#like…..getting a thorn in their paw

[juniper-clan]

When did the baby get so wise???

Longpaw??? Great intelligence but what??? /pos

[cosmosarcana]

wondering how much of my personality Nettle's adapted as her own

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

a/n: this was a commissioned werewolf piece, it’s 1.2k words long!

Everyone warned you that being out late at night was dangerous, but you never listened… and that would end up costing you in the end.

You had trouble sleeping, and in your earlier years, you despised how long and lonely each night could be… but now that you lived on your own, that changed.

The night was special to you. It was a time where everyone else was asleep and you could really let loose. Some nights you’d listen to music until morning, or maybe binge a show you had been putting off for months.

Though, others you left the safety of your little home and wandered into the woods.

It was well past your usual bedtime when you decided to get some fresh air. You felt cooped up in your room, and even after pacing and trying to find something to do in your house, nothing caught your interest.

You already tried masturbating to help you sleep, but it didn’t work. Now your pussy was wet and aching, and you didn’t even get to cum. There was only one other way to get yourself to rest…

The forest was calling to you, luring you out with the promise of adventure and crisp air that could clear your mind and lull you to sleep.

Usually you wouldn’t mind being up all night, but tomorrow you had to be up early for work. Most days you went in after lunch at the earliest, but one of your coworkers was sick with the flu and asked you to cover his shift.

Although you wanted to decline and sleep in, he had saved your ass a few times already and you owed him.

So, you put on your sneakers and a coat before grabbing a flashlight and leaving the safety of your home.

Everything about the forest felt comfortable and familiar. The crunch of leaves under your feet, the soft sounds of creatures scurrying from tree to tree, and even the wind made your tension ease.

For a while, you felt at peace…

Then, you tended up. Something was watching you from afar, and you could feel someone’s stare burning into the back of your head.

When you turned to see who was there, you didn’t spot anyone. You waved your arm, your flashlight’s beam moving over rocks and trees… before something glinted in a bush about 20 feet away.

It was an animal’s eyes, and whatever it was, you could tell it was huge.

For a moment you gazed on in horror, your eyes wide and hand trembling. The creature met your gaze, and that’s when it stepped forward.

You didn’t even notice you dropped your flashlight until after you were sprinting through the dark forest, tripping over a branch and scrambling to get back up. Thorns scraped your knees and arms, making you cry out in fear.

You could hear it behind you, panting and letting out a low growl. You caught sight of its yellow eyes and sharp fangs.

It looked to be some kind of wolf standing on its hind legs, but you didn’t stop to examine it thoroughly, you were running for your life.

But you weren’t fast enough.

The creature could see in the dark, and you couldn’t. Every time you tripped or stumbled you were slowed down, and eventually it was on top of you.

You cried out as you felt its large claws circle around your arms, pinning you against the ground. It hovered over you, panting from either excitement or fatigue, you couldn’t tell which.

Now that it had you in its grasp, you were able to get a good look at its appearance.

The creature was nearly twice your size, his gray fur bristled and wolf ears twitching as drool dripped from its sharp toothed maw.

All you could do was tremble and cry. This was the end, you hadn’t listened to your loved ones’ advice and now you were looking death in the face.

Hopefully it would be over quickly…

You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your face away from it… but instead of it attacking, you felt something… hard and wet rubbing against your thigh.

For a few seconds you kept your eyes closed, but they shot open when you felt one of its large, paw-like hands roughly grope your clothed cunt as its tail thumped behind it.

It was sniffing you, licking at your neck where your scent was most prominent. His fluffy wolf ears were flicking as he kept pawing at your pussy, as if trying to arouse you so he could smell more of that delicious aroma.

His teeth weren’t used to tear your flesh and eat you alive… instead he bit your shirt and tore it off, his tongue lapping at your bare breasts.

This thing didn’t want to eat you… he wanted to mate! It must have smelled the slick still on your panties and cunt from earlier!

If you played along, maybe you’d get home safely after all!

You could tell the poor thing was struggling by the way he let out pathetic whines as his cock bobbed needily. To help it out, you guided his hands to your breasts.

“Play with these, okay?”

His ears perked up and his tail picked up speed as he groped and kneaded your tits, his yellow eyes following the way they bounced and squished together. While he did that, you pulled down your pants and panties.

Honestly, you were aroused, embarrassingly so. He could smell it, immediately going to bury his face into your cunt the second he caught your scent.

“Th-that’s it-“ you blubbered out. He was inexperienced and rough, but his tongue was so big that it rubbed against your clit every time anyway. It was clear that he was desperate to mate, but couldn’t stop himself from tasting you first.

Before you could cum, he pulled back, his fat cock shoving itself unceremoniously inside of you. Fortunately you were just wet enough so it didn’t break you, but the stretch was painful and uncomfortable.

His hips slapped against yours as he mounted you, his hands gripping your soft flesh so tightly you could hardly bear it. The feeling of his nails digging into your hips hurt… but also added to the pleasure.

He was hitting your gspot, making your pussy clench around him as you had your first orgasm of the night.

The thrusts were going at an animalistic pace, and when your knees gave out he lifted you up and bounced you on his cock.

You felt your belly bulge, he was absolutely huge and was bottoming out inside of you. Suddenly his cock began to expand, and you realized too late that he was knotting you.

Your womb was stuffed full of his cum, and he howled at the full moon as his thick ropes of cum spurted into you, painting your walls white.

The werewolf let out a sigh, his knot keeping you connected to him as he calmed down. He was so relaxed and happy after his orgasm, licking your head affectionately and curling up around you.

It looked like you weren’t going to be able to cover for your coworker tomorrow… not when the werewolf was following you home for round two.

“Don’t wolves mate for life..?” you questioned yourself aloud, looking back at the werewolf as he followed behind you like a loyal puppy.

You’d have to find that out later… all you wanted to do was sleep after that experience.

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[merakiui]

thing.

yandere!skully j. graves x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, fear/paranoia, brief mention and description of dead animals note - "he is there—and there again, but you cannot see him plain, for the shadow lies so darkly on the hill."

There is a bundle of black roses propped against your door. Thirteen of them, devoid of thorns, but the threat is still there—nestled within the petals, a foreboding symbolism.

A stupid Halloween prank, you think, gathering the roses and tossing them out.

Come tomorrow, there is a new bouquet waiting for you. These are white, but they have their thorns. A small card accompanies the gift. There’s a message printed in an old typewriter font: No good?

Like before, you discard these flowers. You have no time for secret admirers or daft nonsense.

So the roses stop blooming at your door, tied up with pretty twine and ribbons. Instead, you receive bones and carcasses. A mouse skull. Deer teeth. A mangled bird, its wings snapped and bent at the joints. A rabbit’s foot, warm and still bleeding, the bone jutting out from severed flesh. The roses, you think, were a preview of what was to come—of what you’d soon be mourning.

These macabre presents are wrapped sincerely, shrouded daintily with frilly cloth. They come with their own set of cards, each one typed just like before. 

I can see you.

Good luck on your exam today. Carry this rabbit’s foot with you and you shall know fortune.

This naughty bird is always cawing outside of your window. It wakes you up, so I silenced it for you. It is most beautiful in death, is it not?

Are you going to bring that friend of yours around again? I don’t quite like the scent they leave on your sheets. :(

So you share these morbid anecdotes with your friends over dinner. They don’t believe you.

“You’ve one persistent dog after you,” one of them remarks, eyeing the pictures with a curious, doubtful eye. “A real rotten mutt.”

“But I don’t have a dog,” you reply.

“Well, something’s coming home to you every night.”

“It’s just me. I live alone.”

“Do you? You sure nothing’s following you? You don’t hear the jingle of a collar? The soft padding of paws on tile, loyally trailing after its owner?”

At the time, you thought these were foolish questions.

“The flowers? Definitely a person,” your logical friend suggests. “The dead stuff? Probably a wild animal. A hawk once dropped a mouse in my yard. It’s normal. Someone’s just making a nasty time out of it, leaving those notes to scare you.”

That sounds reasonable. You choose to believe it even when there are inconsistencies and clues that prove otherwise.

You check the locks on your doors and windows. You consider buying cameras, but maybe that’s misplaced paranoia. No one’s inside your house. No person or thing could possibly get in. You’re not sure what would be worse: a tangible human being with human hair, human eyes, and human teeth, or a thing. A thing with claws and a razored maw. A thing with inhuman strength and the eerie quietness of a phantom, plucked right from your nightmares and dropped in reality.

A human being is tangible. A thing could be anything. It could also be nothing.

“I’m not interesting enough to have a stalker,” you tell your logical friend. “Not special enough or rich enough. Not attractive enough.”

“You don’t have to be,” they tell you. “Sometimes all you need to be is alone and vulnerable. Sometimes all you need to do is exist so that they have something to latch onto—something they can covet no matter what.”

“Do you think they’ll kill me?” you ask next, hesitating around that word. Kill. It’s so final and exact. “If they can do such gruesome things to those animals…”

“Or it could be a dog. Dogs don’t kill their owners. They’re loyal.”

“But it’s not a dog. I don’t even think this thing is domesticated.”

“Then what is it?”

“Something.”

It is something malevolent. It is something malicious. It is something you can’t quite fathom—something you can’t picture in your mind because it is always swapping shapes. One minute it’s a nest of mice dwelling within your walls. The next it’s a shadow creature—a demon or a monster. The next it’s a human with strange proportions, too-long legs and too-long arms and a too-long torso. The next it’s a dog with a long, long snout and very human eyes, with human hands for paws, with a curling smile that reveals gaps in its pointed, bloody maw. It feasts on flesh and hunts little, defenseless songbirds, and it’s after you because it wants something you can’t give it.

What does it want? Is this thing even real? Perhaps the anxiety is making a monster out of nothing.

You twist and turn in the dark, wrapped up in sheets that feel more itchy than they do comforting. You’re cold all over, sweating an ocean in your bed. You think your heart might burst out of your chest at any minute. Every creak and groan of the house unsettles nerves that are already pulled impossibly taut. You gaze into the dark doorway, squinting through shadows that look like they’re waltzing in and out of focus.

Or…

Is the door breathing? Is someone there?

You rub your eyes and relief filters in. There’s nothing.

Or…

Your phone cuts a slice of light through your bedroom. You shine it towards the door from where you cower on your bed. There’s nothing.

Your friend—the unfunny one—texts you then, and the vibration scares you more than your imagination. A text is tangible, easily categorized, and yet it’s the scariest thing you’ve just received at this moment, however ghoulishly playful it may be.

u need a leash for ur dog?

You drop your phone. It illuminates the space beneath your bed for a second before the screen shuts off.

You think you hear someone breathing or a heart beating. It’s yours.

Or…

Swallowing thickly, you reach for your phone. You feel soft, fluffy hair. At first, you think it really is a dog when a warm, wet tongue laves over your palm. But you don’t have a dog, and it’s then when you feel the rest of this…thing. Human ears. Human nose. Human mouth. Human teeth. 

Another text brightens your phone. The screen flickers on.

You peek over the edge of your mattress to find a distinctly human face smiling back at you.

might as well get a collar too yeah?

[littlemissspiraleyes]

An unfamiliar voice wakes me up. “Awwww, what a cute little pet!” it says.

I open my eyes and see two Affini crouching beside me. One of them reaches over and gently scratches the top of my head. I moan and lean into it. Miss Stami’s Class A are still in my system, it seems.

“How could anyone tie such a cutie to a tree like this?” The same voice says, coming from the Affini that’s now scrambling my brain with scritches. “Do you want me to untie you? Do you need to go for a walk?”

The other Affini gasps. “What if she’s been abandoned?” she says. She looks behind me at the pet bed and the empty feeding bowls. “I should call the local Floret Wellness Committee and have her owner domesticated over this!” She sounded really upset.

I give a soft ruff and bat at my collar with my biomodded paws, now useless for everything except looking as cute as possible. The upset Affini’s vines wrap around it, then around my name tag. The two lean in closer to read and I can almost feel their biorhythms pulsing in unison. It’s making me wanna lay down and let them handle it.

They let out a simultaneous “Awwww!” after a few seconds. The now not-upset Affini unclips my leash and picks me up. Excitement fills me. Being picked up by an Affini can only mean good things.

“Aren’t you just the most spoiled puppy?” She says, petting my belly. I bark. “So many Affini wanting to take care of you while your owner’s away, so you decide to let all of them? How greedy~” She smiles, showing her sharp thorn teeth. I look up at her with my biggest, roundest, saddest eyes. I don’t want any funishments. I’m still waking up.

“Well don’t worry, little cutie. We’ll help as well.” she says. I feel the needle slip painlessly in. Then another one. Then another. I’m sure there’s more after that but it’s getting so hard to focus when they both so pretty and their vines are soooo soft.

Dozens of vines from the two of them wrap around me and I realize that I’m not going to get any more sleep tonight.

[xichilie]

UR PHIANON PURDICAMENT WRITING WAS SOOSOSO CUTE 🥰🥰🥰

Would you mayhaps consider making a version where mydei somehow gets turned into one too 🙏😇

NO PRESSURE, LOVE THE FOOD ANYWAYS!!!!!!!

Mydei x (fem) reader

Mydei’s Feline Misfortune

The streets of Amphoreus were alive with movement, a labyrinth of twisting alleys and flickering lanterns casting long shadows against ancient stone walls. The scent of sizzling meats and fresh bread mixed with the salty sea breeze, creating a deceptive sense of peace.

But Mydei had no time for distractions.

His eyes were locked onto a faint purple glow bobbing and weaving through the marketplace—a tiny, mischievous sprite with an all-too-familiar smirk.

Bartholos.

The Spirit Thief.

A thorn in his side.

It had been a simple task—secure an artifact, return it to its rightful owner. But of course, Bartholos had other plans.

The little trickster had snatched it right out of his hands.

And Mydei was not letting it get away.

He darted through the crowd, dodging startled merchants and vaulting over crates, his movements swift and precise. Bartholos giggled—an eerie, echoing sound that sent a shiver down his spine—as it twirled mid-air, effortlessly keeping ahead of him.

