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Their Reaction When You Whisper Something Not So Innocent | SKZ OT8

Synopsis:

You whisper something not-so-innocent in their ear, expecting them to get flustered—but some of them give it right back. From blushing messes to smug revenge, how does each of them react when you catch them off guard?

Warnings: Fluff | Teasing | Slightly Suggestive | Humor | GN.Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

- Requests are open

Bang Chan

Smirks when he feels you leaning in, expecting something sweet.

But then you whisper, "I can still feel you on me from last night."

His smirk falters immediately.

Clears his throat and shifts in his seat, suddenly very aware of his surroundings.

Tries to play it cool with a low chuckle, but his ears are already red.

"You're playing a dangerous game, baby."

Pulls you closer, making sure his lips graze your ear.

"Say that again. I dare you."

If you repeat it, he grabs your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

"You're lucky we're in public right now." His voice is lower, rougher.

Looks you up and down, tongue flicking over his bottom lip, like he's processing his life choices.

Murmurs against your skin, "You really know how to distract me, huh?"

Doesn’t let you walk away without some kind of payback.

If you’re in public, he keeps a hand on your waist, gripping it just enough to tease you.

If you're alone, expect him to pin you against the nearest surface, his knee between your legs.

Later, he sends a text that just says, "You're in trouble."

Lee Know

Squints suspiciously when you lean in.

But when you whisper, "I still remember how your hands felt on me."

He blinks once. Then twice.

"Huh?" Like he didn’t hear you, but he definitely did.

Slowly turns his head to stare at you.

Smirk. That damn smirk.

"Say that again, but slower."

When you refuse, he just laughs under his breath.

Pulls you onto his lap out of nowhere.

Murmurs, "You really want to start something right now?"

Taps his fingers on your thigh while pretending to think.

Looks way too calm, but his ears? Red.

Whispering right back, "You're gonna regret that later."

Acts like he's letting it go, but he's not.

Later, when you're alone, he corners you against a wall.

"I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences."

Changbin

Immediately suspicious when you get too close.

"What are you up to?" But lets you whisper anyway.

But when you whisper, "I can still feel your hands on me from last night."

Freezes. Like. Completely.

Ears turn pink in 0.2 seconds.

Clears his throat so aggressively it sounds painful.

Tries to act unbothered but fails miserably.

"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about." Avoids eye contact.

Suddenly decides the gym is the safest place to be.

"You—um—shouldn’t say things like that."

Secretly loves it but is too flustered to function.

Texts you later: "So… about what you said earlier…"

If you bring it up again, he just hides his face in your shoulder.

After he recovers, he plans his revenge.

Whispering something even worse in your ear next time.

Hyunjin

Gasp.

Literal gasp.

Pushes you away just to dramatically hold his chest.

"EXCUSE ME?"

Fake offended but lowkey obsessed.

Covers his face with his hands and groans.

When you whisper, "You left me aching for you last night."

Starts pacing the room like he's in a drama.

Suddenly super shy but also clinging to you.

Buries his face in your neck.

"You just ruined my whole day. I can’t focus anymore."

Later, gets bold. Whispers something even filthier in your ear.

"Now we’re even."

Smug, but avoids eye contact for the next hour.

Still thinking about it at 2AM.

Han

Chokes on air.

"Wait. Wait, what?"

Starts laughing nervously like a man who wasn’t prepared for this moment.

"You can’t just—out of nowhere—WHAT?"

Hides under a blanket.

Peeks out with wide eyes.

When you whisper, "I still remember the way you moaned my name."

Trying so hard not to combust.

Literally grabs his chest like he’s been shot.

"I need a moment. I need therapy."

Pretends to be mad but he’s just overheating.

Eventually whispers something back. But it’s probably dumb.

Texts you later: "Hey… so about earlier… wanna continue that convo?"

Can’t look at you normally for at least a week.

But brings it up randomly when you least expect it.

Seungmin

Seungmin doesn’t react at first. Just stares at you with his usual deadpan face.

"That’s the best you got?" Smug. Too smug.

When you whisper, "I still feel you all over me from last night," he blinks slowly, side-eyes you, and then smirks.

"Oh? That sensitive, are we?"

It backfires immediately.

He leans in closer—way too close.

Whispers right back, "If I left such an impression… maybe I should make it worse next time."

Now you’re the one overheating.

Smirk. Full menace mode activated.

You regret everything.

"What? No comeback? That’s what I thought."

He will not let you live it down. Ever.

Brings it up at the worst times.

Game over. You lost. He wins.

Felix

Blushes instantly.

"W-Wait, what did you just say?"

Ears and neck turn red.

Tries to giggle it off but is lowkey panicking.

When you whisper, "You ruined me last night," he freezes.

Buffering. System failure.

Covers his face with his hands.

"Why would you say that?!" His voice cracks.

Legit needs to sit down.

But then… oh no.

Deep voice Felix activates.

Gets bold out of nowhere.

Whispers right back, "You say that like you didn’t love every second of it."

Now you’re malfunctioning.

He grins like the devil because he knows he got you back.

Jeongin

Biggest fake gasp ever.

"Oh my god, you’re so bold." But he’s smirking.

Acts shocked but is secretly thriving.

When you whisper, "I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands all over me," he raises an eyebrow, way too smug.

"Huh. All over, you say?"

Evil smirk unlocks.

Turns the tables immediately.

Leans in and whispers, "If you ask nicely, I’ll do it again."

You’re done. You’re finished.

Laughs when you get flustered.

"What? You started this. Own it."

Suddenly way too confident.

Never lets you live it down.

"So, should I clear my schedule for later or…?"

[traflawgar]

talking in your sleep.

when you accidentally confess while sleep-talking.

includes: law, zoro

TAGS: FLUFF, pre-relationship, gn.reader.

NOTES: this is my first time trying to write something for one piece, be nice to me.

law

You were always a sleep talker. Ever since you were a child, there wasn't one night when you didn't spout nonsense. From intelligible words to downright terrifying things—Bepo still checked for mysterious shadows after the night you rose from the bed and mumbled about something following him—the crew had gotten used to it.

It was that why, after falling asleep on a book during a long night researching with Law, he didn't even flinch when you started mumbling. Not until you said, or he thought you said, his name. It could've been nothing more than random sounds strung together by your sleeping brain, but he found himself putting down the book and straining his ears anyway.

The silence stretched. You nuzzled into the book you had been reading. A soft sigh left your lips. Law leaned in closer.

"...ove you, Law... I love you."

Time slowed. His heart stopped, then resumed its beating full force. A lazy smile appeared on his face. He allowed himself to sink into the pure, deep love he felt for you.

"I won't say it back," he started, hand reaching to stroke your cheek. "Not until you're awake. Just you wait."

zoro

Zoro had long ceased to make up excuses to join you when it was your turn to keep watch. A simple "hey" replaced the clumsy "I couldn't sleep" and "You'll probably fall asleep anyways" he used to spout. A mutual understanding that no lies needed to cover up the truth: he liked to spend time with you. Quiet time with you, away from the loud and exuberant nature of the crew.

Eventually, you had started to join him on his rounds as well. Sitting peacefully side by side, sharing a bottle of sake from time to time. Nodding off on his shoulder when your eyelids became too heavy.

Zoro had taken to sitting close enough to you so that, when you eventually fell asleep, he could reposition your head on his solid shoulder and avoid any future neck pain. A gesture he struggled to convince himself was purely out of camaraderie. No ulterior motives, no hidden reasons. He'd do it for anyone on the crew, right?

It took hearing your asleep confession for him to accept that maybe, perhaps, it was possible he did feel something more for you. The moment he heard the soft "Zoro, I love you" come out of your mouth, he froze with the bottle of sake halfway to his lips. He sat like that, so still he could've been a statue, until he felt you cuddle closer to him.

Posture relaxing, he leaned his head into yours and went on keeping watch. Perhaps tomorrow would be more interesting than he had expected.

TRAFLAWGAR 2024

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 1

Love at First Sight [Yandere Forest God x Gn.Reader]

Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!

Tipjar :)

Tw! Dead dove do not Eat! MDNI, NSFW Noncon, oral sex (recieving), Yandere, Implied kidnapping

You go into a newly acquired piece of land to survey it for your job when things start to become strange...

1.7k words

There was something wrong with these woods.

You were used to seeing some kind of anomaly in your field studies. Maybe the deer or rabbit population was too high, or you would find that an invasive species was beating out a more native one. It was never crazy though outside of the normal, exhausting sludge that was conservationist work. You were sent out by the local government to different wildlife reserves, or areas that were undeveloped to do some basic surveying and then come back and give them updates.

This forest wasn’t any different, initially. It was a newer addition to your city’s ownership, sold to them by a smaller, dying rural town. There were talks of what to do with the land, but first you had to be sent down to make sure they wouldn’t violate any regulations or kill off an endangered species. Not that they really cared. After all, your job was to get professionally ignored.

So you went in, camping gear and your truck in tow, and you began to explore.

Again, it was normal at first.

It was an average area. Normal flora and fauna. In fact, it was kinda impressive how well the area seemed to be doing. There was hardly any trash, no signs of destruction, no weird occurrences. It made you feel kinda happy. You went about your days just noting stuff down, humming happily all the while.

It was fine until the staring started. It began with a squirrel or two. They would just sit there, unmoving, unblinking, always just in the corner of your vision. Odd, sure, but maybe they were trying to see if they could get some of your food you always carried with you? Days passed and it escalated to a couple of birds added in, perched on branches and hidden by thick leaves. Then some bunnies, not even eating or twitching their little noses.

You thought you were going crazy, but nothing could prepare you for when the bigger animals started doing the same damn thing. The deer were one thing, already unsettling and strange, but having a bear watch you, still as a stagnate pond, was terrifying. You weren’t sure what to make of it. The only time the oddly behaving creatures would move were when either you’d get too close (in which they’d back off) or when you explored the forest (in which they’d follow after you in some sort of procession). 

You noted it all down of course. You assumed that it might be an illness, or perhaps they were used to humans? But they didn’t look unwell, and from what you understood, this place was rather isolated, so there was no reason for them to approach you this often. You felt a sense of growing unease with each passing day, with each filled page in your field journal. This was getting too weird. The thing of note was obviously the staring, but you figured that it was definitely not in your area of expertise.

That’s why, after weeks of camping and surveying the woods, you decided to get the fuck out of there. 

You packed up your campsite with little fanfare, hundreds of tiny gazes trained on your back. You glanced around as you loaded up a final few things into your truck, and you had only just realized then how many of them there were. The fauna crowded around the clearing you had settled in like a bated audience, and you shuddered. If you weren’t getting paid so much to stake it out here, then you probably would’ve hightailed it much faster.

“Okay… got my keys…” You mumbled and shuffled through your pockets quickly to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. “Should be good to go now.”

“Go where?”

You spun around, nearly jumping out of your skin in shock. Behind you stood a man, imposingly tall with a stony expression and dark skin. You pressed your hand to your now rapidly beating chest as he towered over you with a tilted head.

“Where are you going?” He repeated, and he prompted out a hand that was seemingly carved out of a deep bark to beckon your words out. You were shocked. His hair was seemingly made of vines connecting him to the earthen ground and shifting in unnatural ways.

“Uhhhh, back home?” Was all you could say in a slightly unsure voice. Seriously, you were at a loss for words. You had never seen such a person, and through your stuttering mind, you were able to guess that whatever was wrong with this place was probably his doing.

The man’s eyebrows (which looked as if they had been carved into his face) furrowed slightly. He placed a hand on his chin in contemplation, his dark hollow eyes and pure emerald pupils narrowing slightly.

“But,” he started, and it felt like his words rung over a hundred times in your head, shaking and lumbering through every node of your soft brain tissue. “But I thought you had come to live here,” He mumbled and reached forward to touch your arm. You flinched back on instinct, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Flower…” The man chided softly. His seeking fingers were more insistent this time, and you could not move back quickly enough before he was snatching you up and drawing you close. You cried out softly as you fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed, shivering in contentment. You cringed at the feeling of shifting, wriggling grass and vines.

“Flower, surely you must know that you cannot go,” He sighed while he ran his hands over your scalp. You blinked. Flower… why was he calling you this? You pushed him back slightly, just to look him in the face.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” You asked. It wasn’t just a name thing, but rather to say ‘who do you think you are?’. He hummed in response, and you can see him taking in every little thing about you. Suddenly, he laughed.

“Don’t you think it’s cruel, my flower? You ask my name but I know naught of yours,” He said with affection blooming between every roll of his tongue. Your vision spun, and suddenly your back was pressed against soft earth and damp grass. You gasped and cried out. Before you could even protest, your shirt was ripped open and your pants were pulled down.

