing a spinning motion on the air, Roxy chases after him. She comes back carrying Moon with her mouth.

Freddy has an existential crisis by seeing endos. Moon is there awkwardly watching him. He gives him a pat on the back.

The auxiliary arm of the protective cylinder is broken, Gregory has to repair Sun manually. Trying to put his face plate back the nose falls off and Gregory nervously catches it juggling. They look between each others and the nose.

Sun-"..." "Gregory"

Gregory-"..."

Sun-"come on, say it"

Gregory-"..." "Got your nose~"

Vanessa is explaining something to the group. Moon is behind her copying her movements. The others are trying not to laugh. She notices and throws a flashlight at Moon.

They divide in groups. Moon gets on Monty's backs like a gremlin.

Moon-"go gator boy"

Monty-"I hate you"

One last, this is a whole scene that needs a bit of context. The current team members are Gregory, Freddy, Sun/Moon. They have figured out that the safe mode prevents animatronics from acting weird/hostile (found out the hard way in an encounter with moon and a fuse box). Though Moon seems not to attack Gregory anymore they wanted to test it with the rest of the band and found Chica, some things happened, they left her in her room in sleep mode and went to roxy raceway. This begins when they head to the west arcade to repair the service bot's head and on their way they encounter Chica out of the sleep mode but more normal.

(Forgive my poor writing, this was more of a script)

The four of them stare at each other until one decides to react.

Sun–”HELLLLO” Chica– holding her left arm–”A- Hiii, umm” Freddy– “He-hello Chica! What got you here??” Chica– “I-uh…patrol? I- think?? There… There is a child lost in the pizzaplex and we were, like- told to go find him, remember?” “Actually, wait, why are you out of your room? I thought maintenance put you on lock down- And what is the Daycare attendant doing out of the Daycare? it’s not the end of the hour yet- Oh!”–she just saw Gregory behind Freedys legs–”hey! you got the kid-”–flashback of the garbage compactor–”GET HIM”–she points at him with a dart gun– Sun–gets in the way–”WOAH WOAH WOW easy there!” Freddy–”Chica- wait! It’s ok he’s with us” Chica–”T-that-that kid is a menace! He- we should-HAVE to take him to the officer Vanessa–” Gregory–*gasp * Freddy & Sun– “NO!” Chica–”????wha-?

Freddy– “We must not take him to her.” Chica- “You guys kidding?” “These are literal-plain-instructions that you are- just-” “That kid threw me through the garbage compactor!” Gregory–”You tried to kill me!” Chica–”what?! No! I couldn’t do that, that’s against my programming!” Sun–”Uuumm, about that miss-” Chica–”YOU”–points at Sun with the gun– Sun–”?!” Chica–”You were there too!” “You have been with this kid all this time!” Sun–hands up-”Iwastryingtostophim” Freddy–”Chica, calm down, I know what this looks like but-” Sun–”OHMYGOSHWAITGUYS, she’s not hostile!” Chica–”wha-?” Freddy–”what…?” Gregory–”what??” “She’s literally pointing at us with a gun” Sun–standing next to Chica, pointing at her while looking at Freddy and Gregory–”I just noticed! her behavior changed-!” Chica–redirects the gun to re-target him–”you’re getting too close” Sun–ignores that–”She’s back to normal! That means the safe mode worked, we can use this!”