“Come back here, you wretched little—”

Bartholos whirled around mid-flight, its glowing eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh, you’re no fun, Mydeimos!” it cooed. “Why don’t we make this more interesting?”

And before Mydei could react—

A flash of purple light engulfed him.

The world tilted. His vision blurred, his body felt strange—

Then, just as suddenly as it happened, the light vanished.

And something was very, very wrong.

The first thing he noticed was how low to the ground he was. The second was the unsettling sensation of fur.

His limbs felt—shorter. His ears twitched. His tail—TAIL?!

Bartholos floated overhead, cackling.

“Oh, now this is delightful! You’re adorable, Mydeimos!”

Mydei hissed.

HE H I S S E D.

His pupils narrowed into thin slits as his ears flattened against his head, golden eyes burning with fury. He tried to lunge at Bartholos, but instead of his usual, imposing form—

A tiny, furious cat leaped at the spirit.

Bartholos dodged effortlessly, giggling all the while. “Now, now! You should be thanking me. You’re much more agile like this!”

Mydei landed awkwardly, his tiny paws slipping slightly on the stone street. He shook himself in absolute outrage.

This could not be happening.

He was Mydeimos.

Prince of Kremnos.

A Chrysos heir.

Not—A CAT.

He was going to kill Bartholos.

As soon as he figured out how to walk properly.

The Spirit Thief cackled, twirling midair just out of reach.

“Oh, Mydeimos, I must say—” Bartholos snickered. “You make a very dashing little feline!”

Mydei’s golden fur bristled as he tried to puff himself up, his tail lashing behind him.

He was going to rip this damn spirit apart.

If only he could—

MOVE PROPERLY.

He lunged. Or at least, he tried to.

What should have been a powerful, warrior’s leap turned into a clumsy pounce, his paws slipping against the stone street. He went skidding forward, his tiny body tumbling in an embarrassing roll before coming to a stop on his back.

The worst part?

Bartholos was wheezing.

The spirit’s entire form flickered wildly, as if it could barely hold itself together from laughter.

“Oh, this is great! I didn’t even have to do anything!”

Mydei growled, flipping himself over and crouching low, ears flattened in pure feline rage.

This body was infuriating.

He tried again, paws scrabbling against the pavement, but every time he attempted a proper sprint, his movements felt awkward, wobbly— his instincts told him to move differently, but his warrior’s mind refused to accept it.

Bartholos, delighted beyond words, twirled in the air once more.

“I’d love to stay and watch you humiliate yourself further, but alas, I have places to be!”

Mydei swiped at him with his tiny claws, but the spirit only giggled, dodging effortlessly.

“Good luck, little prince! Try not to get stepped on!”

And with that, the spirit vanished in a flicker of purple light, leaving only the faint echo of laughter behind.

Mydei stood there, fur bristling, completely and utterly livid.

He had just been turned into a helpless little housecat.

He took a slow breath, his ears twitching in irritation.

Fine.

He’d deal with Bartholos later.

Right now, he needed to find a way to fix this mess.

With that goal in mind, Mydei stalked off, determined—despite his ridiculous new body

Mydei stalked forward—or at least, he tried to.

His tail lashed, his ears twitched in irritation, and every step felt wrong.

Walking on four legs was infuriating. His balance was all over the place, and his once-powerful strides were now tiny, careful steps. A part of him knew he should just embrace the feline instincts taking over his body, but his mind—his warrior’s mind—rejected it outright.

He was Mydeimos. A warrior. A Chrysos heir. Not some delicate little house pet.

And yet—

His paws padded silently against the stone streets of Okhema as he forced himself forward, keeping to the shadows. The last thing he needed was someone spotting him like this.

(If Phainon saw him, he would never live it down.)

He made it halfway down an alley before something caught his attention.

A flicker of movement.

A large metal bucket teetered on the edge of a wooden cart. Someone must’ve left it poorly balanced, because with the slightest gust of wind—

CRASH!

The sound shattered the silence, and Mydei jumped.

Not just a normal startle—no, his entire body reacted instinctively.

His fur puffed up so violently that he looked twice his size. His back arched, claws unsheathed, tail bristled like a bottlebrush—

And worst of all?

He let out a sharp, startled meow.

Silence followed.

Mydei blinked, realization sinking in.

His ears flattened in sheer mortification.

He took a slow breath, forcing his fur to settle.

No one saw that.

He was fine.

With renewed determination (and a bruised ego), Mydei pushed forward.

Navigating the streets of Okhema as a cat was proving to be a nightmare.

Mydei was used to towering over people, not weaving between their legs. Every step was a new hazard—from careless boots nearly crushing his tail to merchants swinging baskets dangerously close to his head.

Still, he pressed on.

But just as he was rounding a corner, the sound of rushing water reached his sensitive ears.

That’s when he saw it.

A small stone bridge overlooked one of Okhema’s canals, where the river ran through the city. A group of children leaned over the edge, giggling and pointing at something.

Mydei paid them no mind. He had bigger concerns.

Until—

Something smacked into his side.

It was a blur—a running child who didn’t see him. Too late for Mydei to react.

His paws slipped on the slick stones.

And then—

SPLASH.

Cold.

The world went silent.

For a moment, he just sank. The weight of his fur dragged him down as water rushed around him, stealing his breath. His limbs flailed, but everything was wrong—he couldn't move the way he used to, couldn't rely on his usual strength—

He was drowning.

That’s when a pair of hands plunged into the water.

He felt warm fingers wrap around him, lifting him out of the river and into the open air.

Coughing. Sputtering. Shivering.

A soft voice, warm and soothing, broke through the haze.

“Oh, you poor thing…”

Y/N.

She held him close, cradling him against her chest. Water dripped from his fur, soaking into her clothes, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Mydei, however, was mortified.

A low, miserable grumble escaped him as he shivered violently, his soaked fur clinging to his body.

Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle hand to his tiny head. “Aww, you must be freezing.”

He bristled. Freezing and humiliated.

Before he could wriggle away, she wrapped him up in her cloak, cocooning him in warmth. The sudden contrast of cold water and her body heat made him still for a moment.

He felt… safe.

“I’ll take care of you,” Y/N murmured softly, rubbing his back to warm him up.

Mydei hated how much he melted into it.

(He was still going to kill that spirit thief when he got his hands on it.)

Y/N carried the drenched cat into her home, her brows furrowed in concern as she carefully shut the door behind her. The poor thing was shivering, and she could feel the slight tremble in its tiny body.

"You're a mess," she murmured, cradling him against her chest as she walked toward the fireplace. "How did you even end up like this?"

Mydei, absolutely humiliated, flattened his ears. He did not want to be handled like some fragile little creature, but at the same time, her warmth was… nice. His soaked fur made everything colder than it should be, and despite himself, he leaned just a little into her hold.

Y/N gently placed him onto a pile of soft blankets near the fire and disappeared for a moment. Mydei let out a long sigh, flicking his tail in frustration. He had been minding his own business, doing his duty as a warrior, and then—that damned spirit thief. He had chased it, and now he was this. Small. Powerless. And worst of all, adorable.

He scowled at the thought.

Just as he thought this wouldn't get any worse

Phainon stepped into the room, shaking off the cold air from outside. "Y/N, I was looking for—"

His words trailed off as his gaze landed on the soaked, grumpy-looking cat curled up in the blankets near the fire.

Silence.

A slow, amused grin spread across his face.

Y/N, who had been rummaging through her cupboards, glanced up. "Oh? Do you know him?"

Phainon barely held back his laughter, crossing his arms as he studied the furious-looking feline. "Oh, I definitely do."

Mydei bristled, his fur fluffing up in absolute rage. His tail lashed behind him, ears pinned back, warning Phainon to keep his mouth shut.

Phainon, of course, did not.

"So, Mydei," Phainon said casually, crouching down beside him. "Rough day?"

Mydei hissed at him, actually hissed, which only made Phainon laugh outright.

"Oh, this is good," Phainon murmured, eyes twinkling with amusement. "I mean, really. Of all things, you got turned into this?"

Mydei growled lowly, narrowing his golden eyes.

Phainon leaned in slightly, grinning. "You know, I always thought you'd make a great house pet. Fierce, protective, a little high-maintenance—"

Swipe.

Mydei's paw shot out, barely missing Phainon's face.

Phainon dodged, still grinning like this was the best day of his life.

Y/N, completely unaware, turned back to them with a towel.

She paused, noticing Phainon snickering and Mydei looking one second away from launching himself at him.

"...Did I miss something?" she asked, blinking.

Phainon very deliberately straightened up, dusting off his coat. "Nope. Nothing at all."

Mydei shot him the deadliest glare a cat had ever given a person.

Oh, he was going to pay for this.

Y/N knelt beside the bundle of damp fur, her brows furrowing in concern. “You poor thing,” she murmured, reaching out to gently scratch behind Mydei’s ears.

Mydei froze.

Phainon, meanwhile, did not. He leaned against the doorframe, grinning like he had just won a bet.

Y/N, oblivious to the tension between them, continued her gentle ministrations. “I’ll get you dried off, don’t worry.” She reached for a soft towel, wrapping Mydei in it and rubbing his fur carefully.

Mydei desperately tried to ignore how warm and soft her hands were. This was humiliating. Not the being-a-cat part—this. The gentle cooing, the soft petting, the fact that Phainon was watching all of this unfold like it was the most entertaining thing he'd ever seen.

“I think he likes you,” Phainon said, biting back a laugh as Mydei tensed.

Y/N smiled. “He’s just cold and tired.” She looked down at Mydei with nothing but kindness. “Aren’t you, little guy?”

Little guy— Mydei physically twitched.

Phainon straight-up wheezed.

Mydei’s tail whipped violently under the towel, and Phainon had to step back to avoid getting smacked.

“Oh, he’s got spirit,” Phainon said, clearly enjoying himself. “I like him.”

Y/N placed Mydei on her lap, carefully inspecting his damp fur. “Poor thing. You must be starving.”

Phainon snorted.

Oh, this was too good.

Y/N scratched under Mydei’s chin. “I’ll get you something warm, okay?”

Phainon stared at Mydei’s face, watching as the Kremnoan prince battled between sheer frustration and some deeply buried appreciation for the attention.

Phainon leaned down, smirking. “Enjoying yourself, Mydei?” he whispered low enough for only him to hear.

Mydei hissed.

Phainon dodged another furious swipe, laughing the entire time.

Y/N hummed softly in the background, focused as she stirred a small pot over the stove, filling the home with the warm scent of honeyed herbs and vegetables. The little golden cat sat quietly on the windowsill, his tail flicking with building frustration as Phainon stood near the table, leaning casually against it, arms crossed and lips curled into a smug grin.

“Well, well, who would've thought,” Phainon drawled. “The great Mydeimos—brought down by a prankster spirit and turned into... this.” He gestured dramatically toward the feline, who narrowed his golden eyes in warning.

Mydei’s ears flattened.

“Honestly,” Phainon chuckled, “I’m not even mad. It’s kind of poetic.”

Mydei let out a growl—not a particularly intimidating one, but angry enough. His claws flexed against the wood. His body tensed.

“You look ridiculous, by the way,” Phainon added, clearly unable to help himself. “I mean, look at you—tiny, fluffy, and helpless. I don’t think I’ll ever let you live this down.”

That was it.

With a furious yowl, Mydei launched himself off the windowsill and flew straight at Phainon. He shouted in surprise as the full weight of a determined cat landed square on his chest, claws sinking into his coat.

“WHAT THE—!” Phainon stumbled backward, flailing. “Get off me, Mydei!”

Y/N froze.

Her spoon clattered into the pot as her head whipped around. “Wait—what?”

Phainon blinked. Mydei froze mid-swipe, now half-latched onto his shoulder. Both of them turned toward Y/N, who was standing with wide eyes and an expression that flickered rapidly between confusion and dawning realization.

“You just said—” she pointed at the cat, then at Phainon, “—Mydei?”

Phainon opened his mouth. Closed it. “...Oops.”

Mydei let out a strangled noise that might’ve been a furious growl if it wasn’t coming from his tiny feline throat. He released Phainon with a hiss and dropped to the floor with a soft thump, immediately darting under the table.

Y/N slowly walked forward, peering underneath. There, golden fur puffed and tail twitching, was the cat she’d been nursing back to health and gently cooing at for the past hour.

“You mean to tell me…” she crouched, eyes wide, “this—is Mydei?”

Mydei didn’t move. He just stared back at her with unmistakably human guilt and embarrassment radiating from his big golden eyes.

“Oh my god.” Y/N sat back on her heels, utterly dumbfounded. “I’ve been—carrying you. Talking to you. Letting you sleep on my lap. Scratching behind your ears.”

A small, mortified mewl came from under the table.

Phainon snorted. “Yeah, that one’s been hard to keep quiet about.”

Y/N turned her gaze slowly on Phainon. “You knew?”

He shrugged, grinning. “Of course I knew. How could I not? That furious glare? The offended silence? Classic Mydei.”

Mydei poked his head out from beneath the table, cautiously watching Y/N with wide eyes. He looked... sheepish. Which was saying a lot for a cat.

While phainon explained what happened.

Y/N sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Okay. So let me get this straight. He chased the Spirithief—Bartholos—got caught in one of their tricks and ended up like this?”

Phainon nodded helpfully. “Oh yeah. And now he’s stuck until we figure out how to reverse it. So until then…” He looked at Mydei and smirked. “...He’s your new house cat.”

Y/N stared at Mydei again.

And despite everything—despite the absurdity, the surprise, the confusion—a laugh escaped her lips.

“I can’t believe this,” she said, reaching under the table. “This is so you.”

Mydei hesitated, then slowly stepped forward. She gently scooped him up, cradling him in her arms. His little ears burned red at the tips, his fur still puffed slightly from embarrassment. He refused to meet her eyes.

“You could’ve just tried writing something in the dirt, you know,” she murmured softly, giving his ear a light scratch. “Instead of attacking Phainon.”

Phainon snorted again from the corner. “You say that like he hasn’t wanted to attack me for years.”

Mydei grumbled in her arms.

Y/N’s voice softened. “Well... I guess I’ll just have to take care of you until we fix this.”

Phainon leaned against the doorway. “Careful. If he likes the attention too much, he might not want to change back.”