“What silly things you wear,” He chuckled and placed kisses along your neck. The feeling was strange, slightly rigid. “Is this what mortals wear nowadays? So revealing,” He murmured and toyed with the shredded fabric. Your eyes were wide, and you tried to wriggle out from under him. He merely grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back, the vines from his hair enveloping you and wrapping around your limbs. You squeaked as your thighs were pulled apart by the coiling greenery, digging into the softer flesh. 

“I must admit,” the man moved back, letting his breath ghost over your parted legs and crotch. “I was rather taken with you from the moment you arrived.” 

The strange man held you down as he buried his rugged face and strangely glowing tongue in your entrance while stroking your privates with grooved, deft fingers. Your back arched, and you desperately tried to break free. Your frantic pleas for release were soon broken by the sounds of your breathy moans, and your voice rang like a bell in the clearing. Each lap of his rugged tongue sent shivers down your spine and had your toes curling. 

“W-what? Stop that! Let me go!”

Your keys were discarded in the grass, and those fucking animals just kept staring. You could see your writhing, pinned form in the reflection of hundreds of deep, black unblinking pools. You felt sick to your stomach, and no amount of fluttering arousal could disguise that.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had company, and you come here looking like that. No, you’re going nowhere, flower.”

It felt like years were passing as he kissed, licked and held your hips in place with a tender firmness that would have you blushing if he was your lover. Or at least a lover you chose. Your begging was drowned out by your own frantic heartbeat and the humiliating squelch of your own pleasure. Never had you faced such cruel adoration, such gentle violence. Any place that had previously shown off exposed skin was kissed in a brief moment of reprieve from the onslaught. Your arms, your calves, your collar bones which had only just peaked out from under the neckline of your shirt.

Your truck, covered in mud, but still rather nice nonetheless, slowly began to be pulled into the ground by the flowers and flora rapidly growing on the vehicle. Your things! You tried to reach for them, but a hand of his reached up and entwined his fingers with yours.

Your screams of both pleasure and fear were carried by the wind, weaving through trees and filling the forest as naturally as the rustle of leaves. He continued to eat you out, and it was like you could feel his words in your head simply from the graze of his palm. It was overwhelming, and with each wave of heat, each tremble of your body, you sank further and further into his hold.

“Oh, look at you, my flower,” He pressed reverent kisses to your naval. “How you shall bloom in my care.”

More pressure, more bitter white flashes dancing across your vision as you keened and cried. Branches rustled around your face, and you wondered when they had even gotten there in the first place. They sprouted from his back and shielded you from the sun and sky. 

“-made for me-”

“-love…”

“Flower…my flower…”

You caught bits and pieces of his voice, nestled in your ears like sticky pollen. It was too much, and all at once you had come undone, spilling over his face with an anguished, strangled noise.

It was hard to think after that. All you could feel, all you could know was that you were being dragged back into those deep, dark, very wrong woods with a loving smile slotted against your lips and flowers in your hair.

[kawowoa]

dress to impress

synopsis : playing dress to impress with jjk men

characters : gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

info : gn.reader, light swearing, sassy gojo n geto, light swearing, pet names used : sweetness, pretty thing, sweetie, loml

a/n : i swear no body can vote right in that game

[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 HYBRID ENHYPEN DURING THEIR RUT . . !

enhypen 0T7 — GENRE : imagines headcanon hybrid au suggestive — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : they're very possessive! but dw none of them force anything — REQUESTED : yes ! ☆ — enha masterlist

HEESEUNG (deer hybrid) :

Heeseung was usually calm, composed, gentle, even. His presence was like a warm blanket, comforting and steady. But when his rut hit, that careful restraint began to crumble, piece by piece, leaving behind a version of him that was raw, primal, and utterly consumed by need.

At first, he tried to act like nothing was different. He busied himself with tasks around the house, his movements sharp and purposeful. His ears, soft and velvety, usually relaxed, were tense, flicking at the slightest sound. His tail, usually swaying lazily behind him, was stiff, the fur bristling slightly. He avoided your gaze, his warm brown eyes darkening whenever you got too close. But you could see the cracks in his resolve. His fingers twitched when your scent lingered in the air, his jaw clenched when you brushed past him. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling with a rhythm that betrayed his inner turmoil.

It wasn’t long before his patience wore thin.

You found him pacing the living room, his hands curled into loose fists, his footsteps heavy against the floor. His ears twitched with agitation, and his tail flicked sharply behind him. When you called his name, he froze, his entire body going rigid. Slowly, he turned to face you, his chest heaving as he struggled to keep himself in check. His pupils were dilated, his usually warm eyes now dark and clouded with something barely restrained.

“You should stay back,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, almost a growl. But despite his words, his body betrayed him. His feet moved toward you of their own accord, his instincts pulling him closer rather than away. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers flexing as if they ached to touch you.

When you stepped closer, testing him, Heeseung inhaled sharply. His ears flattened against his head, and his breathing hitched as he finally gave in, reaching out and pulling you against him. His grip was firm but careful, as if he was still fighting himself. His hands settled on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin slightly, grounding himself in your warmth. His lips brushed against the top of your head, his breath warm and heavy against your hair.

“Too close,” he whispered, but he didn’t let go. His body pressed against yours, his warmth seeping into you. His nose nuzzled into your neck, inhaling deeply, as if your scent was the only thing keeping him sane.

His rut made him restless, desperate for your warmth yet afraid of overwhelming you. Heeseung wasn’t the type to give in easily, but when it came to you, his instincts screamed at him to hold you close, to make you his.

JAY (black jaguar hybrid) :

Jay was a force of nature, a predator with a reputation for unshakable composure. But during his rut, that composure was unraveling, thread by thread, and you were the catalyst.

At first, he tried to keep his distance, his golden eyes tracking your every move with an intensity that made your skin prickle. His tail flicked with agitation, his muscles coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. He paced the room, his claws flexing at his sides, his breathing uneven. Every time you got close, even just brushing past him, his jaw tightened, and a low, almost imperceptible growl rumbled in his chest.

“You’re testing me,” he finally growled, his voice deep and gravelly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes were darker than usual, his pupils blown wide, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled your scent. “Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

You hadn’t meant to provoke him, hadn’t even realized you were, but it didn’t matter. Jay’s restraint was crumbling, and the moment you took a step closer, he snapped.

In an instant, he was on you, his body pressing you back against the nearest surface. His hand slammed into the wall beside your head, the impact making you flinch, while his other hand gripped your waist, his claws digging just enough to remind you of his strength. His breath was hot against your neck, his chest heaving as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

“I should step back,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “But I don’t want to.”

His tail swished behind him, the tip brushing against your leg as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. His body was radiating heat, his muscles taut with tension, and you could feel the barely restrained power in every inch of him. His free hand trailed up your side, his claws leaving faint marks in their wake, and he let out a low, rumbling growl as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re driving me insane,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I can’t think straight when you’re this close.”

His lips crashed against yours, the kiss fierce and demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he deepened it. His hands roamed your body, possessive and desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. The room was filled with the sound of his ragged breathing, the occasional growl that escaped his throat, and the soft, desperate noises you couldn’t hold back.

Jay was always in control, but right now, that control was gone, replaced by something primal and untamed. And you were at the center of it all, caught in the storm of his desire.

JAKE (wolf hybrid) :

Jake was always affectionate, always warm, but during his rut, that warmth turned into something raw, something hungry. It wasn’t just the way he looked at you, though that alone was enough to make your knees weak. His golden eyes burned with an intensity that made your breath catch, like he was barely holding himself back from devouring you whole.

It started subtly, as these things often do. His touches lingered, his fingers brushing against your skin with a possessiveness that sent sparks racing through your veins. He’d lean into you, his chest pressing against your back as he reached for something, his breath warm against your ear. His scent, woodsy, earthy, and utterly intoxicating, wrapped around you like a claim, and you could feel the low rumble in his chest whenever you were near.

“Stay close,” he murmured one evening, his voice thick with need. He pulled you onto the couch, his arms caging you in before you could even think about moving. His body was a furnace, heat radiating from him in waves, and when his hand slid around your waist, you could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was holding himself back.

His wolf was close to the surface, and it was driving him wild. Every time you moved away, even just to grab a glass of water or adjust the blanket, his jaw clenched, his fingers twitched, and his eyes tracked your every movement like a predator. It was only a matter of time before he snapped.

“Where are you going?” His voice was a low growl, rough and edged with frustration.

“Just getting some water—”

Before you could take another step, Jake was behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against him. His chest pressed into your back, his body hard and unyielding, and his nose buried into the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat.

“You smell too good,” he admitted, his voice thick with need, almost a whine. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you tighter against him, and you could feel the way his body trembled with restraint. “It’s not fair.”

His wolf was fighting for control, instincts screaming at him to claim you, to mark you, to make sure everyone knew you were his. His usual sweet, golden retriever demeanor was still there, but it was buried under something darker, something primal. His breath was hot against your skin, his lips brushing against your neck as he spoke.

“Just stay with me,” he pleaded, his voice rough and desperate. His hands slid up your sides, his touch possessive, almost reverent. “Just for a little while.”

And honestly? With the way his body pressed against yours, with the way his voice sent shivers down your spine, you weren’t sure you could resist even if you wanted to. His warmth surrounded you, his scent enveloped you, and the way he held you, like you were the only thing keeping him grounde, made your heart race.

You could feel the tension in him, the way he was barely holding himself back, and it only made you want him more. His lips trailed along your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, and you could hear the low growl building in his chest.

“Jake,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tightened his grip, his body shuddering against yours. “Mine,” he growled, the word rough and possessive, and you knew he wasn’t just talking about the moment. He was claiming you, and you were more than willing to let him.

SUNGHOON (snow leopard hybrid) :

Sunghoon’s usual composure was a thin veneer, and during his rut, it shattered completely. The air around him crackled with tension, his snow leopard instincts clawing at the edges of his control. He tried to keep it together, avoiding your gaze, burying himself in distractions, but it was futile. His tail flicked irritably whenever you were near, his ears twitching at the sound of your voice. Every breath you took, every subtle shift of your body, sent his senses into overdrive.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growled one evening, his voice rough, almost feral. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful, his icy eyes darkening as they locked onto yours.

You blinked, feigning innocence. “I didn’t even do anything.”

“That’s the problem,” he hissed, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. “You just exist, and it’s enough to—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply as he raked a hand through his hair, the strands disheveled and wild. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Before you could respond, he was on you, his hands gripping your waist with a force that bordered on possessive. He backed you against the nearest surface, his body pressing into yours, hot and unyielding. His usual chill was gone, replaced by a searing heat that burned through every inch of your skin.

“You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was a low, guttural growl, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in closer. “Your scent—” He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against the curve of your shoulder, his fingers tightening around you as if he couldn’t bear to let go. “It’s ruining me.”

His tail curled around your leg, pulling you even closer, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. His snow leopard instincts roared in his head, demanding he mark you, claim you, make sure no one else could ever get this close. His lips hovered just above your skin, his breath hitching as he fought the urge to sink his teeth into you.

“I should let you go,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, though his grip never loosened. His forehead pressed against yours, his icy eyes flickering with something dark, something primal. “But I don’t want to.”

His lips crashed into yours, hot and demanding, his kiss a desperate attempt to quell the fire raging inside him. His hands moved to your hips, lifting you effortlessly as he pinned you against the wall, his body grinding into yours with a need that was almost painful. His tail tightened around your leg, anchoring you to him as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, drawing a soft gasp from your throat.

“Mine,” he growled against your mouth, the word a possessive promise. His rut had stripped away every pretense, leaving only raw, unfiltered desire. And in that moment, you were his, completely, utterly, irrevocably his.

SUNOO (fox hybrid) :

Sunoo’s rut was a storm you hadn’t seen coming. His usual playful demeanor had shifted, the teasing glint in his golden eyes now smoldering with something far more intense. He was still himself, still the fox hybrid who loved to laugh and provoke, but there was a raw edge to him now, a hunger that simmered just beneath the surface.

That evening, you were sitting on the couch, trying to focus on the movie playing in the background, but Sunoo’s presence was impossible to ignore. He was draped over you, his chin resting on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. His tail flicked lazily behind him, but the way his fingers traced idle patterns on your arm betrayed his restlessness.

“You smell different,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. His nose brushed against the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply, as if he were trying to memorize your scent. “Sweeter. Like… temptation.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening under his scrutiny. “Is that… bad?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sunoo chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into yours. “Bad?” he repeated, his lips curling into a smirk. “No. It’s intoxicating.” His fingers slid up your arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, before tangling in your hair. He tugged gently, tilting your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him.