Chica–”What are you talking about?” Freddy–”You’re right! That’s a relief” “right Gregory?” Gregory–”...Yyyyyeah? I guess, yeah” Chica–”seriously, what do you all mean?” Freddy–”Well, It’s a little long story-” Sun–”And we will explain it to you!” “BUT not now, we are in a rush!” “To repair this bot-head so Gregory can ride the racecar” Chica–”...” “‘you serious?” Sun–”yep!” “Say, Gregory! You still want to ride?” Gregory–”uh-yeah” Sun–”Then let’s go!” “TO THE WEST ARCADE!”–grabs Freddy and Gregory and takes them there–”You can come if you want~!” Chica–”...” “OH- GOLLY, WELL” “I guess I’ll just go with you even though I don’t understand what is happening! And no one is going to give me an explanation!” Freddy–”-I promise that I’ll give you a wide explanation once we are done with all this… But in a more private place”

There are actually a couple more of scenes before this one (and after) but I'm not very confident of showing those (or any actually but I don't want this to be buried in my documents and forgoten because I really want to at least make a decent story)

Also, I know that the canon heights for the animatronics are like 6 ft but I prefered my height variety headcanons. Maaaaaybe they are a little too tall looking at it now that I look at it again but, eh.

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The Furrcinating Adventures of Champion, the Archives Cat | The Magnus Archives Fanfiction | Ch 3/?

Based on @ultramarinaa’s Cat!Martin AU. I was going to post this one tomorrow, but Ultra convinced me of the greater need. So here you go; two chapters in one day!

CONTENT WARNINGS: None

DISCLAIMER: As per usual, this is an unedited first draft that I haven’t proofread. Forgive any typos and roughness around the edges – I tend not to go back over fanfics, as they’re just a bit of fun writing for me. (I am a full-time professional writer, and if I start telling myself I need to edit and proofread my fanfics, it’ll cease being fun for me.)

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Jon managed to unfasten Champion’s paws from his forehead in time to see the door before them open.

Champion, meanwhile, embraced his feline fury. With a courage he didn’t know he possessed, Champion leapt forwards – earning a yelp from Jon as he springboarded off the poor man’s head – hissing and spitting at whoever or whatever was trying to corner them in the tunnels.

A sharp screech of shock from the door had Champion reassessing his attack, and he landed in an inelegant heap on the floor with a loud thud.

“Jesus Christ, Jon…Did you just sic the cat on me?” a familiar voice asked from the doorway.

Jon scrambled for the flashlight, turning it towards the door to reveal their visitor to be no one more threatening than Sasha. “Ah, S-Sasha? Erm, no, he, err…he did that on his own, I assure you. I-I-I think you just gave him a bit of a fright.”

Sasha stepped into the room, though she took care to keep her distance from the pile of fur that was Champion on the floor. She arched an eyebrow, keeping her arms folded tightly around her torso. “Seems like he wasn’t the only one a bit jumpy. Speaking of, Elias sent me. He figured you’d do some loophole jumping regarding Champion having to go into the tunnels, and he’s sent me to fetch you.”

The head archivist collected himself just as Champion did, though only one of them needed to shake themselves to get the dust off.

“Well, you can go back upstairs and tell Elias that I am not to be fetched unless Champion is too! I’m not leaving him down here on his own, Sasha. It’s cruel.” Jon got to his feet, heading over to Champion and picking him up off the floor. He held the cat out at arm’s length towards Sasha, who flinched backwards from the marshmallowy sight. “Look at him. Does he look like a mouser to you? He’ll be traumatised on his own down here!”

Champion – or Martin – did his best to look incredibly un-hunter-like. He most definitely did not want to be relegated to the tunnels for the rest of his feline lives. But something in the air caught Champion’s attention then, ruining his great display of looking as soft and sad as possible. His nose twitched once, twice…What was that? A stranger?

“Get that thing away from me!” Sasha yelped, hopping back and swiping at Jon and Champion. “I’m…I’m allergic, all right? Elias said you’d throw a strop, so he said you could bring Champion back up to the archives too, but he has to stay out of Elias’ office and away from me! And if Elias finds even one mouse in any of the storage rooms, he says he’ll fire Champion officially.”

Jon let his arms relax, moving a dangly ragdoll of a Champion away from Sasha. “You’re allergic?”

Bit late in the day to bring that up, Sasha, Martin thought to himself. Odd too, given Martin had heard Tim mention past cats he’d owned, and it was no secret that Tim and Sasha had a bit of a thing for each other at one point. He’d have thought one of them would have mentioned it if Sasha was allergic.