That earned him another growl.

Y/N smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you, Mydei.”

The cat in her arms stopped squirming and leaned slightly into her touch, still mortified, still flustered—but maybe, just maybe... a little comforted.

And Phainon, watching them from the doorway, grinned to himself, already drafting a list of nicknames for Prince Meowdeimos.

Bartholos had almost gotten away.

Slipping through shadows and dipping beneath market stalls, it danced over rain-slick rooftops, purple light flickering like mischief trailing behind him. It swirled with delight as it zipped through Okhema’s winding alleys, smug and carefree.

Right up until it zipped straight into a glowing ward.

With a loud zzzzzap! and a startled yelp, the Spirit Thief hit the invisible wall midair and bounced back into a tightly drawn net of shimmering runes.

It's tiny form dropped onto the cobblestone with an indignant squeak, tail flicking wildly as the trap shimmered around him—spell-etched lines and all.

“Got you,” Y/N said calmly.

She stepped out from the shadows of the alley, arms folded and expression sharp—not angry, but stern in a way that made even the spirit’s glow dim slightly.

Bartholos blinked up at her, then flicked it's gaze to the golden-furred cat sitting at her heels.

“Oh... oh this is a problem,” the spirit muttered, inching backward. “You brought her here?”

Mydei, in cat form, sat tall and smug, tail lazily curled around his paws as he gave Bartholos a slow, victorious blink. There was satisfaction in that stare.

Y/N crouched beside the trapped spirit, inspecting it like one might a misbehaving child.

“You turned him into a cat,” she said simply, her voice firm but not cruel.

Bartholos looked around for an escape, but the glowing trap pulsed tighter with every movement. He gave a sheepish shrug. “It was a prank. A little mischief! No harm done.”

“No harm?” Y/N raised a brow. “You stranded him, made him sleep outside, couldn’t speak, couldn’t explain anything—and you let me believe he was just a stray. Do you know how worried I was?”

Bartholos fidgeted. “I mean, he was warm and fluffy. And he did get ear scratches. Sounds like a win.”

Y/N leaned in, gaze narrowing just slightly.

Bartholos shrank under the weight of it.

“I could trap you in a bottle,” she said. “Do you want to live the next week in a jar?”

Bartholos let out a tiny squeak. “...No.”

“I could send you to aglaea

,” she added. “You know how she feels about troublemakers.”

“Okay, okay, okay!” the spirit whined, coiling it's tail anxiously. “I get it. You’re scary! You win!”

Mydei, beside her, let out a pleased rumble in his throat and gave the spirit the most self-satisfied cat smile to ever grace the realm of Amphoreus.

“I’ll fix it,” Bartholos muttered. “I’ll fix it now. Sheesh.”

Y/N stepped back and dispelled the net with a flick of her hand. “Good.”

Bartholos floated in place, rubbing it's arms with a pout. “You’d think being chased by a cat prince was bad enough... now I’m being mom’d.”

Mydei growled softly.

Bartholos flinched. “Okay! Okay!”

With a frustrated swirl of energy, the spirit clapped its tiny hands together. A shimmer of purple magic spiraled around Mydei, lifting him into the air in a glow of light.

In a blink, the cat was gone—and standing in his place, now barefoot and tousled, was Mydei once more.

He straightened slowly, blinking at the world like it was suddenly too big again. “Finally.”

Y/N turned to him with a breath of relief—and before she could say anything, he reached out and gently took her hand.

“I didn’t think you’d actually catch him,” he said, lips twitching upward. “Let alone scare him.”

She smirked. “He deserved it.”

Behind them, Bartholos hovered with a shiver, arms crossed and tail tangled. “Remind me not to prank your girlfriend again,” it grumbled, sulking into the shadows.

Mydei leaned closer, brushing a kiss against her temple. “Remind me not to get on ypur bad side.”

Y/N raised a brow. “What, too scary?”

He grinned. “Terrifying.”

They walked off together, leaving the chastened spirit to grumble in the alley behind them.

Bartholos huffed and folded its arms. “Mortals. No sense of humor anymore.”

But the spirit didn��t try to follow them.

He’d learned his lesson—for now.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

I’ve been thinking about this request, what is their S/O’s ex tried to fight them for their affection 😳, how would they react? Use any characters you want

Floyd Leech:

This was the worst fight your ex could’ve started. You tried to remain civil which meant keeping Floyd out of it for the time being, trying to convince them to just back off if they knew what was good for them. They didn’t seem to believe you when you told them your actual boyfriend was quite possessive, and while you get that it was a normal tactic, they should’ve just taken your resounding ‘no’ as an answer the first time around. You couldn’t hide this from Floyd forever as then you’d be on the other end of a harsh squeezing if you betrayed his trust, but you were hoping your ex might show some sense. The true answer to you getting peace was clearly violence as your ex made a move in person, with Floyd right within earshot; you let out a deep sigh and tried not to think about the headache this would give you, knowing Floyd was stalking over to see exactly what was going on. There’s a childish glee on his face when he’s told this is your ex and you knew in that instant he stopped seeing them as a person, they were now simply prey waltzing right into the predator’s mouth.

Leona Kingscholar:

You were used to confiding your problems in Leona. He’d either offer a solution, or he’d simply listen and nod along to allow you to get your feelings out. There were times where you did so when he was lounging, eyes closed, potentially asleep, but it still felt good to tell him even if he wasn’t hearing you. But he always listened, his ears turned in your direction, and he had noted the problem of your ex from the very beginning of your relationship. They didn’t bother him because he was secure in what choice you’d make, if it ever came to you making one, but this ex still felt like a thorn in his paw. He wished they’d take a hint and even considered saying something himself, but you hadn’t seemed fond of the idea and he wasn’t going to fight you over it. Leona would, however, take the opportunity to showboat if your ex was ever around the two of you, a protective arm wrapped around your waist as he surveyed the room. His smug smirk is enough to set your ex off but Leona doesn’t bother indulging him in a fight, faking a yawn as he tells the little herbivore to start a fight somewhere else where he could actually win.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek will, as he does with most things, take this declaration from your ex very seriously. There’s a fire in his eyes when the challenge is first presented to him with you insisting it wasn’t an actual challenge, just your ex being annoying and nosy about your relationship. Still, Sebek couldn’t let it stand, saying he was fighting for your honor and your hand (despite the fact you had already chosen who has your hand). You don’t mind watching him show off and he’s surprisingly intimidating when he wants to be; the loud booming voice, his height and strength, Sebek had many positives in his corner to back him up. While you already knew who’d win the fight you enjoyed seeing Sebek display just how much he cared for you, unwilling to let your ex talk to you however he wanted and even flaying him alive when speaking of why you broke up to begin with. He has no mercy in this battle, as his grandfather had taught him, and he seemed quite proud at the end of the day when your ex finally had to admit defeat.

[grabby-smitten]

Mean kitty

Subjects: Cat Hybird!Rafayel x F!Reader

Word count: 451

Content: Hybrid AU, PiV, blurb, messy, no plot, pure smut, male heat/rut, desperate/mean Rafayel, painful sex, no prep, owner reader, biting, slight mention of penis with spikes and breeding, use of word kitty/pussy/tail. Lmk if I missed anything.

The ceiling, your half-lidded eyes could only watch the ceiling. Laying on your back, neck exposed to your kitty— Rafayel kept a tight hold with his teeth on the tender skin of your neck while he pounded into you. Erratic moves created friction on your bed, making a mess of your sheets as fluffy ears caressed your jaw and heavy purrs vibrated over you.

You were in and out of it, no longer being able to keep up with your kitty’s stamina. His tail lightly thumping in frustration. Heats hit Rafayel hard, and he denied assistance from anyone else.

“Only you,” he whined once upon a time. Throwing tantrum after tantrum, pawing at you, and even scratching the furniture until you relented.

He hurled you at the bed without saying anything more than a growl of frustration and you knew what that meant. He nestled his hips in between your thighs and began humping, he had no previous experience with humans and you never thought of teaching him or correcting him before. Too tired to remember insignificant details. So as he entered you— it burned. You winced in pain, the raw heat of his swollen cock splitting you open. The desperate kitty didn’t even know you weren’t prepared as your hybrid female counterparts who produced more fluids for these types of occasions.

Rafayel loudly mewled once he felt how strained he felt inside you. Yes, your warmth enveloped him but there was not much space to move, and as much as he wanted to wait and figure out what to do. His instinct kicked in and kept pushing, thrusting until his cock made way for himself.

“Better… better…” he kept groaning as your inner muscles finally adjusted. Your creamy insides felt like heaven as he kept plummeting in you.

Your little squeaks and puffs of hair bounced off his sensitive ears and made them wiggle in annoyance, but he didn’t care. Too busy trying to breed his human to care.

Unconsciously, his tail wrapped around your leg in a possessive manner, even his arms tightened around you, teeth sunk deeper into your skin. Rafayel was pressing you against the mattress, aggressively plunging into you as his cock kept growing and stretching your opening in the process.

You howled in a mix of pain and ecstasy, legs trashing as ropes of heated white heaviness were pushed inside you.

“Stay put,” Rafayel mumbled, teeth still nailed on your neck.

Both of you whined as the little thorns on his cock locked the two of you in place. That meant not moving for a while… or until Rafayel felt the urge again. It was his heat after all, and you knew how he gets.

[kittykittyneowmeow69]

Keep me, please (I I)

MDNI

John Price x reader with a cheating husband

PART 2 >> PART 1

Price finds a pretty little thing, only to learn that she is married, the caveat being her husband is cheating on her.

Cw: cheating (not between mc’s) , sleepy sex, unprotected PIV, oral (!f) , daddy kink (😝), aftercare

Notes: I got a bit carried away, so there will be a part 3 , where he fucks her in her marital bed lol.

He pieces you together afterwards—putting a glass of water to your lips as you drink it with big thirsty gulps, wiping away your tears with a warm washcloth, between your legs—considers getting an ice pack for your sore pussy but decides against it when you cling to him, limp arms reaching, pulling him closer.

“ baby , I’m not going anywhere”— he rumbles , with you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, fingers knotting into the dark curls on his chest, half of your body onto his, inhaling his heady,loamy scent, as a rough hand caresses your back. Sleep slowly overtakes you —soft warm cheek rested on his cushiony pec, fucked out and in bliss.

The weight of your limp, boneless body on top of him—the cute little pucker of your lips, soft even breaths as your chest rises and falls—fully sated—his cum still leaking out of your hole, fires the want in him to own,to possess beyond the confines of his self control.

So, the reality of you still being married, still cohabitating, having his —your husband’s— last name, makes his palms itch, makes the thorn buried deep inside his brain sting and throb, makes him want to sort it out the only way he knows how.

Then , there is the image of your woeful misty eyes, lash line barely containing the storm inside of your little heart, the furrow of your eyebrows as you tried your hardest to keep all the tiny broken pieces together on your lunches(courtship) with him. He barely contained the urge to scruff you by the nape of your neck, drag you home, to his bed, where you belong, have always belonged.

But— you choosing this, choosing him, chanting “keep me please”, little cunt clenching, moulding to his thick cock, milking him, filled with his spend , is cathartic , eases at least some of his homicidal tendencies.

Besides, the idea of you being tainted, directly or indirectly with even a lick of violence, of blood on your manicured paws is enough to stop John from killing him, he will take care of him, oh he will, just in other ways.

—————————

It’s still dark outside.

You wake up slick with sweat , blistering hot— a heavy arm wrapped around you ,weighing you down, furry thick chest plastered to your back, half hard prick nudging your lower back and him —snoring like a big hibernation bear against the crown of your head.

Your heart is rabbit quick, as sleep slides off you and the realisation sinks in—you are not in your bed, that you are naked and in John’s arms, the only other man you have slept with beside you soon to be ex-husband.

Guilt , something you know you should feel is absent, it’s been a long time since you have felt desired, felt intimacy, felt need this thick. The degradation of your relationship began long ago, the touches, the love, the want slowly dissipating as teenage lovers evolved into full fledged adults. You are still young, some would say too young to have been married and the idea of spending your entire life in a distant, fractured relationship had been eating at you for quite a while now. Then he cheated, the hurt, the gut wrenching , heart-ache was all consuming but somehow, also tinged in relief, that you finally had a reason to get out, and as the stars so aligned, that reason manifested itself into, John.

“ mm it’s early, baby” — he rumbles into your nape, voice thick with sleep, placing a hot wet kiss on it. You stir against him, rump brushing his cock, which causes him to pull you further into him, heavy arm wrapped around you trapping you under his bulk.

“Uhmm John ” you whisper as his big paw fondles your breast, worrying your nipple between his knuckles, pinching it ,extracting sleepy little ‘ah’s from you. Slowly, his hand slides down, dragging across your belly until he cups your mound.

He Stays like that for a while, kissing, licking the sweat off your nape, the curve of your neck. One thick finger slides in-between your lips as he rubs the tiniest half circles around your clit.

The light hum of pleasure lulls you into a daze, eyelids slowly getting heavier, as you breathe evenly, letting him touch you, play with you as he pleases. He jiggles your clit faster, syrupy pleasure engulfing you until your breath hitches, body tensing as you come, jolting you at first then lulling you back into a deeper cottony haze.

“m’ sore Daddy”— you whimper when he slides one thick finger inside your hole. He shifts you more onto your belly—his bulk pressing you into the mattress, with his finger massaging the little spongy spot inside you, getting you worked up so you are slick for him.

“Mmm baby, will be nice and gentle, ok?” He rumbles, notching his head against your hole.

The initial stretch, burns,makes your toes curl, as you whimper into the pillow. “Shh baby, let Daddy take care of you hmmm”— he drawls into your cheek as he slowly feeds his cock into your cunt, letting you squirm and tremble under him, get acclimated to the stretch.

He goes slow, so slow, taking you through it— “doing so well for Daddy baby”—as he ruts into you almost leisurely, letting you clench around him, pull him in deeper, feel the warm wet squeeze of your cunt against every vein , every ridge of his thick cock.