His breath was hot against your skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” he whispered, his voice rough with restraint. His tail twitched behind him, betraying his growing impatience.

Before you could respond, his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. His grip was firm, possessive, as if he were afraid you might slip away. His nose trailed down your neck, his lips following in its wake, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses that made your breath hitch.

“Sunoo…” you breathed, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for balance.

“Hmm?” he hummed against your skin, his voice thick with desire. His hands slid up your back, pulling you even closer, until there was no space left between you. His tail wrapped around your leg, anchoring you to him as his lips found yours in a searing kiss.

It wasn’t like the playful pecks he usually gave you. This was deeper, hungrier, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed your body, mapping every curve as if he were trying to memorize you. His touch was electric, setting your nerves on fire with every brush of his fingers.

When he finally pulled back, his golden eyes were dark, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. “I should behave,” he murmured, though the way his hands tightened on your hips said otherwise. His ears twitched, his tail flicking restlessly behind him as he struggled to maintain control.

“But you’re making it impossible,” he growled, his voice rough with need. His lips crashed into yours again, this time more urgent, more desperate. His hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers splaying across your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Sunoo’s rut had unleashed something primal in him, and as he pressed you into the couch, his body covering yours, you realized there was no turning back. The playful fox hybrid was gone, replaced by something wild, something hungry, and you were the only thing that could satisfy him.

JUNGWON (panther hybrid) :

Jungwon’s control was slipping, and it was only a matter of time before it shattered completely. The air between you was thick with tension, charged with something primal, something undeniable. His golden eyes, usually so calm and composed, now burned with an intensity that made your breath hitch. The faint growl in his chest was a warning, a promise, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

When you leaned in, unaware of the storm brewing inside him, his restraint snapped. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firmness that was both commanding and possessive. You froze, his name escaping your lips in a breathless whisper, but he didn’t respond, not with words, at least. His gaze locked onto yours, dark and unyielding, as if he was trying to decide whether to devour you or let you go.

“Jungwon?” you tried again, your voice trembling slightly, but he only pulled you closer, his body pressing against yours in a way that left no room for escape. His tail coiled around your waist, the tip brushing against your side in a slow, deliberate motion that made your heart race.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” His voice was low, almost a growl, each word dripping with a raw, unfiltered need. His thumb brushed over the sensitive skin of your wrist, his touch sending sparks of electricity through you. “Every time you’re near me, it’s like I’m losing my mind.”

His head dipped down, his nose grazing the curve of your neck as he inhaled deeply, his breath hot against your skin. A shiver ran through you, and you could feel the rumble in his chest as he let out a soft, almost feral growl. “Your scent,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, “it’s everywhere. I can’t think. I can’t focus. All I can do is want you.”

His hand slid up your arm, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake, until his fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back just enough for his lips to hover over yours. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with the effort it took to hold himself back. But the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered, like he would do anything to have you, was enough to make your knees weak.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he whispered, his voice rough but laced with a tenderness that made your heart ache. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closing for a moment as if he was trying to regain some semblance of control. But when his gaze met yours again, there was no mistaking the hunger in them, the need that was too strong to ignore.

“But I don’t think I can hold back much longer,” he admitted, his voice barely audible, his lips brushing against yours in a barely-there kiss that left you craving more. His tail tightened around you, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body trembled with the effort to keep himself in check.

“So tell me,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr, “what do you want me to do?”

NIKI (tiger hybrid) :

Ni-ki’s restraint was hanging by a thread. The moment you brushed past him, the air between you seemed to crackle with an electric tension. Your scent, sweet, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible, wrapped around him like a vice, pulling him closer despite his best efforts to resist.

He couldn’t help the low growl that rumbled in his chest, a primal sound that made your breath hitch. His golden eyes darkened, the usually playful glint replaced by something far more intense, far more dangerous. His tail lashed behind him, betraying the turmoil within.

“Ni-ki?” you asked, your voice soft but laced with uncertainty.

He didn’t answer, not at first. Instead, he closed the distance between you in a single, fluid motion, his hands slamming against the wall on either side of your head. The heat radiating from his body was almost unbearable, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts as he leaned in closer.

“You smell…,” he began, his voice rough, almost guttural. His nose brushed against the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply as if he could devour your scent. “Too good. It’s driving me insane.”

You tried to step back, but he was faster. His tail coiled around your thigh, pulling you flush against him. The contact sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was holding himself back with every ounce of willpower he had left.

“Ni-ki, what’s going on?” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He let out a frustrated growl, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “I’ve been trying to stay away, trying to keep control. But you… you’re making it impossible.”

His hands twitched against the wall, his claws unsheathing slightly as he fought to keep them in check. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and desperation. His lips parted, and for a moment, it seemed like he might say something more, but instead, he leaned in again, his forehead resting against yours.

“I was trying to be good,” he admitted, his voice strained. “Trying to wait this out. But then you had to come in here, smelling like that, looking like that…”

His breath hitched, and his grip on the wall tightened, the plaster cracking slightly under the pressure. His tail tightened around your leg, pulling you even closer, until there was no space left between you. His lips hovered just above yours, his warm breath mingling with yours.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me to walk away, and I will. But if you don’t…”

He trailed off, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, a low, possessive growl escaped him, and he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt about his intentions.

Word count : 3650 | serapharua, 2025.

[deprivedreality]

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢?!

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠...?

Word Count: 560

Content: Fluff. Mutual Pining. 3rd year Katsuki Bakugo x gn.reader in support course. Part 2 Part 3 (smau)

The afternoon sun was glaring over UA’s training grounds, the warmth seeping into Katsuki Bakugo’s skin as he finished his cooldown stretches. His muscles ached in a way that felt satisfying—proof of a training session well spent. He rolled his shoulders and glanced toward the entrance of the training ground, his sharp eyes catching sight of someone he didn’t expect.

You.

You were standing a few feet away, fidgeting with a big box in your hands, your usual confident demeanor replaced by nervous energy. He scowled, not out of irritation, but because his chest felt weirdly tight every time you were around. You were a second-year in the support course—brilliant, sharp, and, in his mind, annoyingly distracting.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, voice gruff as always.

You looked up, startled, and quickly adjusted your grip on the box. “Oh! I—I came to drop off the gauntlet you asked for last week.”

Bakugo frowned. “I didn’t ask you for shit. Hatsume was—” He stopped mid-sentence, realizing something. “Wait, you did the adjustments?"

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah. I thought you’d want them done faster, so I, uh… volunteered.”

There was something off about your tone, something hesitant that made him squint at you suspiciously. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not!” you blurted, your voice higher than usual.

His brows furrowed deeper. “Tch, whatever. Just give me the damn thing.”

You stepped closer, holding out his gears, but your hands were trembling slightly. He noticed, of course. He always noticed when it came to you. And before he could stop himself, he said, “Oi, are you nervous or something? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m not nervous!” you insisted, but then, without warning, the words tumbled out of your mouth like a landslide. “Okay, maybe I am, but it’s because I like you. Geez—”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Bakugo froze, the words hitting him like one of his own explosions. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, wide with disbelief. “What?"

You blinked, your own face going pale as the weight of what you just said crashed over you. “Ah! Wait. I mean—”

“What did you just say?” he demanded, stepping closer, his heart pounding in his chest.

Your eyes darted around, searching for an escape route. “Nothing! I said nothing!”

“Bullshit,” Bakugo growled, his voice lower now. “You said you like me. As in, like, like me?”

Your face flushed scarlet. “I… I didn’t mean to say that! Forget I said anything!”

Before he could say another word, you shoved the box into his hands and bolted, sprinting toward the workshop like your life depended on it.

Bakugo stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the neatly done gauntlets in his hands. You liked him. You, the same person he’d been watching from afar for months. The person he’d subtly helped out—gruffly, of course, but helped nonetheless. The person who had a laugh that made his chest feel too tight and a smile that stuck in his mind longer than he cared to admit.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, a rare, uncharacteristic smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You actually like me. Holy shit.”

For the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugo found himself excited to chase something—someone.

And this time, he wasn’t planning to let them run too far.

Part two right here

a/n: i have part two in my drafts

ᓚᘏᗢ @deprivedreality 2024 | all rights reserved.

[beejunos]

UNKNOWN TO ME AND YOU | Alastor x reader

Summary: As Alastor's shadow starts to act strangely, hidden feelings are brought to light.

This wonderful story was written from @lustylita's wonderful idea! The story is completely theirs; I just had the pleasure of putting it into words. Their original post can be found here.

Tags: Alastor x gn.reader, hidden feelings, angst

The last couple of weeks have been very strange to you. 

Well, stranger than the hotel usually was. 

Over the past few weeks, you have helped your best friend, Charlie, with her little passion project. The Hazbin Hotel - your only chance at redemption! 

While you couldn't say that you inherently believed in her dream, you would have been a poor friend if you hadn't tried to help her—emphasis on tried. Growing up within Hell's elite, where someone always handed you everything on gold platters, didn't foster any usable skills that could help run a severely understaffed hotel. The very thought of having to clean your own room had almost immobilised you.

Did you really need to vacuum the walls and the ceilings every week? How did the cleaning staff back at your parents' manor even do it? The manor was huge! 

Thankfully, you had not been forced to clean for long because shortly after Charlie had opened the hotel for business, an unwanted guest had come knocking at the door. Alastor and his somewhat reluctant companies, except for Niffty, who seemed to thrive in the chaos, quickly made themselves at home in the hotel. 

The same night they arrived, you and Vaggie had sat Charlie down in their room and begged the princess not to let the radio demon stay. After all, the tales of his deeds had even reached your family's manor in the Envy ring of Hell. But Charlie had been persistent, saying that maybe by staying in the hotel, she could change his ways. You loved your friend; you really did, but sometimes you wanted to shake some sense into her violently. 

There was nothing you could do about the radio demon and how he just took over many of the work duties you had at the hotel. Waltzing in as if he owned the hotel, he had taken one look at your work and deemed it unsatisfactory. 

"No, no, let me do it, doll!" he would say condescendingly, making rage lick up your spine, "We would want this to be done well for Charlie, now, wouldn't we?" 

You had lost count of all the times you fantasised about grabbing a chair and introducing it to his face. 

He made you feel incompetent, and worst of all, he was right. Most of the work you had done that he had redone was of better quality, more detailed, and better planned. If you had been a weaker demon, you would have given up, apologised to Charlie and gone home to your parents, but so, if the heavens would be your witnesses, you were going to crush that smug little bastard of a sinner! 

And so began your imaginary battle with Alastor about who could be the best executive producer. If you had asked Alastor, he would not have had any clues about what you were doing, only that it finally seemed like you were taking your job seriously. That said, he still did not like you. You were a spoiled little demon brat who had never worked a hard day in your life, and worst of all, you were sloppy with your work. 

But time kept ticking. The days passed, the hotel was filled with new residents, and somehow, you and Alastor were able to work together. Nevertheless, you only managed to do it by never being near each other, which worked wonderfully for you because the man could actually be quite okay when he was silent and on the other side of the room.  

You could have continued to live like this for as long as Alastor decided to live in the hotel. There was just this teeny tiny thing that perplexed you. 

Alastor's shadow liked to be around you. 

It had begun quite innocently with the shadow coming over to you one night when you were sitting in one of the armchairs by the fireplace with yesterday's newspaper in your lap since you had started to do the crossword puzzle on the back of the paper. You had been staring at the same clue for what felt like an hour, and you just couldn't figure it out. Out of nowhere, a shadowy finger had tapped on the clue to get your attention, and when you looked up, two empty holes for eyes had looked back at you with the biggest twisted grin full of teeth you had ever seen. 

"Fuck! Don't do that!" you whispered forcefully, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet that finally had fallen over the hotel lobby. "What do you want?" 

Prepared to be bothered any second now by the radio demon, you got even more confused when the shadow started doing pantomimes. Why in the seven Hells was it swimming across the wall?

You looked on as the shadow began to swim back to you, tapped on the clue and started to swim again.

"Swimming? But it has nothing to do with activities! It is something about effort," you said as the shadow returned to you. Since it could not speak, the shadow just started to nod its head and tapped on the clue again. 

"Is it a word derived from the word swimming?" you asked hesitantly as the shadow continued to nod. 

You turned back to the clue before you—a word for no effort needed and swimming.

"Swimmingly?" you asked the shadow, who gave you an even bigger sinister smile and nodded again before it disappeared up the stairs. Again, you were left in the lobby with only the crackling fire as a company, looking over at the stairs after the strange entity that was Alastor's shadow.