Martin didn’t have time to develop his conspiracy theory any further, however. Jon had taken the chance to have both out of the tunnels rather swiftly, hoisting Champion over one shoulder like a furry roll of carpet, his bag over the other, then scuttling his way towards the trapdoor.

As they walked by Sasha, though, Martin couldn’t help but sniff at the air a few more times.

Weird. He couldn’t put his paw on quite why, but he was sure something was off about the way Sasha smelled…

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“Back from spelunking in the tunnels, Boss? Oh, and Champion! That’s who I was most worried about, obviously. C’mere, Champ!”

Tim burst into Jon’s office – without knocking, Martin noted, as Tim swept him into his arms. He waited to see if Jon would tell Tim off for that, but seeing him barely arch an eyebrow at the matter sent Champion into a huff.

Oblivious to the double standard that had upset him, Tim snuggled the cat in his arms, scritching the annoyed cat’s ear. “Did you have to protect little Jonny boy from the demons in the tunnels, eh?” Tim rearranged Champion in his grip so that he could hold him out, facing the cat as though in serious conversation. “Or did you find out that the real spooky horror that Jon needed protecting from was himself the whole time?”

“Stop scaring the cat, Tim,” Jon drawled, finally looking up from his work. “What do you want? Other than to harass Champion.”

Both Tim and Champion turned to look at Jon, then back at each other. Wriggling in Tim’s hands, Champion managed to clamber up his arms and across his shoulders, settling himself there instead. Did he spot a hint of annoyance in Jon’s eyes at that? Probably wishful thinking, Martin told himself gently.

Tim smirked, swaggering over to Jon’s desk and dropping himself down on the chair in front of it, keeping Champion balanced expertly on his shoulders. “Just back from my lunch. Figured I’d swing by Martin’s place at lunch instead of after work, y’know, ‘cause…it just doesn’t sit right with me. He wouldn’t just disappear without a word.”

Champion’s ears pricked up at this. Tim had gone to check on him?

He leapt down from Tim’s shoulders and into his lap, miaowing at the top of his lungs and trotting in circles. However, instead of highlighting the point – Yes, Martin is missing, guys, and a random cat showed up, figure it out! – Champion’s theatrics only served to derail the conversation for a moment. Tim tried to calm him down by petting him, chuckling at the cat’s antics. “Oh, yes, see, even Champion is worried! You’d love Martin, Champion. He’d give you the best hugs, honestly, and I bet he’d sneak you way too many saucers of milk.”

“No one should be sneaking Champion saucers of milk,” Jon noted curtly, earning him a shocked look from Champion. “It’s not actually good for cats to drink milk.

Hypocrite! Martin thought, you’ve given me loads of saucers of milk!

“See, that’s why he’d like Martin more,” Tim teased with a grin. “Anyway, back on point – no sign of him. Flat’s locked up, no lights on, and I channelled my inner Sims enough to snoop the windows and letterbox. Junk mail piling up. It’s like he’s gone on holiday and forgot to tell us. Which, you know, isn’t entirely out of character, but…”

“But we really should alert the police at this point.” Jon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Hell, we should have informed them long before now, but Elias has been particularly keen not to involve the Institute in this. If an employee goes missing, the police will want to investigate.”

Tim’s eyes grew wide. “R-right, but…Martin’s missing, soooo…fuck the Institute, tell the police, yeah?”

“In so many words, yes, I think we may have reached that point.”

Champion, still standing on Tim’s lap, looked from Tim to Jon and back again. He’d been a cat for nearly a week now; he’d assumed someone might have informed the police already, but no. No, no, apparently not.

Huffing and puffing out his chest, Champion leapt down from Tim’s lap and stormed off. It was easier to look angry than sad as a cat.

Cats couldn’t cry, after all.

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