The angle knocks the wind out of you, as every thrust rubs against the spongy spot inside of you making you see stars. One deep thrust makes you clench around him hard, as you come, creaming his cock, shaking under him, in your delirium, you bite the pillow—

Which gets you a hard, stern smack on your asscheek, “ None of that love , let me hear you”.

You come for him again soon enough, this time though, you let him hear your little whimpers, “Daddy” rolling of your tongue, like it belongs. You assume he likes it, because his rhythm gets more frantic, as he cums with one last deep thrust, cock head notched against your cervix as big spurts of cum fill you up yet again.

You wince as he pulls out, come flooding out onto the sheets, your pussy all tender. He kisses your cheek, rasping into your skin.

“Going’ to kiss her better in the morning baby, eat your little cunt out, go to sleep now sweetheart”

And you do, nuzzling back into him, letting him wrap you up in his arms again. As you slowly slip back to sleep.

——————————

The bed is empty, you realise—his weight, furnace like heat is missing as you shed the last of sleep. You feel a slight jab, right in the middle of your middle of your chest, a prickle of doubt which holds the possibility of potentially sending you into a spiral that maybe just maybe—now that he has fucked you, he is done with you, that this was all just a hookup.

Every muscle in your body is hurts—almost like the achy feeling after a new workout class.you climb out of the too tall, too big bed, and limp to the en-suit bathroom.

In the bathroom mirror, you look at all the marks on your throat ,the curve of your neck, the slope of your shoulder, the swell of your breast, your lips still swollen and bitten, you turn just a little bit and see little circular bruises on you hips , upper arms.

You thumb a little bruise on your hip, tender warm pain flooding you with a bittersweet longing, a weird reminder of him on you, all the time you have spent with together — the lunches which if you were a little less in denial you would have know were dates all along—after all he paid for them no matter how much you insisted “come on John, just let me pay for once”.

The shower is huge, glass-enclosed, with many little knobs each of which control the fixtures. You fiddle with a few them until you finally are cascaded in warm water, soothing your sore tendons, all the little aches in your body.

There are just two bottles—a body wash, and a shampoo— on the built-in niche. You lather the eucalyptus scented shower gel in between your palms and start rubbing it on, slowly cleaning all the dried cum clinging onto your inner thighs. You are still leaking his cum— after all he came so much and lodged it so deep inside you— wincing as you try your best to get it out of your sore little hole.

( God, you hope your IUD keeps working)

Freshly showered, damp skinned, wrapped in his towel —you find him waiting for you, sitting on the edge of the bed. He is dressed already, in a tight fitted navy shirt and denim jeans.

“ mornin’” you squeak , standing in front of him, all self conscious and unsure.

Relief washes over you as he stands up towering over you, cupping your face and tilting it up so he can place little kisses on your forehead, cheeks , the tip of your nose. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you up, till you are at his eye level—“ mornin’ sweetheart “

Before you know it, the the world spins— with you laying on the bed with John unwrapping the towel, he dips down, lips brushing yours and mumbles—

“Let Daddy kiss you better sweetheart, eat your sore little cunt hmm”

He sits up on his haunches, between your legs, with you laying before him. Big rough hands caress your tender skin, as he slowly traces every curve every dip of your flesh almost as if he is committing you to memory.

He is soft—kissing your seam, beard pricking your sore cunt, letting you grind into his face, with tired little hip rolls, as his nose nudges your clit, he slides his tongue inside of your hole, as you thread your fingers into his hair and come.

—————————-

“Where were you?” —You ask,taking a sip of coffee, sitting across from him on the dining table.

“Getting some of your stuff back home baby”

You look around , tilting your head slightly, and see bags and bags filled with your clothes, from your wardrobe, placed neatly on the couch.

[frudoo]

Trapped in the forest with a feral John Price could be hot 🔥

WOOF bestie you are so right 😩

Warnings: Non-con to dub-con, John Price is stupidly big. Fem!Reader.

“I know you’re out there, birdie.”

God, you hate his taunting voice, the lilt that makes it sound like he’s singing to you. You hate your friends for abandoning you in this creepy fucking forest, you hate the way every dead leaf manages to crunch beneath your feet no matter how quiet you try to be. You’ve been sneaking away from the giant man for what feels like hours but his voice never gets further away, always right on the brink of being too damn close.

“Nothin’ to be afraid of, girlie, jus’ wanna take care o’ya.”

His call is loud, somewhere behind you, before you hear a thud and then silence follows. You stop dead in your tracks—did he fall down and knock himself out? Maybe you ought to check, make sure he’s really down and no longer on your trail. Slowly, you turn around and take a few steps where you remember the thud to have sounded, but there’s no body slumped over itself. At least, nothing human.

You gasp at the sight of a whimpering dog with an injured paw, instantly kneeling down to try and help the poor pup. You hold her paw in your hand to examine it but there’s nothing wrong, no thorns or cuts in her pads. You furrow your eyebrows and pet behind her ears, cooing softly to her.

“What’s wrong, baby? Where’s your-”

Your sentence is interrupted by strong arms lifting your body up, one hand covering your mouth. You shriek, clawing at the man’s hairy arms as you try to kick free from his hold. It’s useless—he’s so much stronger than you, and the pain you’re inflicting doesn’t even register in his brain.

He knows what he wants, and he’s going to have it.

The ‘injured’ dog stands from her place on the ground and sprints away at the man’s command, full weight on her paw. Your stomach flips at the realization. He used his dog as a trap.

“P-please don’t hurt me! I’ll do- I’ll do anything, please!” You sputter, fat tears streaming down your face as the man lays you on the ground.

“Not gonna hurt ya. No, could never hurt my pretty girl, never,” the man murmurs, and despite the fact that he’s currently binding your wrists to the tree behind you with his belt, his words are gentle and seemingly sincere.

Once your hands are secure, he leans down to kiss you, frowning when you flinch and turn away before his lips are able to meet yours. He grunts and tries again, but when you repeat the action he cups your jaw in one large hand, keeping you still and finally pressing his mouth to yours. He tastes like tobacco and smells of it too, earthy and dewy much like the grass he’s trapped you against.

“Atta girl, jus’ submit t’me.”

There’s a wide smile on his face when he pulls back, thumbing away a string of saliva that remains on your bottom lip. Then his hands trail down your body, ripping open your tank top and pulling your tits out from the cups of your bra. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes your traitorous throat when he wraps his lips around one nipple and sucks, pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger.

“N-no, please…” you cry, trying to kick him away, but he just growls and suckles harder in response.

Damn your body for not fighting him harder, and damn your pussy for getting so wet from this. His hot tongue trails down your stomach while his large hands expertly undo your pants and pull them as well as your knickers off of you completely. He even tosses your shoes and socks aside, kissing his way from your toes all the way to your inner thighs, then planting his lips right over your clit. He groans against your cunt and you can see the way his hips buck against the ground as he tastes you.

In a similar fashion to the way he’d sucked your nipple, he does the same to your swollen bud, circling his tongue over it repeatedly. You’re gushing out abundances of your arousal much to your dismay—and his delight—and he dips his tongue into your entrance to drink it all up. You hate how good it feels, how tight the coil in your belly has gotten, how close you are to the edge. He slides his tongue through your folds and sucks on your clit once more and then you’re screaming, trying to fight off the euphoric waves as they overtake you.

The man’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he slurps up all of your juices. As quickly as he’d started, he pulls away, and those dexterous hands shove down his pants to allow his stupidly fat cock to bounce out. It’s obviously heavy, fully erect and yet still drooping away from his soft stomach, curved and slick with precum. You whimper at the sight, shaking your head as more pleas escape you.

“No! No, please don’t, sir, please… I’ll do anything…” You sob, legs still trying to kick at him even as he parts your thighs and settles himself between them.

“You’ll take my cock,” he responds gruffly, a low moan leaving his throat when he shoves the tip past the barrier of your pussy.

The stretch burns like hell and you scream at the intrusion, wrists desperately trying to tug free from their restraints so you can shove him off. It wouldn’t have worked, anyway, not with his strength and the determination he has to claim you. With a grunt and a hard thrust, he sinks all the way inside, giving you only a few seconds to adjust before he’s rutting into you wildly.

“Ah, so fuckin’ tight. Knew ya would be. Knew ya’d fit me so fuckin’ well.”

Cold sweat trickles down his freckled face and drips onto your cheeks, making you flinch every time you feel a drop make contact. His dick is stuffing you so fucking full, and all you can do is lay there and take it. The initial pain is gone and in its place is a revolting pleasure, one that makes you roll your hips against his. The man smiles proudly, using the backs of your knees to push your legs up to your chest.

“Yeah, feels good, don’t it, girlie? Can feel your cunt clenchin’ ‘round me. Fuckin’ cum on my cock. Do it. Give it t’me.”

His pace quickens tenfold, making your vision go white as his fat tip bullies your g-spot with every thrust. Your entire body convulses when you climax but he doesn’t relent, fucking you through your high and overstimulating you in the process. It doesn’t matter to the man mounting you, his eyes so far back in his skull you’re not sure they’ll ever return to their normal position. An animalistic growl escapes his throat and then you feel ribbons of hot cum spurting inside of you, filling you to the brim.

You hate the way his cum leaks out of you when he pulls out, spilling to the ground and wasting all of his hard work. After he tucks his dick away and gives you a passionate, tender kiss, he releases you from the restraints and scoops you up into his big burly arms, carrying you back to his little shack where his actor of a pup is waiting for him with a wagging tail.

Maybe the forest isn’t so bad, after all.

[secretlysimpash]

Shifter!Soap who also happens to be your neighbor. He spends half of his time in his animal form with his best mates, and the other half in his human form just being...Normal.

Neighbor!Reader, you, who has a soft spot for animals. Feeding strays, taking in the odd cat or even raccoon, friendly with all creatures.

Shifter!Soap who's trying to find a way to get closer to you when he sees you feeding some strays one morning, fussing over one with a nicked ear and checking the others for injury.

Shifter!Soap shifting into his cat form (an adorable Scottish fold who's fur sticks up between his ears like a mini mohawk), and purposefully stepping on a thorn. He yowls much louder than needed, and makes a show of limping when you come running out.

Shifter!Soap forces out a mournful mrow in lieu of a purr when you scoop him up into your arms and carry him inside. He's clutched against your chest, and the faint pain in his paw is totally worth it.

Shifter!Soap who lets you take care of his paw (the thorn barely broke the skin, honestly just got in deep enough to be stuck in the pad of his paw). When you let him go and urge him to walk, he forces himself to limp again...So you decide to keep him in your house. Can't have this poor thing wandering the neighborhood :(

Neighbor!Reader, keeping him for a while, a few days. Unbeknownst to you, he goes out in the night to go back to his place, check his mail, shit like that. He's been avoiding his friends, and he can pick up their scents around his place. He knows he'll have to explain it to them eventually, but...For now, he's happy where he is.

Shifter!Soap who doesn't turn back to his human form during the day until you're out of the house for a bit. He takes the time to snoop, touching anything he can get his paws on. Finally settles back onto your bed with a pair of your panties from the hamper, surrounded by your scent. He can finally get off with more than just the thought of you...

Shifter!Soap who nearly has a heart attack when something bangs against the window while he's mid-wank. He looks at the window, hair standing on end. His shock is replaced with annoyance when a familiar face pops up in the window.

Shifter!Gaz, in his red tailed hawk form, staring at Shifter!Soap. He's half disappointed, and half smug.

So this is where you've been. Is what his expression says.

Shifter!Soap knows that he will never hear the end of this. The lads won't let it go, and he'll have to...Introduce you somehow.

[yuu-kantokusei]

~The mischievous predator~

Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Reader is yuu

TW: none

Summary: After a magical mishap leaves Yuu transformed into a cat, an evening walk takes an unsettling turn when they cross paths with someone who seems far too amused by their predicament.

The day had been an ordeal, to say the least.

Yuu had accidentally transformed into a plump tabby cat during potionology class, their spell ingredients mixed up while Professor Crewel’s sharp eyes were momentarily distracted. Grim, surprisingly sympathetic (and amused), volunteered to translate their distressed meowing to Ace and Deuce. The trio carried them around from class to class like an unwilling mascot until the day’s lessons finally ended.

Ace and Deuce headed back to Heartslabyul after classes, complaining about the weight of carrying both Yuu and Grim. Grim, now more of a reluctant caretaker, waddled alongside them on the way to Ramshackle Dorm.

"Alright, you can rest up for the night," Grim said, flopping onto the couch as they arrived. "And don’t expect me to babysit you forever. I’m a mage of great renown, not a cat-sitter!"

Yuu meowed back insistently, their tone sharp.

“What? You wanna go for a walk?” Grim translated, squinting. “Sheesh, it’s dark already! Fine, fine—just don’t get into trouble, okay? I don’t have time to rescue you from some stupid tree.”

They pawed at the door until Grim opened it. A chilly evening breeze greeted them as they stepped out into the quiet grounds of Night Raven College.

Yuu padded along the cobblestone path leading away from the dorm. They didn’t intend to go far; the cool night air was refreshing after an exhausting day of meowing and being carried around. Their thoughts drifted to the potion class debacle, wondering how they'd explain the incident to Crewel when they returned to human form.

Just as they considered turning back, they heard the soft crunch of footsteps behind them. Before they could react, a low, amused voice reached their ears.

“My, my… what do we have here? A little stray?”

Yuu’s fur bristled as they backed away from Malleus, their tiny body trembling with both fear and anger. They let out a low, warning growl, their tail lashing behind them. But their attempt at intimidation only seemed to amuse him further.

“Oh, don’t look so upset,” Malleus said smoothly, his voice like silk laced with thorns. “You’ve always been the curious type, haven’t you? Wandering out here all alone, so vulnerable… Surely, you knew someone might come across you?”

They hissed, their green eyes narrowing. If they could speak, they’d have had plenty of colorful words for him, none of them polite.

Malleus knelt down to their level, his mismatched eyes gleaming in the moonlight. His smile widened as he reached out, his long fingers brushing gently under their chin. “Now, now. Is that any way to greet a friend? I’m hurt, truly.”

Yuu swatted his hand with their paw, claws extended. They managed to scratch his glove, leaving faint marks across the leather. A small, victorious feeling bubbled up in their chest—until they saw his reaction.