The next couple of weeks just grew more and more strange with every day. Out of nowhere, Alastor's shadow started to just interact with you. It began as innocent waves to you behind Alastors back, and at first, you wouldn't wave back, but when you saw how sad the shadow got if you didn't return its greeting, you started to wave back to it. On a few occasions, Alastor had caught you in the act, which quickly prompted you to swat the air around you as if you were trying to get rid of a fly.

When the waves weren't enough for the shadow, it started to appear around you, helping you in various ways. Once, it even helped you find some important paper you needed for your job that you were convinced Alastor had hidden from you. 

It turned out that Alastor's shadow was much more pleasant company than its physical part, and you often welcomed the shadow's help with your crosswords during the evenings.

However, you were again thrown for a loop when the shadowed behaviour started to change. It began to interact with you even more, seeking you out during the day and staying for long periods at a time, just hanging around you or observing what you were doing. 

One day, it had even brought you a blueberry muffin from the bakery you liked across town. You had no idea how it had even done that. For all you knew, shadows were not physical things and could not interact with the physical world. However, you were promptly proven wrong when Alastor's shadow took your own shadow's hand and pulled you down the hallway to show you the roses that had started to bloom outside of the hotel. 

It was a paradox, a mystery that intrigued you. Alastor's shadow, a creature of darkness, was surprisingly sweet, charming, and, at times, downright romantic. How could such a lovely thing be attached to such a vile being?

It had been like any other day. Alastor's shadow had found you in your office early in the morning, going through all the paperwork that needed to get done that day. In its shadowy hand, it held one blueberry muffin and your favourite coffee mug with a sleepy bear on it, along with the text Bearly Awaken written underneath. 

The coffee had been divine because, somewhere, the shadow had learned to make a cup of coffee exactly how you wanted it.

You continued with your day in the presence of Alastor's shadow, walking together down the corridor, through the lobby, and out the front door as you chatted with the shadow. You had gotten quite good at interpreting its pantomimes and overexaggerated emotions and often found yourself laughing at any antics the shadow pulled. 

It followed you all day as you walked around the city, picking up the materials Charlie needed for her next exercise with the hotel residents. The shadow even helped you pick out the colours for the ribbons and paints. 

At one point, the shadow's long finger had brushed against yours. It had been a cold sensation, almost like being touched by mist, but that had not mattered to you as you blushed before looking away. Missing how the shadow practically folded in on itself when it saw your reaction. 

Was it possible to date a shadow and not the being it was attached to? 

The sun was setting when you and Alastor's shadow got back to the hotel. The lobby was almost empty except for Husk, who was polishing martini glasses by the bar. As soon as he saw the two of you enter the hotel, Husk leapt over the bar and rushed over to you. 

"I don't know where the fuck the two of you have been, but you need to leave now before he finds out that your back," Husk whispered to you as he gripped your arm to turn you around towards the door. 

"And you!" he said towards the shadow, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"  

The shadow made a high-pitched whine as it stepped closer to you. You were about to ask Husk what he had meant when a loud voice boomed inside the hotel.

"Where are you?"

Husk's hand tightened around your arm as he started to pull you towards the door. You followed after him, paralysed by action, as a stone of fear got stuck in your throat. The shadow looked at you, then back at the stairs and then back at you again with anxious eyes. 

Loud steps could be heard from the hallway above the staircase, and Alastor's shadow began to be dragged towards the stairs as if by an invincible force. It desperately dug its claws into the ground, and the shadow let out a wailing scream as it looked at you with big, pleading eyes. 

Alastor was calling his shadow back to him. 

The shadow continued to fight the force of its master's call, leaving deep claw marks on the floor, and, as if a gunshot had been fired at the room, the force wholly let go of the shadow. The shadow rushed back to you, where it clung to your body like a second skin. 

"Get back here, you disgraceful thing!" Alastor could be heard shouting as a massive hand gripped the hallway doorframe and pulled itself forward. It was the hand of Alastor's most demonic form. 

Beside you, Husk had begun to shake as his claws dug into your skin.

"You need to run. Now!" he tried to push you towards the door, but it was too late. From around the corner, Alastor stepped from the dark into the light, but as he stepped forward, he shrank in size. Still, he looked terrifying. 

His eyes were a deep red with volume controllers as irises, hiding any emotions he may have had. His antlers had grown in size, sharp and imposing, making the sinner look almost regal as he sauntered down the stairs. 

"Thank you, Husker." he said, his voice dripping in venom, "I can take over now." 

Husk was about to protest loudly when he disappeared in a puff of red smoke, and you were left alone with the enraged sinner. 

"What do you think you are doing?" Alastor snarled as you started to shake where you were standing. A small whine could be heard beside your neck as the shadow clung closer to you.  

"I don't know..."

"I'm not talking to you!" Alastor's look silenced you but confused you for a second before you saw his eyes drop down to your neck, where the shadow hid. 

"Come back here and stop resisting," Alastor snarled again and stepped towards you. The shadow gave away a low whine as it clung closer to your body, and you realised it didn't want to return. In a fit of temporary insanity, you placed a protective hand over the arms of the shadow around you and stepped away from the sinner.

"No!"  

"What do you mean no? It's my shadow," asked Alastor as he looked back at you in confused rage.

"He doesn't want to be with you anymore," you snapped and turned your nose up. You stepped to the side to walk around the sinner, effectively walking away with his shadow, but as you walked past Alastor, his hand shot out, and he tried to grab your arm. But you were faster; with your other hand, you slept Alastors hand away from you and the shadow.

"Will you stop it! Don't you understand that we want nothing to do with you, so just leave us alone!" 

With determined steps, you started walking over to the staircase to get as far away from the deer demon as possible. However, you didn't get far until you felt the shadow clung even more to you as it let out a pitiful sob. Its head had fallen over your shoulder as it looked up at you with longing eyes—a gaze it shouldn't be giving you since you had just saved it from its cruel master.

"What's the matter?" you asked it as you tried to caress its cheek, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw something that you never thought you would see. 

Without a smile and ears hanging low against his head, Alastor looked at you with the same miserable longing that the shadow looked at you with. And that's when you remember something your mother used to say to you when you were a child, a long time ago. 

Our deepest desires, our most precious wishes and longings, hide in our shadows. Everything we want follows us within our shadows as the weights of our souls.  

You wanted to kick yourself for being so foolish, for not understanding until now. Maybe a small part of you had always known, but it had been easy to ignore in your imaginary rivalry with the sinner. But a shadow never lies. Even the ones who can think and act on their own. They will always mirror their owner's heart's wishes and act upon them when the host won't take charge of getting what they desire. 

"You're in love with me," you whispered. It was not a question but a statement—a statement that seemed to hang in the air for an eternity but not long enough. 

“How? What? When?” you asked, desperate for answers.

Alastor walked hesitantly towards you, looked you deep into your eyes and did something you never thought he would do. He kissed your cheek. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as his warm lips softly touched your cheek, and when he pulled away, you could still feel their presence against your skin. As if you were branded by their sweet touch. 

"Come now," was the last thing he said to his shadow as he walked around you and back up the stairs. Alastor's shadow made a melancholic chirping noise before it let go of you and followed its master.

You were left alone in the big hotel lobby. Wishing that it was your lips Alastor had kissed and not your cheek.

PART 2.

I really hope it lived up to the expectations, but I loved writing it! It got a lot more angsty than I first intended...

[ashtheketchum]

●NSFW AoT Headcanons●

A/N: It's surprising that I've watched Attack on Titan four times and still haven't written anything proper about it. But there's a first time for everything, right?

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, GN.Reader, breeding kink, biting, hickeys, nicknames (baby, brat etc.), public sex, everyone is aged up!

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Eren Yeager (S. 1-3) (his personality not age!):

He would whimper the first time, but always denies it

"I didn't whimper! Shut up!"

Missionary is his favorite position because it allows him to examine your face and body

He's desperate to know how you feel (even though he can usually tell from your expression)

He overlooks hickeys on your neck while making out

Eren Yeager (S. 4):

Big fan of doggy style. If missionary doesn't work or he's not in the mood for it, he wants to take you from behind

Growls softly in your ear or sighs loudly

Most of the time, he holds your hips or waist and constantly pulls you back against him

Instead of just giving hickeys, he also bites your skin, marking you

Your legs go numb after just one round with him

Armin Arlert:

Soft babyboy

He always makes sure you feel comfortable and good before even thinking about his own well-being

Kisses you gently while he penetrates you

Either holds your hands or caresses your sides

Missionary or cowgirl/cowboy works wonders on him!

He usually maintains eye contact with you, especially when you're about to come!

👏Compliments👏over👏and👏over👏again👏

He blushes with every other movement you make

Whimpers during sex or says your name over and over again

Usually hugs you tightly when he comes

Jean Kirschtein (loml):

Acts like a sex pro but is super shy when it comes to it

He's uncomfortable looking you in the eyes at first, but after a few seconds, he can't look away

Big fan of you riding him because he gets such a full view of your body

Gets called horse for a reason, if ykyk

His eyes keep rolling back when he thrusts into you

Moan his name if you want him to go crazy

He's very possessive, so he'll mark you wherever he can (once your entire neck was covered in hickeys)

"God, baby~…! You feel like heaven, what the hell!?" Get used to lines like that

Breeding kink!

Will accommodate any request you have. Be it to slow down or speed up, or to go harder or softer. If you ask him, he'll do it

Levi Ackerman:

Even though he's into cleanliness, he's dirty in bed

Not necessarily the typical kind of dirty (spitting, etc.), but I hope yk what I mean-

Would spank you, pinch you, and bite you

Office sex is the only option with him

Most of the time, he pushes you over his desk and takes you from behind

Pulls your hair hard or covers your mouth

Growls softly in your ear and maybe throws in an insult or two

Kisses you very rarely, sometimes not at all

But he cleans everything up thoroughly when you're done

Sometimes he also wants you to give him a blowjob while he works on documents

Erwin Smith:

Office sex, just like with Levi

Be well stretched, because this man wants to try all kinds of positions with you

Like against the wall, with your legs on his shoulders

Would only have sex with you if you were in a formal relationship

You don't have sex often, but when you do, it's intense and lasts a long time

Always asks you before he even wants to undress you

Moves slowly but hard, usually going in as deep as he can

Sometimes he caresses your cheek when he sees you're really enjoying it

Even though he loves missionary, he also likes to see you on top

Constantly compliments you and tells you how good you make him feel

Porco Galliard (loml pt.2):

Ass Lover

He grabs your ass when he fucks you hard and always has his hand on your lower back when you go somewhere

He also likes to slap it or sometimes kiss it

Is it known that his favorite position is doggy style or reverse cowgirl/cowboy?

Is horny 24/4 and can hardly keep his hands off you

But he remains respectful and doesn't cross any of your boundaries

Sometimes makes teasing comments to make you blush

Sometimes pushes your face into the pillow if you're too loud for him

Bites your shoulder hard when it gets too much for him

Usually likes it fast and hard

[munefille]

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑-

yandere!false angel x gn.reader

cw: gore, death, attempted sa (not by yandere)

2.2k; not proofread bc I believe in myself. based on this imagine.

what were you expecting, venturing this far into the woods at night? there's something stalking you from behind the trees. a terrible beast watches and you are powerless to its mercy. luckily, your prayers are answered; not by god, but by the angel covered in red.

The wind was the first thing you noticed. It was still, not even a breeze licked at your skin, nor a sudden chill digging into your bones. Cold, yes, the cold remained even without the slashing wind. The sun dipped farther and farther below the skyline as you walked, taking with it the last remnants of warmth. You tugged your shawl tighter around your form.

Regret began to seep into you. What were you doing in these dark woods? There could be packs of wolves, or bears, or mountain lions, or another predator searching for a meal out there, you being a prime target. A shudder raced down your spine. As terrifying as the thought of being ripped apart by wild creatures was, you were almost certain it would be worse to be caught by him.

You glanced behind you, into the maw of dark trees and snow covered ground from which you came. Threats of what he promised to do to you should you be found echoed through your mind, motivating you to ignore the weariness in your muscles and push forward.

You chided yourself at your predicament- the huntsman seemed so kind. He promised you a warm bed and a meal for the night while you waited out the snow, mentioning how he understood the difficulty of traveling during the winter months. He made good conversation, although he spoke little of himself. You doubted he would present to be a threat towards you. How wrong you were.

Oh yes, he provided a meal and a bed for you, but neither were out of the kindness of his heart. No, apparently there was an expectation that you were going to service him in some way- to which you promptly refused. It was then that his true nature began to reveal itself. The huntsman grabbed one of his weapons, threatening to get his rightful payment since nothing comes for free. He wasn't going to let you leave otherwise.

You were lucky to have made it out of the door. You booked it, running in whatever direction you were facing, which happened to be the thick, untamed forest. He was searching for you, that much you knew. You could hear the howls of his hunting dogs somewhere behind you, sniffing you out.

Panic was starting to set in. What were you going to do? It was cold, you were running out of stamina, and you had no clue where you were or how long it would take to reach another village. These woods seemed to stretch for hundreds of acres, completely uninhabited by people. It was easy to get lost here you imagined, the tall trees melded into each other at some point. You could be going in one big circle for all you knew.

Besides the clearly psychotic man on your trail, the woods itself concerned you. There was a distinct feeling that said you aren't supposed to be here. As if the trees were going to wrap around your limbs and pull you apart on their own. You knew that was unlikely, but still- something in the back of your mind remained aware of the fact that you were bordering territory that would not welcome you. Maybe it was because you recalled the horror stories of people who entered and never came out- or they returned with not all of them attached.

Another howl cut through the air, snapping you out of your rumination. It was much closer this time. Frighteningly close. Close enough that you wouldn't be able to outrun it from where you were. There was only one other choice- hide. You scanned your surroundings, searching for something that would cover you. There was a small clearing up ahead and woods on both sides of you. The trees were too thin, but there were a couple of fallen ones and an uprooted trunk that created an opening just large enough for you to crawl into and hide behind. It would have to work.

You tucked yourself in, heart hammering frantically in your chest. He was so close now that you could hear his boots crunching against the freshly fallen snow. The chuffs of his dogs resounded in your ears like deafening booms, each one ready to rat you out.

"We could've done this the easy way, you know." The huntsman spoke into the silence, voice dripping with malice. Your heart dropped. Did he know you were nearby?

Your hands covered your mouth, trying to prevent yourself from breathing too loud. You could see him now, he was a couple feet ahead of you in the clearing. A large hunting knife glistened in the moonlight. Heavy realization set in, he was going to kill you.

And there was nothing you could do to stop him.

If you ran, one of his dogs would surely chase after you. You had no weapons to fight him with nor the strength to go against his much more well prepared form. The cold sapped at your energy, making it a chore just to keep yourself alert. The adrenaline helped, but it wouldn't last forever.

You did the only thing you could do. Pray.

You clasped your hands together as you waited, shutting your eyes and mouthing pleas to whoever would answer. Even if you had never been one to pray before, the imminent threat of your mortality was enough to make you chant feverishly for mercy.

And an answer you got.

The huntsman paused, shushing his mutts while sticking his nose up to the sky. Then it happened.

It was almost too quick for you to catch- one minute he was standing in the clearing, the next he was dangling above the trees. A white flash of feathers came down upon him, plucking his form like a mouse caught by a vicious hawk. With a powerful beat of the creature's wings he disappeared out of sight, far above the canopy of the trees. His dogs cried out for their master, but even they retreated into the safety of the brush for fear of being snatched.

One long, haunting death screech pierced the once still air for just a few seconds before abruptly quieting. There was barely any time to process what you saw or what had happened when splatters of red rained down from the sky, staining the white snow like paint on a canvas. Something round and fleshy dropped and landed on the snowy floor with a cracking sound, almost similar to a coconut.

You strained your eyes to see what it was.

A... head.

Not long after the creature swooped back down with the remaining parts of the huntsman, holding his corpse up to its mouth like a cat with a large rat. You shifted ever so slightly from your hidden position where you could get a proper look at it while it seemed distracted.

The scene was horrible, but you couldn't stop the awe that crossed your mind as you gazed at it. Two large, white wings speckled with blood emerged from the pale being's back. So pale it was that it practically blended into the snow.

The more you looked, the more you thought it seemed to appear more humanoid than creature, so reminiscent of the angelic sculptures you would see watching over graveyards. From the great wings, to the long white hair, it was nearly exact to how you would picture heaven's inhabitants to appear. Except, they couldn't capture how overwhelming the presence of it was. Utterly magnetic in a way you couldn't describe, a kind of beauty not defined by humanity.

you've been rescued by an angel.

It came right when you called, in your greatest time of need, like it had already been watching. Like a guardian angel.

Distracted by your realization, you didn't notice eyes locking onto your hiding form.

-

He missed one.

Warm blood trailed down his lips, dripping onto the white ground below. A human thing was hiding in the foliage, behind the broken trees.

He focused back on the body in his grasp. So loud and annoying, parading about his territory, hunting his prey. The deer were already scarce this winter, but the human had scared off the remaining few. Other prey were not as abundant. Humans he did not often approach, but everything was fair game in his domain.

He took a bite of the neck, the flesh tearing apart like filled dough. The metallic taste caused his wings to rustle in delight. He almost forgot the tenderness of human meat, rich with fat and underdeveloped muscles from a life of comfort. As of late, there had been less and less willing to enter the deep woods where he roamed, most likely due to what ends up being leftover of those who do.

His attention is drawn back to the one who tried to hide. Amusing, it hasn't run yet. Maybe it knows that it has no chance if it runs, even in the crowded trees his form is lithe enough to maneuver around the branches much better than the human can. It must've thought that the only viable option is to wait for him to finish and leave. Such a plan might've worked, if he was a much less vigilant predator.

The body is dropped onto the snow with a thud, entrails spilling out of the half eaten man. He was in a good mood, not only was the problematic creature dead but he had just gotten a meal along with it. Maybe he would decide to do something else with the remaining one.

Slowly, he turns his head in the human's direction.

-

The angel is approaching you.

It's now crouched, no longer standing on two legs; instead slinking towards you like a cat. You would be terrified by the sight of this massive creature covered in blood targeting you had you not already made up your mind that is must be your guardian angel.

When it is close enough to reach out to you, it pauses. It cocks its head, temporarily parting the hair covering its face to reveal pale, blanched purple eyes. Its- his- face was decidedly masculine, you thought. The wings on his back are folded close to his form, reducing any drag they could've caused.

Your heart is pumping, but this time not out of fear- no, you're enthralled by this opportunity.

The angel opened his mouth, uttering words that made you freeze.

"Be not afraid."

You think your pulse stopped for a solid moment. The voice was somehow quiet, yet cold and not quite reassuring. It surprised you that he could even speak in the first place. The smell of metallic blood and pine was noticeable. You reach out shakily, just slightly touching his hair. Your fingers meet the white threads, long and thin, like spider webs. The creature flinched in surprise at your boldness, but didn't move away.

The question tumbled out of your mouth before you could regret saying it. "Are you... are you my guardian angel?"

The angel fixed you with an unreadable expression. You thought he was confused for a second, before he stood up to his full height, no longer face to face with your form curled up in the branches. You couldn't help the raw unease that came to you then, he must've been nearly twice your height, taller than any man you had ever seen.

"Angel?" it repeated, looking down at you. "Your angel?"

Your mouth felt dry. The wind started picking up again, gliding through his feathers and into your bones. There were two options being presented to you; either you were right, and this being was an angel, or you were wrong. You didn't want to imagine what was standing before you if you were wrong, especially not after witnessing what became of the huntsman.

He seemed to consider this, staring down at you with strange intensity. His eyes were once again covered by hair, making his expression even more difficult to decipher.

A tense few moments passed before he spoke again. "Would an angel show you mercy? Lead you out of the woods to run back home?"

You nodded your head, still not daring to move. He bends down to pet your head, lips curling up subtly at your reaction.

True to his word, the angel did lead you out of the forest- although you lagged behind significantly and weren't nearly as swift navigating through it. It was a wonder how something so large moved as fast as he did. You were beyond grateful, thanking whatever higher power had listened to you. It was unlikely you would've made it out yourself, even with the huntsman gone. The woods were not friendly to outsiders.

You didn't say a word as you followed, too busy keeping up to ask any more questions. Tiredness overcame you as well now that your survival mode was beginning to wear off, leaving you sluggish and inattentive.

When you reached the treeline outside of the huntsman's cabin, you looked back up at your savior to thank him, only to be met with nothing but the breeze.

"Thank you." You whispered, regardless of whether or not you would be heard. The thought of your experience being a trauma induced hallucination crossed your mind, one you would consider if it wasn't for the fact that there was a large white feather caught by a tree limb beside you.

It was now almost morning. The sun was preparing to rise over the horizon soon.

You trekked your way back home, unaware of the new pair of eyes following you from the sky.

[finnott]

SLYTHERIN BOYS REACT to your ‘best friend’ flirting with them.

CHARACTERS : Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire — READER : gn.reader — GENRE : fluff ig? kinda funny idk — WARNING : uncomfortableness — REQUESTED : nope.

MATTHEO RIDDLE :

he would immediately realize what's happening and would look so disgusted 😭

he would laugh at them for attempting to flirt with him

your friend made the worst mistake because he would insult them into the ground

he would talk so loudly about how much of a shitty friend they are for trying to flirt with their best friends boyfriend

letting people around them hear it

humiliating your friend so hard

and he would not hesitate to tell you about it in front of your friend

letting your friend watch everything

THEODORE NOTT :

he would give them the nastiest side eye lmaooo

would look so uninterested and would not say a single word to them

he’d just look around for you, and if he didn't see you, he’d get up and look for you, ignoring your friend's attempts to call him back.

he’s wait till you're done having fun to tell you what happened

he doesn't want to ruin your night

Would absolutely send death stares to your friend the rest of the night 

it’ll be weeks after that all happened and he’d still give your ex friend the dirtiest looks

no one holds grudges as much as this man

LORENZO BERKSHIRE :

would be so confused at first lmaoo

would just stare at them like ??

the second he realizing they're trying to flirt with him he’d bust out laughing 😭

he’d literally won't stop laughing at them

you’d come up to him so confused about wtf he was laughing about

and he’d just straight up tell you while still laughing at your friend that's IN FRONT of y'all 😭😭

king of shit talkers tho cause the next day the whole school would find out what happened

and ur ex-friend's reputation would be in the trash

Word count : 266 | finnott, 2024.

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 ⁺ PORK  KATSU  .ᐟ ˬ˚    ───    s.geto x  gn.reader   .  .  .           ╲   in  which  you  cook  for  him  after  hearing  how  awful  spirits  taste.  takes  place  right after his talk with yuki. 

wc. 538. tags.       fluff,  hurt comfort,  geto’s tired,  you’re his relief —    tagging  @pixelcafe-network. art by srkork on twt!

“You’re home!”

He placed his shoes underneath the small metal rack. Sunlight streaked through his windows in wide and thin strips, your silhouette casting its shape into its lines like a painting.

Suguru doesn’t say anything. It’s hard to, with the day he’s had. He never thought that blonde hair and black turtlenecks could come to be such a haunting image. 

Her words lulled Suguru into a dull sense of self; it was practically fate when he didn't even have words of his own, his own argument to defend the rigid morals he spent his life upholding with sticks and straws.

When he emerged from the hallway like he’d stepped out of his own head, he’s almost immediately met with a wooden spoon near his lips. 

His brows raise. He’s too busy brushing his gaze along your features to notice the pork on the spoon. Your cheeks rose with the corners of your lips, the orange blur of the sunset light tracing the curves of your face. He’d never seen you this happy before. 

“What’s this?”

“I cooked you pork katsu.” Your smile softened into a small curve on your lips as you continued to hold out the spoon for him, the other hand hovering below to catch any liquid that would drip.

Suguru slowly leaned forward as his jaw hung, accepting your invitation the way the windows allow light in at certain angles, certain parts of this small house that seemed to hold your joy and his pain.

He chewed slowly, as if carefully considering the food in his mouth. The soft strips of chicken unfolding and splitting inside, and he wondered aloud,

“Why?”

“ … Why what?”

“You don’t usually like to cook … why now?”

You stare off at the window for a moment, letting the light fill your eyes and rest like beanbags at the bottom of your irises. Your hands retract from him slowly, and as liquid does, some drips onto your other hand. 

“You’ve always told me how horrible spirits taste. I feel bad that you have to put them in your mouth all the time … I wanted to help, even if I’m not an excellent cook … I can learn.”

Suguru’s eyes were slow to widen, and perhaps he let light in too when he searched your mellowed expression and found nothing but earnesty.

He took the spoon and placed it down on the counter. His arms scooped you up into a loose embrace, slowly tightening with the intentions of your actions now swelling in the warmth between.

“Geto …”

Your arms fall like paper around him, but he doesn’t mind. 