Instead of being annoyed, Malleus’s grin only grew sharper. “Oh my, such sharp claws. Feisty as ever, I see. How charming.”

Before they could dart away, his hand shot out, and in one swift motion, he scooped them up into his arms. Yuu yowled in protest, their paws batting at his chest, but he held them firmly.

“My, my,” he said, his voice laced with mock concern. “You’re heavier than I expected. Have you been indulging a bit too much, child of man? Not that I mind, of course. You’re quite… soft.”

They froze for a moment, utterly mortified. Then, with renewed vigor, they wriggled and kicked, trying to free themselves. But Malleus only chuckled, adjusting his grip so they couldn’t escape.

“Relax,” he murmured, stroking their back with an unsettling tenderness. “You’re rather adorable like this, you know. It’s a rare opportunity to see such a side of you. I’d be a fool not to enjoy it."

Yuu let out a furious growl, their ears flattening against their head. If Grim were here, they’d demand he claw Malleus’s smug face for them.

“Oh, don’t be so angry,” Malleus teased, his thumb trailing along the top of their head in a gesture that was almost affectionate. “You should consider this a valuable learning experience. It’s not every day you get to view the world from such a unique perspective.”

They swiped at him again, their claws catching on his uniform this time. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he tilted his head, studying them with that same predatory smile.

“Hmm, still so full of spirit. I wonder… how much fight do you have left, little cat?”

Yuu twisted and turned in his arms, trying to escape, but Malleus’s grip was unyielding. Their frantic meowing filled the quiet night, but no one came to their rescue.

“Shh,” Malleus said softly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “There’s no need to make such a fuss. No one’s going to hear you out here. It’s just you and me.”

The way he said it sent a shiver down their spine, and they stopped struggling for a moment. Malleus noticed, of course, and his smile became almost triumphant.

“There now,” he said, stroking their head again. “That’s better. See? I’m not so bad, am I?”

Yuu growled low in their throat, but the sound came out more like a pitiful rumble. Malleus’s fingers trailed down their back, and they couldn’t suppress the involuntary purr that escaped them. They immediately regretted it.

“Oh?” Malleus’s expression lit up with amusement. “Enjoying yourself now? How delightful. I suppose even you have your weaknesses.”

Their ears flattened, and they glared up at him, their green eyes blazing with indignation. If looks could kill, Malleus would have been long gone. But he simply chuckled, clearly enjoying their frustration.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his tone almost scolding. “You’re the one who decided to wander out here all alone. Surely you knew the risks?”

They meowed sharply in response, their tone accusatory.

“Ah, blaming me, are you?” he said, his smile widening. “How cruel. I’m simply taking advantage of the situation you created. It’s not every day I get to see the child of man in such a… vulnerable state.”

Yuu’s tail lashed furiously, but their efforts to escape were futile. Malleus’s grip was too strong, his touch too deliberate. He was toying with them, and they both knew it.

As they continued their strange standoff, Malleus suddenly shifted his grip, cradling them in one arm while reaching into his pocket with the other. Yuu froze, their instincts screaming that whatever he was planning couldn’t be good.

“Now, let’s see…” he murmured, pulling out a small, shimmering object. It was a thin, silver ribbon, its surface catching the moonlight.

Yuu’s eyes widened in alarm. They meowed frantically, struggling harder than ever.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Malleus said, his tone soothing but entirely insincere. “It’s just a little accessory. Something to make you look even more adorable.”

Before they could react, he looped the ribbon around their neck, tying it into a neat bow. He held them up, examining his handiwork with a satisfied smile.

“There. Child of man,” he said. “You’re quite the picture, child of man. Perhaps I should take a photo to commemorate this moment?”

Yuu growled, their tail whipping back and forth like a metronome of fury. Malleus’s laughter echoed through the quiet night as he set them down, finally releasing them. They bolted a few steps away, turning to glare at him with all the venom they could muster.

“Oh, don’t run off just yet,” he said, his voice teasing. “You’ll miss all the fun.”

Yuu hissed at him, their fur bristling, but Malleus didn’t seem the least bit intimidated. He leaned casually against a nearby tree, his mismatched eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Go on,” he said, gesturing with a lazy wave. “Run back to your dorm if you like. But do remember, child of man… I’ll always find you.”

Their heart raced as they turned and fled, his laughter following them into the night. The ribbon around their neck felt heavy, a constant reminder of his lingering presence.

Yuu didn’t stop running until they were safely inside Ramshackle Dorm, their chest heaving as they tried to calm down. Grim looked up from his spot on the couch, his eyes narrowing as he saw the ribbon.

“What the heck happened to you?” he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

Yuu meowed weakly, too exhausted to explain. They curled up in a corner, their tail wrapped tightly around their body. The sound of Malleus’s laughter still echoed in their mind, sending a shiver down their spine.

They couldn’t wait for this nightmare to be over.

[lo1k-diamonds]

✔ Advent Calendar 2024 💜

It's the most wonderful time of the year🎶

It's here, the giving season! And while I love advent calendars and already have one for coffee and one for chocolate, I thought what about one for fics? Though I won't be writing, no - I'll be reviewing and recommending wonderful treats! You'll get juicy suggestions, and our lovely writers will get some love for Christmas! And at the end? I will post a bitey gift :p

How does it work?

Every day, I'll reblog this post and add a card with the fic of the day - I'll give some details, a quote, and a fleeting thought. The selection is based on what I've read this year that got my attention, 1 author a day, multiple AUs and tropes! (check the warnings for the fics individually!)

I hope you check them, and if you do, don't forget to show them some love ✨💜

🎄Here we have it, folks! You'll find every suggestion in the list below:🎄

The Demon Is In The Details by @colormepurplex2

Demon!Jimin x f.Reader / Crossroads AU / angst, smut

"You’re now mine forever, little mouse."

⟢ So absolutely delicious how one mistake changes everything, not just for some silly humans, but also for a demon who thought nothing could surprise him anymore! [my review]

——✨Bonus! Beware The Thorns✨

Yoongi x Jungkook x Jimin x f.Reader / Mafia, Step-Sibling AU / Taboo, angst, smut

"There is only one thing left standing in our way, angel."

⟢ I have no excuses - this is potentially the most indulging, deviant, steaming hot fic I've ever read! It lives in my mind rent-free, thanks Leah! [my review]

Sweet by @oddinary4bts

idol!Seokjin x f.Reader / Idol post Military AU / angsty, smut

It feels like, maybe, you were his all this time too.

⟢ There are so many sweet things about this story: the way that Jin thinks and feels, that he apologizes and expresses regret, that OC is believable and well-rounded, that they both take a chance, and make a decision, not because of a momentary lapse of judgement, but out of genuineness... It's a little treasure! [my review]

✨Bonus! To Give a Helping Hand✨

Idol!Jungkook x f.Reader / Idol AU / smut

He’d be feral with you – he’s feral just thinking about you.

⟢ I don't think this fic needs introductions, and I have reblogged it before, but still, couldn't keep myself from mentioning it again! [my review]

Effet Mer by @spideyjimin

Jungkook x f.Reader / Healing AU / angsty, smut

Hot sex with Jungkook in Nazaré is a combo you never thought you needed.

⟢ There. Is it a spoiler? Potentially. Do you all need to read about what goes down? Absolutely! [my review]

The Price by @daechwitatamic

Yoongi x Hunter!f.Reader / Snow White AU / angst, smut

Maybe you do love him. You just can’t forget - not for a second - how little it matters.

⟢ Unhappy ending? Nonsense! It hurts just a little - just right - just perfect. [my review]

✨Bonus! Of Ruin✨

Prince!Taehyung x f.Reader / Supernatural AU / mystery, fantasy, smut

"Even when I think I’ve seen the true measure of you - you surprise me again and again."

⟢ This is one of the best stories I've ever set my eyes on. It's compelling, rattles you to your bones, and you'll be thinking about it for eons! READ IT! [my review]

The Taste of Sin by @shadowkoo

Taehyung x f.reader / Warlock/Witch AU / angst, smut

This is exactly why they say to never mix business with pleasure. It makes such a mess of things.

⟢ Woah, this was intense! The warnings and things made me approach this with so much caution, only to be swept off my feet! [my review]

Spin Cycle by @miscelunaaa

Jungkook x f.Reader / Uni AU / slow burn, strangers to lovers, smut

He’s never going to complain about a girl having sweater paws while wearing his hoodie.

⟢ I read this by the pool side with a glass of wine and couldn't put it down. It's such an easy, good read! Also, confession: I forgot it had smut! And it's good too! I guess the story just really is that good! [my review]

Lifeline by @downbad4yoongi

Namjoon x f.Reader / First responder AU / brother's bf, smut

I won’t break…but it never hurts to try.

⟢ Wait, hold up, time out - can we just talk about how hot this fic is? But first, let's address how the propelling event of this story is the bane of every woman's existence. [my review]

Protecting the Bloodline by @kth1

Prince!Hoseok x Human!f.Reader / Vampire AU / angst, smut, royal

Little dove… In a world full of twisted beings, how have you turned into such a kind woman?

It's so hard to find words to describe this story... It's both incredibly beautiful and so full of pain, that I just... I'll start by recommending it. [my review]

Vigilant(e) by @yoongihan

Lawyer!Yoongi x Prosecutor!f.Reader / Law AU / angst, smut, secrets

We can’t be casual.

When I started reading this, I had no idea where it was going, but it turned out to be a perfect light read to swoon over Min Yoongi. [my review]

Of Crowns and Daggers by @mrsparkjimin18

Prince!Jiminx Princess!f.Reader / Arranged marriage AU / royal, angst, smut

We’re not so different, you and I.

⟢ I really like royal AUs, but add a sprinkle of plotting, inner conflict, and romance, and the combination is an absolute delight. [my review]

Bewitching by @taegularities

Prince!Jungkook x Human!f.Reader / Vampire AU / angst, smut

I think… falling in love with you was– was inevitable anyway. But the fear…

I blush every time I read this. It's such a perfect blend of deep, maddening love and fear... of overpowering longing... It's achingly gorgeous. [my review]

Jealousy by @mikrokosmoslove

Namjoon x f.Reader / FWB AU / f2l, fwb, angst, smut

Yeah, but that also means it ends when one of us starts dating!

I didn't expect this entry, but when I read it, it automatically clicked for me—fwb is a sweet downward spiral. We all know how it ends and still fall for it every time. [my review]

Timeless Rhythm by @bratzkoo

time lord! hoseok x archaeologist! reader / Adventure AU / mystery, romance, fluff

The rest, as they say, was history. Or perhaps, in your case, it was the future.

Woah, this was so different and refreshing! Going on such adventures always risks the timeline, but we wouldn't have it any other way! [my review]

Wicked As They Come by @caelesjjk

vampire!yoongi x reporter! f reader / Fake dating AU / romance, smut

Don’t forget who you’re talking to with that smart fucking mouth, little monster.

I'm here to discredit this author - this is not just mostly porn - this is mostly awesome porn with a sprinkle of feelings - and our asshole vampire Yoongi doesn't do feelings 😏 [my review]

Safe Haven by @kth1fics

Werewolf!Jimin x Princess!f.Reader / Supernatural AU / royal, shifters, angst, smut

He does the things he does because he loves you.

This story is absolutely endearing, with a perfect sprinkle of sacrifice, lifelong love, and perfectly timed confessions 💜 [my review]

Angel by @sailoryooons

Mafia!Yoongi x Sex worker! F. reader / Mafia AU / Semi-established relationship, smut, fluff

I need you to do whatever it is you need to do to protect yourself.

As far as Mafia AUs are concerned, this fic is the standard. If I had to choose a top, this would be in the top three, at least. If I had to choose a perfect Yoongi, you know it—this one would be it. [my review]

Fists and a Smart Mouth by @pars-ley

Namjoon x (f)reader / Cowboy au / E2L, angst, smut

I can assure you, I'm more of a 'violence is the answer' type person, in case that wasn't obvious already.

Ouf, this was a hard pick (because all Ley's stories are great), but it was also super easy. Of course, I didn't choose it because it features Namjoon. I chose it because the mystery takes its time to unravel, revealing a gripping plot until the end. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Red thread of fate✨

Vampire!Seokjin x human!(f)reader / Soulmates au / Angst, fluff, smut

Does listening to my heart not make you thirsty?

It's not often that a vampire fic delves not only into themes of fate but also into selfless, boundless love, and this story is one of those with an interesting catch within it. [my review]

Alpha by @borathae

Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader / ABO au / E2L, angst, smut

We really shouldn’t be doing this, fuck, this shouldn’t happen.

Step aside while I shamelessly drool all over this piece of indulgent heaven. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Bonded✨

Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader / Arranged Marriage au / E2L, angst, smut

I just needed to know that this wouldn’t be lost forever.

The way I consumed this sequel. When I finished reading Alpha, I didn't know what could happen next, and this direction surprised me. [my review]

The Surface by @moni-logues

prince merman!Hoseok x sea witch!reader / The Little Mermaid AU / angst, smut

You could bend reality, but that didn’t mean you always saw it clearly. The heart had tricks of its own.

Can you imagine how excited I was when I saw a Little Mermaid retelling? And then realized I'd be the sea witch? Fuck yeah! [my review]

Saudade by @chateautae

idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader / Secret relationship AU / angst, smut

I was doing it for you! The reason was all for you, for us!

It's always interesting for me when authors use words native to me to describe feelings that are not translatable - like saudade. So yes, I had to read what Taehyung was up to, and I was not disappointed [my review]

The Creamed Pie by @moccahobi

Succubi!Seokjin x human!reader / Demon AU / slow burn, angst, fluff

If you're trying to live like a human, you're failing.

This story is such a spark of fun! Everything, from the lore to the characters, the relationships, the name of the shop, the quips and the way it doesn't take itself seriously -- until it does. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Amor Erratur✨

Yoongi x reader / Dystopian AU / angst

Oh how he would love to be married to her. 

This story is set in a dystopian world, and it is so out of the ordinary and unique not just because of the world-building but because of Yoongi. [my review]

Seven Days by @hisunshiine

nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader / FWB AU / age gap, angst, smut

Every hour, every minute, every second, he’s in love with you.