“I can’t believe I was going to …”

He cannot finish that sentence, under any circumstances. 

“Going to … what?”

But of course, you wonder anyway. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he dismisses it quickly, the thoughts made to maim you. He would no longer allow it. “Not anymore.”

If he was going to kill his parents, you were no exception.

But it’s clear to see that having you here, breathing with your ribs pressed against his was worth every inch of slop and grime that ever grazed his tongue.

[4doras]

EVERYONE ADORES YOU (at least i do) ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

OR down bad boynextdoor ⊹♡

bnd x gn.reader

genre. fluff, est. relationship

wc. 2.0k | 300+ per member

a/n. ive been wanting to post another ot6 bnd fic so… ^_^; also not proof read so please tell me any mistakes!!

౨ৎ SUNGHO

sungho is the type to act calm on the outside, but inside? he’s going insane over how much he loves you. you could just be eating and he’s already staring at you like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, because you are. if you catch him? he’ll try to play it cool. “i wasn’t looking.” but his ears are already turning red, and he’s failing MISERABLY at hiding it.

more under the cut!

you were sitting next to sungho on the floor of the practice room, watching the other members mess around after finishing rehearsals. sungho as scrolling through his phone, trying to act normal, but you could sense him sneaking glances at you every few seconds.

you turned to him with a knowing smirk. “are you okay?” he doesn’t even look up. “…yeah? why?” you narrow your eyes. “you keep staring at me, sung.” he scoffs immediately, sitting up straighter like it's the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “no, I’m not.”

you raise an eyebrow at him. “you sure? if i check the security cameras later, i won’t catch you looking at me like a lovesick fool?” he pauses. you swear you see his ears turn red, but he just clears his throat and shakes his head. “don’t be silly, y/n, —”

“sungho, you’ve been staring at y/n all day.” woonhak agrees. he immediately goes into his defensive mode, waving his hands. ”no, i wasn’t! i was just… zoning out! my eyes happened to be facing y/n‘s direction, that’s all.” you lean in with a teasing grin. ”suuure. just a coincidence, right?” he nods firmly, but the way he’s gripping his phone like it personally betrayed him says otherwise.

“then why are you blushing, hyung?” taesan teases. “i am not!” he says, covering his face with his hoodie sleeve. you poke his side. “just admit it, you’re so in love with me it hurts.” he mutters under his breath: “maybe.

you gasp dramatically, covering your mouth with your hand. “what was that?” he groans, finally giving up and dropping his head onto your shoulder in defeat. “i said maybe! just leave me alone…”

sungho mumbles something unintelligible against your hoodie, but the way he clings onto you just a little tighter tells you everything you need to know.

౨ৎ RIWOO

riwoo tries so hard to act cool, but the second you so much as glance at him, his ears turn red and he has to look away like you just blinded him. he’ll pretend he’s not paying attention, but he’s always stealing glances, listening to every word you say, and noticing every little thing about you. If you compliment him, he’ll go completely silent — not because he doesn’t care, but because he’s too busy processing the fact that you actually said that. he acts unbothered, but the moment you touch him, he freezes like he just got hit by lightning. he denies being down bad with his WHOLE CHEST, but his actions really say otherwise. and even though he’d never admit it, he’d do anything for you; bringing you food when you forget to eat, giving you his hoodie without question, showing up the second you need him, all while acting like it’s no big deal. the moment you walk away? he’s replaying everything in his head. hes hopelessly in love.

you had the worst day ever. everything went wrong, and by the time you get to your house, you’re exhausted and barely holding it together. you plop onto the couch with a sigh. riwoo, who was lying on the floor, minding his own business, glanced up. he noticed immediately: something’s off.

“what’s wrong with you?”* he asks, voice casual, but you can tell he’s actually paying attention. you shake your head. ”just a long day. i’m fine, ri.” riwoo doesn’t respond. he just sits up, staring at you for a moment, then abruptly stands and walks out of the room.

weird.

minutes later, he comes back. in his hands? your favorite snacks. he tosses them onto your lap without even looking at you. ”here.” you blink in surprise. “did you go and buy these?” riwoo shrugs, flopping back onto the floor like it’s no big deal. “i was going out anyway.” but you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. “no you weren’t. you literally had your phone charger plugged in like… two minutes ago.” he pauses “so what? i wanted some air.” you stare at him, trying to fight back a smile. ”you totally did this for me.”

he tried to hide his face with hiss phone, but he had no luck, you already knew he was blushing. you giggle, leaning down to him. “you’re such a cutie, riwoo.”

౨ৎ JAEHYUN

hes so clingy and annoying with you. jaehyun is already so in love with his members, it's even worse with you. he'll do anything and everything for you. you text him about craving something? he's at your door with it. you don't have enough money for something? he already sent double the amount you need. he’s the definition of “if you're happy, i’m happy.”

jae

hi y/nnie

could you bring my lip tint when u come over later?? i left it at yours the last time i was there :(

hello?

jae????

jaehyun??.??

it was odd. jaehyun never left you on read, especially when you asked for something. your lip tint was important, to you, at least. you used it everyday and basically couldn’t leave the house without it, and jaehyun knew this. what had happened to being jaehyuns goddess who he’d do anything for?

you sat on your sofa, awaiting your boyfriend's response when a pattern of knocks came from the door. you opened it up to jaehyun holding your lip tint in one hand and flowers in the other. “i saw a flower shop on the way here.” he said, explaining the random bouquet. “thanks, jae.” you smiled, taking him into your arms. “i thought you weren’t coming.” you mumbled into his ear. “what? why would you doubt me? you know i love you.” he gigged. “you left me on read…” you pouted, holding his face in your hands. you watched as his cheeks grew pink. now that was the jaehyun you knew; helplessly in love with you.

everytime i think about jaehyun, i think about that video sungho posted on weverse for his birthday 😭

౨ৎ TAESAN

taesan would be the type to get completely whipped. he would stare at you all the time without even realizing it, then get flustered if you caught him. he would be the type to reply in literal seconds but pretend he wasn’t waiting for your message. if you ever tease him about how much he loves you, hes trying his best to act all nonchalant like it's nothing.

you were trying to focus on your work, setting your phone on do not disturb so it wouldn’t ring every time, but despite your attempts, your phone would still vibrate. instead of your eyes being glued to your computer screen, it was staring at our phone who wouldn’t stop buzzing against your desk. you finally gave in, needing to stop the constant, and annoying, buzzing.

once you picked up your phone, you realized that it was taesan.

“i miss you” his texts filled up half of your screen. it hadn’t been long since you and taesan were talking. in fact, you two were in the same room.

taesan stop it!! i cant focus with the buzzing

i miss you

we’re literally in the same room

but youre sooo focused on your work

speaking of work, need to FINISH IT

byebyeee im putting down my phone

but saying you needed to finish your work wasn’t an excuse to taesan. he had to take matters into his own hands.

just a minute after putting your phone down, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your shoulders. “seriously, taesan. i have to focus.” you sighed, turning around to meet him with a serious face. “you're focusing on the wrong thing, y/n. you’re supposed to focus on your boyfriend, me!” he pouted, tightening his hold on you. “fine, but only five minutes, okay?” taesan smiled, he knew you’d be together for much more than just five minutes. he knew you couldn’t say no to him.

౨ৎ LEEHAN

leehan’s the type to look at you with heart eyes 24/7 and not even try to hide it, ESPECIALLY since he has doe eyes. you could be doing nothing, and he’d still be staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky. if you ever questioned why he was looking at you like that, he’d just shrug and say it’s “because you’re pretty.” he definitely carries your stuff, and holds doors open for you; all that gentlemanly-boyfriend-behavior. he’s always finding excuses to touch you, whether it be a hand on your waist, or playing with your fingers.

“he’s been brainwashed or something… he's completely obsessed with y/n.” sungho said, glancing at leehan who was staring straight at you, watching as you watched your favourite show. “he’s not even watching the show, he’s watching y/n.”

leehan didn’t care about what the members said, he was proud to be so smitten with you.

ping! your show was interrupted by a notification.

pspspsps y/n, look at leehan

you turned your head to the side and was face to face with leehan who was staring right back at you.

“leehan? are you… okay?” you waved your hand in front of his face, attempting to bring him back from his trance, which was, unbeknown to you, was you yourself.

he blinked a few times before his cheeks started glowing pink — he was clearly flustered.

“what’re you staring at me for?” you raised an eyebrow at him. “you’re so pretty.” he cupped your face in his hands and bought his lips to your, softly kissing you. you didn’t mind the fact that the members were probably watching, and judging. and they were.

“they are so disgusting… kissing in front of everyone.” taesan rolled his eyes.

“its okay taesan, we all know you want a relationship like theirs.” jaehyun giggled, getting a punch to the shoulder as a response.

all i did was tell the truth!! this is actually me and leehan (REAL) 🤓

౨ৎ WOONHAK

woonhak is so obvious about it. but he’s ALWAYS trying to hide how much he’s obsessed with you (but he's not very good at it). the moment you walk into a room, his whole mood shifts — he’s either lighting up like a human golden retriever or getting all shy and giggly for no reason. the members would never let him live it down because he’d literally drop EVERYTHING just to answer your texts. he’s 100% the type to be super clingy but in a playful way. he’d tease you nonstop, but the second you tease him back? he’s stuttering, and hiding his face. you tell him he looks good today? he’s blushing. you call him cute? he’s twirling his hair and kicking his feet.

“woonhak?” you called out for him, though he was nowhere to be seen. “woon?” you got up out of your seat and stuck your head out of the door. then you saw him, peacefully sleeping on the couch. you giggled at the sight — his hair was ruffled, his long limbs were slowly falling off the side of the couch, and his phone was laying on his stomach.

you walked to your boyfriend, shaking him to wake him up. “woonhak… wake up.” you laughed at his struggle to fully open his eyes. “hmm?” you brushed his hair out of his eyes. “sorry, i fell asleep.” he apologised, followed by a yawn. “you look cute.” you gave him a peck on the cheek, getting you a shocked woonhak in response. “seriously, you have to stop doing that without telling me…” despite woonhak covering his face with a pillow, you could tell he was blushing. “are you blushing?” you asked, even though you were sure he was. “i’m not!” he muffled, pillow still on his face.

you took him into your arms, aggressively kissing his head as he tried to fight it. “i know you like it, woonhak, it’s okay.” you patted him on the head, still holding him in your arms. “whatever…”

[shalscumbunny]

When shalnark gets home after chimaera ant arc he makes reader give him a massage bc he’s got sore little (big omg choke me out) arms

Relaxation session | Shalnark x GN.Reader

Summary: During the Ants arc, Shalnark arrives at your house completely exhausted and fatigued, of course, it is your duty to relieve him.

Pairing: Shalnark X GN.Reader

Warnings: Possible spoiler for the Chimera Ant Arc plot, kidnapped reader, maybe fluff?, at most a small sexual connotation, after that, all is pretty mild.

Author’s note: My goodness, how I crave with those big arms of Shalnark 🥵 I don't think this expression is used in English, but well, in Spanish, we sometimes say "He stayed dry as a log" When someone falls deeply asleep

Sites: AO3

You grumbled and complained as you watched the stain on the table refuse to come out no matter how hard you scrubbed it with the cloth. At this point in your life and after these months of forced cohabitation with Shalnark, you had learned to endure the time.

Obviously, every time he returned from a trip, you continued to beg him to buy you a television, since you sometimes got bored alone in the apartment.

You'd pass the time cleaning, tidying up, or circling things you wanted in magazines, even though you knew he stole them.

Lost in scrubbing the stain, you didn't hear the door. You only realized Shalnark was there when you felt his weight on your back, his face in your hair, and his arms around you.

Something was different. He felt heavier, and his arms were unusually gentle. His hugs were usually strong, sometimes even a little rough, but now they were soft and weak.

"Shalnark! You startled me!" You said, looking up at him with wide eyes

"I was hoping for a warmer welcome" He replied, but his voice lacked its usual enthusiasm.

You could tell he was exhausted. Setting down the cleaning supplies, you studied him closely.

"Are you alright? You look terrible" It was unusual for you to worry about him like this.

"I'm fine" He said, managing a weak smile "I'm going to take a bath”

You remained still, not knowing quite what to say or do. For the next hour, you stayed in the living room, listening to the shower and Shalnark's groans of pain.

After the shower turned off, you saw him come out limping and go into the bedroom. You sighed, rolling your eyes and walked to the kitchen, prepared a chamomile infusion, and went to the bedroom with the cup.

When you arrived, you found him in the clothes he usually wore around the apartment, sitting by the window, completely lost in thought.

"Hey" You approached him, sitting down beside him, offering him the cup of chamomile "This will help you relax"

Somewhat surprised, he smiled and began to drink the chamomile as you watched him silently. You took a deep breath and walked to the nightstand, taking out a cream.

"Could you take off your shirt?" You asked, moving on your knees on the bed until you were behind him.

Shalnark sighed and obeyed. As he took off his shirt, he let out small groans of pain, revealing his very tense body, especially his arms.

You rolled your eyes, beginning to massage his back first. You couldn't help but blush at how incredibly muscular he was, but you chose to ignore that. You listened to his groans and moans of fatigue and pain as you massaged him, but after about fifteen minutes, you saw how that part of his body thankfully relaxed.

After that, you started to massage his arms which were harder and sorer, making him gasp and close his eyes in pain. You nibble your lip, looking at his arms. They were quite muscular, they looked good... you really liked them, you couldn't help but think about the times when those arms carried you or trapped you against the wall.

They felt hot as always, hot like when they hugged your waist while you were sleeping or when they trapped your legs while he was inside you.

You spent a good amount of time massaging Shalnark's arms, until you saw him more relaxed.

"Better...?" you asked, wiping the sweat from your forehead with your arm.

"I didn't know you were good at massages too” Shalnark said mockingly.

You sighed annoyed and helped him put his shirt back on.

"You should sleep" You advised, watching him stand up.

Shalnark didn't answer, he just hugged you, nuzzling his face into your neck like a puppy seeking warmth.

"I like having someone who waits for me at home..." He whispered, kissing your neck "I can't imagine life without you..."

You couldn't help but blush at his comment, nibbling your lower lip and rubbing his back with the palm of your hand.

"Nonsense..." you murmured.

Shalnark couldn't help but smile and kiss your lips tenderly.

"You're so sweet and grumpy at the same time, don't worry, when I'm better I'll give you what you like”

You blushed, annoyed, watching him throw himself on the bed and cover himself with the sheets, looking at you with a mischievous and somewhat flirtatious smile.

"You're very bad at hiding things, do you think I didn't see those blushes while you were massaging my arms?" Shalnark said with a yawn, a few seconds he fell asleep, as dry and hard as a log, snoring softly.

"Idiot..." you murmured, arranging and stroking his blond hair carefully.

Thank you for reading this shit 🤍

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 3

Secret Collection [Yandere M. Hairdresser x Gn.Reader]

Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!

Not my favorite and already way behind 😭Sorry for being gone for like, a week. I got kinda sick and then had to scramble to keep up with my new classes. I should be good for now, and I'll try to work through my asks and more of the yantober prompts for now.

Tipjar :)

Tw! Dead dove Do not Eat! MDNI! Stalking, non consensual photography, implied kidnapping, he's really weird, nsfw themes

Your hair stylist is just the best! He always knows how to keep you coming back almost every week...

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Clover knows that what he does isn’t right.

He cuts your hair with diligent practice, every strand memorized with care and sweet tenderness. When your tresses lay by his shifting feet, it takes all within him not to cum on spot. Your scent drives him wild, and he knows that you’re the one for him after you come back a second time.

He collects your hair after he pretends to sweep it up and throw it out, rooting around the dustpan in the back of his storefront like a desperate, mangy animal. He lives just above his small, intimate salon, and he knows that if he can just get you to come up with him, that he can start getting you to fall for him. 

Discount for today only! 75% off hair dyeing, lashes, and nails! Hurry in!

He typed it out and bit his lip as he stared at his screen. There wasn’t any sale going on. Nobody but you was privy to this, of course. Months ago, when Clover first met you, he jumped on the chance to have your phone number. He rambled on and on about how it was standard for most of all his customers to punch it. You could earn points! And exclusive coupons! Of course he was just lying to you. He would just send out a few messages every week or so to try and bait you into coming back. 

Today, he was washing your hair, trying desperately to not whip out his dick and cum all over your sweet, vulnerable face. He ran his hands through your hair, massaging in shampoo and sneakily putting every stray strand of hair that caught on his fingers on a stray napkin. For later, he promises himself with a barely restrained smirk.

“[Name]...” He called softly, watching with affection as your face crinkled before you stared up at him. A shiver ran down his spine. Fuck. If he could have your eyes on him like that at all times, he could die a happy man. He finished up rinsing you off, humming under your attention. “I’m trying to earn my masseuse license… I’m thinking of expanding the services I offer,” He explained while he moved you to a sitting position and placed a towel at your neck. You blinked up at him curiously.

Yes. Just like that. Be lured in by what I can give you.

“More? But Clover,” You laughed, “You already have a lot of things you do here. Plus, it’s only you running this place most of the time,” Your voice was filled with playful ease. He bet that you wouldn’t know what he was doing even if he pressed his throbbing hard on to your lips right the second.

“I have employees, silly,” He teased, flicking a bit of water onto your face. You giggled and wiped it off. On days you had booked him, he would basically clear out his salon of any other customers or employees. He wanted it to just be the two of you, after all.

“Anyways, you know me. I’m always looking to expand my craft,” he hummed and led you over to the vanity chair, pumping up your seat so he was leaning over you jussst right. You couldn’t see the large tent in his pants in the mirror, but he sighed happily. Oh, your neck felt so delicate underneath his fingers. He could feel your pulse thrumming. He would give anything to be able to bottle that sensation and put it up in his little room dedicated to you.

Clover slips a thin paper strip around your neck before draping a cape around you. He’d definitely nick that for later. He has a whole stack of them that he likes to sniff from time to time. He hums a small tune, one he’d seen playing on your phone once, and pulls out his hair tools. With every strand that he collects in his comb, he wets his lips with anticipation. He starts up the blow dryer and watches your lips part and your face scrunch up in mild frustration as the loud noise cuts you off. How cute.

After a moment of him working, massaging his fingers into your scalp with an air of nonchalance, he cuts the offending machine and lets you speak while he trims away at your layers.

“I’m kind of jealous,” you admitted, and he couldn’t help but perk up. “You’re always working to get better, to do more,” your words stroked his ego, and he hoped that you wouldn’t take note of how flushed his face was in the mirror. You finished off with a shrug and a small smile. “I guess I just admire you…”

Clover’s heart jumped in his chest. Oh man… You had no idea. Him admirable? Would you think that still if you saw the room he had dedicated to you?

“Is that a yes to being my guinea pig, then?” He teased and leaned in so his breath fanned over your ear. You blinked for a moment and then relaxed a bit. He tried to not grin. Got you.

“Yeah sure, why not.”

He worked quickly, careful to not mess up your hair as he went along styling it to be just the way you liked. Braiding, blowouts, perms, whatever you requested, he could do it. He knew he was good at what he did, and he knew that with all the discounts he lured you in with couldn’t be beat. He was so excited, practically vibrating with joy. As he finished up, he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Okay! All done! Now just give me a moment to get everything ready for you,” He said and rushed upstairs, every creak of the wood igniting fire into his heart. In his arms was the hair and some objects you had touched. He wondered if you thought on his actions the way he thought about yours. 

Sometimes, he thinks, he wishes you would find out about how much he loves you. He’s not delusional, but by god does he wish he was. That way he could at least pretend that you would be okay with all of this. He quickly organizes the hair in its respective drawer, and the other in neat little rows that he has labeled. Used wax strips, the nail files he’s used on your hands and feet, old combs, were arranged like precious items among other things you left behind. A half empty tube of chap stick, some receipts that he’s analyzed hundreds of times, old, spat out gum. It was all here, but he needed more. He craved more of you.

Clover locked up that room with much effort. Oh how much he wanted you.

He lit candles, set up the table, heated stones, and brought the various oils and lotions he couldn’t wait to see your body slick with. He heard the creaking on the stairs, and he shuddered. 

“Oh, you got impatient, huh?” He comments, and your footsteps stop abruptly, like you were embarrassed to be caught.

“Yeahhhh,” You said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you blushed. He bit his lip, his face hidden by the flickering light. “I just couldn’t stand waiting… you know me.”

He did. He knew you so well. He’s happy the two of you could agree.

“Okay, here’s a robe… Just go behind that curtain over there and then put this on.”

Clover watches with satisfaction while you did as he instructed. You didn’t know, couldn’t know of course, that he had put a camera in the corner. You wouldn’t blame him, right? Not if you didn’t find out. He just couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to get a rare, nude pic of you. After all, he hadn’t been able to get into your home yet.

You slunk out from behind the safety of the partition in that fluffy robe, and he smiled warmly and beckoned you forward. He could practically imagine the amount of new additions he could add to his photo wall. You hopped up onto the table, and he covered you with a sheet. He started a playlist of relaxing music before he rubbed some oil onto his palm before he began kneading the flesh of your legs through the sheet, watching your now relaxed face with an intense gaze. 

Clover loved you. He loved the way you sighed in pleasure as he worked on a particularly stiff knot under your skin. He loved the way you trusted him. He would cherish the robe and the sheet that had touched your pliant form. Everything would be looked after and stored with the utmost care.

Including you.

He smiled, loving and sickeningly sweet as he grabbed a neatly folded, soaked cloth off of the table from its place nestled between decorative flowers. He hovered it over your face as he drank in the sight of your still features. Your nose scrunched, and he bit back the urge to coo. He sighed happily. He wondered if you had caught on that this was the last time you would ever trust him again, that this was the last time you would be anything more than the crowned jewel that he’d been coveting this whole time.

Your eyes fluttered open, his grin stretched wider, and he pressed the cloth down.

[kawowoa]

exes n oh’s

synopsis : texts between you and exbf!toji

character : toji, mentions of megumi

info : gn.reader, slightly annoying reader, swearing, ooc maybe, death threats used as jokes, toji being an asshole but you are too, y’all are still in love i fear, mentions of toji’s new gf (but not for long) , reader is not megumi’s mother

a/n : made this in 30 mins cuz i’ve been thinking of it all day

[serapharua]

HYBRID ENHYPEN reaction to you during your ovulation period . . . !

enhypen 0T7 — GENRE : imagines headcanon hybrid au suggestive fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : tension — REQUESTED : yes <3

HEESEUNG (deer hybrid) :

The moment you walked into the room, Heeseung’s head snapped up, his amber eyes immediately locking onto you. His soft, deer-like ears twitched as he shifted on the couch, his posture subtly tense.

“Hey,” you greeted casually, setting your bag down on the table.

“Hi,” he replied, though his voice came out softer than usual, almost distracted. His gaze lingered on you longer than necessary, as if he was studying every detail of you.

You tilted your head, noticing how his nose flared slightly, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “You okay? You seem… off.”

Heeseung cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away, though his ears flicked back in your direction, betraying his focus. “I’m fine,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

But as you stepped closer, his reaction became more obvious. He shifted uncomfortably, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, and his usually composed demeanor faltered.

“What’s wrong?” you pressed, sitting down next to him.

The proximity seemed to affect him immediately. His shoulders stiffened, and his ears flattened slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his eyes darted toward you, conflicted and a little hazy. “It’s nothing,” he mumbled, though the way he leaned ever so slightly toward you told a different story.

You reached out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, and that’s when it clicked. His ears twitched, and his gaze flickered to your hand before returning to your face, his pupils slightly dilated.

“Heeseung…” you started, piecing it together.

He sighed, his face flushing even more as he avoided your gaze. “It’s your scent,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… stronger than usual.”

Your cheeks heated at his confession, and you couldn’t help but tease, “What, do I smell bad?”

His head shot up, his eyes wide with panic. “No! That’s not it at all.” He hesitated before adding, “It’s… distracting. It’s warm, sweet… just—” He stopped himself, biting his lip as his ears twitched again.

You couldn’t suppress your smile as you scooted closer, watching how his breath hitched at the movement. “So, I’m distracting you?”

Heeseung groaned, leaning back into the couch as if to create some distance, though his body betrayed him by leaning back toward you again. “You don’t understand,” he muttered. “It’s not just distracting. It’s like… I can’t focus on anything else when you’re this close.”

You tilted your head, your smile turning playful. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

His gaze locked onto yours, his deer-like instincts warring with his rational side. Finally, he exhaled a shaky breath and leaned forward, his forehead lightly pressing against yours. “Just… let me stay close,” he whispered, his voice low and laced with vulnerability. “I’ll try not to lose control, but don’t move away, okay?”

You nodded, your heart racing as his fingers brushed yours. His warmth and the subtle way his ears twitched told you that he was holding himself back—barely. For now, being close was enough for him, but the intensity in his gaze made it clear how deeply his instincts were pulling him toward you.