As soon as I read the summary, not only did I think it was a clever idea for a series and someone had to do it, but I also knew I'd end up feeling very personally about it. [my review]

Oath in the Moonlight by @jamaisjoons

crown prince!namjoon x cursed maiden!reader / Soulmates AU / fantasy, angst, smut

Because I no longer want just one night. Not if it’s with you.

This is such a rich, fulfilling story, with captivating worldbuilding, dramatic twists, and lots of love. [my review]

Christmas Fix by @yoonia

Taehyung x (f)Reader / Secret Baby!au / S2L, angst, smut, Christmas fic

I suppose this is what people call a Christmas miracle.

I had to leave the most Christmassy fic I've read for the end. Leave it to none other than the Queen to make a new classic filled with drama and plot twists.[my review]

Down Bad by me 💜

Vampire!Jimin x human(f)reader / Soulmate AU / angst, smut

Kissing you was not on the agenda, and it threw him off. How the fuck was he supposed to let go of you now?

I can't review my own fic, but this is my gift to you 🥰🎁✨

[oonajaeadira]

That Awoooo Inside You, Pt. 3

Fandom: The Wild Robot / Fink the Fox

Pairing: Fink <3s OFC fox Farrah

Rating: G all the way, don’t worry. This is keeping in the world and disgustingly wholesome. Prolly too clean for tumbles 😆

Warnings: None. It’s for cuteness and for heart.

Summary: After the events of The Wild Robot, a new resident joins the island. She’s a little withdrawn and Fink finds out why. It's not what he expected.

A/N: The end of this chapter was partly inspired by @grogusmum. She knows what she did. And if she doesn't, it's illustrated afterward.

Thank you to everyone who enjoyed my very very fluffy--in all senses of the word--tale. I had to. I just had to.

PART 1, PART 2

“Hey-ey-ey,Greedy!” Fink laughed as he called out to Farrah, her tail and back feet hanging out of the hollow of a dead tree trunk. “Just because I gave you the first turn doesn’t mean you get to eat it all! I want some! My turn! My turn!”

Farrah backed out of the hollow and down the grey stump, honey sticking to her whiskers and snowy ear tips, her front paws covered in the golden goo. “Sorry! I got carried away! I’ve never had anything like it. There’s plenty left…I think…”

Distracted by the remnants on her paws, the white fox began to clean them up, eyes wide, still in awe of the sweetness Fink had introduced her to. It was almost a contest as to what was going to win his attention–the honey hive, or Farrah’s dainty licking–but like any fox, food won out and he was shoulders deep in the tree trunk before his heart had any say in the matter.

Once he was gorged on the stuff, Fink skittered his way out from the hollow and joined Farrah in the grass. It was her turn to wait while he cleaned his own paws, but being familiar with honey, he was far less of a mess than she had been. One, two, licks of his paws and then–

He hadn’t meant to do it, but he was a fox. He did foxy things. And that meant not thinking when it came to food. It wasn’t until Farrah was ducking away from him, putting some distance between them, that he realized what he’d done.

He’d instinctually gone to lick the honey off her ears. 

Now she crouched, cowered, alert, her bright eyes–one light, one dark–wide and peering back at him over her brush of a tail, and he could sense the spring that was building in her legs, her heart running as hard as her feet wanted to–

He was suddenly almost as scared as she was. “Sorry! I just– I only– your ears…” The only thing he could think to do was back up. Sit down. Her eyes were still moons in the white sky of her face.

After a couple of months on the island, she was still skittish, still easy to startle. Fink had done everything to make her feel at home, done everything he could do to show her she was under no threat here. She was quick to play with the raccoons and had even fallen asleep on Thorn’s big fat bear belly once or twice on a chilly evening.

But somehow, Fink still spooked her. Maybe he just saw it more since they spent so much time together. Or maybe he was too quick, too rough. Or maybe….

…maybe she didn’t want him to get close in that way.

He could feel his shoulders hunching, his ears drooping, and with them, he sensed a slackening of Farrah’s tension.

“Sorry, Fink, you just… I…” Stepping slowly, she stopped halfway to him and sat, nervous, avoiding his eye. “Guess I’m just a mess. I didn’t realize I still had hummy on my ears.”

Normally he would have laughed. They would have laughed together. “Honey.”

“Heh. Honey.”  A little breeze shifted the grass and Farrah made an attempt at a playful sneeze, but it was half-hearted. “You can…clean my ears if you want to…”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, just as half-heartedly. “You wanna go down to the shore and take a swim? I don’t want to be sticky all day. Ants.”

“Sure.”

She led the way now, more confident in her path about the island and he followed, although feeling as if he was dragging his heart behind him.

He remembered how much it hurt when Brightbill flew away for the winter, but it was a good hurt, because they would see each other again.

And he remembered how much it hurt when Roz left the island. That one hurt in a different way because he knew he may never see her again, but he had good memories, and he knew that he had friends and a good life because of what she did for them all.

But this was a hurt he didn’t recognize. It was like the hurt he used to feel when nobody wanted him around, the hurt he learned to ignore, the hurt he used in order to become clever and figure out the very best ways to get exactly what he wanted. Similar, but not the same. 

Because that pain was borne out of the rejection of everyone. Like sleeping on a bed of pinecones.

This ache could not be ignored or pushed away.

Being rejected by one special someone in particular, he was learning, was much worse, like sleeping on one particularly spiky pinecone.

With one, big jagged spike.

Pressing right against his heart.

“Look! Your favorite!” Farrah came trotting out of the water to him where he sat on shore, feebly scrubbing his paws in a tidepool, and laid a huge clam at his feet, its bulk almost too big for her smaller jaw. He nodded, but kept scrubbing. A crab scuttled past as a larger wave lazily slapped the rocks behind her, the water dull under a hazy, late spring sky. “Fink?”

The thought just fell out of his mouth. “You really never thought about finding a…a mate?”

Farrah blinked, eyes wide again. This time he could tell it wasn’t with the instinct to flee, but he could hear her heart racing all the same. “I… no. Where I’m from, nobody would take me.”

He wanted to run away, scared of what he was feeling, scared of what he might say, what she might say, what might happen to their friendship, but couldn’t stop himself. “But, you’re not there anymore. You’re here. And things are different here. Everyone’s a little different here and…and…just because you… your…” He couldn’t keep his tail from twitching, his claws making little arpeggios in the sand, his tongue babbling away without him, “I like your fur. It’s not practical but it’s beautiful, it catches the sun. It’s a part of you and I like you so you don’t have to worry about being different or the runt of the litter here. I think it’s a miracle you’ve made it, it means you’ve had to be strong and smart and you’re–”

“My fur?” A tilt of Farrah’s head showed initial confusion. “What’s wrong with my fur?” And then just the hint of her ears leaning back, a paw pushing at the sand as if bracing for a fight, her tail curling around herself again. “Who said I was a runt? I’ll have you know I was the second biggest kit of my litter.”

Now it was Fink’s turn to blink in surprise. “But.. no one said, it’s just… you are on the small side so I just thought you might–”

“Wait. Fink,” she calmed then, a realization breaking over her, her spine straightening, ears perking up. It was one of the rare moments they’d had together where he was able to look her in the eye and she didn’t back down, where suddenly she was allowing him in and he felt suddenly hopeful. Did she just hear what he said? Was she just realizing how he felt? Did she like him too? He swallowed hard, anticipating what she would say next.

It was much different than what he expected.

“Have you…never met a winter fox?”

The words pushed through him, trying to find a place to settle into meaning. “Winter? Fox?”

“Yeah. A snowy fox. Like me.” When he could only stare blankly, she smiled sadly. “Oh, Fink. There are different kinds of foxes where I’m from! I’m a winter fox. We’re all white like this and smaller than the forest foxes. We don’t usually mix with the forest foxes because…” here she looked down at her little white paws making a delicate triangle in the sand, “forrest foxes hunt winter foxes. They’re brutal predators. They..they eat us.”

Whaaaaaat??? “WOWWWUH,” Fink breathed, aghast at this breaking news, happy for her to have escaped that peril. “They sound like huge jerks. You’re better off here without ‘em.”

She lifted her head then and a light huff fell out of her, it was nervous and hesitant, and thinking she was laughing, he was momentarily proud of lightening her mood. Until she said, “Fink…you’re a forest fox.”

There would be few more profound moments in Fink’s life than standing on a shifting shore, learning that he had yet another fate in the world, an alternate place where he could have lived a completely different life, one that could be seen by someone other than himself. 

He sat in shock and looked at her. She was so small, so vulnerable. He himself was half again her size. She was fast, but he was faster and could easily outrun her and catch her if he wanted to. She would often bring him shellfish to open for her and then watch in something like awe as he crushed it easily in his jaws.

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t awe. Perhaps it was horror.

He was starting to understand that his heart could break twice in one lifetime. Maybe twice in one day.

He needed time to stand still for a minute so he could gather his thoughts, fix this somehow, assure her that he wasn’t like the foxes she’d known, make her see, he wasn’t like the forest foxes that she’d known, he would never, if only the waves would stop crashing and the geese would stop honking–

Honking! The geese! The geese were returning! Brightbill!

Fink was up and turning on the spot, watching the incoming flock, but also agitated by the interruption, unable to stop himself. “Farrah, I… can you… can you hold that thought? I’m sorry, I just–” And without waiting for her, he ran. 

He couldn’t remember being faster, needing to run faster, faster, his blood rushing in his ears. The flock would land just down the shore near by and he found a spot close enough to the treeline so as not to spook the ones that didn’t know him, but still out on shore enough to be seen. And then he danced. 

He couldn’t help himself. Bounding in a circle, paws tap tapping the wet sand, he yelped like a pup in with its tail caught, and sure enough, an orange-tufted bird broke from the group and came straight for him, dive-bombing him out of the sky, goose and fox colliding in a poof of feathers and fur and rolling and laughter as Brightbill made a triumphant return to the island.

“Hey, buddy! You came back!”

The goose laughed. “It’s spring. Where else would I go?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You could fly anywhere. I’m sure there are tons of islands better than this one.”

“Yeah, but none of them have a Fink.”

Fink grinned, the familiar fondness for his friend doing some soothing work on his aching heart. “How was the trip?”

“Long. Who’s that?” Brightbill tipped his beak to the treeline, and Fink followed his gaze to the flash of white ducking behind a tree.

“Oh. She’s new. Farrah! Hey!” he called to her and her little face appeared around the trunk. “Brightbill’s home! Come meet the kid!” Trotting toward them, she looked warily side to side at the arriving population on the shore, and he lowered his voice to give the goose advice he couldn’t yet accept himself, “She washed up half-drowned a couple of months ago. Still kinda shy. Don’t take it personally.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Brightbill turned to the crowd and honked, calling to a large, long-necked and ruffle-feathered gander who was chatting up a gaggle of ladies. The gander immediately turned and closed the distance, winging over to their little family group and settling next to them, much more gently than his mass would have led anyone to suppose. “This is my…ah… my nesting partner, Crusher.”

“Fink, yes?” Crusher honked, husky and low. “Charmed.”

“He’s joining us from another flock this year.”

Crusher chuckled and ribbed Brighbill. “Might stay forever at this rate.”

The smaller goose couldn’t help but blush. “You mind if he stays in the hut with me?”

Fink smiled, a rush of happiness for his little fledgling–all grown up–tempered only by the awkwardness every parent feels when they bring their sweetheart to visit. “Absolutely! You can have the best bed in the place.”

“What?” Brightbill flinched. “Your bed? Are you sure you’re Fink?”

Fink shrugged and leveled his shoulders, a smug smile tugging at his mouth. “What can I say? I’m a great guy. Fantastically generous. Full of surprises.”

“That last part’s true for sure.” Brightbill turned to Farrah. “I assume you’re responsible for this show-off’s drastic change in behavior?”

“Hey!” Fink protested, but Farrah laughed her wondrous, loud laugh and introductions and welcomes were made. He watched her as she warmed to his adopted family and before long they were trotting back to the hut, many of their friends there to meet them, having heard the flock arriving from the south.

The rest of the day had a general family reunion atmosphere. Thorn bumbled off into the trees and came back with an entire wild raspberry bush he’d yanked out of the ground, heavy with a spring crop. The raccoons brought up snails from the woods and clams from the beach. Pinktail brought in this season’s club of little rascals who all got a fast and low ride on Crusher’s back over the surrounding treetops. Before long, the fireflies were coming out, lighting up the grasses in the clearing around the hut and Thorn had started a warm fire inside.

It was there that Fink was listening intently to Crusher’s tale of home, the shoreline where he grew up. Since meeting Farrah, Fink had become increasingly interested in learning how different and yet the same so many other places were. It was like he learned something new about the world every day.

Like the fact that there were foxes in the world that were even bigger jerks than he was.

Or than he used to be.

He scanned the hut–quieter now as many of the young animals were nodding off and cuddling with their mamas who in turn were engaged in low, pleasant conversation by the light of the fire. At first he thought Farrah might have left, the crowd too much for her, but then he caught the moonlight glow of her fur through the doorway out in the clearing, Brightbill at her side. They were deep in conversation–Brightbill doing most of the talking and Farrah watching him intently–and Fink felt a little contented spark of loving happiness as he watched them bond.

After a while, Brightbill waddled into the hut toward Fink’s precious, beloved, grassy nest, drowsy and sighing. “It’s been a day. Did you really mean it? Can we bed down here?”

Fink sighed, pulling back the sass he was so accustomed to leaning on, just this once. “Yeah, kid. I mean it. You two have had a long journey. Take a load off. I’m just glad you’re home. You want me to shoo everyone out of here so you can sleep?”

“Nah,” the small goose shook his head, his eye wandering across the line of pictures Roz had created of him not so very long ago. “We’re used to sleeping in a crowd. And it’s nice to hear the voice of friends.”

Once Brightbill and Crusher were comfortable–heads tucked under wings, Crusher’s free wing almost completely covering the smaller goose–Fink wandered out into the clearing where Farrah sat under the stars. She was staring up at the moon as she often did on nights like this, most likely thinking about her family and how no matter the distance between them, they still had the same night sky.