JAY (hawk hybrid) :

Jay was pacing when you entered the room, his tail feathers swishing in subtle agitation. His sharp amber eyes snapped to you immediately, narrowing ever so slightly before softening. You barely had time to drop your bag before he crossed the distance, standing so close that his presence felt overwhelming.

“Uh, Jay?” you asked, blinking at the intensity in his gaze.

He didn’t answer at first, his eyes roaming over you as if he was trying to figure something out. His nostrils flared slightly, and his jaw tensed. Finally, he let out a low breath, his voice coming out in a quiet murmur. “You smell different.”

You froze, caught off guard by his bluntness. “I… what?”

He shook his head as if frustrated with himself, his feathers ruffling slightly behind him. “I can’t explain it, but it’s—” He stopped himself, stepping back briefly before leaning closer again, drawn in despite his obvious attempt to keep some distance. “It’s… driving me crazy.”

You felt your cheeks heat under his intense gaze. “In a bad way?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Jay’s lips twitched into a brief smirk before his usual cool composure faltered again. “No, not bad. Just… distracting.” He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair, his tail feathers flicking restlessly behind him. “You’re messing with my focus.”

You tilted your head, a small grin tugging at your lips. “What, am I too irresistible for you now?”

Jay huffed, though the faint blush creeping up his neck gave him away. “You don’t get it,” he muttered, stepping even closer. The warmth radiating from him was undeniable now, and you could see the faint tension in his shoulders as he fought to keep himself in check. “It’s not just that. It’s like… every instinct in me is telling me to stay close to you.”

“Then stay,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

Jay stilled at your words, his sharp eyes meeting yours with a flicker of vulnerability. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “If I stay, I won’t be able to stop myself from… wanting more.”

His honesty made your heart race, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stepped closer, your hand brushing against his. “Then don’t hold back.”

For a moment, Jay stared at you, his pupils dilated as his instincts clearly took over. He let out a quiet chuckle, the sound a mix of amusement and resignation. “You’re going to be the end of me, you know that?”

But even as he said it, he leaned in, his head dipping toward yours as his hand ghosted over your waist. His touch was hesitant at first, but the way his tail feathers stilled behind him told you he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

JAKE (wolf hybrid) :

Jake’s presence had been unusually heavy all day. Every time you moved, his sharp gaze followed, his golden eyes darkened by something you couldn’t quite name. He’d been lingering closer than usual, the faintest growl rumbling in his chest whenever anyone else approached you.

“Jake, are you okay?” you asked, finally confronting him when his hovering reached its peak.

He was sitting on the couch, but at your words, he straightened, his ears twitching slightly. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though his voice was rougher than usual.

You frowned, stepping closer, and that was all it took for him to tense. His nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated as he stared up at you. “You’re… different today,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rasp.

“What do you mean, different?” you asked, tilting your head.

Jake didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned forward, his nose brushing the air near your shoulder as if he couldn’t help himself. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, and when he opened them, they were clouded with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“It’s your scent,” he admitted, his voice strained. “It’s… stronger. Sweet. Addictive.”

Your cheeks flushed as his words sank in. “Oh,” was all you managed, suddenly hyperaware of his closeness.

Jake groaned, dragging a hand through his hair as his tail swished restlessly behind him. “You don’t understand what it’s doing to me,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “Every instinct is screaming at me to—” He cut himself off, his jaw clenching.

“To what?” you asked softly, stepping even closer.

Jake’s eyes darted to yours, and for a moment, it looked like he was about to pull away. But then something shifted. His hands shot out, grabbing your waist gently but firmly as he pulled you closer. His nose brushed against your neck, and a low, guttural sound escaped him.

“To stay close,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “To protect you. To keep you all to myself.”

You placed a hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours. “Jake, it’s okay,” you said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His ears flicked slightly, and his grip on your waist tightened just enough to make your heart race. “You say that now,” he muttered, his lips curving into a faint, teasing smile despite the tension in his posture. “But don’t blame me if I stick a little too close for the next few days.”

As his head dipped again, his nose brushing softly against your temple, you couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

SUNGHOON (snow leopard hybrid) :

Sunghoon had been unusually quiet all day, though his actions spoke louder than words. His sharp, icy gaze followed you everywhere, his silver-tipped tail flicking restlessly behind him. Anytime you passed by, he’d subtly shift closer, his movements fluid but deliberate, like a predator drawn to something it couldn’t resist.

You were rummaging through a cupboard when you felt his presence behind you—closer than usual. Turning, you found Sunghoon standing just a breath away, his head tilted slightly, his feline ears twitching as his cool, gray eyes locked onto yours.

“Sunghoon?” you asked, your voice soft yet curious.

His pupils dilated slightly, the faintest growl rumbling in his chest before he quickly smoothed his expression. “What?” he said, his voice calm but low, almost as if he were restraining himself.

“You’ve been acting strange,” you said, crossing your arms. “What’s going on?”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment before snapping back to yours. “It’s nothing,” he said, though his voice lacked its usual conviction. But the way his nose flared ever so slightly, like he was catching a scent in the air, betrayed him.

You raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t seem like nothing,” you pressed, stepping closer.

That was when you noticed the subtle hitch in his breath, his tail freezing mid-swish before flicking again. He let out a sigh, his hand brushing the back of his neck as if to steady himself. “It’s… your scent,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost shy.

“My scent?” you repeated, your cheeks flushing.

“It’s stronger,” he continued, his tone a mix of frustration and awe. “It’s… distracting.” His icy eyes softened, though the tension in his posture remained. “Every time I catch it, it’s like I can’t think straight.”

You stepped even closer, and this time, Sunghoon didn’t back away. If anything, he leaned toward you, his sharp features softening as he gazed down at you.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” you teased, your voice light despite the flutter in your chest.

Sunghoon’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk, his tail brushing against your leg as he closed the distance even more. “Because it’s embarrassing,” he muttered, though his voice carried a rare vulnerability.

“Embarrassing?” you echoed with a small laugh. “You’re not exactly subtle, you know.”

His ears flattened slightly, a faint pink dusting his pale cheeks. “Yeah, well, it’s not easy when you smell… like that,” he said, his voice dipping into a husky murmur as his fingers grazed your wrist.

You tilted your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Like what?”

His smirk returned, a little bolder this time, as he leaned in, his nose brushing against your hair. “Like something I can’t stay away from.”

Your breath hitched as his hand found its way to your waist, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the intensity in his gaze. “Then don’t,” you whispered, your words barely audible.

Sunghoon’s smirk softened into a rare, genuine smile as he pulled you closer, his tail curling slightly around your ankle. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to.”

SUNOO (fox hybrid) :

Sunoo had always been affectionate, but today, there was a new intensity in the way he hovered around you. His fox ears twitched every time you moved, and his golden eyes followed your every step, a glint of curiosity and something deeper flickering in them.

You were sitting on the couch, trying to focus on your book, when Sunoo appeared beside you for the fifth time that afternoon. His tail swayed lazily behind him, brushing against your leg as he plopped down far too close.

“Are you okay?” you asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.

He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on you as a soft hum left his lips. “Mmhmm,” he replied, though the way his nose subtly crinkled as if catching a faint scent told you otherwise.

“You’ve been acting… clingier than usual,” you pointed out, closing your book and setting it aside.

Sunoo’s cheeks flushed slightly, though his expression remained playful. “Clingy? Me?” he teased, his voice lilting with faux innocence.

“Yes, you,” you said, leaning closer to study his face.

The second you moved closer, Sunoo’s breath caught, his eyes widening briefly before his signature mischievous grin returned. “Maybe I just missed you,” he said smoothly, though the way his tail twitched gave away his restlessness.

“Missed me? We’ve been together all day,” you said with a laugh.

He leaned in slightly, his nose almost brushing your shoulder as he inhaled softly. His ears flicked back, and his grin softened into something more genuine. “You smell… really nice today,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost shy.

Your cheeks warmed at his unexpected confession. “Sunoo…”

“I can’t help it,” he admitted, his tail swishing faster behind him. “It’s like… every time you’re near, I can’t focus on anything else. You’re driving me crazy.”

His bold words left you momentarily speechless, and he took the opportunity to nudge even closer, his golden eyes locked onto yours. “Is that a bad thing?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze intense.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know… is it?”

Sunoo’s playful grin returned, but this time, it was softer, warmer. “Not at all,” he said, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch lingered, his fingers trailing down to cup your cheek.

His ears twitched slightly, and his tail curled around your leg, drawing you even closer. “Actually,” he added with a sly smile, “I think it’s my favorite thing about today.”

Before you could respond, Sunoo closed the distance, resting his forehead against yours. His scent, a mix of sweet and earthy, enveloped you as he whispered, “So, can you blame me for wanting to stay close?”

You shook your head, your own smile tugging at your lips. “Not at all.”

JUNGWON (panther hybrid) :

Jungwon was usually composed, a perfect balance of quiet strength and calm observation, but today was different. You noticed the subtle changes immediately—the way his golden eyes lingered on you, the quiet hum in his throat whenever you got too far, and the possessive curl of his tail around your leg when you sat together.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you stir something on the stove. His panther ears twitched at every little sound you made, but it was his eyes that betrayed him. They were fixated, intense, like he was tracking your every move.

“You’ve been staring at me for a while now,” you teased, glancing at him over your shoulder.

Jungwon blinked, his tail flicking behind him in slow, deliberate movements. “Can’t help it,” he murmured, his voice soft but with a velvety undertone that made your stomach flip. “You smell… different today.”

“Different?” you asked, raising a brow.

He took a step closer, his footsteps silent, a predator’s grace in every movement. He didn’t answer right away, instead leaning over you, his chest brushing against your back as he inhaled deeply. His nose brushed your neck briefly before he pulled back, a low rumble of approval escaping him.

“Good,” he said simply, his voice barely above a whisper, but the way it lingered made your pulse quicken.

“Jungwon…” you started, only to trail off when you turned and saw the way he was looking at you—soft yet undeniably possessive, as if you were the only thing in his world right now.

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks.

“I should be asking you that,” he replied, his tone teasing but his gaze serious. “You’re… driving me crazy.”

You blinked, surprised by his bluntness. “I am?”

He stepped even closer, his tail brushing against your arm now, his golden eyes locking onto yours. “Yeah,” he admitted, his lips quirking into a small smile. “You smell so good, it’s hard to think straight.”

Your breath hitched as he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested on the counter. He hesitated for a moment, as if debating something, before finally intertwining his fingers with yours.

“It’s not just the scent,” he added, his voice dropping lower. “It’s… everything about you. I just… I want to stay close to you. Is that okay?”

You nodded, your voice caught somewhere in your throat. “Of course.”

Jungwon’s smile softened, and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Good,” he murmured, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. His tail swished lazily behind him, a clear sign of his contentment. “Because I don’t think I could handle being anywhere else right now.”

NIKI (tiger hybrid) :

Niki had been acting strange all day. Not in an obvious way, but you noticed the small shifts—the way his amber eyes tracked your every move, the way his ears twitched in your direction even when he was pretending not to notice you, and especially the way his tail swished behind him with an energy that betrayed his restlessness.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone, when he finally broke. He flopped down next to you, closer than usual, his shoulder brushing yours. His tiger tail looped lazily around your leg, and he leaned back with a dramatic sigh.

“You smell different today,” he said casually, though there was nothing casual about the way his gaze lingered on you.

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Different how?”

He tilted his head, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he considered you. “Good different. Addictive different,” he said with a grin, though his voice held a seriousness that made your cheeks heat.

“Niki,” you said, trying to keep your tone light, “are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” he repeated, his grin widening. “That’s a funny question coming from you when you’re the one driving me insane.”

Before you could respond, he shifted closer, his broad frame towering over you even as he leaned in playfully. His nose brushed against your neck briefly as he inhaled deeply, a low, satisfied rumble escaping his chest.

“You smell too good,” he teased, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. His smile was mischievous, but there was a flicker of something deeper behind it—something wild, untamed. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Doing what on purpose?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly.

“Making it impossible for me to focus,” he said, his tail tightening slightly around your leg as he leaned in closer. “I feel like… I need to keep you close. Like really close.”

You laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I?” he shot back, his sharp grin softening into something more genuine. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing yours before curling around them. “I don’t think you realize what you’re doing to me.”

“Niki—”

“I mean it,” he cut you off, his voice lower now, more serious. “You’re… everything to me. So if I’m a little more touchy today, just… bear with me, okay?”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you nodded, unable to find the right words to respond. His grin returned, softer this time, and he leaned back slightly, his tail still resting firmly around you.

“Good,” he murmured, giving your hand a light squeeze. “Because I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

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