“Mind if I sit?”

She didn’t flinch, didn’t turn to watch his every move, just kept watching the twinkling of the stars. “Not at all. It’s a nice night. Quiet. Calm.”

Mindful of what he now knew of her past, he kept his distance, but still where she could see him and feel safe just out of reach. Fink looked up to the big, silvery moon, round-faced and kind. It reminded him of a certain robot he once knew.

“He’s a great kid, clever and kind,” she said after a long silence. “You really raised him right.”

Fink scoffed and winked at the moon. “It wasn’t really me who raised him.”

“That’s not how he sees it. He thinks Roz was great, but she couldn’t have done it without you. You’re just as important to him that way. He told me so many stories.”

Digging at a spot in the ground, he did his best not to look too interested. “Yeah? Anything…good?”

She laughed then, softer than usual, but still winning the prize for his very favorite sound in the world. Standing, she came closer and Fink kept still, trying not to breathe too fast as she sat as his side, shoulder to shoulder. She was warm. She smelled like raspberries and snails and something else…something intoxicating. “Well, good enough.”

“So he convinced you I’m not going to eat you.”

“Something like that.”

Ah. He’d have to remember to thank the kid later.

“I’m sorry about earlier, Fink. I didn’t know you didn’t know about–”

“Why do you think nobody would have you?”

Farrah blinked up at him. “What?”

“You said where you were from, nobody would want you. I can’t imagine the kind of idiots you must have grown up around.”

She smiled then, a little sadly, turning her gaze to her paws. “My eyes. Nobody wants a mate with mismatched eyes. They assume I’m blind or can’t see as well as them, that because of it I wouldn’t be able to survive or I’d pass it down to their kits who'd have trouble surviving. It’s not true, but I don’t stand a chance against another vixen with matching eyes. That's nature. I just kind of accepted it.”

“Are you kidding me?” Fink gasped. “Your eyes? But they’re amazing! They’re one of my favorite things about you. They’re–” and then he faltered as she looked up hopefully at him, those bright eyes–one light and one dark–bewitching and so very distinct. And suddenly, all the fear and snark left him as he felt himself turning to pure, dopey goo. “--they’re…beautiful.”

She snuggled into his shoulder then, finally giving in, her tail coming to rest over his, wrapping herself around him. And he marveled at how fast a broken heart can heal up. As if it had never been hurt at all.

Yeah. He was really gonna have to thank that kid.

“I think I’d like to go curl up in bed,” she said, finally breaking free and turning back toward the hut where the warm orange light spilled over the snoring bulk of their bear friend and the nearby soft pile of sleeping geese. “You coming?”

“Ah, I gave my bed to the kids. I’ll probably just sleep in the grass tonight.”

She smiled, her eyes shining in the moonlight. “No you won’t. Not when there’s plenty of room in mine.”

He thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep for joy. Not with his kid home again. Not with all of his friends so close by. Not with his nose buried in the fur of Farrah’s shoulder or the curve of her slumbering body curled up around his own. Not with his heart beating as broadly as it was.

But he did. He slept. Soundly. And well.

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MAIN MASTERLIST

Fink and Farrah, illustration by @grogusmum

[existence-is-a-pain87]

More toon MC bc I love them

First screenshots

Now

I hc toons in more adult spaces (where they can get hurt and die) they become slightly more.. pg-13? They have more pronounced teeth and claws, protective and whatnot, dandy grows thorns <3

But twisted mc and the killers

Main MC:

1x: he hates how you get so tall,, how on earth, and the Ichor covered paws/claws is another thing that ticks him off, he’s supposed to be scary! Not you! (I still HC him with lizard like tendencies bc it’s FUN)

John Doe: he barely realizes, bigger target… until you start smashing through his spikes and he gets a bit startled, your not a regular survivor, he starts getting excited about the fact he can’t kill you, more fun!!

Jason: like John, he doesn’t really notice until you fucking THROW HIM (he’s smaller then John doe) and he flips out, trying to attack you and pulls on you, trying to get past you to start his actual job..

C00lkidd: BIG FRIEND!!! Woagh, if you can keep him distracted he has tons of fun and becomes pretty harmless, besides the fact that he starts getting excited and starts throwing boulders.

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Reg twisted:

1x: your still pretty small, but FUCK your teeth hurt, and that Ichor gives everyone a headache… DiD YOU FUCKING EAT HIS SWOED?$

John: little guy.. little puntable baby.. picks you up by the scruff like a feral kitten and throws you.. you’re not as troublesome as a main. So he uses you like a football

Jason: STOP. BITING HIM. (He tastes like wet jerky)

C00lkidd: Littler but still as strong friend! But instead of throwing boulders, he uses you as a volleyball.

Just hoping to inspire!

Ok, so, I probably should explain some MC lore.

They, like my Dandy's World OC, were initially designed as Dandy's best friend. The higher-ups (Delilah and Authur) decided MC was too similar to Dandy after creating their Toon form (they were created as the first Toon due to being the first character designed by Authur), and scrapped them.

So, MC is by all accounts a main. But their Twisted form is lethal, so they're HUGE.

Here, have my Toon OC's Twisted form as an example.

Toon MC literally drowned in a large pit of ichor, and that was how they became a Twisted. Due to this fact, they're like 90% ichor and HUGE.

So even if you hit them, they can regenerate easily since they're near constantly producing ichor in this state.

For more context, Twisted MC is canonically bigger than Twisted Dandy. And moves by using their arms to drag themself around since there's so much ichor pouring off their body they just... can't use their legs.

But here's the Killers thoughts about your Twisted form! (RAAA I WANNA THROW IN AZURE BUT I DONT WANNA MISCHARACTERIZE POOKIE WHYYYY)

Also, for a fun canon fact to the Forsaken Toon AU, the Spectre had no clue MC could turn into a Twisted. That's why they're a survivor. And after the Spectre saw MC go into their Twisted form, it was too late to make em a Killer since all the Survivors knew them and it would get backlash for the retconning. Lol.

Warning: Swearing because yes

1x1x1x1

- The fool thought it would be as usual when they were gonna cut you into small pieces, even if you were the last man standing.

- The absolute baffoon...

- Literally paused when you vomitted up this black liquid and then suddenly were a fucking BEHEMOTH and dragging yourself towards them at a speed that should've NOT been possible for something so big.

- Still tried to kill you of course.

- Lost immediately because you're a lethal Twisted.

- They were bewildered why you didn't do that more often. If you were so powerful like this, why limit yourself? Why be something so small? So pathetic?

- Honestly bro is PISSED you're significantly more terrifying in appearance then they are. Like, what the hell. This shit ain't fair.

- ...is it wrong they honestly want to see you like that more and want you to embrace this side of you?

John Doe

- I agree he'd mostly be unphased when you went into your Twisted state during last man standing. A little shocked, but like "oh well I can still kill them"

- Bro learnt his lesson when you destroyed his spikes with a single swipe and yeeted him into a wall so hard he broke it

- Yeah, okay, maybe he can't kill you...

- Wait- holy shit he can't kill you!

- That just means he can maim you as much as he pleases- oh you threw him into a wall again.

- Honestly, my guy starts having a one-sided rivalry with you, picking off each survivor so you have to enter this more powerful state of yours.

- And, of course, that rivalry starts to become something more... (enemies to one-sided lovers, anyone?)

Jason

- Ok first of this man is NOT a romantic yandere (in the movies its canon he's like 11 spare my guy, he's platonic only!)

- Also I don't know too much about Friday the 13th so mb team

- However

- This fella did NOT expect you to go all huge and kick his ass

- Guy couldn't even behead you or use his giant ass hitbox

- You just beat him to a pulp whenever he tried

- Great now you made everything harder. Even the voice of his mom is pissed.

- Honestly this was the only Killer you didn't really fight much or play with since after you went Twisted on him for the first time he just... watched you. Silently.

- You occasionally yapped at him but he didn't really go after you after you threw him 20 feet in the air with one of your hands/paws/claws/whatever they are.

- It was almost like a weird friendship. But it wasn't a friendship my guy just didn't try killing you anymore.

- Yeah you two are chill.

- Or are you..? ;3

c00lkidd

- Platonic yandere. He is platonic only, SPARE THE CHILDREN

- But yeah I mostly went over this in my main Forsaken Toon post

- He was the first one to find out about your Twisted state and liked how you didn't get tired. You even made him tired!

- So yeah he likes you like that because it's more fun to play and because you're actually big enough to give him piggyback rides now! Yay!

- He just plays and talks with you and is honestly just friends with you

- He doesn't realize anything he's doing wrong and gets real clingy because you're the only one he can play with who doesn't get tired anymore. Even his dad gets tired!

- He also likes that you like his dad.

- Eventually starts thinking of you as a second parent, even if he doesn't see you all the time.

- Even tries to play wingman for his dad because he's just wants you and his dad to be his parents

- Doesn't even realize he's a platonic yandere, he just thinks your a cool parent and gets pissed when you try to say you aren't </3

- He's just a precious little guy, leave him be

I'll probably add more killers when they get released MWEHEHEHEHHE AZURE MY BELOVED

[restlessmaknae]

risk it all // jo

As a werewolf hunter, you knew better than to fall in love with a werewolf, but the last person you expected to be one was your boyfriend, Jo.

➳ Characters: werewolf!Jo x werewolf hunter!female reader/you

➳ Genre: urban fantasy, established relationship, angst with a hopeful ending

➳ Words: 4.5k

➳ Warning: mentions of weapons, wolfsbane, werewolf attack, reader kills a werewolf, bruises, pain, losing parents, period, kissing

➳ A/N: I love &TEAM so much that I wrote my first werewolf story for them (who's surprised though?)!! Also, I loved watching Teen Wolf when I was younger, so most of the lore in this story is based on the show, the rest is made up by me. Everything is explained though, so you can read it even if you have not been crushing on Stiles Stilinski back in the days...

The woods were dense, illuminated only by the moonlight above, painting a path under your feet, taking you further into the trees.

The familiar weight of the silver knives attached to your hips and your ankles made you feel reassured as you held onto your longbow, the tip of the arrow containing just enough wolfsbane to immobilise a werewolf. Your steps were confident yet calculated as you knew the woods like the back of your hand, and even the tiniest noise could not slip your attention.

You heard rustling from behind the nearby trees, and you turned slowly, waiting for more movement, but only the leaves were gently falling to the ground. You didn’t let your guard down though. There had been more and more inexplicable incidents in these woods lately, and though the media thought that the reason was some strange wild animal activity, you knew better than that. The werewolves came out more and more often, and not just during full moon, which meant that you had to fight back even harder.

You were extra cautious though. Before, it was enough if you and one more hunter searched the woods at night, but you doubled and sometimes tripled that number these days. There were other areas to search, and there were other hunter families in the city, so you discussed your plans beforehand to maximise efficiency.

As you turned back, you let your eyes get used to your surroundings once again, taking in every inch, every detail. You had been doing this for so many years now, it felt like second nature to be so hyper-aware of everything.

So when you heard the faint snap of a branch, you immediately turned towards the source, a pair of yellow eyes looking back at you. You couldn’t exactly see the silhouette of the animal, but you knew where to aim the arrow to hit it on spot.

You didn’t even waste time, you pulled the string immediately and aimed, the werewolf jumping out from behind a row of bushes as you sent it flying. However, you knew you had miscalculated the moment it hit the werewolf only in its left paw, not its heart. It was a lot bigger and stronger than you had expected. It wasn’t even just an ordinary werewolf.

It was an Alpha.

“Damnit,” you cursed under your nose as you reached back to the quiver attached to your back to pull out another arrow. Your best chance was to shoot it with at least three to four arrows or your most deadly silver knife containing the highest dose of wolfsbane you had on you to weaken it because Alphas were a lot more difficult to defeat, and it took a bigger dose of wolfsbane to immobilize them.

It attacked in a blink of an eye too, and as you tried to run backwards while aiming, you stumbled in the root of a tree and missed the shot. Your heart was in your throat, your legs burning as you sprinted forward, your hand already reaching for the knife by your thigh. You just took a hold of it when the force from behind pushed you to the ground, squeezing the air out of your lungs. You could feel that your ankle got hit the most, and it felt like thorns tearing through your pants, your skin burning.

Your fingers held onto the cold weapon in your hand even tighter while you gathered enough force to turn onto your back. Before you could swing the knife at the werewolf who was now coming at you with full force, the Alpha was tossed to the side by another one, his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight shining through the trees.

You were so shocked by the sudden appearance of the other werewolf that you didn’t even register that their attention wasn’t on you, so you could escape. That was a mistake because when the Alpha threw the other werewolf onto the ground a few seconds later, it immediately turned back to you. Though your ankle was on fire, you pushed yourself up to standing, but you didn’t manage to get out of the monster’s way in time, so you swung the knife into its chest just as it came at you.

Which meant that its lifeless body ended up falling over you, pinning your legs to the ground.

The sheer force of the Alpha and the pain burning through your body was too much, and though it faintly felt like the weight was lifted off you quite literally, the last thing you saw was a familiar pair of chocolate-brown eyes before darkness overcame you.

You woke to the sound of the kettle whistling, and you needed a few seconds to realise why it was odd.

As soon as you opened your eyes and moved your limbs, the pain came on full force, especially the tingling sensation in your legs. You seethed as you pushed yourself up, only to feel a sharp pain in your back. You fell back to the couch, wincing from the pain.

You heard shuffling sounds from the kitchen, and as your eyes adjusted to the dimly lit living room and the couch you were lying on, the familiarity of the place eased your tensed muscles. Until it didn’t.

“Jo?” You called out, your voice coming out hoarse. You knew that this couldn’t be a dream, the pain was too real for that, but this eerily felt like a nightmare when your boyfriend walked out of the kitchen with a steaming mug in his hands because something in you told you that this wasn’t right.

“I’m here,” he announced with his trademark coy smile, something that made your toes curl under different circumstances. “I’ve made you some camomile tea,” he explained gently as if you had just been crushing over at his place when you were on your period. Your favourite kind of tea, of course.

Everything was so normal, so mundane, the questions got stuck in your throat watching him put the mug on the table in front of the couch and crouching down beside your lying form, eyes wide in concern.

“How are you feeling?” He questioned softly, quietly, but you just blinked at him, confused and scattered until you looked into those deep chocolate-brown eyes. Then, the realisation hit you with full force, and immobilised you as if you had been the one hit with wolfsbane. “I’ve taken care of your leg. They seemed to be thorns from a rose bud. But I didn’t want to examine the rest of your bruises until you woke up,” he explained hurriedly, a tint of pink colouring his cheek at the mention of your other bruises. Judged by the pain, you must have been covered in purple spots from your waist up.

This wasn’t what caught your attention though.

“How did you treat it? You don’t even need a first-aid kit for your bruises.”

“I got the kit after you first came over,” he justified, and something must have reflected in your eyes over his unsaid confession because he immediately looked down, avoiding your eyes.

Werewolves didn’t need first-aid kits. They had accelerated healing abilities, and their cuts and wounds closed and healed within a matter of minutes, hours at max. That’s why you needed wolfsbane, to slow down their healing, so that they couldn’t attack innocent people and animals whilst in their werewolf form. A higher dose of wolfsbane even forced them to turn back to their human form, and the highest… well, it was fatal.

You considered yourself to be a good enough hunter. One that would see the signs, spot the unusual patterns, the supernatural strength or the heightened senses, and one that wouldn’t need saving when out on her werewolf search. It wasn’t enough that Jo was a werewolf, and you had never even considered the possibility of him being one, but he had even saved you back there, something that hurt your pride. Werewolves weren’t supposed to be saving humans, let alone werewolf hunters. They were evil and monstrous, and unwilling to learn how to control themselves. People like your parents paid the price.

“Why did you save me?” You asked without hesitation, and the boy looked up at your question, almost hurt.

“How could I not save you?”

His voice was gentle as always, his features soft as always, his dark eyes shining fondly as always. You had seen him out there in the woods though, and it was the furthest sight from always, and that hurt you the most - that though the person in front of you was so familiar, he seemed so unfamiliar at the very same time.

“You are a werewolf, Jo!” You voiced out, your voice slightly pitched. “And I’m… I’m a werewolf hunter. I despise your kind, I hunt your kind, and I would show no mercy to your kind.”

“I know… but I could see that it was you. I learned how to control my animal side and still keep my humanity,” he explained matter-of-factly, but you both knew how rare it was.

That was the thing though; werewolves could attack even their loved ones if they turned because their werewolf self didn’t remember whom they knew or what those people meant to them. They were animals after all. It supposedly took enormous mental will-power and practice to keep the two in balance even when they transformed, and most of them lacked that control.

However, you had seen with your own two eyes how Jo had gone against that Alpha, and he had done that to save you. There was no use going against his words. On the other hand, he could have also seen how you had swung your knife into the other werewolf’s body, so he could have had every reason to hurt you afterwards or to leave you there.

Yet, he didn’t.

“What were you doing in the woods either way?” You asked him instead of letting the pain of the realisation that he was a werewolf register.

“I was roaming the woods for other werewolves. Me and my pack, we don’t want aggressive ones around here. It’s because of them that there are more incidents and that there are more… werewolf hunters,” he added the last bit belatedly, and you could feel his eyes on you even though you had to look away.

It was all just too much to take in. Not only the events out in the woods but what he was saying. So he could not only control himself but he was also chasing down other werewolves to prevent innocent lives being taken away? Could you really believe that there were werewolves out there who were trying to protect humans? After what happened to your parents, you found it so hard to believe it. Even if Jo had just saved you. Yet, even if you believed him, you found it hard to believe others, that there were others like him.

So despite the burning in your leg and the aching in your upper body, you pushed yourself up from the couch. It didn’t slip your attention that Jo held out his hand to help you, but didn’t dare touch you.

“I need to go.”

“But your leg…” Jo protested as your feet touched the floor and you started limping towards the front door.

“It’s fine.”

“At least, let me give you a ride,” he insisted as he came up behind you with your bag in his hands that you had totally forgotten about.

He must have picked it up when he had saved you and had seen your car parked outside the woods. You had been together for two years, so you had already let him drive your car and vica versa, but you would have never thought that he would use it under such circumstances.

“Jo…” You started, your voice coming out shaky. You found him already staring at you when you turned towards him and looked into his eyes. Your whole body was shaking from the pain, but your heart was in the most pain still. “Right now, I don’t want anything from you. It’s all too much. It’s all too unbelievable, and after how I lost my parents to werewolves, I’m not sure I can trust myself with one.”

Jo opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it without an answer. It took everything in you to not break down in front of him, to not sob in his arms like you did a few times, and to not let him hug you, shielding you from the outside world. You were just as much battling him as yourself, and he would have made it easier if he had not held on.

“I’m sorry,” he said in the end, sincerity oozing off him. You couldn’t tell whether it was because of what you told him about your parents, or because of the whole situation, but you didn’t care. Either way, you had the same answer.

“Yeah, me too,” you retorted, and after grabbing your bag from him and putting on your boots, you slammed the door behind you.

Only then did you allow the first sob to surface.

Jo was your first love.

You closed off your heart after you lost your parents, not long after your 18th birthday. In the beginning, you couldn’t join them for werewolf hunting because they said that you were too young, and they didn’t want you to get hurt. However, when you turned 16, they slowly began to train you, and they let you accompany them a few times if you continued focusing on your studies.

That day, it was a full moon, and you were out with your best friend because she started getting suspicious that you didn’t want to hang out as frequently as before, so you agreed to watch a movie with her. When you came back home at night, your parents still didn’t arrive. You went to take a shower, got changed, and got ready to bed. They had never stayed out too late, and they had usually not gotten seriously hurt, so you had tried your best to fall asleep.

However, you had this gut feeling that something was wrong, and called both of their phones in hopes that they were already in the car, merely forgetting to message you that they were on their way back home. They didn’t pick up.

The next time someone picked up the call, it was a police officer, and he told you that their bodies were found in the woods, supposedly attacked by a wild animal.

You were a wreck, and you spent the whole year trying to pick yourself up. You weren’t sure that you would ever be okay, that you would ever be anything but that shell of a person without a goal, without a future, without a safety net to fall back onto. You pushed everyone away - your best friend, the teachers, the neighbours -, you didn’t need their pity. That only resulted in one thing: that you were so very lonely, so very alone in the end.

Since you were an adult, you didn’t need a guardian, and your parents’ heritance covered your living costs, but you didn’t even dare to dream about going to university upon graduation. That’s how you ended up as a cashier at an arts shop that the nearby art college’s students frequented - one of them being Jo himself.

It started out small though, just helping him find the right coloured paints for one of his projects, but the more he dropped by, the closer you got. He was shy, you could tell, but you were wary of strangers and you didn’t really believe that anyone could love you or for that matter, that you could love anyone after the loss.

You spent the first year of his college years briefly interacting, but when the second year rolled by, he was braver. Still subtle, still gentle about it, but he lingered longer, he asked you about the placement of products he already knew, and he asked you more personal questions when it was just the two of you in the shop.

Now looking back, you realised that his hesitance must have come from a different place, not just his shyness. He was probably weighing the risk of getting close to a human, and though he was the one who constantly took a step closer to you, you were the one who took the final step. On that rainy night after graduation when he told you that his parents didn’t come to his graduation ceremony because he didn’t know them, he grew up in an orphanage, seeing that hurt and longing in his eyes, you asked him to wait for the end of your shift because you wanted to talk to him.

You didn’t know whether he would stay here after graduation or whether he wanted to stay in touch with you, but you told him that you wanted him to. Then, you kissed him.

You knew that by loving him, you were willing to risk that you would lose him one day, but you waited enough time to be sure of your feelings and to open up your heart again.

Ever since then, he was your anchor, and the only person you let get close to you. He knew you better than anyone, and though you hid it from him that you were a werewolf hunter because you didn’t want to get him in trouble, he knew everything else.

Turns out you weren’t the only one keeping a secret.

For that reason, you knew that it wasn’t fair that you held a grudge against him. You did keep it a secret that you were hunting his kind just as well as he hid the fact that he was a werewolf. He had saved you, going against an Alpha to do so, proving you that he had been in control of his emotions. If not that, the colour of his eyes - his human eyes - was another proof. Werewolves’ eyes were usually yellow, but when they were in control of their human side after turning, their real eye colour could also appear. His did, very clearly so.

Not to mention that if he had truly wanted to hurt you, he could have had multiple chances before. Not just during the three years he frequented the shop you worked at, but during the two years you spent together as a couple since then.

Still, you needed time to digest what had happened. You needed time to see things how they were without your emotions clouding your judgement. You needed time to trust him again, and he gave you just that. He didn’t reach out just as you had asked him not to, and you didn’t search for him either.

Two weeks later, on a rainy day, your memories of the day of his graduation (your first kiss) came back, and you found yourself going to his flat. You didn’t know whether he was at home or not, but you still knocked on his door, your heart in your throat. He still opened the door like he always did, but instead of a relaxed expression and a following coy smile, you were met with concerned eyes and a tensed jaw.

“Y/N…”

The way your name rolled off his tongue was uncertain at best, but you couldn’t blame him. After what you had said to him and how you had left him, you weren’t surprised that he had his doubts as to why you would come to him.

“I’m sorry, I know it might be sudden, but I’ve been thinking a lot. Can we talk now?” You poured the words onto him in one go, but he answered without hesitation.

“Yes, sure. Come in!” He beckoned and opened the door wider, stepping sideways, so you could walk into his flat.

You had walked into his place multiple times before, but your heart had never been as heavy as now. Your body was yearning to get close to him, to touch him, to listen to his heartbeat while he was listening to yours, but your heart was not ready to give in.

Instead, you took a seat on the worn-out couch, every single limb tense, your legs ready to bolt any time. Deep down, you knew that you should not fear him; if he had really wanted to, he could have hurt you many times before, including the last time in the woods. By saving you, he had even risked his identity to be exposed, but it seemed that you were more important to him than the secret he had been keeping.

Jo sat down beside you on the couch, but he didn’t sit as close as he usually did. It pained you as much as it reassured you. He gave you space and time to pull yourself together as always.

“So…” You cleared your throat after an awkward minute or so. “I haven’t been totally honest with you, and I’m sorry about that. I guess the reason for that was the same reason you didn’t tell me that you were a werewolf,” you mused out loud, your hands getting sweaty in your lap. You watched your fingers fiddle with the material of your hoodie, absent-mindedly or obsessively, you couldn’t tell.

You heard Jo take a deep breath beside you, probably preparing himself for the rest of your monologue, and that just made things even harder. He should have been angry with you, absolutely furious, frustrated, but he was just sitting there in all his calm and concerned state, waiting for you to say what was on your mind. As he always did.

You averted your eyes from your fingers to his face, and though you were itching to cup his cheeks, you held yourself back. It didn’t mean that your heart didn’t do a little somersault when you saw a speck of hope flicking in his eyes.

“However, you mean so much to me, and you saved me and proved to me last time that you can control your animal side, so I want to give us another chance. But I also want us to be transparent with each other before we do that,” you told him straight-forwardly, your heart in your throat as you were waiting for his reaction.

His shoulders visibly slumped at ease, and he unclenched his jaw. The way he looked at you was so earnest, so sincere, he looked at you like he could get the stars from the sky for you. It was this kind of pure, unconditional love that made you go back to him, and when he continued, you knew that you made the right choice.

“I would also like to start over with you. I will be honest with you and tell you what you want to know. Ask away,” he offered immediately, and you told him that he could also ask you what he wanted to know. It was only natural that it went both ways.

You asked him first: about his parents and what happened to them. He told you that he was a pure-breed, meaning that both of his parents had probably been werewolves because he had never been bitten, but he had started showing signs of lycanthropy right around puberty. That’s when he had first started running away from the orphanage he had grown up in. He had been so confused and so scared as to why this had been happening to him, and he had often gone out into the woods unknowingly.

That’s how Yudai had found him, and had taken him into his own pack. He had seen himself in the young boy, and had started teaching him about his abilities and his expected werewolf growth during puberty. In a way, Jo felt like Yudai and his pack had raised him as they had been the only ones he could have leaned on. They had also been the ones who had encouraged him to apply for college because they had seen his artwork, and thought that he was talented. So they had helped him find options for scholarships for underprivileged kids like him, and with the money he made from working part-time during his high school years, he had managed to secure a spot at the arts college you had worked nearby.

You could feel that it was difficult for him to speak about his past, and you couldn’t blame him. It was just as difficult for you to tell him about your parents, how they had taught you to hunt werewolves and spot unusual lycanthropy signs in people, and how you had lost them. Somewhere along the way, he reached out to hold your hand, and you let him.

You had never talked about your parents to anyone to such an extent, and you reckoned that he had never told anyone about his past like that, except the pack he belonged to. Though you wished he could have been anyone but a werewolf, you wanted to believe that werewolves weren’t all the same just like how there were werewolf hunters who played God instead of staying in their lane.

So you asked the question that seemed to surprise Jo the most once you were both over your monologues:

“Will you introduce them to me? Your friends… your pack?” You raised an eyebrow tentatively, testing how much he would let you in. After all, a werewolf’s pack was really like a family. They would fight for each other, they would die for each other. You weren’t sure how it was in their human form, but you guessed that it was the same.

“Yes. If you want, I will,” Jo responded immediately, and gently squeezed your hand. You looked at your hand in his, the way he held it so steadily, so lovingly, as he always did. Then, you looked up at him, into his chocolate-brown eyes, the ones you loved getting lost in, the ones that you loved gazing at. You saw the way his lips curled, how they deepened at the edges, and made his dimples appear.

You saw all the coy smiles you exchanged before, all the movie nights you snuggled up to him, the way he looked at you when you called him your boyfriend publicly, how you childishly fought over tubes of ice cream, how you cried on his shoulder when the anniversary of your parents’ death came, how he made you camomile tea whenever you were on your period or you were sick, how he liked holding your hand but was shy about it, and how soft-spoken he was. And in that moment, you knew that you would work it out, and though you would both need time to fully trust the other with such a different yet important part of your life, you were willing to risk it.

For him, you would risk it all.

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